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{ASSM} The Cabin [1 of 3] {Sigerson H.} (MF cons inc)

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The Cabin [1 of 3]

Copyright January 2001

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The cabin

The road was even worse than I remembered.  It was one 
switchback after another as my sister and I drove up the 
mountain to our parents cabin.  The road was washed almost 
washed out in places.  The tree branches were so close that 
that at times the windshield was totally blocked by leaves 
as we drove through them.  It looked like no one had driven 
down the road in years.

I glanced at Marti.  I felt my face flush at the thought of 
what I had done to her last night.  

Marti and I had been close as long as I could remember.  I 
took care of her while I was in junior high and high 
school.  My parents and Marti and I had come up to this 
cabin for summer vacations every year while I was still 
living at home.  Usually Marti and I drove up the week 
before our parents to open up the cabin and clean it out.  
That week we spent alone cleaning the cabin, fishing, 
swimming, and sunning ourselves was often the best part of 
the vacation.   The last time we had been up here was the 
summer after I graduated from high school.

Marti turned twelve while we were up here alone for that 
week.  I surprised her by giving her a real string bikini.  
It turned out to be too way big for her.  She had worn it 
any way.  The suit was always in imminent danger of falling 
down to expose a butt cheek or a breast.  Neither of those 
parts of her body was developed enough to merit a second 
look anyway but I did find it a little stimulating watching 
her try to keep that suit on.  I had begun to find myself 
thinking about removing the bikini so that I could get a 
closer look at her breasts and crotch.  I had some 
distinctly unbrotherly feelings about Marti.  I didn't act 
on those feelings but I spent a lot of time watching and 
fantasizing.

After vacation I had immediately gone off to college to 
acquire a Civil Engineering degree.  I spent summers 
interning for an Engineering company so I had not been able 
to return home for summer vacation.  Marti hadn't been able 
to come to my graduation from college and I left the next 
day for a job in Africa so we didn't see each other that 
time either.  I had worked sixty-hour weeks on one project 
after another for the same company for the next three 
years.  When I received the announcement about Marti's high 
school graduation I decided enough was enough.  I told the 
company I was going home for the summer.  If I had a job at 
the end of August I would be back then.  If not they could 
forward my remaining pay to my parent's house and they 
would see that I got it.

I had arrived back home just in time to go to the 
graduation exercises with the family.  Marti and I sat in 
the back seat on the way to the high school.  She sat much 
closer than necessary.  She held my arm so close that I 
could feel her breast pressed against my bicep.  She talked 
non-stop about anything and everything all the way to the 
school for the graduation exercises.  Graduation was just 
as boring as when I went through it.  It seemed to take 
hours for all those teens to walk across the stage to get a 
piece of paper.

After graduation, Marti invited me to come to a party at a 
friend's house.  I declined at first but gave in after 
fifteen minutes of pleading.  I figured I would hang around 
the party until Marti found another guy to hang out with 
and then call a cab.  I could also get a look at some of 
her female classmates and if things clicked, maybe spend 
the night with someone.

The party was a classic graduation party.  Too many boys 
were getting drunk on too much cheap beer.  Too many girls 
were getting way too drunk on much less beer.  I chatted 
with some of them but Marti kept running interference.   
She kept dragging me from one group of people to another 
and introducing me to her friends.  Just as I would start 
to talk to a girl she would drag me to another group.  

 She never left my side except to use the john.  She clung 
to my arm more and more as she drank.  She kept pressing 
her breast into my arm.  I was starting to find it a little 
arousing.  Finally she came back from one bathroom break 
just as I was starting to get somewhere with a braless 
cheerleader.  I was salivating at the thought of wrapping 
my lips around Miss Pompom's perky nipples and suckling 
like a starving infant.  Marti draped herself on my arm 
with a death grip.  When I moved my arm I discovered Marti 
had removed her bra while she was in the toilet.  I could 
feel her erect nipple through the thin material of her 
blouse.  It left a trail of burning flesh as it brushed 
along my upper arm.

Marti was also getting too wobbly to stand up.  I put my 
arm around her waist to keep her from falling down.  

I looked at Miss Pompom with lust and disappointment.  "I 
think I'd better get Marti home," I said resignedly to Miss 
Pompom and her stiff little nipples.  I could almost cry 
with the loss.

One of Marti's breasts popped out of her blouse as I was 
pouring her into the car.  I covered it up and then opened 
her purse to see if she had at least had the sense to keep 
her bra with her after taking it off.  It was in there all 
right.  It was wrapped around her panties.  At least I 
assumed the panties in her purse did belong to her.  The 
lace pattern matched the pattern of the bra.  I imagined 
several scenarios where two girls would go into a bathroom 
to remove their underclothes and exchange them with each 
other and then put the exchanged undergarments into their 
purses.  I stayed with the simpler solution.  I thought 
about putting my hand up Marti's skirt to see if she was 
wearing panties.  I discarded that idea quickly.

 Halfway home Marti started to moan.  I recognized the 
signs and pulled off into a parking lot.  I barely got her 
out of the car before she started heaving.  I held her head 
and waist as she emptied out her stomach.  When she was 
done she resumed her death grip on my arm.  She mumbled and 
moaned.  She clutched my arm to her chest as she kissed my 
hand.  I couldn't understand anything she was saying.  She 
finally calmed down and held my arm to her chest in such a 
way that my palm cupped her breast.  I was horny after 
getting my hopes up with Miss Perky Nipples so I enjoyed 
the sensation of a firm female breast under my hand.  Then 
I shook my head.  Not just any female breast.  This was my 
sister's breast.   I moved my hand back to her ribcage.

I finally got Marti back in the car.  I thought about how 
to handle things when we got home.  I didn't want to put 
her to bed in her clothes.  I considered my options.  First 
option, I could wake up mom and let her put Marti to bed.  
That idea had several downsides.  Mom would see that Marti 
was too drunk to even walk and she would see that Marti had 
managed to lose her underwear sometime during the evening.  
All while being escorted by her big brother.  That option 
didn't make either of us look good.  I discarded it.    

Second option, I could put Marti to bed in her clothing.  
That left the possibility of Mom finding Marti in the 
morning before she got up and dressed.  That was almost as 
bad as the first option.

Third option, I could remove Marti's clothes while she was 
passed out.  Then I could wash the vomit off her face and 
chest and put her to bed.  I could also rinse the puke out 
of her blouse and let her wake up with a well earned 
hangover and let her think that she managed all of that 
herself.  There was the danger that Marti would wake up as 
I was doing all this and assume that I was trying to rape 
her.  That seemed a remote possibility considering her 
state.  There was also the danger that Mom would walk in as 
I was doing this and make the same assumptions.  That also 
seemed remote.  I was sure that I could hear Mom in time to 
get Marti covered up before it looked like I was molesting 
my sister.  Marti's bedroom was in the basement and our 
parent's bedroom was on the second floor.  The stairs 
squeaked and I was sure that I could hear them even in the 
basement.

I went with option three.  I got a thrill out of making the 
decision.  I got an erection just thinking about what I was 
about to do.  I wasn't going to molest her.  I was just 
going to put her to bed.

I got Marti downstairs as quietly as I could.  She started 
waking up as we entered her bedroom.  I felt the heaves 
starting again.  I got her to the toilet just in time.  
There wasn't much left in her.  She passed out again when 
she was done.  I listened for footsteps on the stairs.  
There weren't any.  I tried to wake Marti.  She stubbornly 
refused to wake up.  I got to work cleaning her up as we 
sat on the bathroom floor.  My back was against a wall and 
I had Marti sitting on the floor between my legs with her 
back to me. 

Her blouse was easy enough to remove.  There were only a 
half dozen buttons that were large and easy to manipulate.  
I pulled the sleeves off her arms one at a time.  I tried 
not to look but my eyes were drawn to Marti's breasts like 
iron filings to a magnet.  Her breasts were large and firm.  
They had aureoles that were easily two inches in diameter 
with nipples the diameter of my little finger.  I cupped a 
breast in each hand and gently squeezed each nipple between 
a thumb and forefinger.  Marti moaned again.  For a second 
I expected another attack of the dry heaves.  "God, that 
feels good," she mumbled. "Do it again."

I thought I had been discovered.  I was panicking as I 
tried to think of a way to explain to Marti why I was 
pinching her nipples on the bathroom floor.  Marti started 
snoring.

My heart rate dropped to normal.

I moved my hands down to Marti's skirt.  I found a zipper 
and a button on the side.  I unbuttoned the button and 
unzipped the zipper.  I laid Marti on the floor while I 
stood up.  I left her there while I turned down her 
blankets.  I opened the bedroom door and listened again for 
footsteps.  Still nothing.

I threw Marti's arms over my shoulders and lifted her by 
her waist.  I tugged the skirt off as I carried her to her 
bed.  I kneeled down and set Marti's ass on the edge of the 
bed.  I held her upright as I stood up.  I let her head and 
upper body down gently on the mattress before swinging her 
legs up so that she laid flat on her back.  As I had 
guessed she was not wearing panties.  Despite my best 
intentions I took a few minutes to admire my sister's nude 
body.  

She really was in good shape.  Her tits still had some 
shape despite Marti's lying on her back.  Her belly was 
flat and hard. She trimmed her pubic hair and shaved it 
into a vee shape so that she could wear a very tiny bikini.  
Her pussy lips were shaved clean.  My cock was so hard it 
hurt.  I tried to convince myself that my erection was due 
to Miss Pompom with the perky nipples but it was obvious 
even to me that I was getting aroused looking at my naked 
sister.  I unzipped my jeans to relieve the strain on my 
cock.

I listened for any sound in the house.  My mind was 
befuddled with arousal.  I reached for Marti's crotch.  I 
ran my finger along her slit.  It felt so good I did it 
again.  My finger slipped inside her crack.  My mind was 
screaming 'Stop now, you rapist!' and 'No one will know!' 
at me.  Unconsciously my fingertip found her clit and 
teased it.  Marti moaned again and spread her legs.  I put 
my lips around the closest breast and flicked my tongue 
across the erect nipple that sprang to attention in my 
mouth.

My arousal overrode my conscience.  I suckled a breast as I 
fingered Marti's cunt.  Marti began to move.  One hand 
moved to her crotch and the other moved to cup the 
unsuckled breast.  A few minutes later I heard her breath 
quicken and I felt her body shiver.  She was having an 
orgasm in her sleep.  I slowed my attentions to a stop.  I 
reluctantly removed my mouth and hand from my unconscious 
sister.

My cock was throbbing.  I stood up and started jacking off.  
It took me only a minute to cum.  Between Marti's breasts 
pressed against my arm and Miss Pompom my balls had been 
aching for a good orgasm for hours.  I shot stream after 
stream of cum all over Marti's breasts and belly.  I sank 
to my knees as my orgasm subsided.  The smell of fresh cum 
mixed with the smell of stale vomit finally roused me to my 
senses.

"Thank you, Max," Marti mumbled.

I felt like I had been doused with a bucket of ice water.  
I waited for a scream.  I waited for a gasp of terror or 
panic.  I waited for what seemed an eternity.  Marti 
snored.  

I zipped up on my way to the bathroom to get a washcloth.  
Whew I returned I saw that Marti had moved her hand in her 
sleep.  She had smeared my cum all over her pubic hair and 
breasts.  I hoped she hadn't gotten any in her vagina.  I 
spread her pussy lips but didn't see any cum inside them.  

I wiped her pussy lips and pubic hair with the washcloth.  
I ran back to the bathroom and returned with several more 
damp washcloths.  I finished giving her a sponge bath.  I 
paid special attention to her breasts.  By the time I was 
done I was hard again.  I was tempted to spread Marti's 
legs and fuck her but common sense prevailed.  I had been 
lucky not to get caught with my hand in Marti's pussy.  I 
would be shot if I were caught with my cock in her.  I 
settled for jacking off again.  I was careful this time to 
catch all the cum in a washcloth.

I covered Marti with the blankets and returned to the 
bathroom.  I rinsed out all the washcloths and got most of 
the vomit out of her blouse and skirt.  I picked up Marti's 
purse and removed the bra and panties.  My curiosity got 
the better of me.  Marti wore a 36C.  I hung the underwear 
on the back of the door. 

Marti was still snoring as I made my way upstairs to my 
bedroom.

The next day Marti had a doozy of a hangover.  I suggested 
that we all go to the cabin for a few weeks.  The parents 
agreed right away.  Marti agreed after I promised her that 
I would do most of the cleaning while she lay in the sun 
and tried not to die.  Marti and I left a few hours later.  
Our parents would come up to the cabin the following week.

Marti and I would be alone at the cabin for a week.  I 
would have to exercise a little self-restraint.  Last night 
had been a fluke.  I did not want to fuck my sister.  I 
must have been a little drunker than I thought.  

"Liar," I thought to my self.  "You had one beer and a 
dozen ginger ales.  You knew exactly what you were doing to 
her."

I looked a Marti again.  She was leaning against the door 
of the SUV still trying to sleep off her hangover.

She had changed a lot in the seven years since I had last 
seen her.  She hadn't changed her taste in clothing though.  
She still favored tee shirts and cutoffs.  When she was 
eleven her breasts hadn't filled out a tee shirt as well as 
they did now.  She would be turning eighteen in a couple 
days and they looked great.  

"You ought to know, you son-of-bitch," I muttered to 
myself.  "You played with them for quite a while last 
night."

Sometime during this week I would have to ask Marti how 
much she remembered about the party and about what had 
happened after we left.  If she had really blacked out I 
could pretend that nothing had happened.  If she started to 
remember, I would have to think of an explanation.

I stopped the truck when I got to the bridge over Cutter's 
Creek.  I wanted to inspect the bridge before driving over 
a structure that might or might not support the weight of 
an SUV loaded with two adults and a month's supply of food 
for four people.  If the bridge didn't look like it would 
support the vehicle then Marti and I would have to carry 
everything the remaining four miles to the cabin.

Marti stripped off her tee shirt and cutoffs to wade in the 
creek while I inspected the bridge.  She was wearing a very 
tiny string bikini under her clothes.  Her bikini was no 
longer too big.  If anything it was too small.  Her boobs 
did have a very sexy jiggle to them.  I jerked my eyes away 
from them her breasts and back to the business at hand.

 I spent an hour examining all the posts and boards of the 
bridge.  I occasionally stole glances at Marti as I 
inspected the wooden structure.  

I finally decided that it was safe to cross even though I 
would have to make some repairs on the bridge over the next 
week.  Just to be safe I told Marti to wait on the near 
side of the bridge while I drove the SUV across.  

Marti expected me to wait on the far side of the bridge but 
as a practical joke I just kept driving after I crossed.  
Marti ran after me as I drove slowly away from the creek.  
In the rear view mirror I could see her running.  Her tits 
were bouncing like water balloons on the end of bungee 
cord.  I braked to a stop to allow her to catch up.

"Max," said Marti as she climbed in the cab, "you can be a 
real shit sometimes."

She was breathing hard after her short sprint.  Her breasts 
heaved seductively with each breath.  I shook those 
thoughts from my mind.  "Get a grip, man!" I thought to my 
self.  "She's your sister for God's sake!"

Four miles further up the mountain we arrived at the cabin.

"Here we are," I said unnecessarily to Marti.

The cabin was dustier than ever.  "When was the last time 
you were up here?" I asked Marti.

"Three years ago," she replied.  "Just before Daddy had his 
heart attack.  He didn't want to come up here and end up 
hours from help in case he had another attack."

"Well, I'm glad Mom talked him into coming up this year," I 
said.  "Let's get this place cleaned up."

We spent three hours dusting and washing the kitchen area 
and bedrooms.  We had a week to finish the cleaning.  We 
sat on the porch in the late afternoon sun as we drank a 
beer.  The sun was hot but this high up the air was drier 
and cooler than town.

Marti stretched to ease her aching muscles.  I thought her 
nipples were going to poke holes through the fabric of her 
bikini.  "I'm going to start working on my tan," she said.

I glanced at Marti's ass as she walked into the house to 
get a beach towel.  I continued to watch her ass all the 
way down the lawn.  She laid face down on the towel and 
untied her bikini bra.  I started to fantasize about her 
being startled and sitting up with her breasts exposed.  
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked myself. 

I went into the house to avoid the temptation to keep 
looking.  I grabbed my suitcase and duffle bag from the car 
and put them in my bedroom.  I left Marti's in the back of 
the SUV for her to fetch in her own good time.

Marti's bedroom was a simple one-room addition that my Dad 
and I had built a few years after Marti was born.  The 
other 'bedroom' in the one room cabin was a curtained off 
corner of the main room.  I would sleep there until Mom and 
Dad arrived.  Then I would to move to the couch in front of 
the fireplace and they would take over the bedroom.  

I was cooking supper when Marti ran into the cabin.  She 
was putting on her tee shirt and carrying the towel and her 
bikini top.  She looked scared. 

"Look outside, Max," she said.  I looked out the front 
door.  The clear blue sky of an hour ago had been replaced 
by a dark mass of anvil shaped thunderheads.  The air 
smelled of rain.  This was going to get nasty very fast.

"We have to close the shutters!" I yelled to Marti as I ran 
outside.  I started slamming and locking the shutters one 
after the other as I went around the house.  I ran into 
Marti on the far side of the house just as the rain 
started.  It was like being doused by a fire hose.  We were 
both soaked by the time we got back inside.  Marti was 
wearing a very wet tee shirt.  She had not put her bikini 
top back on.  Her nipples were stiff with the cold water 
and stood out prominently from the dark aureoles of her 
breasts.

"Suppers ready," I told her.  "You set the table while I 
light a fire."  

I turned on the battery-operated radio to listen to the 
weather while I lit the fire.  "This storm is expected to 
last until midnight tonight," said the announcer.  "You can 
expect heavy down pours.  Flash flooding is also expected 
along creeks and rivers.  No tornadoes have been spotted so 
far but this storm will be accompanied by strong winds and 
damaging hail."

There was only enough wood for a small fire.  There was 
plenty more outside but it would be too damp to use until 
sometime tomorrow afternoon.  I got the fire lit and was 
immediately hit by a wall of smoke billowing out of the 
fireplace.  The chimney was blocked.    I quickly put out 
the fire.  It was going to be a cold night.

I turned to tell Marti about the chimney.  She was bent 
over at the sink slipping off her bikini bottom.  The sight 
of her pussy lips peeking at me from the base of her ass 
cheeks caused me to lose the power of speech temporarily.  
The tee shirt covered her ass again when she stood up to 
wring out the bottoms over the sink.

I thought she would slip the bottom back on when she was 
done wringing the water out but she just shook them and 
hung the bottom on the towel peg next to the bikini top.

My cock twitched at the thought of sitting down to dinner 
with a pantiless sister.  "You've got to stop thinking like 
this," I told myself.  But the urgency was gone.  My 
reminder to myself was just routine.  Like telling myself 
not to eat two desserts when I was home alone.

Marti turned around to see me staring at her.  She blushed 
and looked down at her feet.  "The bottoms were cold," she 
said haltingly.  "The shirt was drying out everywhere 
except the bottom.  I thought I would just hang the bottom 
up to dry.  I'd better get some panties and shorts."

She was more embarrassed than I was.

She came out of her bedroom looking a little peeved.  
"Where did you put my suitcases?" she asked annoyed.

I remembered my own fit of peevishness earlier in the 
afternoon.  "They're. uh. in the truck," I said lamely.  
"Just get something from my suitcase."

Marti opened the suitcase on my bed and took out tee shirts 
and jeans.  She dropped them in a heap on my bed.  Next she 
started on the duffle bag.  She took out jeans, shirts, 
socks and jockey shorts.  She was getting more peeved with 
each handful of clothing.

Marti turned to me in exasperation.  "You didn't bring any 
shorts!" she shouted at me. "Just what am I supposed to 
wear under this."  She flipped the tee shirt up as she said 
it and I caught a brief flash of pussy hair.  

All my erotic thoughts about my sister came flooding back.  
I fought to regain control of my thoughts and feelings.  
"Just put on a pair of my jeans," I said calmly.

Marti grabbed a pair from my bed and held them to her 
waist.  They were inches too long and too wide for her 
petite frame.

"I am not going to look like a goddamn clown in your 
pants!" she shrieked as she threw them back on the bed.

"Then just grab a pair of my under shorts," I said still 
trying to calm her down.  When there is a break in the 
storm, I will run out to get your suitcases."

Marti turned her back to me and grabbed a pair of my shorts 
from the heap of clothing on my bed.  I caught another 
flash of pussy lips and ass as she bent over to pull them 
on.

She rushed past me on her way back to the kitchen to finish 
setting the table.  I felt a little thrill as her flimsily 
covered nipples brushed across my chest.  Her nipples must 
be hard as pebbles if I could feel them through two tee 
shirts.

The storm continued all through supper.  The rain was heavy 
and constant through the whole dinner.  The wind would gust 
occasionally and shake the whole cabin.  The hail made it 
sound as if the cabin was under attack by and army of 
machine gunners.  The shutters were all that protected the 
windows from being broken.

The tensions eased a little as we ate.  We started chatting 
about our plans for the next week.  There were things 
around the cabin that needed repairs so Marti and I laid 
out a schedule for the repairs and planned a couple trips 
into town to get the supplies needed for them.

The temperature kept dropping all through dinner.  Marti's 
nipples grew harder due to the cold.  My cock grew harder 
due to Marti's nipples pointing at me like a couple of 
darts.  I was getting so aroused and nervous that I knocked 
my glass of water onto the floor.

I got a dishrag from the kitchen to clean it up.  I was 
under the table wiping the water off the floor when a 
movement caught my eye.  I instinctively looked at it saw 
Marti move the crotch of the underwear out of the way so 
that she could scratch her pussy.  I froze where I was as I 
watched her fingers scratch her pussy mound.  I could have 
sworn I also saw a finger insert itself into her slit.  I 
forced my eyes back to the puddle on the floor.  It took a 
while for my erection to drop enough to stand up.

Marti was positively cheerful when I finished wiping up the 
water.  I tried to match her mood but my mind was in 
turmoil.  I suspected that Marti had flashed me 
deliberately.  Her attitude now was completely casual and 
sisterly.  I decided that I was imagining things or maybe 
letting my cock do my thinking for me.  

At last supper was over.  The hail had stopped but the rain 
and wind had not let up and the temperature was down to 60 
degrees.  

"I'll do the dishes," I said to Marti.  "You go to bed and 
try to warm up."

"OK, Max," Marti said.  She got up from the table and took 
her dishes to the sink.

I expected her to go to bed immediately but she took her 
time about it.  There weren't enough dishes to justify a 
whole sink of water so I took all of the dishes out of the 
cupboard to wash them also.  I could see Marti reflected in 
the window above the sink.  She straighten out the knick-
knacks on the mantelpiece, she folded my clothes and placed 
them in neat piles on my bed.  I was astonished to see her 
remove the pair of my briefs that she had just put on a 
couple hours earlier.

Just as I put the last dish on the counter to dry, Marti 
said goodnight and went to her room. 

I checked all the windows and the door before turning down 
the kerosene lamp and crawling into bed naked.  I left the 
curtain open so that I would have some light in the 
bedroom.  I tossed and turned for a few minutes but finally 
gave in and got the pair of shorts that Marti had worn.  I 
held the crotch to my nose and inhaled deeply.  The Marti's 
pussy smelled wonderful.  I imagined burying my nose into 
her pussy and running my tongue along her slit to the nub 
of her clit.  

I heard the curtain of my bedroom thrown aside and felt 
Marti slide past me to the 'emergency pot' in the corner.  
Normally we used the outhouse but we had a bucket with a 
lid to use when the weather made the long walk too 
uncomfortable.

Marti dropped the lid on the floor and sat on the pot.  I 
listened to the stream of piss splash against the bottom of 
the bucket.  The sound of her pissing made me all too aware 
of the fullness of my own bladder.

My cock twitched as I watched her wipe her cunt after she 
was done.  Despite my lack of clothing I stood staring at 
her.  I made no attempt to cover myself or hide my interest 
in her body.

Marti dropped the toilet paper in the bucket.  She stared 
right back at me.  Then I noticed that her eyes were 
focused more in the direction of my cock than my eyes.  

I dropped the shorts and strode over to stand in front of 
Marti.  My cock was inches from her face.

"I need to piss too, Marti," I said flatly.

"Sure," she said as she got off the pot.

I aimed my cock at the pot and let go a stream of piss 
against the side of the pail.  When my piss was aimed 
correctly, I glanced over at Marti.  She hadn't left the 
room.  She was standing off to the side with her eyes fixed 
on my half-erect cock and the piss stream coming from it.  
Marti was slowly finger fucking herself.  

I shook the last few drops of piss from my cock and then 
stroked my self to a full erection.  I turned to Marti and 
hugged her to me like a drowning man grabbing a life ring.  

Marti did not fight me off and run screaming from the room.  
In the back of my mind I had though she might.  Instead she 
grabbed my cock and began to stroke it.  It was trapped 
between our bellies so this was not exactly easy.  I cupped 
her ass cheeks with my hands as I kissed her passionately.  
I wanted her so badly I could barely breathe.

I slid one hand around to her crotch and she opened herself 
to my probing fingers.

The simultaneous flash of light and explosion left us deaf 
and blind.  My lust-crazed mind interpreted this as a 
warning from God for a second.  I knew the lightning had 
struck something close.  I stumbled around the suddenly 
black house sniffing for smoke and trying to regain my 
hearing.  

My hearing was just starting to recover when I heard the 
crash and felt the cabin shake.  For a second I thought the 
world was ending.  Another bolt of lightening revealed 
several holes in the roof next to Marti's bedroom.  I made 
my way over to the door to her bedroom and opened the door.  
I felt a blast of rain on my face.  Another flash showed a 
huge tree lying in the middle of the room.  If Marti had 
been in the bed she would have been dead.  

I heard a gasp from Marti as she joined me at the door.  I 
put my arm around her shoulder as she held her hands to her 
mouth in a silent scream.

I closed the door and walked Marti back to the dinner 
table.  I pushed her down into the chair and squatted down 
so that I could look her straight in the eye.

"Marti," I said firmly as I focused my eyes on hers.  I 
waited for her eyes to drift from her bedroom door to my 
eyes before I continued.

"Marti," I said sternly, "you're not hurt.  You weren't in 
there when the tree fell so stop thinking about it.  We 
need to focus on assessing the damage and making any 
necessary repairs to get us through the night.  Do you 
understand, Marti?"

Marti nodded slowly.

"Are you ready to help me?" I asked her.

She nodded more purposefully this time.

"Good, then let's get to work," I said.

I turned up the lamp and took it over to the wall next to 
Marti's room.  The damage did not look as bad as I had 
first feared.  The room had been attached to the house as 
an afterthought and was not structurally integrated with 
the cabin.  I was sure I could patch the roof and wall in 
an hour or so.  The tricky part would be cutting off some 
of branches that were sticking between the wall and the 
roof.  I wasn't sure that my hand could fit through the 
hole made by the branch.

"You get the tools, Marti," I said.  "I'll get the ladder."

We worked hard on the repairs and finished all but the one 
I wasn't sure I could do.  My hand just would not fit 
through the hole to allow me to saw off the branch.  
"You'll have to do this one, Marti," I said.  "I'll hold 
the ladder while you put you arm though the hole and saw 
the branch off about six inches beyond the wall.  After 
that we can pull the branch through and close the hole."  I 
handed her the saw.

"Alright, Max," she said.  She climbed up after some effort 
got her arm through the hole.  She started sawing through 
the branch.

I looked up right into Marti's snatch.  We had been working 
for an hour following our first sexual kiss.  I was still 
naked and Marti was almost naked.  Now I was looking up at 
her exposed cunt.  It was very distracting.  I looked down 
for a while.  My cock was erect already.  I had my choice 
between looking at my sister's cunt or my erect cock. I had 
seen my cock lots of times.  I looked up again.  My 
impulses won out over good sense.  I reached to caress 
Marti's inner thigh.  When that was not greeted with a 
sharp 'Stop that!' I moved my hand higher so that my 
fingertips could caress the crease between her pussy lips.

"Why don't you wait until I'm done with this before we 
start groping each other," she snapped.

Marti finished sawing the through the branch and climbed 
down the ladder.  She squeezed my cock with her free hand.  
"Do you want to finish that job or this job," she asked as 
she squeezed my cock again.

"I'll finish both jobs," I said as I gently extricated my 
manhood from her caressing hand.

I completed the repairs in another few minutes.  I 
performed one last quick inspection of our cabin before 
sweeping Marti into my arms.  I was afraid that the passion 
we had felt only a couple hours before would have cooled 
with all the work but her kisses were more insistent than 
ever.

We broke the kiss only long enough to go to the bedroom and 
climb into bed.  I desperately wanted to fuck my sister but 
didn't want to rape her.  I needed to know if all of this 
passion was real.  I wanted to know if anything I was 
experiencing at that moment was real.

I broke our kisses for a few seconds of breath.  "Marti," I 
gasped, "are you sure you want to do this?   I don't want 
you to do anything you will regret later.  It's not too 
late yet."

Marti pulled back from me.  She looked at me as if I had 
started reciting 'Jabberwocky' at her.  She sat back on her 
heels.

I breathed a sigh of relief that I was able to stop before 
things got out of hand

Marti had other ideas.  She grasped the hem of the 
oversized tee shirt and pulled it over her head.  She threw 
it across the room before turning her attention back to me.  
She caressed her breasts with her hands.  She slowly 
squeezed a breast in each hand, following each squeeze with 
a gentle tug on each nipple until her nipples were stiff 
with cold and arousal.  My cock grew even stiffer as I 
watched her.

 "Max," she said, "I have been horny for you for eight 
years.  I've wanted you to fuck me since before you bought 
me that bikini that was several sizes too big.  My 
hornieness has not gotten any less through the years.  I 
got even hornier on the way up today because of what you 
did last night."

"I never thought you would think of me as a sex partner 
until then.  I wasn't unconscious the whole time.  I 
remember you taking off my blouse and playing with my tits.  
I remember you finger fucking me and sucking on my tit 
until I had an orgasm.  I saw you look at my tits while you 
were driving.  I saw you inspect my body while you were 
inspecting the bridge.  I was working up the courage to 
take off my bikini so you could see that I was interested 
in continuing our sex play but you completed your damn 
bridge inspection and drove off."

"Then when we were cleaning, I managed to brush a hip or a 
breast across your body occasionally but you never got the 
hint.  I was too embarrassed to come right out and say 
'Fuck me, you idiot!'  I thought you had changed your mind 
about having sex with me."

"I decided that I would sunbathe topless to see if you 
tried to peek at my tits.  Instead you went into the cabin 
to clean more.  I was just resolving myself to a celibate 
week of hornieness when the storm came up.  I was able to 
show my tits off to good advantage and I could see that you 
really were interested.  You could barely keep your eyes 
off my tits when we were within eyesight of each other.

"Then I flashed my pussy at you when you were wiping up the 
water.  I knew you were watching.  I spread my cuntlips and 
I even put my finger in my cunt to get a reaction from you.  
When you couldn't stand up after my little show, I was 
pretty sure that you would try to seduce me.  

"I knew you were watching me in the window glass, so I gave 
you another glimpse of my pussy and made sure that my 
nipples brushed your chest when I went to bed. But the 
clincher was when I needed to pee.  I opened my bedroom 
door and saw you sniffing the crotch of the under shorts I 
had been wearing.  I never thought wearing men's shorts 
would make me feel so sexy.

"Then you didn't leave the room when I squatted on the 
bucket to piss.  I thought you were going to tell me to 
suck your cock when you stood in front of me.  I would have 
sucked it if you had asked me."

"Suck it now," I said.

Marti knelt beside me and started sucking my cock.  She 
wasn't good at it but like the man says 'There are no bad 
blow jobs.'

"Swing that cunt of yours up here so I can eat you," I said 
to Marti.

Marti awkwardly swung her crotch up to my head as she 
continued to suck my cock.  Her cunt tasted as good as I 
imagined it would.  We continued to eat each other for 
several minutes.  I flicked my tongue along Marti's slit 
until I found her clit.  I suckled on her clit like it was 
a nipple.  Marti moaned with arousal.  She was so 
distracted that her teeth scraped along my cock.  I almost 
sat straight up.  I knew I had to stop this before she bit 
my cock.

"Marti," I said, "who taught you how to give blow jobs?"

"Nobody," she said.  "I listened to the girls at school 
talk about blowing their boyfriends.  Jenny and I watched a 
porn movie one night.  It didn't look all that hard to do.  
We tried practicing on bananas but ended up laughing so 
hard we almost choked on them.  Am I doing it wrong?"

"Well," I said delicately, "there are some things that you 
need to keep in mind when you have a guy's cock in your 
mouth.  The first thing is to never let your teeth scrape 
along the cock.   I'll help you learn how to give blowjobs 
later.  Let's do something else now."

Marti lay down beside me with a wicked grin on her face.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked slyly as she slowly 
masturbated by cock.

I grinned back at her as I fingered her slit.  "I want to 
fill this with something besides a finger or a tongue," I 
said.  "What do you suppose I could use?"

"This might just fit," Marti said as she squeezed my cock.

I rolled Marti onto her back and spread her legs with my 
knees.  Her pussy glistened wetly in the pale light from 
the kerosene lamp.

I reached into my duffle bag for a condom.  I started to 
open the package.

"I'm on the pill," said Marti, "You don't need that."

"I just got back from Africa," I said.  "I was there for 
three years and I wasn't exactly celibate.  I'll get an 
AIDS test and we will use condoms for a couple months 
unless you want to settle for hand jobs."

"I've given myself enough hand jobs," said Marti.  "I want 
a cock inside me.  I'll put up with it until you feel safe 
not using one."

I could hear a little disappointment in her voice.

I put the head of my cock against her pussy lips.  "Help 
guide my cock in," I said to Marti.

She reached down to her cunt and guided the head of my cock 
to her eager hole.  

I hesitated with the head of my cock just outside her hole.  
"Are you sure you want to do this, Marti?" I asked.  "This 
is incest.  Both of us could go to jail.  I don't want you 
to do this unless you feel sure that this is really what 
you want."

Marti humped her hips up to slip the head of my cock inside 
her hole.  

"This is what I want," she said firmly.

I slowly fucked my cock in and out of her cunt.  I soon ran 
into a barrier I hadn't expected.

"You're still a virgin," I said with surprise.

"Yes," she said.  "I had plenty of guys offer to do the job 
but I never felt right about it.  Deep down I always wanted 
my big brother to pop my cherry."

"Well," I said, "you're going to get your wish."

I pulled my cock back until just the head was inside her 
cunt hole.  I thrust forward and tore through her hymen in 
one swift move.  

Marti let out a small yelp of pain as my cock shredded her 
virginity.  I stopped fucking for a second with my cock all 
the way inside my sister.  My cock was rigid with 
excitement.  I was not only fucking my sister, I was the 
first man to fuck her.

"Let me know when it's alright to continue," I said as I 
kissed a small tear on her cheek.  "It only hurts for a 
little while and we have all night."

We continued to kiss for a minute or so.  

"It's O.K. now," said Marti.  "Finish fucking me.  I want 
to have an orgasm with your cock inside me."

I started fucking her with long slow strokes.  Every 
downward stroke brought a small gasp of pleasure from 
Marti.  I sensed she was getting close to orgasm and 
started fucking her faster.  I soon felt the muscles of her 
cunt begin to spasm as her orgasm took over her body.  I 
continued to fuck her until the orgasm left her limp with 
exhaustion.

I left my cock buried in her pussy as I raised my self up 
on my arms.  Her whole body glistened with sweat.  Strands 
of hair clung to her forehead.  I started pumping my cock 
in and out of her cunt.

Marti looked up at me with fatigue and anticipation in her 
eyes.   "I've never cum that strongly before," she said 
with a moan of pleasure.

"If we do this right," I said, "you should have at least 
two more orgasms just like that one before I cum."

I fucked her hard and fast to another mind-bending orgasm 
that left her lying under me stunned.  My cock was still 
hard as a rock but I wasn't sure home much longer I could 
continue to fuck Marti before I came my self.

I lay still for a minute to let Marti catch her breath and 
to allow my own level of arousal to drop a notch.  I wanted 
Marti's loss of virginity to be memorable.  The two orgasms 
she had had so far were good but a third one would ensure 
that she never forgot how good sex could be.

I raised myself up on my arms to take my weight off Marti's 
body.  She was drenched with sweat.  Strands of hair clung 
wetly to her forehead.  Her eyes were half-closed as she 
basked in the afterglow of her second climax.  I twitched 
my cock inside her cunt.  Her eyes fluttered open.

"Are you ready for another orgasm?" I asked her.

"Yes, Max," she said.  "I don't know if I can take another 
one, but I want to try."

I moved one hand down to Marti's ass and lifted her butt 
off the bed.  I slid a pillow under her ass.  I would have 
to fuck her slowly to get her ready for another orgasm.  
She was too tired to cum as fast as the first two times.

I pumped my cock in and out of her loose cunt making sure 
to run the head of my cock across her G-spot with every 
stroke.  The slow steady rhythm began to arouse her again 
and she was soon meeting each of my strokes with an upward 
thrust of her hips.  Even though she had just lost her 
virginity, my little sister was learning how to fuck very 
fast.  

My balls were beginning to ache with all the fucking I had 
been doing without an orgasm.  I could feel the urgency of 
my delayed orgasm building up in my groin.  

"Marti," I said, "use one hand to stimulate your clit.  I'm 
almost ready to cum.  Let's try to cum together."

She did as I asked.  In a few seconds I could feel her cunt 
tighten around my cock.  That added stimulation was all 
that was required to set off my orgasm.  I rammed my cock 
into her pussy as the streams of cum shot from my cock.  
Marti started cumming, too.  Her hips bucked against mine 
as we both lost ourselves in our individual orgasms.  It 
seemed to take forever to empty my balls of semen but at 
last they were empty.  

My deflating cock was pulled from Marti's cunt as I 
collapsed beside her.

We both lay exhausted from our exertions.  Marti threw one 
arm over my chest and one of her legs over mine as she 
hugged me.  She kissed my cheek.

"I never though fucking would feel this good," she said.  
"I've masturbated myself to orgasm before, but I never came 
like this.  I felt all of those self-administered orgasms 
in my cunt and belly.  These last three orgasms made my 
whole body quiver with delight.  If girls knew that fucking 
could make them feel this good there wouldn't be any eight-
year-old virgins anywhere in the world."

"There would also be a lot of guys in jail for fucking 
eight-year-old girls," I said with a laugh, "because eight-
year-old boys wouldn't know how to fuck eight-year-old 
girls like this so that they could have orgasms like 
yours."

I kissed and hugged Marti until the need for sleep overcame 
the need for sex.

"I need to go to sleep, Marti," I said.  We only have a 
week alone here.  I have seven years of fucking you to make 
up for.  You'll be walking bowlegged by the time we're 
done."

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Continued in Cabin 2 part a



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