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{ASSM} The Cabin [2a of 3] {Sigerson H.} (Mg cons inc)

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The Cabin [2a of 3]

Copyright January 2001

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Mg-cons-inc

Chapter 1

The road to the cabin was bad. It was more of a dirt trail 
than a road. There was one switchback after another as I 
drove up the mountain to the cabin. The road was 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. She was leaning against the door of the 
SUV dozing in and out of sleep. She was wearing a plain 
white tee shirt and faded cutoffs over her bikini. She had 
been dressing like that most days for the last two years. 
At first I thought she was too young to wear a bikini but 
my wife assured me that most girls wore them now even if 
there was 'nothing' to hold up.

I felt another twinge of guilt as I looked at her. Just 
over a year ago my wife, June, had died from cancer. I had 
been so devastated that I had virtually ignored Marti for a 
whole year. My grief therapy group had finally convinced me 
that grieving for my wife was not going to help Marti. I 
needed to connect with her and get on with my life so that 
we could both work through our grief processes.

I had been considering ways to help Marti work through the 
loss of her mother when I received word from my brother 
that he was leaving the country for an extended stay 
abroad. 

"Max," he had said, "it's a nice cabin. There's lots of 
room. Take a couple guys up there for a week of fishing. 
They'll love you for it. All I want you to do is check it 
out once a month. Keep the varmints out. Report any break-
ins to the sheriff. I just need you to look after the place 
until I get back."

I leaped at the chance. "Sure, I'll look after the place," 
I said. "Send me the keys to the place and instructions to 
get there."

"The keys and a map are already in the mail, Max," he said. 
"I knew I could count on you. They're calling my flight 
now, Max. I'll stop by when I get back to pick up the keys. 
'Bye, bro." And the line went dead.

I was due a lot of vacation and decided to spend some time 
up there with Marti. We could reconnect and perhaps both of 
us could recover from our mutual loss. If we both had a 
good time then we could end up spending most of the summer 
up there.

I went upstairs to her bedroom and knocked on her door. 
"Marti," I said, "May I come in?"

"Sure, Daddy," she said.

Marti was standing in front of her closet door brushing her 
hair. My twelve-year-old daughter looked so much like her 
mother at that moment that a lump developed in my throat. 
It hurt so much I couldn't speak. I sat down on her bed 
while I tried to regain my composure.

I cleared my throat and stood up to give myself a few more 
seconds for recovery.

"Marti," I said, "Your Uncle Dave is going to lend me the 
use of his cabin for part of this summer. Would you like to 
go up there with me? Just the two of us. To spend some time 
together. I know I've been busy with work for a while but I 
thought this summer we could start spending more time 
together. I figured Dave's cabin might give us a chance to 
do that."

I was babbling. I couldn't stop my self. Marti looked at me 
as if I had just turned into an alien.

My babbling was interrupted when Marti threw herself at me. 
She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my 
waist. She kissed me full on the mouth. I had to hold her 
buttocks to keep her from slipping down. She broke the kiss 
only long enough to whisper, "I love you, Daddy," into my 
ear. Then she was kissing me again.

I hadn't kissed anyone since my wife had gotten sick. I 
hadn't even slept with a woman since Marti's mother had 
become bedridden. Marti's kiss was not sexual but I became 
acutely aware of the twin buds of her nipples pressing 
against my chest. The heat from her crotch began to warm my 
belly. Before I knew what I was doing I began to squeeze 
her buttocks in my hands. I froze mid-squeeze. What the 
hell was I doing? 

I changed the squeeze to a light slap on the fanny and took 
Marti's arms from around my neck.

"Alright darling," I said. "We need to get things ready so 
that we can go. We will spend a week up there at first to 
see if we like it. If we do then we will come back to town 
for a couple days to arrange for an extended stay up there. 
How does that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful, Daddy!" squealed Marti. She had 
always been a tomboy. The idea of having a dozen acres of 
woods to explore on her own appealed to her.

That was a week ago. Now here I was driving on this narrow 
dirt road that was supposed to get us to this wonderful 
cabin. I hoped I wasn't lost. There was no way I could turn 
this truck around on this road. I rounded one last 
switchback and saw the sign for my brother's cabin. The 
sign was a simple wooden plank nailed to a fencepost. I 
didn't think it was possible but the road beyond was even 
less well maintained than the last ten miles of road. I was 
wrong. The side road to Dave's cabin managed to be even 
worse.

I'm not quite sure what I expected. I didn't think that the 
cabin would have all the amenities that we had at our 
house. I also expected more than a dilapidated one-room 
shack. My expectations were partially met. The cabin was 
not dilapidated. 

"We're here, Marti," I said as I came to a stop. We both 
got out of the truck and looked at the cabin. It was a 
small log structure with a porch that ran along the entire 
front of the building. There were three dirty windows on 
the front of the cabin. I started to have some regrets 
about suggesting the place. I turned to Marti to apologize.

"I love it, Daddy!" she said as she ran to the front door. 
She tried to open the door but had to wait until I arrived 
with the key.

Inside the single room was neat but dusty. It looked as if 
no one had been here for a few years. "It's going to take 
all afternoon to clean this place," I muttered to myself.

Marti was dancing from foot to foot in the middle of the 
room. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked.

It finally struck me. There was only one room. I saw a door 
on the wall opposite the front door. Maybe there is another 
room I thought to myself.

I crossed the room in a half-dozen strides and threw the 
bolt. The door opened onto a small back porch that was the 
termination of a narrow dirt path. I knew with a sickening 
feeling where the path led. I went to the single bed in the 
room and dropped to my knees. There was a chamber pot and a 
roll of toilet paper under the bed.

I handed the chamber pot to Marti. "You can use this or you 
can follow the path out the back door," I said. "If you 
want to use the pot I'll wait outside."

Marti grabbed the toilet paper and ran out the back door 
without saying anything.

I was devastated. My amazing week was quickly turning into 
an awful week.

We would have to spend at least one night here anyway. I 
didn't want to drive down that road without a good night's 
sleep. I went to the car to get our suitcases and food.

I tried the hand pump that was mounted over the kitchen 
sink. After a couple dozen pumps I was getting sweaty but I 
could feel the pump begin to suck water. Another dozen 
pumps and the sink began to fill with clear ice cold water. 

I filled a large kettle full of water and set it on the 
stove. There were some split logs and kindling by the stove 
that provided the necessaries for a fire. It took me six 
matches to get the fire going. I was definitely not a 
woodsman.

I looked around the cabin to orient myself to my 
surroundings. The cabin was a single rectangular room. One 
end of the rectangle contained the stove and food cupboards 
while the other end contained a mall bed and some armoires 
that served as closets. The ceiling was made of thick 
planks that ran from one side of the cabin to the other. 
There were two ladders that led to rough cut holes in the 
planking. I climbed the ladder to the hole on the kitchen 
end of the cabin and looked around with a flashlight. The 
'attic' was just used as additional storage space for 
little used items. My flashlight illuminated an old rug, a 
broken chair and a few old cooking pots at the kitchen end. 
There were a couple wooden crates at the other end. The 
dust in the attic was even thicker than the dust in the 
cabin. That reminded me that I needed to get cleaning if we 
were going to have supper that night.

I unpacked cleaning supplies while I waited for the water 
to heat. I was about to start dusting when it dawned on me 
that Marti was still not back from the outhouse. I checked 
the stove to make sure that the fire was not in danger of 
spilling out onto the floor before heading down the path to 
find Marti.

I called to Marti as I walked toward the outhouse. I didn't 
receive an answer. I knocked on the door of the toilet. 
Still no answer. I opened the door and looked in. It was 
just a simple one-holer with no occupants. The toilet paper 
was on a small shelf by the seat so Marti had made it this 
far.

I examined the path carefully on the way back. I spotted 
the side path halfway between the cabin and the outhouse. A 
pair of small sneakers had left a set of tracks down the 
side path.

I marked the path carefully as I followed Marti's tracks. I 
heard a huge splash about fifty yards down the path. I 
immediately thought the worst and ran towards the sound of 
the splash. The path ended abruptly at a small clearing 
that was adjacent to a pond. Marti's clothing was lying in 
a heap by the end of the path. I arrived in time to see her 
climb out of the pond and start climbing a tree that had a 
branch hanging out over the pond. 

"Marti!" I called to her.

"Hi, Daddy!" she called back. "Watch this!"

I watched her climb the tree and walk out over the pond. 
She balanced herself on the branch for a few seconds and 
then jumped. She hugged her knees and curled into a ball 
before she hit the water. The splash went past the diving 
branch by about four feet.

When she surfaced I called to her again. "Marti, I need to 
speak with you for a few minutes," I said.

She swam over to me and climbed out of the pond. 

I sat down on a log and waited for her to come over to me. 
Marti started wringing the water out of her long blonde 
hair as she walked towards me. Again I was struck by how 
much she resembled her mother in her face and mannerisms.

I also noticed that her bikini was translucent now that it 
was wet. The aureoles of her breasts made small dark 
circles on the white cups of her bikini top. The cleft 
between her legs was emphasized by the by the clingy white 
of her bikini bottom as Marti tugged the bikini higher on 
her hips. I felt my cock begin to stir as I looked at her. 
I quickly looked away.

Marti sat down on the log beside me. "I love it here, 
Daddy!" she said breathlessly. "We have a whole swimming 
pond all to ourselves."

I was taken aback. I had expected her to complain about the 
lack of an indoor toilet and privacy.

I was going to apologize for dragging her up here. Now I 
changed course. "I thought you might be upset about having 
to walk through the woods just to pee," I said.

Marti laughed. I hadn't heard her laugh like that in a year 
and a half. I almost cried with that memory. Maybe she had 
laughed but I had been too absorbed in my own loss to pay 
attention to her. I had wasted a whole year of her precious 
life ignoring her needs. My throat began to hurt again. 
Tears started trickling down my cheek. I turned my face 
away from Marti and tried to brush them away before she 
noticed.

Marti put a cold wet arm around my waist as she hugged me.

We sat like that for almost a half-hour. I would stop 
crying and then start again when I tried to speak to Marti. 
I just couldn't stop.

"I got to the hospital before you did on that last day, 
Daddy," said Marti. "Mommy told me to sit down beside her 
so that she could tell me some things before she died. She 
said not to tell you until you were ready to hear them. I 
think you're ready now. Do you want me to tell you what she 
said?"

I nodded and managed to squeak out a "Yes."

"Mommy had known she was going to die for months," Marti 
said. "She saw how you were not handling the fact that she 
was going to die. She told me that after she died you would 
deal with her death by working and doing anything but 
crying for her and for me. She said that I would have to be 
strong enough to take care of myself for a while. She also 
said that I could count on Aunt Jane to take care of the 
funeral but that she would disappear as soon as she could 
and that Uncle Dave would be no help at all. That is pretty 
much what happened wasn't it Daddy?"

I nodded again. I was also able to say "Yes" with out 
sounding like a strangled mouse.

"Well, Daddy," she said, "I did manage to take care of 
myself, didn't I? I also pushed you into your grief group 
even when you didn't want to go. They were the ones who 
suggested to you that we needed to start being a family 
again even though Mommy is gone. You haven't neglected me, 
Daddy. You were just grieving in your own way."

"Thank you for saying that, Marti," I choked. "I'm not sure 
how much of that I believe, but thank you for saying it."

Marti climbed onto my lap and put her arms around my neck 
like she used to do when she was younger.

She kissed me on the mouth and said "We can't change what 
we did, Daddy. But we can change what we will do. By 
bringing me up here, you've already started changing what 
you were doing. You're starting to grow again. You're 
becoming the Daddy that I grew up loving."

I hugged Marti tightly to my chest. Her swimsuit was 
getting my shirt and pants wet. A month ago I would have 
been furious about that. Now I didn't care. My daughter had 
forgiven me for a year of neglect and I had an opportunity 
to try to set things right. Wet shirts and pants were 
trivial matters.

I also became aware that cold, wet bikini tops also caused 
other things to happen to young girls. Marti's nipple was 
rock hard and poking me in the chest. The side effects of 
that were going to be apparent to Marti very quickly unless 
I got her off my lap.

"We need to clean the cabin before we make supper and go to 
bed," I said abruptly. I stood up still holding Marti in my 
arms. She playfully tried to wriggle out of my arms as I 
carried her back to the pile of discarded clothing. She 
started to slip out of my arms but I managed to catch her 
before I dropped her on the ground. My hand slid along her 
the side of her chest before catching her bikini top and 
tearing it from her breast. For a fraction of a second my 
hand cupped her bare breast.

I quickly let her legs drop so that she stood on the 
ground. My watch caught on the leg hole her bikini bottom 
and pulled the crotch aside to reveal her hairless pussy 
lips. My cock grew instantly hard as I stared at my 
daughter's pussy.

Marti adjusted her swimsuit to cover her pussy and breast.

"I. I. I'm sorry, Marti," I stammered. "I didn't mean to. 
to." I couldn't think how to say that I hadn't meant to 
feel your tit and expose your cunt without sounding like a 
pervert.

"It's O.K., Daddy," said Marti. "I know you didn't mean to 
do that. You used to bathe me so it's not like you haven't 
seen me naked before. I shouldn't have wiggled so hard."

Marti looked at the bulge in the front of my pants. I 
decided the best way to deal with this was to pretend that 
I was not aroused at the sight and feel of my nearly nude 
daughter. I smiled at Mart and said, "I'll meet you back at 
the cabin. We have a lot of cleaning to do before I can 
cook some supper. Then we will need to clean some more 
before bedtime. We'll finish the rest of the cleaning in 
the morning."

I started back to the cabin. I forced myself to walk though 
I wanted to run.

The water was boiling when I got back so I started washing 
dishes and cookware. Marti walked in a few minutes later 
carrying her wet swimsuit and shoes. She had put her baggy 
shorts and tee shirt on, thank god. Now I just had to get 
rid of the image of my daughter not wearing panties under 
her shorts.

I poured some hot water and soap into a bucket and added 
enough cold water to get it to bearable temperature. I 
handed the bucket and a sponge to Marti. "Wash the table 
and chairs," I said. "Then start on the cupboards."

I cleaned the kitchen area while Marti cleaned the rest of 
the cabin. Since the kitchen took up about half the cabin 
it was an equitable division of chores. I was getting 
hungry and turned to Marti to ask her what she wanted for 
supper. She was standing on the ladder looking around the 
attic at the bedroom end of the cabin. I walked the few 
paces to the ladder to ask her about supper.

Marti was still dressed in her shorts but there are reasons 
girls should wear panties when they wear skirts or baggy 
shorts. I looked up to speak to Marti and I stared right 
into her pantiless crotch. 

I quickly turned around and tried to discretely adjust my 
cock. I really needed to go out in the woods and jerk off. 
Maybe that would prevent me from getting an erection 
whenever I looked at my daughter. "You're turning into a 
real pervert," I chastised myself silently. I concentrated 
on pointlessly straightening piles of clothing that were 
already straight while my erection subsided.

"What would you like for supper, Marti?" I asked without 
turning around. I had to fight the urge to try to catch 
another glimpse of her smooth pouty cuntlips. "Don't think 
that way!" I yelled to myself in my mind.

"Just make some mac and cheese with some dogs," said Marti. 
"But help me get this box down first. It's kind of heavy."

"I think we should just leave Dave's stuff where it is," I 
said.

"O.K., Daddy," Marti said. "Catch this."

I looked up into her crotch again just in time to catch a 
small wooden box that Marti was dropping through the hole. 
The box was heavy. I set the dusty thing on the floor 
beside the ladder. The lid was held shut by a simple hasp 
with a piece of wood where one would usually find a 
padlock.

Marti kneeled down beside the box and removed the piece of 
wood. I was not even able to get out a word of protest 
before she had the lid open and was looking through the 
contents of the crate. The box was filled with magazines.

Marti opened the top magazine of the stack. I looked over 
her shoulder as she opened it to a random page in the 
middle. There were pictures of nude men and women walking 
on the beach. There were other pictures of nude people 
sitting beside a swimming pool. And still more pictures of 
nude adults and children participating in some kind of 
organized activity. The activity involved a nude heavyset 
man with a beard speaking to them while they held small 
paper circles with numbers. I assumed that the text of the 
article explained the activity but I was too engrossed with 
the pictures to give it much thought. I was getting horny 
just looking at the bare breasts of the women. I hadn't 
seen a naked woman since my wife had gotten sick. 

It finally sank in that my daughter was looking at pictures 
of naked people. "I don't think you should be looking at 
that," I said as I reached for the magazine. Marti twisted 
her body to put the magazine out of my reach.

"Why not, Daddy?" she asked. "I've seen women naked before. 
I've even seen naked men before. Pictures of naked people 
aren't worse are they?"

That shocked me. "Where have you seen naked men?" I asked 
sternly. I thought the worst of course. I imagined some 
pervert exposing himself to my daughter as she was walking 
home from school.

"I've seen you naked a few times," she said. "I've also 
seen a few of the guys from school when they went skinny 
dipping at Margie's birthday party last spring. Her folks 
came home just as they were jumping into the pool. Her 
mother was really mad but Margie showed her that the boys 
were not on her guest list. Margie's mom chased the boys 
out of the pool and then called the boys parents and told 
them what the boys had done."

Marti looked up at me. My erection was just inches from her 
face. I pathetically tried to shield Marti from the warping 
influence of my erection by placing my hands over the front 
of my jeans.

"Did you get an erection from looking at pictures of these 
naked people?" asked Marti.

"Yes," I answered honestly, "most men get erections when 
they see nude women or pictures of nude women. But, Marti, 
I really wish that you would put down that magazine. It is 
not appropriate material for your age."

"The men in these pictures are standing right next to those 
women and they don't have erections," she said with the air 
of someone with logic on her side.

"That's because they are accustomed to being around other 
people who are nude," I said getting a little exasperated."

"You mean," said Marti, "that if you were around nude 
people more then you wouldn't get an erection like you did 
earlier when you saw my pussy."

I blushed furiously at the vivid memory of Marti's hairless 
pussy peeking out of the leg hole of her bikini bottom.

"Well, probably," I said hesitatingly. "But you're getting 
old enough that I shouldn't see you naked at all. It just 
isn't proper."

Marti pointed to a picture of a nude man and woman sitting 
on a bench while their children set the dinner plates and 
food on a picnic table. One of the girls looked like she 
was a few years older than Marti. The girl's breasts were 
growing into pleasant looking mounds with just a hint of 
sag caused by the added weight. The girl also had a thin 
but dark patch of pubic hair on her pussy lips and pubic 
mound. 

"This is a family and they all seem comfortable being nude 
together," said Marti logically. "Maybe if I was nude 
around you more then you wouldn't get an erection when you 
see me or get close to me. I like giving you hugs, Daddy. 
But if you keep getting erections you will stop me from 
giving you hugs so that your erection won't make you 
uncomfortable."

Marti paused. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to her. I 
couldn't think of a way to tell her that I was getting 
sexual feelings for her that wouldn't make me sound like a 
dirty old man.

"You know there would be several other advantages to being 
naked up here," Marti continued. "I could get a tan all 
over. I'd love taking a shower after gym class and not 
having tan lines. Margie always brags that she never has 
tan lines because she sunbathes nude in her backyard with 
her mother."

My jaw moved up and down but no words came out. I felt like 
I was losing control.

Marti reached up to pat the bulge behind my zipper. My cock 
twitched at the touch of her hand.

"That's just what we should do, Daddy," Marti said. "We 
should both be naked while we're up here. Then you can stop 
pretending that you aren't sexually aroused by being near 
me and I can stop pretending that you don't have an 
erection."

Marti quickly stood up and removed her tee shirt and 
shorts. She stood before me nude and proud.

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Daddy?" asked 
Marti with a touch of disappointment in her voice.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Marti," I whispered 
hoarsely. "I haven't been around a nude woman since your 
mother got sick. I've been getting erections just catching 
glimpses of you. I don't know what I would do if I am 
around you day and night without clothing."

"Will you try to rape me, Daddy?" asked Marti gravely.

"No, dear," I said, "but I will probably have a constant 
erection and your mother's not here to uh. have intercourse 
with or to uh. help me."

I remembered the quiet Sunday mornings when June used to 
give me the most fantastic blowjobs. My balls ached at the 
remembrance.

"Well if it gets really bad, Daddy I can help," said Marti. 
"I've heard some of my girlfriends talk about giving their 
boyfriends blow jobs and hand jobs. I've never done that 
but I could learn. Or I suppose you could just do it 
yourself."

Marti paused again. "But I bet that in a day or so you 
won't get an erection by just looking at me."

The gambler and the pervert took over my mind at that 
point. I loved making bets.

"What are you willing to bet?" I asked sharply. My mind was 
no longer clouded by images of Marti's pert mounds of tit 
flesh and pussy lips.  There was a bet on the table.

Marti looked at me with a glint of amusement in her eye. We 
had often played this game. She would make some broad 
statement that began with the words 'I bet'. I would 
challenge her by asking 'How much?' or 'What are you 
willing to bet?' Then the bargaining would begin and the 
terms of the bet spelled out explicitly and written on a 
piece of paper that was then posted prominently in the 
kitchen. When the bet was won the loser had to pay the 
winner in front of witnesses.

"I'll bet my allowance for a whole year," said Marti 
firmly. "If you win, you won't have to pay me any allowance 
for fifty-two weeks. If I win you will have to double my 
allowance for fifty-two weeks."

"And what is the bet exactly?" I asked. "How will we know 
when the bet is won or lost?"

"Your cock has to remain un-erect for twenty-four hours in 
a row while we are both naked."

"That's a sucker bet," I said. "Most men, including me get 
erections while we dream. I'll lose the bet no matter what 
the timeframe."

"O.K.," said Marti. She started pacing the floor as she 
thought. She stopped and looked at me.

"How about this?" she asked. "We both have to remain naked 
for the next seven days. If you can be with me for all of 
one day while we are awake without getting an erection then 
I win the bet. If you get only one erection in each of 
those days then you win the bet. In order to ensure 
fairness we must spend all day of every day together."

"Done," I said promptly. I spit in my hand and held it out 
to Marti.

Marti grinned wickedly. She spit in her hand and we shook. 
Bets were sacred. Nobody welched on a bet. And all parties 
had to do their best to try to win the bet.

"You'd better get undressed," said Marti.

Rationality returned to my brain. "This uh. wasn't such a 
good uh. Maybe we uh. can call it uh. I can just pay you 
uh."

"We made a bet, Daddy," said Marti firmly. "You have to try 
to win. You can't quit. I've never seen you cheat to win 
and I've never seen you throw in the towel on a bet. Don't 
do it now, Daddy."

I looked into her eyes. She was dead serious about this. In 
all of our bets I had never cheated to win. I had never let 
her win. The few bets she had won, she had won fair and 
square.

I took off my shirt and draped it on the chair. I unbuckled 
my belt and unzipped my pants. Marti was standing only a 
few feet from me. She wasn't even turning her back to me. I 
was getting a little peeved. I dropped my pants to my 
ankles and sat on the bed to remove my shoes. Marti still 
kept her eyes glued to my crotch. The little pervert wanted 
to see an erect cock.

I stood up and removed my under shorts. My cock bobbed up 
and down with my pulse as it stuck stiffly out from my 
body.

"I never thought it was that big," said Marti softly. She 
reached out to touch it. I grabbed her wrist before she 
could touch my cock.

"One stipulation on that bet," I said. "You can't 
physically touch me with the intention of deliberately 
arousing me."

"Agreed," said Marti. "And you can't touch yourself to get 
erect either. But you're already aroused, right now. I've 
never touched a guy's cock before. Not even a soft one. Can 
I see what it feels like?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to encourage this but I really 
wanted to feel her hand on my cock. I had to be careful not 
to squirt cum all over her though and right now I was 
aroused enough to cum with only a couple of strokes.

"O.K., Marti," I said. "But don't move you hand or squeeze 
more than once. I am very aroused right now and I could cum 
very quickly."

"I'll be careful," said Marti. 

I stood with my hands at my sides as Marti moved in front 
of me to grasp my penis in her hands. She squeezed my erect 
shaft twice to test its hardness. Then she did just what I 
was afraid she would do. She moved her hand up and down my 
shaft a half dozen times. I made no move to stop her. If 
she had tried to stop, I'm not sure I would have let her.

"I'm going to cum, Marti," I hissed between clenched teeth.

Marti kept pumping my cock until I jerked spasmodically. I 
shot cum all over her belly and breasts. She seemed 
surprised at the amount of stuff drooling down her belly. 
She dipped a finger into one glob of cum before putting the 
finger to her tongue. It didn't seem too bad so she tried 
to scoop up another glob with her fingers to get a better 
taste. I saw that some of the globs were soon going to be 
drooling between her pussy lips. I grabbed my shorts off 
the bed and wiped my cum from her belly.

"Wash that cum off your body while I get supper," I said. 
"I don't want you getting pregnant because my semen dripped 
into your pussy."

Marti smiled at me and scooped another glob of semen from 
her breast. The nipple hardened immediately as she sucked 
my cum from her fingers. She exaggerated the sway of her 
hips as she walked to the kitchen to get a washcloth. I 
thought to myself, "So that's how you want to play this 
game. Two can play it that way. If you want to make me 
horny, I could spend my time making you twice as horny."

Marti was careful to keep the cum away from her pussy as 
she cleaned herself off. She kept her eyes on my cock as 
she wiped her belly and breasts. When she was done she 
dipped the washcloth into the bucket and wiped the cold 
cloth across her breasts. Her nipples instantly turned into 
pebbles. My cock started to get hard again. She smiled at 
me so sweetly. Marti does have a devilish streak in her.

I smiled right back at her. "Please set the table, Marti," 
I said just as sweetly. "I'll have supper ready in about 
twenty minutes."

Marti kept up the show while I cooked. She would drop 
something on the floor and deliberately turn her back and 
spread her legs as she bent over to pick it up. My eyes 
could not help but be drawn to her beautiful pussy lips 
that peeked out from between her legs. 

When she finished teasing me with her pussy she sat down at 
the table to write out the terms of our bet. I had to 
correct a couple small items and some of the wording but 
she finished it in longhand and then rewrote it with all of 
the corrections incorporated. She then nailed it to the 
wall by the stove. A bet is a serious thing in our house 
but once a bet is posted it takes on an air of religious 
law.

At last supper was ready. I set the pan of mac and cheese 
on the table along with a plate of hot dogs. My cock was 
already at full attention as I dished up a plateful of 
macaroni for each of us. I sat down on one of the hard 
wooden chairs at the table. Wooden chairs are really hard 
on bare butts. I made a mental note to look for cushions.

Marti sat down across from me. She was still smiling that 
wicked smile of hers. She took on of the hot dogs from the 
plate and blew on it to cool it off. "I just love hot 
dogs," she said. She didn't bother to put the hot dog in a 
bun but instead held it delicately between her fingers and 
sucked on it as she moved the wiener in and out of her 
mouth in a blatant attempt to simulate a blowjob. My nuts 
were ready to explode. I finally snapped.

I stood up and walked over to Marti. Her smile was replaced 
by a look of concern. I stood with my cock only inches from 
her mouth. I grabbed my cock with one hand and jerked 
myself off furiously. I tried to aim for her plate of 
macaroni but still managed to get some on her bare breasts. 
I milked the last few drops of cum onto her plate.

I sat down and resumed eating.

Marti was speechless for a few seconds. That is not a state 
to which she is accustomed. Eventually she recovered, 
though. She took a large forkful of macaroni and cheese and 
chewed it with a smile on her face. After she swallowed it 
she said, "That's pretty good mac and cheese, Daddy. What's 
the secret of your sauce?"

I ignored the question and continued eating.

Marti wiped some of the cum off her breasts with the hot 
dog. She examined it critically for a few seconds before 
sucking the cum off with a muffled "Yummy."

This was going to be a long week.

Marti ate all of her mac and cheese with cum sauce. She 
also scraped most of the cum off her breasts and plate with 
a hot dog and ate that. She was back to smiling in triumph 
by the end of the meal. 

I was horny again. I hadn't cum twice in one day for at 
least five years and here I was ready for a third orgasm.

"I cooked," I said to Marti, "so you can do the dishes."

"O.K., Daddy" she said as she started clearing the table.

I got our blankets and sheets out of the cardboard box we 
had packed them in and started to make up the single bed. 
It was a double bed set against the wall farthest from the 
kitchen. There was also a couch in front of a fireplace 
that could be used as a second bed. At least I thought so 
until I laid down on it. It was lumpy and hard. Springs 
poked into my back at several places. Marti would have to 
sleep on the couch. I left the sheets and blankets piled on 
one end of the couch for her.

It was getting dark and cold by the time Marti finished the 
dishes so I built a fire in the fireplace to try to warm up 
the cabin. I sat down on the couch to read until bedtime. I 
still had an erection.

Marti sat down next to me to read more of the nudist 
magazines she had found in the attic. I did my best to 
ignore her nudity and proximity.

We had both been reading quietly on the couch when Marti 
lay down on the couch with her head resting on my bare 
thigh. Her long blonde hair draped itself over my erect 
cock.

"You're not supposed to try to touch me to get me aroused," 
I said peevishly.

"Jeez, Daddy," You've been aroused since supper. If you 
keep this up, I won't be able to touch you at all for a 
week. Do you think this woman has pretty breasts?"

Whenever Marti was losing an argument she always tried to 
change the subject. I sighed deeply. She did have a point 
though. My erection hadn't gone down all evening.

I looked at the picture in question. It showed a tanned 
young nude woman standing on a beach talking to an equally 
tanned and nude young man. They were both in their late 
teens and neither had a hint of excess fat or tan lines. I 
looked at the breasts of he young woman. They were 
beautifully shaped with no hint of sag yet. The aureoles 
were large dark brown circles each with a darker brown 
nipple at the center. The girl was probably a 34C.

"Yes," I said, "she does have pretty breasts. It's been my 
experience that most girls and women also have pretty 
breasts. Why do you ask?"

Mart put down the magazine and cupped her own breasts with 
her hands. "I wish my breasts would start growing. I think 
I have the smallest breasts of all the girls in my class."

"Your breasts are just as pretty as that girls breasts 
are," I replied. "Your breasts will grow when your body 
tells them to grow. Worrying about it won't make them grow 
any faster."

"My friend Sally said that sleeping with a boy and letting 
him suck your breasts will cause them to grow faster," said 
Marti.

"If your friend Sally does that," I said, "her breasts will 
grow. They will also grow if she doesn't do that. If she 
sleeps with a boy and lets him suck her breasts they will 
probably grow much sooner because she becomes pregnant.  
Wanting bigger breasts is not a reason to get pregnant."

It was Marti's turn to sigh. "Yeah," she said, "I know 
you're right. But I still want bigger boobs. The boys only 
look at girls who have big boobs. Were Mom's boobs this big 
when she was my age?"

"I've only seen pictures of your mother with her clothes on 
when she was your age," I replied. "I suppose her breasts 
were about you size."

Marti flipped through another half dozen pages. She stopped 
at two pictures of a slim twenty-something woman with 
enormous breasts. In the first picture the woman was 
standing on the beach looking out to sea. Her breasts 
showed almost no sag. In the second picture the woman was 
lying on her back on a beach towel. Her breasts looked like 
twin miniature volcanoes projecting from her chest. The way 
they stood up instead of slouching down showed that they 
were manmade not natural.

"I want breasts like that," said Marti enviously.

"You know that those are implants, don't you?" I asked. 
"Real breasts don't stand up like that when a woman is 
lying down. Breast implants do stand up."

Marti turned her head in my lap to look up at me. The shaft 
of my cock brushed against her cheek. I almost ejaculated 
again.

"Can I get a boob job?" asked Marti.

"You're much too young to even consider such a thing," I 
protested. "Even when you're older, I would argue against 
such an operation."

I patted Marti on the shoulder and said, "It's time for bed 
now, dear. There are sheets and blankets for you to make up 
your bed"

I got up to go to the outhouse to relieve myself and to 
piss. Marti followed me out the door. Every mosquito in the 
state smelled fresh blood. We were both swatting madly only 
two steps from the door. We retreated in the face of the 
onslaught. 

I slammed the door behind us. "Maybe I'll just use the 
chamber pot," I said. At least my erection had gone down in 
the face of the hordes of blood-sucking mosquitoes.

I picked up the chamber pot and held it under my cock. 
Marti came over to watch me as soon as she heard the sound 
of my piss striking the side of the pot. "Do you mind?" I 
said sarcastically. "I usually work solo when I do this."

"But I've never watched a guy pee before," protested Marti. 
"And according to the rules of our bet we have to be in 
each others company at all times. So I will have to watch 
you tomorrow anyway. You'll have to watch me, too. Or at 
least you will have to be where I can see you when I pee."

"You'll be one of the great barracks lawyers someday, 
Marti," I sighed. "God help your teachers in a few years."

I shook the last drops of piss from my cock. I handed the 
bowl to Marti. "Your turn," I said. I expected Marti to 
blush and go behind the couch to pee. Once again she 
surprised me. 

Marti placed the pot on the floor and spread her legs as 
she squatted over it. I watched the stream of piss flow 
from her spread cunt lips to splash in the piss already in 
the pot. My finally deflated cock responded to the sight of 
Marti's wide-open cunt.

"Could you hand me some toilet paper Daddy?" asked Marti. I 
retrieved a roll from under the bed and watched Marti wipe 
her self off. My erection grew even harder.

"Marti," I groaned, "there is no way I will win this bet if 
I have to watch you spread your legs like that."

"Sure you can win, Daddy," said Marti seriously. "You just 
have to get used to seeing me as just another naked person. 
All of those men in the nudist magazines don't get hard 
watching their daughters or any other naked woman."

Marti took my hand. "Come with me, Daddy," she said as she 
led me to the bed. 

I followed reluctantly.

Marti sat down on the edge of the bed right in front of me. 
"Stay there," she said. She then lay on her back and raised 
legs so that she could grasp each leg behind a knee. Her 
pussy was now wide open for my inspection. I tried to turn 
away but my feet would not move.

"Go ahead and look all you want, Daddy," said Marti. "The 
more you look now the easier it will be to stop seeing me 
as a sex object. That's the only reason you get an erection 
you know. You think you can have sex with me so you penis 
gets hard. Touch me if you want. I touched your cock 
already so you should be able to touch my pussy."

I sank to my knees as my mind screamed at me to turn away. 
I traced the slit between her lips with my finger. It felt 
heavenly. I retraced the slit several times until my finger 
finally parted the lips enough to feel the much softer 
flesh of her inner lips. I knew I should stop but my need 
to touch a woman was driving me now. My reasoning was 
subservient to my libido.

I penetrated her inner lips to the even softer and more 
sensitive skin that led to her cunt hole. Marti was 
breathing heavily now. She was getting as much pleasure out 
of this as I was. My probing finger found her clitoris. 
"Ohhh, godddd," moaned Marti.

I stimulated her clit with my thumb as my fingers worked 
their way into Marti's very wet cunt. Her hymen stopped my 
invading fingers. The invading digits withdrew to my mouth. 
Marti's pussy juice tasted wonderful. I needed more pussy 
juice. I pressed my mouth against her cunt. My tongue took 
up the assault on my daughter's cunt. Her pussy juices 
flooded into my ravenous mouth. My tongue probed the depths 
of her cunt and teased her clit mercilessly. "Uhhhhnnnn, 
Daddy," groaned Marti, as she dropped her knees and pushed 
my head against her crotch.

Mari's hips bucked against my insistent mouth. My tongue 
fought back. I sucked her clit and pussy lips into my mouth 
and tortured her clit into submission with the tip of my 
tongue. It was too much for Marti. She succumbed to her 
orgasm. She thrashed wildly. My tongue would not stop 
lashing her clit and lips. Her orgasm finally died when she 
was too exhausted to continue. "Don't stop, Daddy," she 
whimpered.

I stopped. It was my turn for an orgasm. I need to have my 
cock inside a female right now. I looked at Marti's wide-
open cunt. I fought the urge to rape my own daughter. 
Reason finally won a small victory. I climbed onto the bed 
and pulled Marti's head to my crotch. "Suck my cock, 
Marti," I commanded gruffly.

Marti looked at me with some fear in her eyes. I pushed my 
cock against her lips. "You suck my cock right now, Marti, 
or I will find some place else to stick my cock."

Marti opened her mouth to admit my cock. She sucked 
clumsily at first. "Don't scrape your teeth against my 
cock. That's better. Use your tongue to lick the head. 
Oohh, that feels good. Suck in your cheeks so that your 
mouth feels more like a pussy. Yes, baby, just like that. 
Press your lips hard against the shaft so that it provides 
more stimulation. Oh god that feels good. Jack me off with 
your hand, too." 

I kept up a steady stream of comments on her blowjob as my 
climax approached. I let it build up until I was ready to 
explode. I held Marti's head still as I fucked my cock in 
and out of her mouth. Marti choked as the first stream of 
cum hit the back of her throat. I shot stream after stream 
of cum into my daughter's choking mouth. Even after two 
orgasms in one evening I was able to come like a goat. The 
orgasm seemed to go on forever. 

I let her head go when I was spent. I lay on the bed 
exhausted but finally satiated.

The realization of what I had just done broke free in the 
wake of my orgasm. "You just raped your own daughter, you 
pervert," my mind told me. "You brought your kid up here so 
that you could rape her without any witnesses. You've 
ruined her life. You'll go to prison. You say you love your 
daughter more than anything else in the world and you just 
fixed it so that she will never speak to you again." 

I started crying softly into my pillow. I could never make 
this up to Marti.

I felt a kiss on my cheek. "What's the matter, Daddy?" 
asked Marti.

"I'm sorry, honey," I sobbed. "I don't know why I did those 
horrible things to you. I promise I won't do them again. 
Please don't hate me, Marti."

Marti held my head between her hands and turned my head to 
look straight up into her eyes. She had a determined look 
on her face. I readied my self for a tirade of words 
denouncing my betrayal of her trust in me. 

"You didn't do anything horrible to me, Daddy," said Marti 
softly. "I was a little startled that you ordered me to 
give you a blow job, that's all. If I didn't want to do it, 
I wouldn't have done it. I was curious to find out how to 
give one anyway. Some of the girls at school said that they 
have done it to their boyfriends and I wanted to know what 
it was like. I didn't like choking on your cum though. Next 
time warn me so that I can be ready for it."

"Next time!" I yelped. "I can tell you right now that there 
will be no next time, young lady. Our relationship has gone 
way beyond the limits of a normal father-daughter 
relationship. I think we need to put our clothing back on 
and call off this silly bet that led to all of this. I 
should not be giving you oral sex and you should not be 
doing it to me either. I could go to jail for what I just 
did to you and for what I forced you to do to me."

"Daddy," said Marti, "you didn't force me to do anything. 
You haven't raped me or sexually molested me. I wasn't sure 
you would touch my pussy when I spread my legs for you, but 
I sure am glad that you did. I've never had such a powerful 
orgasm."

"I tried to mentally readjust my world view to the things 
Marti was telling me. All those stories on the news about 
fathers molesting their daughters never stated that the 
contact might be voluntary on the girl's part. But then, if 
the contact was voluntary, it wouldn't result in 
accusations by the daughter.

"You haven't had sex in almost two years, Daddy," continued 
Marti. "I thought there was a chance something like this 
might happen up here. I saw Uncle Dave's nudist magazines 
when Mom and I came up here four years ago. I thought if I 
dragged them out and showed them to you that you might get 
aroused enough to jerk off and at least relieve some of 
your sexual tension. I sort of expected you to do it your 
self, but if you wanted me to participate, I was willing to 
help you. Mom told me to take care of you and I figured 
that this was as good a way as any to help you get your 
rocks off."

"But, honey," I protested, "Little girls are not supposed 
to plot the seduction of their fathers. It's wrong. It's 
incest. We shouldn't be doing these things."

Marti laid her head on my chest and hugged me. "Well," she 
said, "I've never had an orgasm that strong in my life. You 
have got magic fingers and a magic tongue, Daddy. Now I 
know why Momma would always have that smile on her face 
after you fucked her."

"But this behavior just isn't normal," I protested feebly.  
"And don't use that language when you speak about your 
mother." 

"Daddy, do you think the Hemmings are a normal family?" 
Marti asked me.

"Yes," I said sensing a trap even as the word left my 
mouth.

"When Sandy Hemmings spent the night at our house a month 
ago she showed me some pictures of her dad, her mother, and 
her brother having sex with her."

I was stunned. Bill Hemmings and I were on several civic 
committees together.  He was active on at least another 
half-dozen church and social committees.  He couldn't be 
fucking his own daughter.  His wife Mary was a Doctor and 
chaired the PTA at Marti's school.  She couldn't possibly 
be letting her husband molest her daughter.

Marti crawled over me to get out of bed.  She got her 
backpack off the floor and started rummaging through it as 
she walked back to the bed.  She crawled over me again 
before sitting down to continue looking for something.

"Here they are," she cried triumphantly as she waved a 
handful of paper in her hand.  She handed them to me.

The first piece of paper was a printout of a photograph 
showing Bill Hemmings getting a blowjob from his daughter 
Sandy.  It was printed on a regular sheet of typing paper.  
I was stunned.

"Sandy's brother took most of the pictures," said Marti.  
"He has a digital camera so he can keep just the pictures 
that he likes.  He prints out some pictures for his Mom and 
Dad.  Sandy's dad really liked this picture because Sandy 
learned to give her dad deep throat for the first time and 
he was cumming right into her throat when this was taken."

The other pieces of paper had three or four pictures each.  
The pictures were smaller but there was no loss of detail.  
The pictures included all the members of the Hemmings 
family having sex with one or more other members of the 
family.  There was even one of Bill fucking his wife.  That 
must have been included for variety.  There was one picture 
that showed the whole family sitting on the king size bed 
in Bill and Mary's bedroom.  Every one was sitting against 
the headboard naked.  Bill and Jerry were jacking off while 
Mary and Sandy fingerfucked themselves.  I looked at 
Sandy's breasts and Mary's breasts.  They both had great 
looking tits.  I looked at Mary's crotch.  I was surprised 
to see that she shaved her pussy.

"I like that picture, too," said Marti.  "I just love Mrs. 
Hemmings boobs.  I hope mine look like that when I get 
older.  Did Mommy shave her pussy like Mrs. Hemmings?"

Marti's questions did have a way of bringing me up short at 
times.

"No, Marti," I said. "She didn't shave her pubic hair like 
Mrs. Hemmings does.  She did shave her pubes for shape and 
trimmed them with scissors so that she could wear a 
bikini."

A darker thought worked its way to the surface of my 
consciousness.  "Why did Sandy give you these pictures?  
Was she trying to get you to participate in their 
activities?"

"Oh no, Daddy," Marti said.  "She was bragging to me at 
school that she knew how to give blow jobs and that she 
knew more about sex than I did.  I called her a liar so 
when she came to spend the night she showed me these 
pictures.  I asked if I could borrow them for a few days so 
that I could look at Jerry's cock and Mr. Hemmings cock.  
She made me swear not to show them to anyone because she 
didn't want to get her parents in trouble."

"Well," I said, "if these pictures do get out Mr. And Mrs. 
Hemmings will be in a great deal of trouble.  I suggest 
that you hide them until you give them back to Sandy.  And 
for heaven's sake don't show them to any one else.  You 
shouldn't even have shown them to me."

I looked through all the pictures again.  Paying special 
attention to Sandy.  She did have cute tits and a beautiful 
pussy even when it was stuffed with a cock.

"Put these pictures away someplace and don't take them out 
again until you are ready to give them back to Sandy," I 
said.  "It's time for bed now dear.  Make up your bed on 
the couch and turn out the light."

Marti pouted.  "I want to sleep with you, Daddy," she said.  
"The couch is lumpy and the room is cold.  It's a lot more 
comfortable here next to you.  You've already eaten my 
pussy and fucked my mouth.  I think we can sleep together."

I was too tired to fight.  Even if I won, Marti would be in 
my bed as soon as she heard me snore.  After cumming three 
times in one evening I wasn't going to be in shape to take 
the next step and actually fuck Marti.  "All right Marti," 
I sighed.  Just behave yourself.  I don't want you trying 
to start having sex with me again tonight."

Marti kissed me on the cheek.  "Goodnight, Daddy," she 
said.  She immediately turned her back to me and lay down.  

I got up to blow out the lamp.  When I got back into bed 
Marti was curled up on her right side in the middle of the 
bed.  I spooned her with my body.  My cock was nestled 
against her ass.  I fell asleep dreaming about fucking my 
June.  But her face and body kept turning into Marti's.

Continued in Cabin part 2b





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