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Subject: Cabin Fever (M+/F, family, nc, v)
Date: 2 Jan 2005 00:29:37 GMT
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Cabin Fever (M+/F, family, nc, v)
By TIFFANY c 1997
***
My woman's intuition told me something bad would result from
this trip. Brent, my husband, suddenly developed this need to
commune with nature. Brenda didn't want to go. We had to
practically drag her to the station wagon. Phil and Carl, however,
my twin fourteen-year-old boys, were eager to get out into the
remote wilderness. Brent found the cabin and made the plans. I
went along like a good wife.
Once at the cabin, light years from anywhere, my anxiety grew.
No phone, no electricity, and having no toilet didn't help. We
weren't there thirty minutes when five armed men burst in on us.
They pushed Brent before them, bound and gagged. My heart sank. I
clutched my kids to me and we huddled in a corner. We watched
helplessly as they shoved Brent into a chair and bound him in
place.
After securing Brent, the leader approached us with a leering
grin. The others crowded around, snickering and laughing. The man
holding the pistol waved it casually while addressing me. He said,
"Lady, this ain't your day. You see, we are bad desperados, and it
looks like we'll be holed up here together for a few days."
I pleaded, "Please don't hurt anyone."
"We don't plan to, but then that all depends on you. We have to
lay low for a few
days. You see, we just robbed a bank. If everybody stays cool and
cooperates, nobody gets hurt. You guys can go about your little
vacation, and we'll move on. I'll just say this once, though. If
any of you tries anything, sneaks off, or pisses us off, your old
man gets a bullet right between the eyes, understand?"
I nodded. He shouted, "I'm talking to all of you." We all
nodded. "Now, you guys go sit on that couch and let us have a
little meeting. No talking."
We moved quickly and took seats. Brenda hugged me like a second
skin, trembling in fear. I tried to soothe her by placing my arm
around her and stroking her forehead. I worried about her as I
observed the men staring at her and laughing. My Brenda is an
absolute dream, a real beauty at sixteen. The lust in their eyes
was quite obvious.
As I studied the five men, something told me that they weren't
really dangerous. They acted the part, but it looked like an act.
I took some comfort in that; it's all I had to cling to.
After a brief discussion, the tall leader came over and said,
"You're going to have to entertain us while we're here. If we get
bored, we get dangerous. Why don't you start by unwrapping this
gorgeous doll for us.
My heart stopped. I pleaded, "Please, don't touch my kids, I
beg you.
Do what you want with me, but leave them alone."
"Get her up and strip the bitch, now!"
"Please, she's just a child."
He calmly walked over to Brent, put the gun to his head and
said, "You have five
seconds to do what I told you."
Brent squinted and cringed. I leapt to my feet and dragged
Brenda to her feet. He said, "Put her in the center of the room
where we can all get a good look."
I pulled Brenda into place. She cowered and cried. I cupped her
cheeks, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I said, "Look, we have
no choice. You father's life is at stake. You put aside your
modesty. This will get much worse before it's over, but it will
get over if we hold together, understand?"
Brenda nodded weakly as the big guy shouted, "Stop the gabbing
and start the stripping." Brenda stood shaking as I undid the
buttons of her blouse. It felt so odd to be undressing her. Unlike
her brothers who cavort half naked half the time, Brenda is very
shy about her body. None of us ever saw her not fully clothed. I
sometimes go about in bra and panties, but not Brenda.
I knew that Brent was taking this ordeal as a mixed blessing. I
knew he fantasized about Brenda. We both exchange fantasies during
lovemaking, and anything goes. We give each other free license to
fantasize. He hears me talk about men I'd like to fuck, dogs I
want to fuck, and women I want to go down on. I hear him talk
about Brenda, about me having sex with the boys, and Brenda and I
involved in an incestuous lesbian relationship. We both know we're
all talk. Neither of us has the guts to actually do anything.
As I removed Brenda's blouse and uncovered her silky smooth
skin and dainty bra, I knew Brent must be secretly enjoying
himself. Impulsively, I moved behind Brenda to unveil her breasts.
I wanted to give Brent a good view of the unveiling; but in doing
so, I gave everybody a good view. While standing behind her,
peering over her shoulder, I noticed the twins sitting forward,
eyes bugged out, as eager as the men to see her tits. My vagina
responded to this bizarre situation. Though my conscious mind
rebelled, my pussy loved what I was about to do.
I reached around her with both arms and found the center clasp.
I worked it free with dramatic, sensuous slowness, paused, then
peeled back the cups. The room erupted in applause and cheers.
Phil and Carl were smiling. Brent's eyes stared unabashedly. I
peered down on her two beauties while whispering in her ear, "Put
your hands down, sweetheart. Stick out your chest, be proud. Don't
be ashamed."
Brenda let her arms go limp at her side. She stood a little
straighter. I marveled at her perfectly formed breasts and her
dark brown, quarter-sixed nipples, quivering with her sobs. I
continued to say encouraging words in her ear as I stood close and
ran my hands down her front to the snap of her shorts. Her soft
skin and clean, fresh, youthful scent caused a tingling sensation
to course through me.
I loved the feel of her tawny skin and after unsnapping and
unzipping her shorts, I slipped my hands inside to work them down,
dropping to one knee as I went lower. I felt along the fronts of
both legs while staring at the rear of her tender inner thighs. I
took longer than necessary removing her shorts. I stayed to remove
her sandals, studying the creamy texture of her legs as I worked.
After freeing her of her sandals, I sat back on my heels to
take in the delicious sight of Brenda, standing in front of eight
males, wearing only panties, shivering like a trapped animal. I
cast my eyes around the room, wanting to sear the memory in my
mind -- fuel for future fantasy. Calls to show pussy rang out. I
reached up and hooked my fingers into her panty waistband. With
dramatic pause, I eased them down, following the progress by
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