The Cabin Ch. 06
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The next morning I wake up alone in Mom and Dad’s bed but the smell of bacon lures me out to the kitchen where I find both girls cooking breakfast in nothing but cooking aprons. They’re taking the no-clothing rule seriously. I look down at my flaccid cock and realize that I’m taking it just as seriously as they are. I also am aware of the fact that this is one of the first mornings in years I’ve woken up lacking morning wood. I think after the multiple fuck sessions he’s a little spent; I’m definitely feeling a little sore in that region.
“Good morning, Stud,” Chelsea says as she turns away from the stove to drop a few slices of bacon onto a large plate to her right.
“Mornin’,” I say groggily. “Has anyone heard from Mom and Dad?” I ask.
“Nope!” Angel replies brightly before opening the fridge to take out a jug of orange juice.
This makes me a little concerned so I retreat back to their room to find my phone and check it for messages. There are three from Mom checking in with us and one from Dad saying the storm let up and the plows made it through early this morning so they’ll be on their way in an hour; this was forty-five minutes ago.
“Fuck!” I gasp and then quickly retreat to the kitchen. “They’ll be here soon!” I announce holding my phone up.
“What?!” they both shriek with wide eyes.
“I’m going to strip their bed and change the sheets,” I tell them and Angel shakes her head.
“No, we’ll do that, you clean up the living room and we’ll put their bedding into the wash and put fresh ones on,” Angel instructs.
We quickly set to our tasks and then take turns showering away the stench of sex from our bodies and dressing appropriately for winter. Then I turn the heater down before Dad flips out for having it so warm in here. I manage to get the wood stove in the living room going to make it seem as if that’s what kept it so warm in the living room while the rest of the house cools down. Thankfully the broken window in Angel’s room helps cool the house quicker.
Just as we sit down to eat our breakfast Mom and Dad enter through the back door. Dad greets us with a grunt and retreats to his room without a word. Mom takes a seat at the table next to Chelsea looking like she could burst into tears at any moment but is doing her best to hold it together in front of us. Angel quickly gets up and fixes Mom a cup of coffee the way she likes it and sets it down in front of her before hugging her from behind. Mom pats Angel’s arms gently, whispering a thank you to her before Angel returns to her seat across from Chelsea.
“Is everything okay, Mom?” I ask.
She looks at me with red eyes and smiles at me with a nod. “I’m fine,” she lies.
None of us press the matter and return to our breakfast as best as we can.
“Are you hungry?” Chelsea asks a minute later.
“No, sweetheart, we ate in town, but thank you,” she says and then stands up. “I’ll be in the living room. You three enjoy your breakfast, okay? We may be heading home early,” she says.
We exchange confused looks with each other before my stomach drops; they’re getting a divorce and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. Angel gives me a meaningful look and I start to shake my head but she then pleads with me with her eyes, tears beginning to well up. Chelsea grabs my arm to get my attention and soundlessly asks me what’s going on.
“She thinks she can help Dad,” I whisper with almost no sound.
Chelsea looks at Angel with wide eyes and the two girls stare at each other for a minute almost as if exchanging words telepathically. All I can see, though, is the change of their facial expressions as they do their best to communicate wordlessly. Then I see a change in Chelsea as she begins to understand what Angel is thinking and then she looks at me as if to try and convince me that Angel might be right.
I close my eyes and let my chin fall against my chest in defeat. Then I look up with a sigh and shake my head. I get up and take my plate to the sink, taking my last piece of bacon with me before I retreat to my room alone. If Angel is going to go through with it, I don’t want to be around when it happens. Maybe I should pack my shit and convince Chelsea that we should leave, just the two of us, and get away from my crumbling family.
Before I can grab my bag and begin to pack up again, Chelsea appears in my doorway, knocking softly on the frame to get my attention. I hear muffled, angry voices and then a door slam on the other side of the house.
“I’ll talk to him,” I hear Angel say to our mother and then the door opens and shuts again.
“She’s going through with it, isn’t she?” I ask Chelsea and she shrugs.
“It sounds like it,” she replies sadly, her arms crossed in front of her as she leans against the door frame; she looks so cute even as sad as she is. Her form-fitting jeans and soft, light-purple turtleneck make her seem extra cuddly as well; why am I thinking of her like this when my family is literally falling apart?
“Are you okay?” I ask her, ignoring my keçiören escort duffle bag in the closet and crossing the room to take her hands and lead her to the double sized bed.
She shrugs again as we sit on the edge, facing each other as we talk. “I feel like I’m just bad luck for anyone in my life right now,” she says.
“What are you talking about?” I ask still holding her hand, which she holds against her leg bent in front of her on the bed.
“Well, first my husband cheats on me and destroys our marriage and then I come here and your parents’ marriage falls apart,” she says.
“Stop,” I say softly, reaching up and pushing back a strand of her raven hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “You didn’t cause this,” I tell her and finally those beautiful, amber eyes look into mine again. “Remember what Angel said, they’ve been having problems for a couple years at least. Luck has nothing to do with it,” I tell her.
She sighs and I can tell she’s holding back tears. “I know that, but even you and Angel had a small fight,” she says.
“About Mom and Dad,” I tell her. “She’s been planning this behind my back for a long time, I think,” I add.
“Do you really think she’s going to try something?” Chelsea asks.
I shrug. “Who knows? If you haven’t noticed, Angel’s a bit crazy,” I say and she laughs, which makes me smile.
“She’s crazy enough to do it, though, isn’t she?”
I nod. “Probably,” I say. “I guess we’ll see how it goes.”
“Yeah,” she agrees sadly.
I watch my cousin as she looks down in her lap, drawing circles on the back of my hand with a single fingernail.
“If I get into Fort Collins, will you come with me?” I ask her.
She looks up at me with her big eyes and nods. “Of course! I thought that was settled last night,” she almost giggles.
I shrug. “Yeah, well, I wanted to put a happier thought in your head; I guess I wanted to do the same for my own mind,” I tell her. “What if Angel decides to stay with Mom and Dad?”
“Well, it looks like they might be splitting up, so…” she trails off.
I shake my head. “No, her plan is to figure out something to save their marriage. I think she believes she can fix something no medication can,” I explain.
I raise my eyebrows. “She’s a hot twenty-one-year old; if she can’t get a man in his fifties excited, he can’t be fixed,” I say and we laugh.
“Fair enough,” she says.
“Hey, you two,” Mom says heading down the short hallway; was she listening to our conversation, I wonder.
“Hey Mom, are you okay?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, but I wanted to ask you something,” she says.
I look at her curiously.
“I was going to cut some more firewood, but your father’s axe is missing, do you know where it is?” she asks.
I chortle. “That’s a funny story, actually,” I say and then tell her about how I knocked myself out cutting firewood and almost caught hypothermia.
“I thought I noticed a knot on your head,” she says. “Wait, almost caught hypothermia?”
I nod. “Chelsea and Angel found me and dragged me inside and got me warmed up before anything serious happened,” I tell her.
“That was quick thinking,” she says looking to Chelsea with a strange expression which makes my cousin blush. “Well,” she continues, “I’m popping some popcorn and was going to turn on a movie if you two would like to join me,” she offers and we both nod.
“We’ll be right there, Mom. I’ll go dig Dad’s axe out of the snow later,” I promise her.
She smiles and then walks back down the short hallway, her tall but curvy figure on display in black jeans and tight, blue sweater. After fucking my sister and cousin the past day and a half, it’s hard not to notice how attractive my mother really is. I shake the thought away and return my attention to my cousin who has a difficult expression to read; it’s somewhere between amusement and jealousy.
“What?” I ask awkwardly.
“You were checking out your mother!” she nearly shrieks, restraining her volume.
I shrug. “Maybe I was, but it’s your fault,” I tell her.
She gasps and slaps my arm before laughing incredulously. “How is it my fault?”
“Well, yours and Angel’s,” I clarify. “You know what? I think if any of us could save Mom and Dad’s marriage using their sexuality, it’s my sister,” I muse out loud.
Chelsea pauses in thought and then nods. “I think you’re right,” she says and then stands up, reaching her hands out for me. “Come on, before your mom thinks we’re up to something,” she says.
“But we are,” I say and then wink at her as I accept her hands.
She tries to pull me up, but I pull her into me instead. She places one knee on the bed to stop herself from falling but she can’t help pressing her body against mine. My face just happens to be in the perfect place between her marvelous tits. I turn my face to plant it directly between them both, grab behind her other knee and then pull her onto my lap. She settles keçiören escort bayan down on my knees, her legs wrapped around my waist while I grab onto her tight ass through her jeans and pull her into my hardening cock.
“David,” she whispers, looking down at me as I look up at her.
“Shh,” I say and then press my lips against hers.
We share a deep, sensuous kiss for a short minute before she pulls away and stands up, taking my hands once again and pulling me up to my feet. She looks down and grabs hold of my stiff pole through my jeans and gives him a good squeeze before heading down the hall. I take a deep breath, adjust myself so I don’t have an obvious, pitched tent in my pants and then follow her out to the living room where Mom already has one of her sad romance movies playing.
Fresh blankets from the hall closet are spread out for us to all snuggle up under and two large bowls of popcorn are waiting for us while Mom is in the kitchen. Chelsea and I snuggle up under one of the blankets in the corner of the sectional couch and start snacking out of the same large bowl of popcorn. Mom returns with a tray holding three drinks. She places the drink tray on the ottoman in front of us and then hands us each a tall glass.
I take a sip and realize she’s made us each a Long Island Iced Tea.
“Long Islands?” I ask.
“You don’t want to do any day drinking?” she asks.
“I didn’t say that,” I laugh and take another sip of the strong drink. She didn’t hold back on the liquor at all.
“I didn’t think so,” she says and then takes her own drink before setting it back on the tray and taking up her own bowl of popcorn just slightly smaller than our shared bowl. “I think it’s cute you two still cuddle up like that,” she says. “It gives me hope for the world,” she says and we both blush, knowing the truth of what we’ve been up to the past twenty-four hours.
“You don’t think two adult cousins shouldn’t be this close?” I ask my mother.
She looks at me and then smiles warmly. “No, sweetheart; I think the world could use more love like what you two show each other. It’s almost not fair that you two are cousins; you’d be perfect together.”
Neither of us knows how to respond to that, but I look to my left and find Chelsea beaming at me; then she kisses me on the cheek. “Marry me, cousin,” she says with a wink and Mom starts laughing.
“Okay, that was either really sweet or I should be worried,” Mom says and then shakes her head as she returns her attention to the movie.
“Kiss me,” Chelsea mouths silently and I shake my head. Then she glares at me, taking her dominant role again and I feel a slight twinge of excitement and fear all at once before I quickly kiss her on the lips.
“Okay, that’s enough, you two; don’t make me sit between you,” Mom warns with another giggle; I think the alcohol is starting to get to her already; that or this isn’t her first drink.
“You have nothing to worry about, Aunt Cassie,” Chelsea tells her.
Mom rolls her eyes and focuses on the movie again.
“Again,” she whispers and I shake my head.
“Stop,” I mouth to her silently.
She shrugs and then extends her legs out on the couch, placing her head in my lap where she knows I’m already hard as a rock from her playfulness in front of my mother. Luckily my bottom half is covered by the thick blanket Mom had spread out for us, but this also allows Chelsea to slide her hand up my leg to my crotch. She slowly and softly massages my cock through my jeans; I desperately want to release it so she can do more, but I can’t do that in front of my mother. It’s bad enough that I’ve been fucking her and my sister since Mom and Dad left for supplies but to involve my mother somehow is too much.
“How did you guys get up the driveway?” I ask, causing Mom to look over and Chelsea to freeze what she’s doing, keeping my cock in a Kung Fu grip.
“The neighbor was plowing the entire drive down to the highway with his truck. His tow truck has a plow attachment,” she says drowsily.
“Are you okay?” I ask her and Mom nods before setting her drink down on the tray on the ottoman. She then lays her head down on the other side of my lap, less than twelve inches away.
“Aunt Cassie?” Chelsea says but Mom doesn’t respond. “Do you think she’s out?” she asks me.
“I don’t know,” I say skeptically. “I’ve never known her to pass out from alcohol; she can usually hold her drinks pretty well.”
“She’s also been pretty emotionally drained because of what she’s going through with your dad,” Chelsea says. “We can be quiet,” she adds in a whisper.
“What?” I ask whipping my head around to look down at her grinning up at me.
“I just want to suck on him,” she pleads with her eyes.
“My mom is only like ten inches away,” I whisper back frantically.
“She’s out cold,” Chelsea says a little too loudly and as if to confirm this, Mom releases a quick snort of a snore. “See? She doesn’t hear a thing,” Chelsea escort keçiören says as if this confirms things.
I stare at my sleeping mother and shake my head. “I don’t know,” I hesitate.
“Maybe this will help change your mind,” she says unfastening my belt.
Mom snores again, rolling towards us but never once opening her eyes.
“Aunt Cassie!” Chelsea suddenly shouts but Mom doesn’t so much as budge.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I scold her.
“Just for your cock,” she says now unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the zipper down.
“Chels,” I protest but she continues anyway, reaching down into my jeans and releasing my cock from its confines; thankfully I wore a looser pair of jeans or else this would be way more uncomfortable.
My cousin wraps her mouth around my cock once again, bobbing her head up and down in the expert way she does. I lose all control of thought and reason and allow myself to embrace the sensations she’s sending through my body. I can’t deny the fact that my mother less than a foot away, apparently asleep, adds to the excitement; until she stirs that is. Chelsea freezes with her mouth halfway down my shaft and we stare at my mother as her eyes begin to flutter open.
Immediately, Chelsea pulls off of my cock and sits up, leaning against me as I cover up with the blanket. Mom sits up slowly and looks around the room as if she doesn’t remember taking her spot on the couch.
“How long was I out?” she asks.
“Like a minute,” I chuckle. “You closed your eyes and like two minutes later you woke up again.”
“Weird,” she says. “I feel like I was out for hours. I had a weird dream…” she trails off and then looks at us suspiciously.
“What?” we ask together and Chelsea giggles.
Mom shakes her head and then gets up. “I’m going to get something caffeinated,” she says. “Do you want some coffee?” she asks.
“That sounds great!” Chelsea agrees.
Mom smiles and then looks to me for an answer so I nod; she leaves the room and as soon as we hear her opening up cabinets to find the coffee, Chelsea throws the blanket off of my lap and sinks down to the floor on her knees, tugging at my jeans. I try to fight her but the wrong head takes over as she lifts her thin turtleneck shirt up over her luscious tits. I lift my hips up and she helps me remove my pants and then attacks my cock like she’s been deprived of him for years.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she says before sucking air into her lungs as she takes me into her mouth again. I push her hair back out of her face so I can better see what she’s doing as she hungrily sucks me off.
“Cream?” Mom asks from the kitchen.
“Yes please!” I reply for us both; Chelsea smiles up at me and with my cock stuffed into her mouth it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You two okay?” she calls out again a minute later.
“Yeah, we’re great!” I reply and then pull Chelsea up off of my cock. “So good,” I say and then plant my mouth onto hers, kissing her deeply.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Quickly,” she pleads. “I’m so wet; I just need you inside me.”
I nod and then she lowers her tight jeans, turns around and then sinks down onto my rigid cock. As soon as she does, though, she gasps, grabs the blanket at our feet and then rolls to her right, forcing me to follow. We fall together onto the couch, my cock slipping out of her wet pussy, and then we spoon under the big blanket as Mom returns to the couch staring at her phone.
“Your father and sister will be back in the morning apparently,” she announces, dropping her phone on the cushioned ottoman. “Really, you guys? Cuddling is one thing, but isn’t this a bit much?” she asks.
“Mom,” I say pointedly and nod my head down at Chelsea who miraculously turns on the waterworks.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Cassie, I’ll just go,” she says dramatically.
“Go? What do you mean? You’re not going anywhere,” Mom protests.
“Mom, she was upset about her divorce,” I begin to play up. “So I told her to lay with me to try and cheer her up and remind her that she’s loved.”
The act works on Mom. She gives us a sad sort of smile and nods at us, reaching out with her hand, which Chelsea takes and grips tightly.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she says to my cousin. “I think it was just my dream playing tricks on my mind.”
“Were David and I doing something inappropriate in your dream?” Chelsea asks curiously.
Mom laughs nervously. “You could say that,” she says and then resolves herself to give a quick description. “You were, uh, you were sucking David’s…”
“Cock?” she asks.
“Chelsea!” she scolds and then laughs. “I guess if we’re getting crass…Yes, you were sucking his cock and then when I woke up you didn’t stop, you convinced me to join you and then you two…did stuff to me.”
We sit in silence for a moment, unsure of what is going to happen next. Then, as if she’s made up her mind, Mom turns away from us and stares at the television as the movie plays, but we can tell she’s not really paying attention. Chelsea and I pretend to watch the movie as well, but being under the blanket has some advantages to it. I slip my hand up Chelsea’s chest and find her tits and being to massage them, taking turns between the two while she slowly jerks my cock while pressing the head against her clit.
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