The Cabin at the Lake

Diane Collier

Copyright 2012

Copyright © 2012 Diane Collier - All rights reserved.

This Kindle book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited.

Brett had gone to look for Roland, his longtime friend. Seeing a car parked outside, but getting no answer after knocking at the door, Brett walked around to the back of the small cabin. Roland’s family owned the enormous tract of land that the lake sat on, and the small house had been built initially as a fishing hut for his father. Over the years, as Roland and his sister Julia had become teenagers, they’d claimed it as a party spot. Their mother had tried, unsuccessfully, to make it into a civilized vacation home, but the kids wishes had prevailed.

Standing at the back of the rustic cabin, overlooking the lake, there was still no sign of Roland. Knowing he might be already swimming, considering the warmth of the day, Brett went back to his own truck and fetched his cooler bag. Cold beer, warm sun. A very good combination for this particular day. Roland would be leaving soon, starting a new job in a city a few hours away and it would be a while before they were all together again.

The narrow beach next to the lake was littered with pebbles and the occasional dried log. Brett shaded his eyes as he looked around and spotted part of a bright blanket or towel on the other side of an enormous tree stump that lay near the water’s edge. Walking nearer, he soon realized it was Julia that was stretched out in the sun. She was lying on her back, her arm thrown over her eyes to shade them.

As soon as he realized she was naked, the blood rushed to his face, making his skin prickle. He couldn’t help but look and the image of her naked body was soon etched into his brain.

“Hey! Sorry Jules. I thought it was Roland down here.” He made an effort to look directly at her face as he spoke.

She moved her arm, still keeping the sun out of her eyes, and squinted at him.

“Hey yourself, Brett. I must have dozed off. God, the sun feels so good today.” She stretched then, like a lazy cat, her arms reached high over her head and her back arched. She seemed oblivious to her lack of clothing.

Brett gestured at her, his hand moving back and forth. “Jules, you forgot your swimsuit.” He tried not to look at her.

He didn’t need to look again. The image of her soft tanned body was in his mind forever. She was a beautiful girl, a couple of years younger than him and Roland, with dark blonde hair and full lips that always seemed curved in a smile. The tiny triangle of dark pubic hair had drawn his attention to her mound, framed by her slender hips and thighs. He’d seen her in a bikini before, but this was beyond his imagination. Her breasts were perfectly round with small dark nipples that were now tightly puckered.

Her light green eyes were currently gazing at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Roland’s gone to town. We needed some stuff for tomorrow so I made him go do the shopping for a change.” Julia still hadn’t covered up. As she swung her arm to indicate the expanse of beach on either side of them, her breasts jiggled slightly. “Please feel free to pick a spot, any spot and join me.” Her grin was cheeky.

At the age of twenty two, Brett still thought of her as his friend’s kid sister. He’d feigned oblivion when she’d gone through puberty, but she’d secretly been the fuel for many of his fantasies. On her part, Julia had spent hours trying to provoke a response from him, trying to prove that he was attracted to her.

Julia’s naked serenity confused him. His immediate response to her was an embarrassing erection that he struggled to conceal. Not that he was a shy virgin. Far from it. He was liberated and experienced. This was different. It was a little like seeing a distant cousin naked. He knew it was wrong, but just couldn’t help enjoying seeing it anyway. The fact that they weren’t actually related was a big bonus for him, especially when it came to those late night fantasies.

“Can I share a corner of your blanket?” he asked her boldly. He knew that she’d tease him mercilessly if he sat anywhere else.

“Sure,” she smiled back at him.

“Would you mind covering up though? I hate to spoil your tan,” he smirked at her, “But I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on my book.”

Julia sniggered smugly. She’d gotten a response from him. Getting to her feet, she calmly wrapped a large sarong around her, taking her time, and tied it firmly above her breasts. The expression on her face implied that it was completely for Brett’s sake and not her own modesty.

Sitting down again, she leaned her back on the large sun-bleached log and patted the blanket beside her for him to get comfortable. She watched him remove his tee-shirt, folding it neatly and offered him a grin as he dropped down next to her wearing a pair of board shorts. Both were soon pretending to be immersed in their books, ignoring each other.

Brett had been looking forward to a day of relaxation. Instead he was sitting inches from a nearly naked Julia. His whole body felt tense and on edge and there was no possibility that he’d be able to concentrate on the book that lay open in his hands. Every now and again he turned a page, pretending to be absorbed, even as he knew he’d not yet read one complete sentence.

The tingling feeling in his gut doubled as he thought about her. Any conversation he thought of starting sounded lame in his head so he kept silent until finally, the aching in his groin demanded action. His legs felt weak as he stood, turning his back on her before she could notice his arousal.

“Leaving?” Julia sounded disappointed.

“Going for a swim,” he replied.

Without looking back at her, he splashed into the cool, shallow water of the small lake. Soon immersed up to his chest, he struck out for the middle, swimming hard in an effort to rid himself of the frustration and tension. Ten minutes later, he turned to face the shore, treading water and catching his breath. As he watched, he saw Julia in the distance standing and watching him with her arm up to shield her eyes from the sun.

Again he swam, this time towards her.

When he got closer to the shallow waters, he dived under and submerged himself for a brief moment. The water was shallow enough for him to stand, but he turned over and floated onto his back. He needed to be with her but it was agony for him. He should leave, but didn’t want to make things awkward between them. Brett was definitely feeling conflicted, floating there, lost in thought.

When something brushed past his leg he let out a small yelp of fright and went under. Coming up spluttering, he looked around anxiously. There’d always been stories amongst them of creatures living in the lake, but in the hundred years of Roland’s family owning it, they’d never found anything more exciting than fish. No monsters. No crocodiles. Only fish.

When Julia bobbed to the surface next to him, she was gasping for air, spluttering as she laughed. “I made you scream like a girl,” she managed to get out.

Momentarily embarrassed, Brett lifted a hand and splashed her and soon a water fight developed between them. When she turned her back for respite from the water in her face, he grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. Her body was cool and slick in the water. As she wriggled to get free, he suddenly realized she hadn’t bothered putting on her bikini and he felt her soft breasts pressed against his arm.

“Oh, shit! Sorry. Sorry Jules.” He released her and swam away.

“Sorry?” she turned to face him, serious now. “Sorry for what?” Her green eyes openly searched his face, seeking the truth from him.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I thought you had your costume on.” He wasn’t actually sorry that he’d got to hold her close and feel her breasts squished against his arm, but the way it had happened felt wrong, like he’d taken advantage of a situation.

Julia swam closer. “I’m not sorry, Brett.” Her legs were brushing against his and his penis sprung to life, rock hard in moments. She was deliberately taunting him, tempting him and he didn’t know how long he could say no for.

“Roland…” he began.

“Roland what?” she demanded impatiently. “He’s my brother, your friend. I’m free to make my own decisions you know! I’m not a little kid anymore in case you haven’t noticed!”

Brett groaned, well aware that she was grown up. She was all woman, and some of her woman parts were touching him and driving him nuts. Damn the consequences, he thought to himself and reached for her.

It was the first time he’d ever kissed her on the mouth and she responded eagerly, hungrily. The cool water flowing around them did nothing to bring down the heat of the encounter. Julia’s mouth opened to him, her tongue tangling with his. Her arms were around him, clinging, and when she straddled his hips, he was surprised, but cupped her bottom to hold her there.

Julia was tilting her hips against him, grinding her hot, hot center against the front of his shorts. She could feel just how hard he was, how big and solid he was down there and it was making her even hotter. Their mouths were locked on to each other, their tongues probing and tangling. Neither of them was concerned with getting oxygen, until Brett broke contact.

“Hold on,” he sounded breathless.

“No!” she cried out. “I’m nearly there.” Julia ground against him hard, tilting and thrusting her pussy against him. When she threw her head back, crying out, he knew she’d climaxed. When she finally looked back at him, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright. She looked glorious and he felt his heart flip over.

“Now can we get out?” he asked.

“But you…” she began. “You’re still…”

“Hard? Yes, I am. But it will subside. Eventually. No permanent damage either,” he smiled at her, gently untangling his arms and legs. He swam the short distance to shore and dropped onto the blanket to dry in the sun.

He woke up to a cool hand touching his shoulder. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, yet here he was, face down and he could feel the heat of the skin on his back and shoulders.

“Seriously,” Julia muttered. “You’re so stupid sometimes. No sunscreen!”

As her hand rested on his shoulder, gently stroking, he felt his erection swelling again pressing painfully against the hot little pebbles beneath him.

He felt an ice-cold dollop of cream drop between his shoulder blades and flinched. She started rubbing, spreading the sunscreen over his skin and he closed his eyes and sighed. He felt her fingers slide easily over his muscles, down his spine, covering his rib cage and his mind followed. Brett let out an involuntary moan.

“Turn over,” she whispered.

He wanted to turn over, he truly did, but was a little embarrassed by his lack of control. “No, I’m fine like this. Thanks Jules. My back feels awesome.”

“Suit yourself,” she sounded a little peeved and moved away from him to lie, still naked, on her stomach next to him. “Will you put some on my back please?”

Brett eyed her, and when he saw she had her head turned away from him, he struggled to his knees, and reached for the sunscreen bottle. What started out as a simple service for a friend, somehow became a back massage, one that made Julia sigh and groan with pleasure. It didn’t help Brett in any way with his arousal, fully aware as he was of her nakedness. In the few hours he’d been there, she’d had ample opportunity to cover up, but had instead chosen to flaunt it. Not that he was complaining, mind. He was a guy after all, and seeing a naked woman was always a good thing.

“Beer?” he offered her after wiping his hands on his shorts.

“You’re finished?” Julia sounded disappointed. “What about my front?” There was a hint of flirtatious teasing injected into the question and Brett looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Handing her a beer he replied. “I think we both know that it would have nothing to do with putting sunscreen on you. Besides, I can only control myself for so long. That would be too much.” He looked over the lake as he chugged back a few big mouthfuls of the ice cold brew.

“Maybe I wouldn’t want you to control yourself,” she said in a small voice. She didn’t look at him, picking at the label on the bottle instead. She’d raised herself up onto her elbows and looked thoughtfully at him, waiting for his reaction to that.

“So you said, when we were swimming.” His tone was terse.

“Brett, you have to know that I like you.” She was looking down, not wanting to see any kind of rejection. “I have for a long time. And not just like Roland’s friend either. I think about you all the time recently.”

She’d taken the risk of opening herself up to him and now it was up to him.

Brett shifted his weight, finally resting a hip against the massive tree stump. “I don’t know.” He was reluctant to give her any more encouragement. Yes, he liked her too. More than liked her if he was honest with himself. Brett had sometimes wondered what it would be like if they dated, saw each other properly as boyfriend and girlfriend, and all that had ever come to him was the disappointment and anger from her family. What would Roland think? What would her parent’s think? He’d been part of their family for so long; it was almost as if he was one of them now. He sighed heavily and didn’t say anything more.

Julia waited for some kind of answer and when none was forthcoming she got to her feet and started gathering her things.

“For god’s sake! Put some clothes on!” Brett’s tone was harsher than he’d intended, sounding angry.

Julia stiffened. Pulling herself up to her full height, still considerably shorter than him, she faced him, still stark naked. “Let’s get one thing straight here, Brett. You are not the boss of me. You have no say in what I wear, or don’t wear. If I chose to spend the rest of the day naked, it’s none of your damn business. If I decide to go to the fucking shops naked, it will still have nothing to do with you. So… shut… up… and… mind… your… own… fucking… business.” The last part was accompanied by her finger poking his bare chest.

She turned away before he could see the tears glistening in her eyes and this time picked up her wrap and tied it around herself before she carried on packing. She’d opened her heart to him, sort of, and all she got in return was rejection. Well, fuck him, she thought to herself. He’d regret it one day.

In the meantime, the tears plopped onto her blanket as she bent over to pack it away.

Brett stood watching her, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Back at the cabin, Julia tidied, making room for the drinks and snacks that Roland would be bringing back with him. They’d planned a party for the next day, a kind of farewell to Roland as he left for his new job.

Brett finally made his way back up to the little house and stood outside listening to her throw things around. Nothing was breaking which was a good sign… unless she’d already destroyed all the breakables before he’d gotten there. He smiled to himself. She was a feisty, volatile woman. Even as a child, she’d been passionate about everything and her enthusiasm was contagious.

He dropped his cooler onto the wooden porch and stepped into the open doorway.

“Is it safe to come in?” he asked.

Julia ignored him, choosing instead to open the small refrigerator and make space for any perishables that Roland would be bringing back. Brett leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, and watched her. She’d showered and pulled on a sundress since the beach and her hair was damp as it hung down her back. She was beautiful, even without makeup and he felt that same old stirring in his loins as she clattered around the kitchenette.

The cabin really was tiny, one open plan room with an adjoining bathroom. There was a small fireplace on one wall with a cluster of sofas around it. Each sofa pulled out into a sleeper, for anyone who needed to crash for the night. In a cupboard against the other wall were rolled up sleeping mats, sleeping bags and pillows. As much as their mother hadn’t wanted them to take over the cabin, she’d gone out of her way to make sure they had all the things they needed.

Julia suddenly looked at him, glaring. “You can wipe that smirk off your face.”

“I’m not smirking, I’m smiling. There’s a difference. And, before you ask, I’m smiling because, for some odd reason, I feel happy.”

She snorted and turned away. “Wash your hands and come and help me. You might as well be useful.”

He took her bossy instruction in his stride and was soon standing beside her, washing dishes while she dried and packed away. As he finished up, drying his hands on a towel, his phone beeped.

“Roland,” he explained as he read it. “He’s got some last minute stuff to do and won’t be finished until late.” He’d also invited Brett to meet him in town later for a beer. Without saying anything to Julia, he replied declining.

Julia was checking her own phone. “Yeah, he’s taking all the food and drink home and will bring it out tomorrow morning.” Julia stood with her hands on her hips and looked around. “I guess I’ll just stay here tonight. I’ve got everything I need anyway.” She looked across at him.

Brett felt his heart beating faster. This was his chance. If he dared. “Well, I’d planned to stay too, when I thought Roland was going to be here.” He paused.

“You can stay. There’s plenty of space and besides, it’s just silly to make that long drive home and then back again in the morning.”

When Brett got out of the shower, Julia had started making supper for them so he helped. Since they had no TV at the cabin, they sat reading their books after eating, while Julia played some music from her iPod.

Brett still couldn’t concentrate on his book and finally closed it, dropping it onto the floor next to him.

“You make me crazy, you know,” he finally blurted out, startling her. “You sit there on the beach, naked and think I feel nothing. Now, here you are. Sitting there on the couch.” He realized he was just ranting and nothing made sense.

“Huh?” she looked at him with a small smile, confused.

Brett coughed into his hand. “Sorry. Let me start again.”

“Please do.”

“Right. I’ve been thinking about what you said on the beach earlier.” Julia was sitting with her knees up, propped against the corner of the couch. She rested her elbows on her knees now and looked at him, waiting to hear what he had to say. “I like you too Jules. More than just like you, but I don’t know how it will work between us. I don’t think your family will be happy about anything between us.” He stopped, realizing just how weak his argument was.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “So you like me, I like you but you don’t actually want to be with me? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. No. Fuck it. I don’t know.” His mind was in turmoil. She’d been tormenting him since he’d seen her on the beach earlier and the almost constant erection wasn’t helping anything.

“Okay, then leave it.” She sounded annoyed. “Anyway, it’s late now and I’m tired. Help me pull this bed out please.” She got to her feet and Brett helped her pull out the bed. It had grown cooler as it had gotten darker and he grabbed the pillows and some extra blankets from the cupboard and tossed them onto the bed. “You can sleep there,” she pointed to the other side of the bed, giving him permission to share with her. “I’m sure you’ll be able to control yourself.” The last comment smacked of sarcasm and she stalked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get her pajamas on.

Brett went in after her and when he came out wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, she’d turned off the light and was already under the covers. She had her back to him as he climbed into the bed and when he whispered good night, she ignored him. He heaved a sigh and lay on his back, looking at the stars outside through a crack in the curtain. It was cool in the cabin, but not cold enough for a fire so the room was almost in total darkness.

Brett woke up a few hours later, surprised that he’d fallen asleep. He was lying against Julia’s back, his arms around her. Her backside was pressed tightly against his groin and he was cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Her breathing was deep and slow, indicating that she was still asleep. He slowly removed his palm from her breast, instantly missing the contact and wishing he hadn’t moved.

He tried to move back to his side of the bed, but she kept scooting closer until she mumbled, “’s cold. I’m freezing in here.”

“Want another blanket?” he offered in a whisper.

“No.” He could hardly hear her, she spoke so quietly. “Just hold me.”

Brett sighed then, but moved back. He put his arms around her again and she wiggled until she was pressed against him. He tucked the blanket around her, under her chin, and waited for her to doze off. Unfortunately for him, her wiggling had caused his penis to spring to life again. Nestled against her backside, he lay there, trying his hardest not to move, hoping she wasn’t aware of his erection.

“You okay?” she finally whispered.

“Not really,” he answered with a wry grin.

Without speaking again, knowing that Brett would try and dissuade her, Julia reached behind her and slipped her hand inside his shorts and cupped her hand over his groin. His shaft was thick and hard in her hand, almost pulsing. As she moved her hand slowly up and down, stroking him, he groaned into her hair.

“You’re killing me.”

“No, let me do this. I want to,” she whispered.

Brett couldn’t help but give in to her. He’d been on edge the whole day, frustrated and hard, and now he sought release.

“So good,” he mumbled, his blood pulsing in his ears.

Julia shifted around so that she was lying facing him and used her other hand to pull his shorts lower. She glanced at him, bathed in a shaft of moonlight. His eyes were closed but the look of sheer bliss on his face spoke volumes. She wiggled down under the covers and took him into her mouth. Brett’s hand was on the back of her head, tangled softly in her silky hair as she bobbed up and down.

“Not gonna take long,” he managed to get out, breathing harshly, as if he’d just run a mile or two.

Her hand was moving on him, in tandem with her mouth and when she felt him tensing up, she was ready for it. His orgasm ripped through him, pulse after pulse spurting deep into her mouth. Julia welcomed it, relishing finally getting to taste his essence.

When she surfaced from the blankets, her face was flushed, but she was smiling at him. “Better now?” she asked sweetly.

He groaned loudly. “Not even close.” He took her hand and placed it over himself again. He was growing harder already, even surprising himself.

Julia knelt in the bed beside him and without breaking eye contact, she undid the buttons of her top and slid it off her shoulders. Even though he’d spent the better part of the day looking at her breasts, the view took his breath away. Her breasts were perfect, round and not too big. Her nipples were dark and tightly puckered. He reached up to touch her, almost afraid that she’d stop him but she didn’t. She leaned into his caress, wanting more from him and Brett lost the will to fight her.

She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and leaned forward to kiss him. His arms went around her back, touching her, rubbing her from her shoulders to her waist to her bottom. He couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. When she threw one leg over him, to straddle him, he felt the wet heat of her womanhood touching his shaft and he surged up under her.

Julia took him in her fist again, this time drawing him back to position him at her entrance and then slowly, wetly, slid down onto him. For a moment neither of them could move. He could feel her pulsing and clenching around him, and his own response was to jerk and twitch inside her.

“Oh god,” she breathed out. “I can’t hold back.” Julia started moving over him, slowly swiveling her hips back and forth. “You’ve made me wait so long for this.”

“Shhh,” he whispered, putting a finger over her lips, then moved to grip her hips. The heat inside her was incredible. She was so slick and tight at the same time, he could hardly hold back and started moving with her. Within moments he heard her panting loudly above him.

“I’m… gonna…” she started.

“Go baby,” Brett encouraged her, moving harder and faster inside her.

“I’m… coming… now,” she cried out, unable to hold back a moment more. Her whole body shook with the effort, her inner walls gripped him tightly as she spasmed around him. Finally it was over. As she relaxed against him, held in his arms, he still penetrated deep and hard.

“So good,” she said, sleepily. “Now it’s your turn again.” She lifted her head to grin at him through her curtain of hair.

Brett smiled back tenderly and lifted her slowly off him. Laying her out her back, he knelt between her slender thighs and positioned himself.

Many long moments later, he was arching his back as he thrust deeply into her. His body quivered as they climaxed, together this time. Panting, trying to recover enough to move, Brett could feel her heart pounding against his chest. She was just as affected by this as he was, and it made him happy. He really did have feelings for her and wondered how they’d be able to make it work.

They fell asleep, naked and satiated, wrapped in each other’s arms.

The sound of the cabin door opening woke them. Brett lazily opened one eye and peered into the light to see who it was. Roland! His blood ran cold as he realized the scene as his friend must see it.

The two of them, clearly naked, were together in bed.

“Hey,” Roland called as he kicked the door shut behind him.

“Hey,” Julia replied, her voice gruff with sleep.

Roland had his back to them as he deposited some bags on the kitchen counter. Without turning around he addressed them.

“Did I just see correctly? You two, naked in bed together?” His voice seemed loud in the little cabin.

“I can explain…” Brett started speaking.

“No,” Julia said to him putting her hand on his arm. “Roland, this is none of your business. Yes, I’m your baby sister but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a baby anymore. Thank you for your concern, but I know what I’m doing.”

“I’ll be outside,” he growled and left the room, giving them a chance to get up and get dressed.

Brett spoke to her quietly while they were still alone. “You need to know something.”

“What’s that Brett?” she sounded annoyed.

“I don’t do one night stands. What happened between us, that whole thing yesterday and last night, that’s been brewing for a long time.” She’d finished pushing the bed back into couch and stood listening to him. “Yes, I have feelings for you, more than just liking you. I think we have something real.” He waited for her response.

Julia looked at the floor, then out the window but didn’t speak for a while. Finally, her voice catching, she responded. “I’m glad. I know it’s not always going to be easy, but I really want to see where this goes with us. I’ve never felt like this before, never had such a connection before and…” she broke off on a small sob.

Brett took two steps towards her and held her in his arms, offering her comfort. “I’ll go speak to Roland.”

Outside his friend was pacing. Brett walked across the small patch of grass and stood next to him. “I’m sorry you walked in on us like that.” His voice was quiet and serious. Roland needed to know that he wasn’t just using his sister for a quick shag.

“I didn’t expect anything to happen between us. Not ever, you have to know that. It wasn’t planned.” Roland snorted. “Seriously bud. I’ve always liked her, she’s awesome. Funny, kind, happy, passionate. She’s just…” He’d run out of steam.

“Perfect?” Roland asked.

“Perfect,” he agreed. “I… I think I love her, man.” He was shocked at his own admission. He did love her!

Roland was smiling at him. “Bud, she’s my sister. I don’t want to know what you guys get up to, but she loves you too.”

“How do you know,” Brett demanded.

“Bud, chicks write shit on everything. She’s been writing your name in hearts for years.”

Brett grinned and headed back to the cabin. This was working out just… perfectly.

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