Cabin Cousins: Part 1

Cousins reunion: a childhood friendship becomes love.

Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

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Chapter One.

It was one of those glorious mid-October days in Minnesota,
where morning frost gives way to clear blue skies and temperatures warm enough
for wearing tee shirts.

My name is Charles, by the way, nice to meet you. Please
don't call me Charlie, or Chuck or Chucky, I hate that. I work at a big box
home improvement store near my home on the west side of the Twin Cities. I'm
eighteen, and have spent most of the summer since graduating, being overworked
and underpaid. I took Saturday, Sunday, and half of Friday off so that I could
drive up and spend the weekend 'up north' at the family cabin, near Pelican
Lake.

Built by my great grandfather, Olaf Larson, in the early
1900's, the cabin was a place that anyone in my (quite large) extended family
was free to use. The cabin itself is rather small, just a single room, adorned
with a century's worth of hunting trophies and antique nick knacks. There were
spaces in the woods around the cabin yard where people would park their RV's, and
some nice grassy clearings for setting up tents. There was someone there on
most weekends between spring and fall, and sometimes it was a pretty full
house, with ten or twenty people showing up for a relaxing weekend of doing
nothing. This, likely the last weekend of decent weather for the next six
months or so, was going to be a busy one.

I was halfway through the three hour drive, when my mom
called me on my cell phone to make sure I was on my way, and if I had
remembered my tent. Yes, I had remembered my tent, and yes, I remembered my
sleeping bag and an extra blanket because it was going to get cold at night.
Thanks, mom. Then she listed off who was there, and who else was on their way.
Aunts and uncles, older brothers and sisters, relatives of every age and
variety.

My heart skipped a beat though, when she added as an
afterthought that my cousin Melissa Olson, was there. Actually, she was my
second cousin, but more importantly, she was my friend. Growing up, my weekends
were occupied by exploring the woods around the cabin, fishing and swimming in
the lake, or just hanging out around the fire pit chatting and telling stories.
Many of those weekends, Melissa was right there at my side. I had more in
common with her than with any of the male relatives close to my age, in terms
of interests and personality, so often it was just the two of us.

About three years back, there was some kind of family drama
that I really didn't pay attention to, but as a result, the whole branch of the
family that Melissa belonged to stopped showing up to family gatherings. I was
fifteen at the time, and though I was really sad that I didn't get to see
Melissa anymore, I was, you know, fifteen. At that age, there is so much going
on in your life that, as sad as a change may be, something else always fills
the gap.

Once off the phone with my mom, all I could think about was
Melissa. Memories of our adventures effervesced in my mind. I thought of the
last time I saw her, how she smiled and said "See you next time!"
with a quick hug. Through the years growing up, I never really put much thought
into her appearance, but remembering that last goodbye, it dawned on me that
she had always been quite pretty. At fifteen, she was only a little shorter
than my own average height, and had a slim athletic build. She was always big
into track and field sports at her school. What I remember most about her was
her smile, carefree and easily expressed, and her eyes. She had the most
beautiful icy blue eyes I had ever seen, eyes that truly were windows to her
soul. Maybe it's just that I knew her so well, but with just one glance at her
eyes, I could tell instantly what she was feeling, and have a pretty good idea
of what she was thinking about. I wondered if it would be the same way after
not seeing her for three years.

She was almost exactly the same age as me, having been born
in February of 1980, to my January of the same year, which means that she must
have graduated high school this year too. I began imagining what she looked
like now, and was only a few miles away from the cabin when I realized I had a
raging erection. This, was no good. Regardless of how I was getting aroused.
 The thought was of a childhood friend who was also a relative. I'll say I
wasn't too proud of it, at that moment. I couldn't show up to a family
gathering like this. I turned off onto a forestry road that I knew well, and
piloted my pickup down one of the narrow overgrown logging trails that deer
hunters use, to get to their stands. I've been down all of these trails, and
know a hundred places that are perfect for when someone needs a little
"alone time".

I parked my truck and listened for a minute, just to be sure
there wasn't anyone else driving around nearby. Still in the driver’s seat, I
unbuttoned my fly, and pulled my pants down to my ankles. I wrapped a hand
around my cock and sighed with the pleasure of immanent release. Normally I
would spunk to fantasies involving girls from high school, or one of the models
from the couple of nudie mags I had hidden under my mattress at home. But right
then, all I could imagine was Melissa, and my mental image of what she looked
like now. I stroked furiously, and felt myself quickly building to orgasm. I
hastily rummaged in the door pocket for a napkin with my left hand, found one,
and barely had enough time to get it into place before I erupted. I groaned as
I came, sending spurt after spurt of cum into the napkin, which wasn't up to
the task of containing such a massive load. I sat there for a while, breathing
hard, and feeling the cum that had soaked through the napkin ooze onto the palm
of my left hand. It had been a while since I had cum that hard or that quickly.
As the glow of orgasm faded, I started thinking that it wasn't right to get off
like this to Melissa, but I knew I would have been a liar; if I said I wouldn't
do it again.

I cleaned up as best as I could with a few more napkins, got
my pants back up, and checked myself in the vanity mirror just in case there
was some glaring evidence that I had just jerked off. Satisfied that I looked
normal, I arranged myself in my underwear so that if and when I got another
boner, it would at least be pointing down, and not straight out for all of the
family to see.

I arrived at the cabin a few minutes later. People were
spread out, around the yard; reading books, getting fishing equipment ready, or
tending the fire in the stone fire pit. I was greeted with waves and hellos;
nothing very enthusiastic. I mean, I do see most of these people pretty
regularly. And honestly, I wasn't overly excited to see them either. I was
however, very excited to see Melissa again, but looking around the yard, I
didn't spot her anywhere.

Then I heard the sharp crack sound that the cabin's screen
door makes when someone lets it's spring slams itself shut. I looked over, and
saw Melissa walking around the corner of the cabin. I hope no one saw my jaw
drop, because she was gorgeous. She was barefoot, her long athletic legs
disappearing beneath a knee-length flower pattern sun dress that flowed around
her as she strode. Her hair was longer that she used to have it, and it trailed
gracefully behind her, it's sandy blonde color glowing in the sunlight. When
she noticed me, her face lit up. The warmth of her smile could have melted a
glacier.

"Charles!" She squealed.

She ran across the yard and practically threw herself into
my arms, hugging me tight. I hugged her back, just as tight.

"Oh my God, it's so good to see you!" She said,
laughing with joy.

I don't think anyone had ever been so excited to see me in
my entire life, and it felt a bit awkward, but I felt the same about her, so I
just went with it.

"It's great to see you too." I said.

We broke off our hug, but she kept an arm around my back.
She started moving towards the cabin, and I went with, putting an arm across her
shoulders.

"It's been over three years," She said excitedly.
"We have so much to catch up on!"

I craned my neck up to try and look down on her. "I see
you're still a little bit shorter than me?"

She poked me in the belly and said with mock sternness.
"You're wearing boots. Take them off and we're the same height."

Be both laughed, and I was struck again at how beautiful she
was. Even her laugh was like music. As we walked, my eyes strayed to her chest,
where the slightest bit of a lacy white bra could be seen under the edge of her
dress. Her tits were, for lack of a better word, perfect. They weren't large, a
B cup I imagined, as if I knew anything about the particulars of tit size. What
they were though, were proportionate. They were just the right size and shape
for her. I was starting to imagine what they would look like free from any
clothes, and must have spent just a few too many seconds looking. Something
made me look up at her face, and I saw her watching me with a funny little
smile. Our eyes locked, and I was surprised to not only see a lack of offence
there, but for all I could tell, she was pleased that I was ogling her.

She looked away