Cabin Cousins: Part 2

A Quest for family acceptance.

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

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Chapter Six.

Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had
missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
supplies back into the cabin.

"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My
mom asked.

"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I
said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
little kid that adults needed to look after.

"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."

"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of
time. Sorry." Said Melissa.

Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,
account of what happened.

"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,
potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."

Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm
starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.

We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had
several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.

"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like
that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."

"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."
I said.

"There's no way I could make anything taste this
good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.

"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith
in you."

She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me
to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.

"Thank you. That really means a lot."

"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward
to open the screen door for her.

Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire
pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
watching the flames.

We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or
topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.

Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as
everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.

I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes
that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
very different reason, earlier today.

My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my
seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
need, burning hot.

Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people
at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.

She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was
genuinely tired. I was too.

"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my
life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.

"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at
her. "But the day's not over yet."

She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to
behave, but I don't want you to."

After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,
watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
crackle from the dying fire.

Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled
from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
sending shivers up my spine.

I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did
she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.

I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no
one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.

Chapter Seven.

She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent
closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
your body to lose a lot of heat.”

I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a
moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
with the laces to my boots.

She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I
got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
panties on top of her bra.

I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,
taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
efficiency is key.

Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her
face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.

As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg
around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
against her belly.

She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.

She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered
into my ear. "I need you inside of me."

“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear
Melissa.”

“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick
cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.

It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping
bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
anxious expression on her angelic face.

"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.

"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.

"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."
She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
expecting me to be upset or disappointed.

I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't
matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
Well, problem solved.

"You're not disappointed?" She asked.

I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to h