by Terry Towers
He quit chuckling, but the amused gleam in his eyes remained. "True, but knowing you hate it so much, is making me enjoy it all the more." Picking up the one large hiking bag that belonged to him, he began to walk to the front door of the cabin.
She looked down at the two large heavy suitcases she'd packed, grabbed the handles -thanked God they had wheels on them - and reluctantly followed behind him. By the time she had both suitcases up the stairs and into the main room of the cabin Darrien had already finished his exploration of the place. Not that it would have taken him long, it was pathetically tiny.
"How bad is it?" she asked already knowing the answer. The inside of the cabin reminded her of a kitchenette suite at a Travelodge; a small kitchen area, main room, bedroom and bathroom. Not exactly what she was accustomed to. "There's only one bedroom," she pointed out, dismayed.
He grinned from the futon he had plunked himself on in the main room. "Consider yourself lucky there is running water and electricity."
"I'd damned well walk back if there wasn't," Ramona threatened.
Darrien gave her a look that said he highly doubted that. And he was right. She didn't even know where they were. She'd slept the majority of the ride there. Ramona pulled her mobile phone from the outside pocket of her beige cashmere overcoat and turned it on. "No signal," she groaned.
Again, Darrien laughed.
Feeling defeated, Ramona walked over to the plain black futon and flopped down beside her brother. "What are we going to do?" She finally asked glancing up at him."
"Did you pack a swimsuit?"
Ramona hesitated, "Three... Why?"
"Well... This is the cabin dad and I used to come to occasionally when I was a kid. If I recall correctly, there should be a lake just outside that back door and it's a nice summer day..."
Ramona crinkled her nose up at him, "but wouldn't there be... well, you know... animals in it?"
Darrien huffed and turned towards her on the futon, "Are you really that much of a princess, Ramona?"
Giving her a final look of disgust, he stood, grabbed his bag and strode towards the only bedroom in the cabin.
"Where are you going?" Ramona asked.
"Going into my bedroom to get changed," he responded, slamming the door behind him.
His bedroom? Where am I supposed to sleep? She wondered, as her eyes skimmed over the modest living, dining and kitchen combo room she was sitting in. She looked down at the well worn futon under her. Oh, hell no! There was no way she was sleeping on that thing! Who gave him the right to say who got the bedroom anyhow? A real man would offer it to the lady, not claim it for himself!
Fuming, Ramona marched to the bedroom door and flung it open, without bothering to knock. "Oh, we really have to have a little talk about the sleeping…" Her eyes widened as she peered at the thickest cock she'd ever seen, aside from in the odd porno movie.
What amazed her, apart from the size of his dick, was how sexy he looked naked. How did that happen? He'd moved out of the mansion when he graduated high school and started attending college. She was certain he wasn't hot when he'd left. He was just - Darrien.
Granted, she hadn't seen much of him since then, but he seemed to have gone from the awkward teen that had a thing for her, to the man who stood before her now in one smooth transition. He was the kind of man that made her wet just looking at him. His body was lean, with nicely-defined muscles throughout his broad shoulders, chest and abs and with thick, powerful thighs.
The only word that seemed to come to mind at that moment was, Wow!
She couldn't believe how the suits he normally wore did him such an injustice.
Ramona couldn't help herself from wanting to run her hands over his gorgeous stomach and chest. She could feel her panties dampening just thinking about how good that thick rod of his would feel thrusting into her. A wave of desire flooded over her, sending her pulse racing.
Darrien didn't seem fazed by the fact his sister was standing open-mouthed, watching as he pulled on his swim trunks. "I don't see a problem with the sleeping arrangements in the least."
She planted her hands on her hips and looked fiercely at him. "I am not sleeping on that futon, while you get the one bedroom and only bed." She stabbed a finger in his direction. "If anything, you should be the one on the futon, you're the man!"
With a shrug, Darrien brushed past her smirking as he headed for the door, "I'd be happy to share."
"I am not sharing," Ramona stated following him out the back door.
"I guess it's the futon for you then. I'm fine with either scenario. Just keep in mind I always jack off in bed before going to sleep."
"Wha-what?" Ramona spluttered, as they made their way to the lake a hundred feet or so, from the back door of the cabin. "Well, it's not going to be a problem, since you'll be on the futon."
In response, she received yet another shrug from Darrien. He paused at the water's edge, and then dove into the lake without another word to her. He reappeared a minute or two later at the far end of the lake.
"Darrien, we need to discuss this!" she shouted after him.
He made a motion to his ear indicating he couldn't hear her. The grin on his face indicated otherwise.
"Asshole, can you hear that Darrien!" she shouted, "A-S-S-hole!"
Darrien shook his head once more, and shrugged his shoulders. He seemed to dismiss her then and dove back under the water.
A deep growl rumbled in the back of her throat. He was going to talk to her. She looked down at the grey pants suit she was wearing, huffed and stormed back into the cabin. Once in the cabin she went straight for her suitcases. Opening one of her cases, she rummaged through it until she found a pink string bikini and quickly changed into it.
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Darrien couldn't help laughing as he watched Ramona storm back into the cabin. She was going to be miserable for the next week. And he loved that fact. When their parents made the announcement, he hadn’t expected a resort, but he had to admit he also hadn’t expected to be dropped off here, in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere.
Ramona seemed to have had the idea in her head that they were going to a Club Med type of getaway; the sort she could consider a vacation. He had no idea what she was going to be doing for entertainment with no cell phone, no television and no parties to attend. He, on the other hand, had a number of books that he had been dying to read for some time now. This trip gave him just the opportunity to relax and unwind.
If Ramona would let him.
Dunking under the water, he re-emerged and was startled to see Ramona come strutting out of the back door and towards the lake, in a very revealing pink bikini. In truth, he wasn't even sure if he could call it a bikini. One sudden movement from her and he'd get a perfect little show of those nice, large firm tits of hers.
I could live with that, he decided.
He swam over to the bank where she was standing as she dipped a tentative toe into the water.
"Don't touch me," she warned as he came closer.
"Don't flatter yourself." Truth be known, his cock had gotten good and hard from the moment she emerged from the back door wearing that contraption she called a bathing suit. The way her breasts bounced with each step made him yearn to suck one of those already taut nipples. Her breasts were much more than a handful, but that was fine by him, he loved the larger ones. More to play with.
She jerked her foot back out of the water. "Shit, it's cold."
"You just need to jump on in," he advised, knowing there was no way in hell she was coming into the water. So he did what any other man would do if given this splendid opportunity. Darrien took hold of her ankle and calves and pulled her forward.
With a shriek, Ramona fell into the lake, hard. Darrien winced as her body connected with the water, creating a loud splash. He imagined the impact would sting a little - maybe a lot. For a moment, he felt a sliver of remorse.
She eventually resurfaced - just over a foot away from him - spewing a list of obscenities that would make eve
n a Marine blush. Her yapping at him made Darrien remember why he’d done it in the first place. The sliver of remorse he had felt rapidly faded.
Luckily for him his ears weren't registering her words, because all of his focus was put into watching her now exposed breasts as the water cascaded over them. She was so furious with him; she failed to even acknowledge that she was no longer wearing the top half of her suit.
Her dark nipples had become rock solid from the cold water. The urge to roll those large, tight nipples between his fingers was almost unbearable. It was like watching his personal pornography version of 'Baywatch.'
Being called 'fuck-nuts' brought his attention back to what she was saying. She was glaring at him, her green eyes stormy and the heat in them - even if it was caused by anger - was so damned sexy he could barely breathe. His dick demanded he do something, immediately.
Placing a hand at the nape of her neck, he drew her forward and against his rigid body. His mouth came crashing down onto hers, with force and determination. His hand grasped one of the breasts he had been admiring, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingertips, while the other hand cupped her ass and brought her tight against his erect cock.
Surprised, she gave into his demanding lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. But, seconds later she seemed to have come to grips with what was happening, and placed the palms of her hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away.
Her attempt was feeble at best.
He had seen the look in her eyes when she walked in on him in the bedroom. Darrien knew the expression on her face had been one of lust for what she had seen. Of course, he was also playing on the fact that his sister was a little nympho. She wanted something to occupy her time; well, he had a throbbing cock that was more than happy to keep her entertained.
Ramona gasped, her finely manicured fingernails clawing at Darrien's back as his lips travelled down her neck. "What do you think you're doing," she managed to squeak out, just as his mouth captured one of her hardened buds. She arched her back for him. His teeth nipped at it, making her body quiver against his.
"Giving us both what we want," he growled as his lips travelled to the second bud and began to suck.
His hand pulled the thin string of the bikini bottom aside so he could have full access to her soft, warm pussy. He eased two fingers into her, testing and teasing. With her back arched, her long wet brown hair cascading down her back, she began to grind her pelvis against his cock.
"We can't do this," she protested again, but her protest was cut off when his fingers began to rub the inner wall of her pussy. Stroking and fuelling her desire. He felt her muscles clench around his hand as her hips rubbed against him with greater abandon.
Her moans increased in both frequency and volume.
His cock and balls were so hard they were beginning to ache - demanding release. In answer to her protest, he pulled his fingers out of her quivering pussy and swiftly pulled his cock from his swim trunks.
Claiming her lips again, he rubbed the long length of his hard dick along her slit.
Ramona moaned and bucked against him.
Positioning his cock at the entrance of her moist heat, he teased her clit and opening with its head. "Tell me you want me to fuck you," he growled in her ear.
"Darrien, we can't," she protested, as her tongue teased the side of his neck. Ramona looked into his brown eyes, her green ones filled with a deep-seated hunger. She was fighting her desire, but it was a losing battle.
"Tell me, Ramona." Darrien repeated as he pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy a second time.
She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, urging the head of his dick into her. "You win. Yes. Fuck me Darrien! I want your cock now!"
He swung her around, pressing her back firmly against the bank of the lake.
Darrien's mouth came crashing down on hers again, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth. As their tongues duelled, he thrust hard up into her. "Fuck, you feel good," he moaned, pulling out and filling her once more.
Her pussy took him in fully, to the hilt. It tightened around his length as he began to make hard, forceful thrusts into her. Years of anger, hurt and resentment went into each and every thrust as he buried his cock deep within her.
Ramona tore her mouth from his and she cried out, whether it was in pain or pleasure he was unsure, most likely both. Darrien could feel her nails digging so deep into the flesh of his shoulders that he was sure they must be breaking the skin. But that was fine by him. All he was concerned about was the ache in his cock, and the tension that needed to be released.
"You're so big. Feels so good," she panted.
The water splashed violently around them as Ramona thrust against him, while her beautiful breasts slapped loudly against his chest.
Darrien could feel her pussy tense up and start to vibrate around his cock. She clung to him, her legs tightening around his waist. "Come on Ramona, let me feel it," he urged.
The cool water seemed to heat up around them, as he began to fuck her with faster, more forceful thrusts. He was coming so close to releasing he had to distract himself as he waited to feel her pussy tremble around his cock one final time. His wait was a short one. She screamed and her pussy desperately clutched his cock, as her juices came flooding over it.
The feel of her orgasm on his dick was his cue. One more thrust, two more, and with the last final hard thrust, he pinned her firmly against the bank of the lake. Her breath caught in her throat from the force, but she didn't complain, instead she wrapped her legs tighter around him, welcoming his release into her heated depths.
"Ahhh, fuck," he growled as he came deep inside her.
He kept his cock snug inside her as the aftershocks of his release washed over him. Panting, he slowly pulled out and let her body slide down the length of his until she was standing on her own. Closing his eyes he let his head fall back, took a deep breath in and exhaled.
Thinking back, Darrien was certain he had never been fucked so well in his life. It was as if, with his release, he’d let go of all the hostility he had been holding for her for so many years now. And it felt good, almost as good as the fucking itself.
Ramona kissed his chest lightly, turned and pulled herself out of the water and onto the bank, her large breasts bouncing as she hoisted herself up. He took a moment to appreciate the look of her round, firm ass as she walked away. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to part her little round ass cheeks and drive his cock up into that tight ass of hers. His cock, twitched at the thought of it.
Well considering we have a week and she's going to be as bored as hell I would bet I'll get to find out, he mused. A smile lifted the corners of his lips. He would find out, he had no doubt about that in the least.
"Oh, and by-the-way fuck-wad, you owe me a new bikini," she called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the cabin.
Well... he was almost sure he'd find out...
Chapter 3
Walking back into the cabin, Ramona was pleased with herself for a couple of reasons. Their parents wouldn't be able to accuse them of not getting along anymore. As far as she was concerned they were about as bonded as they could be now. Maybe not exactly what their parents had in mind, but what do you expect when you trap a couple of young people in a cabin with nothing to do? Of course they're going to fuck like rabbits.
The second good thing was that she knew she would have cock at her disposal the entire week. As a bonus, it was the biggest she'd ever had, shit her pussy was actually sore from the screwing he'd just given her. Ramona smiled to herself. From time-to-time a little pain could be well worth the pleasure. Case in point. So maybe this wasn't going to be such a bad week away after all.
Grasping the handles of her suitcases she tugged them both into the bedroom. She heaved the first one on top of the bed, and unzipped it. Most of the contents of the first case were lingerie, swimwear and accessories. She held one of her scarves in her hand
s and looked over at the bed. The headboard was made up of a number of oak vertical rungs. She smiled and set the scarves aside, knowing exactly what she was going to do with those later tonight. The rest of the contents she stacked neatly in the dresser.
Tucking the first suitcase in the closet, she flipped the second one up onto the bed and began rummaging through it; placing everything neatly in the closet and dresser. Once done she realized she was facing a very disturbing problem. Of all the clothing she had packed, she hadn't thought to pack anything that may be useful here. No jeans or t-shirts.
Shit, she was beginning to feel like she was in an episode of 'Survivor.' Cast into the wilderness with nothing to wear but a bikini and a smile, and thanks to Darrien one of the bikinis was missing the top.
Double shit!
She walked over to the bedroom window, which overlooked the lake and watched Darrien as he swam. He took long, powerful strokes, moving through the water as though he were born in it. Who would have guessed that the same Darrien she had been at war with since the day she first met him, could have turned out to be the man who she was now watching? The man who’d fucked her with such intensity, it had left her light-headed and with an aching pussy. She certainly didn't.
Ramona watched for roughly ten minutes, until Darrien pulled himself out of the lake and began making his way back to the cabin. Ramona's eyes examined every inch of his beautiful body, glistening as the water ran down him, taking special note of the noticeable bulge in his trunks. She knew exactly what that bulge meant. Pulling her bikini bottom off, she stood in front of the floor length mirror eyeing her naked body in the reflection.
Turning so she could look at her rear in the mirror, she decided that Darrien had been full of shit. Her ass was the same size as it had always been.
She stopped and frowned at her reflection. Heat began to pulsate between her legs, thinking of the things she wanted to do to him over the next several days. However, it occurred to her that it was her brother that she was getting excited about fucking, although not exactly biological, but still...
