The Lake Cabin

Chris couldn't help but notice the smug smirk Emma gave her sister and the jealous pout Jillian gave right back, as he scooted the cup to her and rinsed off his empty dishes. He leaned his weight on outstretched arms on the counter, "Well, I'm going to finish packing, if you ladies want to get ready. Jillian, I assume you and your friend will be taking your Escalade and can pack your own things?"

"It would be so nice for a big, strong, man to help with our luggage." Jillian turned big, hazel, doe eyes, with perfect makeup, up at him. "Ouch!" she glared at Emma and rubbed her shin.

"Watch it, Jilli." The arched eyebrow and lethal tone spoke volumes.

"Fine. We'll get it ourselves."

Chris sniggered and gently squeezed Emma shoulder as he strode towards the garage.

*****

Chris scowled at the eleven a.m. reading on the Jeep's dash. With a heavy sigh he said, "We should've been racing across the lake by now, or at least getting ready too, not still be forty-five minutes away from even puling in."

"Don't worry about it Babe. It's only August, we'll have plenty of daylight left." She looked up from her digital book, flashed a naughty little grin and suggestively raised her eyebrows at him, "Besides, everything's always funner in the dark."

"I guess your right. I just didn't want to be stuck in one of the middle cabins. You can always hear both sides of your neighbors."

She gently rocked her bent knee, parting and closing her bare folded legs as she shifted her back against the door, "Well, if we get stuck in the middle, we'll just have to be quiet."

"Sweetheart, you couldn't be quiet if your life depended on it," Chris teased.

She shrugged a peach t-shirt covered shoulder, "It's your fault you know. You feel so good I just cant help it." She challenged him with her mesmerizing albeit slightly disturbing, honey eyes, "You love it when I talk dirty to you." Before he could say anything, she maneuvered herself on folded knees in the seat and brought her mouth millimeters from his ear. She slid her fingers under his t-shirt, smoothing her cool palms across his broad chest.

"I could try to stop making noise," she whispered. "And quit telling you how much I love having your cock inside me... if you really want me too." She lightly slid the tip of her tongue along the ridges of his ear and gently pulled the lobe between her soft moistened lips.

Her warm breath caused the hairs on the back of neck to stand and sent goosebumps down his spine. "Don't you dare stop," he groaned. "Silence is not sexy."

She planted a big loud kiss on his neck and returned to he folded position against the door picking up her e-reader. "Good, then if we get stuck in the middle we will just have to be so loud and dirty that the neighbors will need a cigarette," she winked at him and returned her eyes back to her screen.

"You are so bad, but oh so good. I don't know how I got so lucky." He changed lanes and passed a freight truck. Glancing over at her, he said, "What you reading?"

"Porn."

"Porn?" he said. "Just like that, as if it were an everyday occurrence, like saying oh I'm just reading The Times?"

She beamed a wicked smile, "Uh-huh. It's the ultimate naughty little secret. I think it's the funnest thing in the world to sit down somewhere public, like a coffee shop or restaurant and read porn. I have to sit still and keep my cool even though I'm so hot a light breeze could make me come."

Chris immediately saw her standing naked in front of a Starbucks with a gentle breeze ruffling her thick wavy hair, her lip caught harshly between teeth as an explosive orgasm rocked through her. He blinked and shook the image away.

"Jesus, I didn't even realize there was such a thing as readable porn." He noticed how she was gently bouncing her knee and the way she chewed the inside of her cheek, "You have tells though, you know."

"Well, it's not technically called porn. It's Erotica," she tilted her chin defiantly and continued. "And I don't have tells. Outwardly, I'm as cool as a cucumber." She chuckled at his naivety, "After five years together you never realized what I read?"

He kept her quirks to himself as a mental note for later. "You always said you don't like watching porn so it never occurred to me that you read it."

"Silly, watching porn is for men, reading it is for women. You have any idea how unfair porn is?" She demonstrated her point with her palms held as an unbalanced scale, "Twenty minutes for a blow job and ten-seconds to lick pussy," she dropped her hands in her lap. "Plus, I have no desire to watch a hairy man-beast plow into a chick and hear her very obviously fake orgasm. But when you read it, you can imagine whoever you want and can almost feel what's going on."

The way she dismantled a billion dollar industry to the bare bones made him laugh out right. He tipped his head at the book resting on her denim shorts exposed thigh, "So what's that one about? Or does Erotica have a storyline?"

"It's about a sexy cop who has to go undercover to infiltrate a drug cartel. The gender roles are reversed though, the undercover cop is the guy and the crime boss is a sinfully sexy woman."

A muscle tensed in his jaw, "A sexy cop huh?"

"Oh relax," Emma said as she flicked her hand as if to shoo away a pesky fly. "No need to be jealous, you're a fireman. You're every woman's walking fantasy. Cops are only alluring because they have handcuffs and shove people against a car." She unconsciously traced her fingertips along her thigh as she continued, "But firemen, are toe curling hot because they burst in all fierce and brave, trudge through the smoke and fire and debris, and rescue people. Oh, and the uniform?... Mmm."

The lusty tone in her voice and the slow enticing bounce of her bent knee played on his ego, and his libido, like a musician with a harp. She made him feel like a fourteen year old virgin in constant need of a large book, and not the twenty-nine year old man who should have better control of himself.

"Whats going on in the story now?"

"The crime boss has the cop by the balls." Emma said, "Figuratively and literately. She knows he's an undercover cop so she has him tied to a chair and is questioning him, and of course he's not saying anything yet. But, she's torn because she knows her new found knowledge wont allow him to live, or else she'll look weak, but she cant help but want to blow and fuck him right there. So she's toying with him until she decides."

Emma dropped her raised knee tucking her naked feet under her. She seductively grazed her fingertips across the dusting of dark hair on his forearm and down the length of his middle finger, "But I mean he is sitting there, naked, with a raging hard-on, hands cuffed behind his back." She lightly kneaded the inside of his muscular thigh, through the heavy khaki shorts, "Who wouldn't want to blow and fuck a guy in that position? That's damn sexy in any setting."

Chris swallowed the lump in his throat. He flicked on a blinker and changed lanes just to maintain a small focus on the road. The slight flush to her cheeks and the way her delectable cleavage peeked out of her shirt, and how she came ever so close to touching him how he craved, nearly drained every drop of blood from his brain.

"Especially," she said. "In a small cabin, by a beautiful lake."

"Damn it, I knew I forgot something,"

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure I can find something to tie you up with."

"And what makes you think I want to be bound to a chair naked, and let you have your way with me?"

Emma smoothed her palm over the rock hard column of flesh pressed tight against his zipper, "It would seem, that's exactly what you want."

A mixture of red hot desire and mischief danced in her honey eyes. "Take off your shirt," she commanded and held the wheel.

He reached behind his head and yanked the t-shirt off in one smooth motion.

"Now, unbutton your shorts and slid them over your fine ass."

He was helpless not to follow her order. The fiercest erection he could ever remember, sprung from the harsh confines and bounced against his stomach.

"Mmm, nice. Try and keep us on the road."

Chris thrust into her fist as she measured him with exquisite pressure that brought a thick bead of pre-come to the tip. She moistened the pad of her thumb with it, and swirled it around the unbearably sensitive head. Unlike most women who cold never find the right rhythm and pressure, Emma was so good with her hands it was almost like masturbating himself.

"Wait one sec." She sat up on folded knees, smiled at him, and quickly twisted her long dark hair into a messy knot.

Chris sucked in a sharp breath and nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of her hot mouth closing around the tip. Emma grasped him in one hand and made lazy wet circles around the ridge with her tongue. She grazed her soft moist lips down his entire length and licked along the vein of the underside, all the way back up. Despite his desperate hunger for urgency, she took her time. She licked, tasted and sucked as if she were a connoisseur of the male physique.

"Fuck me, Em," he panted. "That feels so fucking good." A deep groan Chris didn't even recognize as his own, echoed up to the ceiling. He moved his hips restively to keep from thrusting hard into her mouth and slid his hand over her back and shoulders.

Emma moaned around him taking him another inch down her throat as she gently cupped and tugged his balls.

He felt the welcomed pressure of his orgasm building, as sparks shot down his legs to the tip of his toes. His breath grew ragged as control was quickly escaping him. The sight of her head in his lap and her sucking sounds mixed with her soft moans, was too much. He frantically tried to redirect his attention to anything outside, the way the trees moved, the minivan with Arkansas license plate he was about to pass, the state trooper several cars ahead.

Chris swore under his breath, slowed from the zippy speed of ninety down to the acceptable seventy and reset the cruise control. He ignored the sign indicating their exit in one mile, and purposely drove right past it.

She wrapped her lips tighter around him and took him deep into her mouth. She traced the seam of his balls and pressed on the one spot he was helpless to resist. A deep groan of sheer ecstasy was pulled from his chest as he came in thick spurts against the back of her throat. She easily swallowed every drop.

"Christ Babe," he groaned as she slowly sat up in her seat. "That was fucking incredible. What got into you, you never swallow."

She took a pull from her stainless steel coffee mug, held it up in a toast and beamed at him, "Bourbon."

Chris tossed his head back and laughed flashing brilliant white teeth. "Here hold the wheel a sec." He pulled up his shorts and boxers and fastened the button. He snatched his shirt from behind her seat, quickly pulled it over his head and re took the wheel.

"I, um, missed our exit, so we'll have to circle back."

It was Emma's turn to laugh out right. "So you complain about not getting there in a timely fashion but then miss the exit?"

"You're as mad as a hatter," he teased. "If you think I'd turn onto an unpaved state road and risk amputation by teeth."

She quoted Alice in Wonderland, "The best ones usually are."

****

A short detour and a bumpy trek later, Chris and Emma discovered a gigantic, log cabin with a massive wrap around sun deck, and windows for the entire western facing front, standing proudly where five quaint little cabins formerly resided. The interior was just as impressive as the outside. It had four separate hotel rooms with their own bathrooms, a fully stocked gourmet kitchen and a warm, inviting central living space with a breathtaking view of the lake.

Chris was slightly disappointed they were not going to have a cabin to themselves, but Emma was ecstatic with the new retreat. She claimed it had the best of both worlds, rustic but modern, luxurious but cozy. They staked their claim on the bedroom at the back of the house, decorated with sensuous chocolates and warm caramels. Jillian and Brooke took the room diagonal from them.

Chris and Emma along with Jillian and Brooke had already shuffled through their different pairs of single riders and were now back to racing each other across the lake with doubles. When Matt, the twenty-one year old version of Chris, and his chef roommate Scott, arrived an hour later, the three women and Scott decided it was time to take advantage of the gorgeous sun deck.

Matt and Chris eagerly jumped on the skis and took off.

Half an hour later, Chris zoomed the green and white jet ski, into the tiny pier in front of the cabin, only a few short feet behind his younger brother.

"What took you so long, old man?" Matt called. "You can't beat me, I'm young and agile."

"It's not a land race asshole," Chris said. "I let you win."

They switched off the engines, tied the skis to the small dock and made their way up the short gravel path to the giant log cabin.

"Sure you did. You're just mad because I beat you fair and square." Matt punched his brother in the arm.

Quick as a whip, Chris ensnared his arm around Matt's neck, harshly ruffling his unruly blonde hair, "If by fair and square you mean ramming me on the turn, then yeah." He let go and playfully shoved him away. He dropped all playfulness out of his voice, "Stay away from Jillian, Matt. She's ten years older than you and married with three kids."

"So, she's hot and she likes me. Who cares if little wifey wants some side action. Obviously the hubby isn't satisfying her needs or he'd be here right now and not," Matt formed air quotes with his fingers, "caught up at work."

They reached the oversized sun deck, with Emma, Jillian, and Brooke offering themselves to the sun in royal purple, white with gold buckles and emerald green bikinis respectively. Matt's heavy set, bespectacled roommate Scott, sliced assorted fruit for the sangria at the outdoor kitchenette.

Emma pulled down her large, dark sunglasses, clearly raking her honey gaze up and down Chris and winked at him. "Mmm, I could eat you up."

Chris grinned and sat in the chair across from her, bare back to the afternoon sun.

"Thanks Em," Matt interrupted, his hand resting on the door handle. "You know, if my brother has gotten to old to keep it up for you, my services are always available. I can go all night baby."

Chris couldn't help but wonder if that comment was more for Jillian's benefit than Emma's as he took a long pull from Emma's ice cold beer.

Emma gave a little chuckle both at Chris helping himself to her drink and at Matt's retort, "Oh that's cute. But see, I don't have to give him an instructional manual to get me off. He has very imaginative ways to make me come."

Matt held up his hands in surrender, "Hey, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Newer is always better you know. I'm gonna grab us men a beer, you ladies want anything?"

"Hey," Scott said. "Grab some cups the sangria's ready."

Jillian smoothly got up from her chair and said, "I can help you Matt."

The four remaining passed around small talk until Matt and Jillian stepped back onto the deck, a minute longer than was necessary to get a couple of beers and cups.

"You got me thinking, Em." Matt said as he sat in a chair next to Chris with Jillian perched on his knee. "What's the dirtiest, kinkiest thing you guys have done?"

Emma pulled off her large sunglasses and feigned shock, "A lady doesn't kiss and tell. Why don't you direct that question to Jilli about her and her husband? Or did she fail to mention that little nugget of knowledge?"

Jillian gave her sister a positively lethal glare but made her voice as sweet as warm honey, "Brian and I have... an arrangement, he doesn't really ask, and I don't give any more details than necessary."

Matt gave his brother a very smug 'I told you so' look. "Come on Em, tell us," he prodded.

"Tell them about earlier Babe," Chris said with a devious grin.

Emma took the red plastic cup from Scott as he sat in the lounge next to Brooke. She shrugged as if what she was about to say were a common occurrence, "I gave him a blow job on the ride up here."

"It's not the most devious thing we've ever done," Chris said. "But it was crazy hot."

"I've been told I can give a great blow job." Jillian said proudly.

Emma snorted a laugh and nearly spit her sangria, "You would actually have to give them to be told that, Jilli. When's the last time Brian got one, his birthday last year?"

Jillian idly toyed with the back of Matt's unruly hair, "Maybe I like to make them special." She pinned her hazel eyes on her sister, "I don't just hand them out for free, like some of us here."

Matt perked up and teased, "You give out free blow jobs Em? Sweet, I can be ready in like two seconds."

Emma pointed at Chris and grinned, "He's the only one who gets freebies, just because I like to watch him squirm."

Chris suggestively raised his brows at his wife, the fresh memory of her swallowing throat as he came, made him shift in his seat.

Matt feigned hurt, "Damn, I was all set too."

Chris turned his attention to his brother, and away from how the dark purple fabric seemed to glow against her cinnamon/sugar sun kissed skin, and how it stretched over her full soft breasts seeming to cover and reveal all the same time. "What's yours Matt?"

"I had sex in a Mustang once," Matt said proudly.

Emma cocked an eyebrow at him, "That's it? Everyone's had sex in a car."

"Yes but," Matt replied. "I was driving. She was so horny, she just took off her pants and climbed on top of me and rode me like I was her Mustang." He flicked his eyes sky ward revisiting the memory, "First time I ever came inside a girl without a raincoat on." He dropped his gaze to the butterfly tattoo on Jillian's hip and traced the outline with his fingertip. "I like this. When did you get it?"

"When I was seventeen," Jillian said. "I snuck out one night and went with a bunch of friends and we all got tattoos." She slid her hazel eyes purposely over his dark swim shorts, "What about you? I don't see any adorning your sexy muscles. Are they hidden lower maybe?"

Matt gave a half grin, "Nah, I haven't found anything I want to get yet-"

Chris stopped listening to their siblings drivel and leaned back in the deck chair. His mind wandered to an image of Emma pinned beneath him, goosebumps erupting down her long legs, and the muscles of her smooth stomach twitching with anticipation, as he slid the cold steel of a blade under her bikini and cut it from her generous hips. He didn't know where that thought came from but was definitely going to do it the first chance he got.

He caught Emma lustily eyeing him. The way she dropped her eyes for a split second and the hint of pink blush of embarrassment in her cheeks brought a cocky grin to his face. He bent a finger in a 'come here' fashion.

Emma easily understood his silent command, and moved to his lap, draping her long legs over his muscular thigh and her arm around his massive, bare shoulders.

He brought his mouth millimeters from her ear and teased, "If I can make you come with just one finger, just think of what I can do with all ten." He squeezed the side of her ass for good measure, making her quietly giggle and squirm in his lap. He watched the lusty mischief dance across her beautiful face as she traced a fingertip around his nipple and in the ridges of his abs.

"Stop that," he whispered as she toyed with the line of hair just below his belly button. "You're putting me a very embarrassing situation."

"-Sex with another girl..." Brooke's statement snapped Chris's attention, like hearing one's own name in a crowded room. "While my husband watched."