Muskoka Ch.02

READ PART 1 FIRST! Or don't, I really can't stop you, can I?



The rest of the night was a bit of a blur.

I had just received the best blowjob of my life, given to me by a girl I never thought I'd even be lucky enough to kiss. There wasn't any energy left in my body for me to stand up, so I lay silently on the futon in awe of the events that just took place.

Cassie's hand reached for me and I instinctively took it, pulling myself to my feet and both of us making our way into the dining room for dinner.

Every so often she would shoot me a teasy look, some times more inquisitive than others. She was sitting across from me, still in her low cut pink tank top, and her perky tits weren't letting me forget it as they played hide and see with my over enthusiastic gaze. My eyes were nailed to her body, unable to tear myself away for long enough to even take a bite of whatever food was in front of me.

Somebody said my name and I snapped out of my daydreaming. "What?" my voice sounded just as lost as my mind felt.

"I said can you pass me the peas?" My mom had her hand outstretched and was snapping at me for the plate of green peas in front of me.

"Oh, right. Sure."

"Something on your mind, bud?" Cameron managed to spit out between mouthfuls of roast beef and gravy.

I shook my head and turned my attention back to my plate. I had loaded it up with mashed potatoes and was trying to keep myself busy by playing with them, letting my brain wander back to the fantastic blowjob I'd been given just minutes ago.

Her mouth was so incredibly wet, like a pot of warm honey, and her hands had the softness of a freshly wasted blanket. It had been like having my dick surrounded by a furnace that didn't want to let me go. I felt myself starting to get hard again, but was too involved with playing out the scene again in my head to care.

Cassie noticed me spacing out, and I felt her foot make its way up my leg and between my legs. I matched her gaze and clenched my jaw, too eager to let the situation to unfold to stop it. Her toes pushed against my dong and kneaded it like dough.

I felt like putty at her disposal, while she somehow kept a calm demeanour and continued to pick away at her meal.

"You two are awfully quiet, for a couple of drunks." My brother chimed in, making Sophie and Jensen bust out laughing. I'm not entirely sure they got the joke, but they wanted my brother to like them so they laughed at almost anything he said.

"We aren't drunk." I shot back at him, venom in my voice. The dinner table wasn't where I wanted to be, I wanted to be in the back room with Cassie pinned against the window, pounding her from behind as hard as I could, kissing her neck, pulling her hair, making her ass jiggle like a bowl of untouched Jell-o.

The voices around the table eventually ceased, and it was decided that the kids would be put on clean up duty as the adults went for a walk in the forest down the road. "We'll be back in about an hour, that should give you time to clean up." Debbie was struggling to get her shoes on, and I was grateful that she wasn't going to be driving any time soon.

"Deb, you booze hound, get your flip-flops on and get outside." My mom teased her, pushing her jokingly towards the door so hard she nearly fell over in a fit of laughter.

Soon the house was quiet, save for the sounds of plates and cutlery clanging together as we cleaned and put them away. Adam had taken the kids outside to keep them out of our way and Kyle, being the lard that he is, had taken control of the couch and TV. His face was buried in a magazine with such determination that when we called his name he couldn't even manage a response. "He's out of it," Cassie explained. "He won't even acknowledge your existence until he's done."

"Probably still drunk, too." I laughed, whistling at Kyle to no response. "Fantastic."

I felt two hands wrap around my waist as I continued to wash the dishes, two hands I would have much rather felt somewhere else on me. Her lips pressed against the back of my neck and shivers shot through my body in waves. The dishes in my hand nearly fell to the floor when she leaned in close to my ear and whispered to me, "I think somebody has a favour they need to return."

"Gladly." My voice wasn't the same weak sound it had been earlier that day. I had new confidence and was dying to put it to the test. Taking her hand, we walked to her bedroom and shut the door, effectively sealing us off from the rest of the world. No amount of liquor could calm my nerves in this moment.

Fighting through the butterflies erupting in my stomach, I took her by the waist and pulled her close to me, causing a small gasp to escape her lips that I silenced with a kiss. I felt her let go of a soft moan as our mouths connected.

I picked her up off the floor and her legs instinctively wrapped around my back, locking tightly. My hands kept her suspended, grabbing a handful of her firm, juicy bum. She squealed lightly as I played with her bottom, squishing the unbelievably smooth skin under my fingertips. I timed the movement of my fingers with my kisses, poking my tongue against her lips, inviting myself in.

She welcomed me with enthusiasm and put her hands on my face as we passionately traded tongues in her bedroom. Her top had been pulled down enough to expose her bra covered breasts, shaking back and forth as I moved us against the wall and pinned her to it. Her breathing increased with mine as I let my hands go off her butt and moved them to her bra.

"Take my shirt off first, you goof." Her words were filled with desperation and a hint of playfulness. I obliged, and pulled the pink top off her slender form. Throwing it onto her bed, I moved my hands back to her bra and, after a few failed tries, managed to get it undone. It fell to the ground and I had my first clear look at the topless red haired princess straddling me.

Her nipples were the same pink colour I remember from the hot tub, maybe even darker. They were harder than I thought possible, sticking out a half inch from her chest. My hands found their way to the pink nubs and I rolled them between my fingers, enticing a moan from her. I took the mounds of boob in my hand and played with them as rough as she could handle, letting little whimpers out of her mouth as my lips closed around her nipples and lightly dragged my teeth across the surface. My tongue flicked them and sucked lightly until they were shining with spit. I blew cold air on them, making Cassie clench around me and tighten the grasp her legs her on my waist.

She pulled my shirt off in a fury, desperate to get her hands on my chest. Her chest pushed up against mine as our tongues dances together, exploring each other like strangers in a new land.

Returning my hands to her ass, I slipped two of my fingers under her shorts to get a full grasp on nothing but her naked skin.

Her hands were a storm tangled in my hair, pulling as we ravaged each other as much as two people can with half their clothes on. Finally, she unlinked her legs and stepped onto the ground, legs quivering a little as she pulled me over to her bed. I took her hand and pulled her against me again, picking her up and carrying her to the bed before gently tossing her onto it.

I kissed up her legs, letting the smooth surface touch my lips for only a second before I planted another kiss higher up her body. Reaching her shorts, I unbuttoned them and pulled them down to reveal a black, lace pair of underwear. She arched her back to make it easier for me to get her completely naked.

I got between her legs and slid my hands under her bum, lifting her up so my mouth could reach her dripping wet honey pot, sweet smells begging me to taste her. My tongue traced it's way up and down her slit, slowly opening her to my advances.

She was squirming trying to get my tongue to be more forceful, but I wanted to take my time. My tongue inched its way towards her clit, noticeably aroused and aching to be licked. She was practically radiating heat, juices flowing freely and sticking together in strands when I spread her lips apart to get to her nectar. Starting at the opening to her tunnel, I brushed my tongue through her sopping wet, plump pussy. My tongue circled around her clit as I brought up one hand and slid a finger inside of her, slowly letting the heat of her tight peach cover my finger.

She had a handful of bed sheets and was pulling them tightly as I flicked against her engorged nub, spreading her open enough to fit a second finger inside of her.

"Oh god, Garrett please." She was whimpering, and I wasn't about to stop. I dug in deeper with my tongue, causing her to lock her legs around my head and pull me in tighter. I could hardly breathe but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't heavenly. Her labia was smashed against my mouth and the thin line of dark red hair running up from her slit was burrowed against my nose, tickling me every time I tried to readjust myself.

My lips formed a tight seal around her nub and I sucked as lightly as I could while pushing two of my fingers inside of her as deep as possible, rubbing across the roof of her vagina as I withdrew them until my fingers reached her g-spot.

I felt her convulse around my fingers and I did everything I could to suck harder on her button until I felt a wave of juices against my tongue.

My tongue darted across her clit and I dug against her inner pleasure button. Her mouth hung open and she was trying her best to breathe, but all that happened was her body locking up and shaking like a leaf as an orgasm rocked her like a tornado. I didn't let up my assault on her as my fingers continued to rub inside her sticky pussy, letting her ride her orgasm as long and hard as she could.

My mouth was savouring the flavours she was pouring out and I lapped up every last drop, kissing her kitten as she settled down out of her blissful haze. I couldn't help but gaze in wonder at the wondrous sight in front of me; sprawled out on her back was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen.

Her autumn hair scattered and tangled over her pillow, hands resting in bunches of sheets. Her steady breathing was matched with the barely visible rising and lowering of her chest, making her breasts fall to the sides of her chest. The hair on her peach was glistening with honey, making it stand out that much more.

I slid up beside her and rested my hand on her stomach, pulling a blanket up over her to keep her naked body warm. We lay there for a couple minutes with her drifting in and out of consciousness, and me wide awake and horny. I spent most of my time lying there thinking about whether or not it would be creepy to fix my "issue" while she was sleeping beside me, and I decided that something like that was too serial killer-esque for my tastes.

I kissed her cheek and savoured the feeling of her exquisitely polished skin, sighing as I stood up and made my way towards the door. Not wanting to wake her, I made sure my footsteps were silent as possible when I started to sneak out of her room.

Something was drawing me towards her closet, and knowing she was awake was all the confirmation I needed that I should follow my craving to investigate.

The room was basked in pale moonlight, seductively coating the walls in blueish white reflections and shadows, giving me just barely enough help in guiding myself to the closet. I opened it and saw nothing special, besides some dresses that I would've killed to see her wearing.

I'm a dress guy, so much so that it's almost more exciting for me to have sex with a girl in a dress than a girl who's naked. Something about the wildly passionate elements of not even having time to get undressed before our bodies connected was intriguing to me.

My eyes wandered her closet freely as I took in every part of her wardrobe, looking for every possible excuse to stay in her bedroom, hoping she'd wake up before I left.

Instead, I was treated to something far more unexpected; under the shelves on the wall I saw something reflective sticking out enough to catch my attention. It looked like it warranted an investigation, and besides, who was gonna tell me not to? I'd just had my tongue stuck inside of this girl, I didn't think there was much she'd want to hide from me.

My hands took hold of the item and pulled it loose, sending a pile of clothes toppling onto the floor where they knocked over a bottle of perfume. The air around me became still as I waited to see if I'd awoken her from her coma, but I was in the clear. "Who keeps their room this messy, anyway?" I whispered to myself.

Opening the book brought more surprises to me that I thought it could have. Flipping through the pages, I realized that Cassie wasn't just hooking up with me because she was drunk and horny. Every page was filled with pictures of her friends, some of whom I'd met and talked to, like Maddie and Lisa, both sweet girls. But what stood out to me the most was the amount of pictures I was in.

Throughout the album I had a few appearances peppered in, the occasional bon fire or us swimming together.

I never really noticed how often she was taking pictures of us together, or how many pictures of the two of us even existed. The heartbeat in my chest was beating quicker with every photo of us, and it only got faster when I reached the page dedicated to her and me.

Our names lined the top of the page, written in blue pink that had a hint of glitter in. All down the page were Polaroid images of us together at one of her swim meets, the first time she won a gold medal for her event, or us having a water balloon fight two summers ago. My favourite one was the photo that closed our two pages, and I took a long time to admire it.

We were both sitting in deep wooden chairs, the same ones surrounding the fire pit outside. The picture had been taken from behind us, so I don't even remember it happening. We were clinking glasses and our hands were touching, which is the exact area she had chosen to draw a heart around our bottles and hands, with the word 'always' written in red felt marker.

My heart was singing to me as I took in the other phrases from our section of her secret book, things like 'the brightest nights outshine the darkest days' and 'smiles fades away, but true hearts stay.' Corny stuff, I know, but that was what I loved about Cassie.

I slid the book back under the remaining pile of clothes and tiptoed out of her room, afraid to wake her and have her ask about the book. An irrational fear, I know, considering that at the time I had no idea she had been watching me read through her memories.

The hallway floor creaked under my feet as I headed for the living room, passing the kid's room where I saw them covering Adam in tape and glue.

His eyes pleaded for help but I knew he was enjoying the attention.

Kyle was on the couch still, engrossed in his magazine. He finished it and stretched his arms towards the ceiling. I sat down beside him and sunk into the brown leather couch he was seated on. "Sup, guy." He said in a tired voice.

"Nothin much man, just looking for something to waste time with."

"I got just the thing!" the excitement in his voice was palpable, and it carried over to me like a disease. Not knowing what to expect, I must admit I was a bit disappointed to see him pull out two Xbox controllers and toss one to me. "Nobody ever plays with me except Jensen and he's trash at these games."

"Yeah it's almost like he's a child or something." That got a good chuckle out of him. It could've been an arrogant scoff, but I choose to believe I made him laugh. "I'm only willing to play if you're willing to get your ass handed to you."

Sophie and Jensen burst into the living room and took up the rest of the space on the couch, both grabbing the controllers that lay on the table.

"We want to play." They exclaimed simultaneously, the way only kids can.

Kyle scoffed again. "Only if you wanna get your-". I shot Kyle a glare. "Um, nevermind yeah you guys can play."

"How about the three of us against you?" I didn't have much interest in winning anyway, I just wanted time to pass so Cassie would wake up. Besides, this might be a good way to finally get these kids to not hate me for no reason. I mean, it's not like I was fucking their sister or anything.

"Sure rico, but only if you wanna get-"

"Kyle shut up." I snapped, to which the kids replied with gleeful chirps of laughter. I think they just liked hearing somebody talk back to their brick shit hose of a brother. "What are we playing?" I have average experience with video games, but I'm not gonna pretend I'm a legend or anything.

The game started up and my question was answered for me: Madden 2014. Sophie let out an upset wail, followed by some partially unintelligible mumbles about how stupid football is.

Just as our match started, the adults returned from their walk and filled the rest of the seats around the living room, pouring their attention into our game.

"Where's your brother?" My mom asked me, half her attention devoted to watching our pathetically one-sided match.

"Shower." Sophie and Jensen answered together. Kind of weird how they keep managing to do that.

"And Cassie? Where's she?"

"She's sleeping, I put her down about ten minutes ago. Poor girl has seen more sober nights." I answered without letting my eyes leave the screen.

"That's my girl!" Cameron cheered.

For the next hour or so we were cheered on as the Seahawks fought bravely against the Raiders, but Kyle still managed to come out on top yet again with a final score of 81-7. "I told you guys," he stretched his hands to the ceiling and yawned sarcastically. "I'm the best there is at this game."

"Well, I think it was close enough to call it a tie." Cameron jumped in. "Speaking of ties, who's up for a bonfire?"

My dad turned to his friend and gave him a wickedly confused look. "Cam that doesn't make sense." But his words were drowned away by the easily excitable screams of young children who are promised a pit of fire.

I heard the floorboards creak and somehow knew it was her. My head whipped around and I saw Cassie standing in a big sweater that covered any shorts she may or may not be wearing. "Hey, Cas." My voice was unsteady, but I didn't let that deter me from talking. "How was your nap?"

She groaned and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. "Too long, made me grumpy." I don't know if you've ever heard a five sarcastic moans erupt at the same time, but the volume and near perfect harmony of the Kellys was enough to take me by surprise. "Shut up, you goons." Cassie walked to the couch and sat down beside me, shoving Sophie out of the way.

"You up for a bonfire, sweetheart?" Deb kissed Cassie's head and stroked her hair, trying to coax the drunken girl from her stupor. All she received was a nod, but that was enough to get Cam to head to the pit and start burning stuff. My dad followed him with a beer in each hand. The crowd dwindled down until it was just Cassie and me sitting on the couch.

She was slumped against me and had her hands resting against my arm, holding on to me for dear life. I ran my nails across her knee and it made her giggle. "Come on, loser," I stood up and

pulled her with me. "Let's go burn nature."

The fire was crackling with life and throwing waves of heat in all directions, helping us fight against the cool breeze that came with summer nights. Little fireflies were buzzing in circles around the campfire, mixing in with the bright orange embers being shot into the air.

I sat in silence watching Sophie help Jensen roast a marshmallow, both of them having trouble standing too close to the heat without laughing like maniacs and running back into the cool night air to settle them down again.