Muskoka Ch.05

"Deb, you know they have cans for that, right?"

"Doesn't taste the same!" She was right about that.

We cooked up a storm of food, a vast array of breakfast items to sedate the hunger our hungover families would undoubtedly feel. The kitchen was quiet save for the sound of crackling bacon or a whirring mixer, a ding to let us know the waffles were done or our feet shuffling quickly between the fridge and the stove.

"So, how is the schooling going, anyway?" She asked me as I sliced into a mango, cutting out the core and setting it aside as I diced it into a handful of tiny pieces.

"Really well, as you can see." I pointed with the knife to the perfectly cut pieces of fruit on the cutting board.

"Wow, that's definitely worth paying thousands of dollars for."

"I'm learning other stuff, too." I moved on to the kiwi resting beside me and cut all the skin off to reveal the sour green center.

"Have you and Cassie talked about school at all?" Deb was beside me now, peeling apart an onion to add to the enormous amount of eggs being prepared behind us.

"No, we haven't had much time to talk." My heart stopped as soon as I said that sentence, and I saw Deb had stopped fiddling with the onion and was undoubtedly looking for a good response. "No, Deb I just meant-."

"I know what you meant, Garrett." I couldn't tell if she was angry or stunned, but either way she couldn't be taking this well. She went dropped the onion and moved on to a yellow pepper, slicing it open and removing the seedy core. "I was young once, too."

I waited for her to continue. "I see the way you two look at each other, I can tell there's something there. It takes a lot for my daughter to be comfortable with another person and for some reason she's herself when she's with you."

"We aren't together, or with, each other." How could I admit to having feelings for somebody I'd known my whole life? I was terrified I would be ostracized and we'd have to leave the cottage before I was ready to let Cassie go.

"Look," She dropped the pepper and turned to me, placing her hand on the top of my knife so I had to stop cutting. "I don't know what's going with you two, and if you don't want to tell me that's fine. Just don't hurt her, she's a good girl. She really likes you, and I think you're the perfect fit for her."

All my worries were gone and I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in. "Thanks, Debbie." She hugged me to calm my shaking hands.

"Careful, if you keep rattling like that you're gonna hurt yourself."

I was nervous the rest of the breakfast preparation would be awkward, but thankfully Deb was so positive that it was impossible to not join in her singing as we flipped her famous chocolate chip pancakes.

Just as we were wrapping up, Cameron emerged from his room with a look of utter dismay on his face. "Oh God, my head hurts. I need a drink!" He reached into the fridge but Deb stopped him and handed him a bottle of water.

"Water first, then breakfast, then drinking. Okay?" She lightly patted him on the cheek and kissed him. He only managed a groan as he went to sit on the couch.

Slowly, more and more people woke up and took their positions at either the couch, or in the kitchen helping us put the final touches on the food. Cassie was the last one up, receiving a cheer from her family as she entered the kitchen. "Boo, I hate all of you." Deb hugged her and handed her daughter a plate piled high with all the greasiest food we had made.

"Eat, sweetheart. You'll feel better."

We all grabbed seats around the feast that was nearly cascading over the table top. The bacon, a known hangover cure, was gone in seconds. Followed by the sausage and then the eggs and fruit. By the end of the meal and a couple Gatorades later, most of us were feeling good as new.

With our second winds guiding us, we made plans for the day. The girls took Jensen with them to town to get supplies, and fudge. Adam was treated to an "all-you-can-watch" TV marathon as a thank you for taking such good care of the kids while the rest of us had fun setting up a drinking game.

We set up for the popular drinking game "King's Cup" There was a cup set up in the middle of the patio table, surrounded by fanned out playing cards, and we all had a wide array of drinks surrounding us in preparation. The aim of the game wasn't really to drunk, but to make others drink and make fun of whoever was losing.

My Dad drew a card first and it came up as a 6: dicks. All the men had to drink and since we were all men, we all drank. "What do we do for the fours?" Kyle asked, drawing a 7 from the turned down deck and quickly pointing to the sky: heaven. The last one to point was the loser, which happened to be Cameron. I won't say what the four was supposed to indicate, but it rhymed with four and was the type of thing you yell at a girl if you're fixing for a smack.

He took a sip of his brew and answered Kyle; "We'll just drink anyway, for the fours." Demonstrating by pulling a four and nodding as he took a drink. "Yep, that's about right."

It was my turn to draw, and I pulled out a Jack. "Nice, rule maker."

"What?" My Dad didn't play this game very often.

"It means he can make up any rule he wants, and if we break it then we have to drink." Kyle sighed, knowing full well I was going to make the same rule I make every time.

"No swearing!" I declared, knowing that with alcohol and no kids around to censor themselves for, these guys would start spouting some creative slurs soon enough. It was just a waiting game until their drink count started piling up.

My Dad was back to drawing and he pulled a king, pouring a drinks worth of alcohol into the center cup. As luck would have it, Kyle also pulled a king and poured his drink into the cup, letting his golden Corona mix in with my dad's almost black Guinness. "That's gonna taste rancid." Cameron exclaimed, sipping his own beer to wash the imagined taste out of his mouth.

We pulled cards in our circle until we were at the last four cards, my Dad drawing his last one and praying it wasn't the final king. The beer in the middle cup had been tainted since the start, but got worse when Cam pulled the third king and insisted on filling his share with way too much vodka.

"Ha! Yes!" Dad threw down his card to reveal a 6, happily drinking along with the rest of us knowing he hadn't drawn the king.

Kyle was shaking a little in fear of drawing the dreaded card, and cheered when he saw he had pulled a 2, meaning he could assign a drink to anyone. He picked me, and I steadied myself, ready to possibly receive the king.

Cameron rested a finger on one card, but panicked and switched to the other. He raised it to his eye level and nearly screamed in joy when he saw it was nothing more than a Jack. "I don't even want to make a rule, I just wanna watch this." I played along and drew the card already knowing what it would be.

I threw the fourth and final king down on the table and angrily snarled at my competition, who had taken their comfy seats to watch me chug the swill that was presented to me. "Dad, I'm your son. You wouldn't make me do this, right?"

"There's no getting out of this one, kid. Enjoy your drink." He and Cam laughed at their perceived wit.

I pursed my lips and swallowed the drink before I had time to taste it, provoking "oh gross he really drank it" faces from my crowd. It truthfully wasn't that bad, but I put on a fake retching show to entertain the fans.

The women were just returning from town, sending a buzz of energy to our game table. "What are you guys playing?" Jensen inquired, shuffling around with the cards on the table.

"An adult game, buddy." Cam stood up and walked his son inside. "Kenny, swim?" He called from the kitchen.

My dad nodded. "For sure."

The two of them headed down to the water and I followed behind, wanting to do anything to get the obsession with Cassie off of my mind. We were quickly joined by the rest of the family, all excited to go swimming together.

Sophie and I jumped in first, hand in hand and screaming like banshees. We made a break for the water trampoline that sat further towards the middle of the lake. I let her climb up first, shivering in the chilly water and waiting until the ladder was clear.

The sun was beating down hard and scorched the water droplets off of me. We lay on the black mesh trampoline and warmed up from the cold lake water. The trampoline shook as Cassie popped her head over the side. I pulled her on board and Sophie jumped her sister, tickling her through shrieks.

Jensen climbed up behind her and I helped him up as well, thus filling most of the room on the water trampoline.

A Frisbee rocketed its way towards us and I snagged it just before it came into contact with Cassie's head. "Guess you owe me one, huh?"

"Oh, how shall I pay off my debt?" She winked and dove backwards into the lake.

We swam furiously, throwing the Frisbee around and stopping by the shore for just long enough to grab a drink. I eventually grew accustomed to the coldness of the water and it became more like a room temperature bath.

Kyle was bouncing his siblings off the side of the trampoline, sending them howling in fits of laughter over the edge. The dads were taking turns trying to see who would be the first to knock a beer can off a metal pole in the sand, while the moms stuck with sunbathing and reading magazines.

We were at the lakeside for hours, building sand castles and playing with the shoreline until it was nearing lunchtime.

Cassie and I had taken out the paddleboat, dressed in swimming suits in case we fell in, and were exploring more of the lakeside, idly drifting by all the different cottages that dotted the side of the water.

"I really like it out here." Her eyes were drawn to the landscape that ran parallel to our miniature boat. "It feels like if we disappeared, nobody would even know, you know?"

"Sort of." I held her hand as we chugged along the waterfront before reaching a tiny bay where no cottages had been built. Only a vast army of trees peppered the lakeside, stretching out over the water like nature's sky scrapers.

As soon as we were deep enough into the bay, Cassie's hands magnetized themselves between my legs.

"Cas, are you sure?"

"Nobody ever comes around here." She sounded confident enough for both of us.

She expertly fished my dong out of my shorts and proceeded to pump the length of my cock until I was dribbling enough precum for her to use it like light lube, moistening the veiny shaft and spitting into her hand to rub in the makeshift lubricant.

A long trail of spit was connecting Cassie's lips to my rod, glistening saliva that was begging to be slurped up. She followed through on the begging sand sucked down the strand of spit and precum, swallowing happily and continuing her fisted assault on my dick.

My balls were tightening and crying out for release, only calming down when Cassie wrapped her free hand around the bulging sack, digging her thumb against the base of my cock and dragging her nails over the fleshy surface.

The redness in the head of my cock was increasing, making it look like Cassie was wrapping her tiny little hand around a glistening, pulsing, scarlet coloured gemstone. Trying desperately to get the perfect amount of shine on the jewel beneath her fingers, she kept up her stroking pattern until I thought I was seeing stars.

Looking back on it, I wouldn't say we made the smartest of decisions. But I was too horny to be thinking like a logical adult; all I wanted was pussy. And I wanted it NOW.

Luckily, Cassie was a devious little minx and had already decided that there was no way I was getting back to shore without taking care of the ever-hungry cum dumpster that lay waiting for me.

With my head rolled back, I hadn't even noticed her moving until she was straddling me, facing me and planting a big kiss on my forehead. She stretched the swimsuit away from her slit and exposed me to the sticky peach that was drifting mind-numbing aromas towards me.

I felt her rubbing her wetness against me, grinding down and letting my suspense build up before she actually let me slip inside her achingly tight tunnel. Her tits were practically spilling out of her top, needing only a pull with my teeth to pop them out entirely. She gasped at the reveal but was silenced as my tongue flicked across the bumpy pink nubs, rolling them around my mouth and sucking on the small buttons.

I wasn't even inside of her yet, but just remembering exactly how tight and wet she was got my heart pumping blood to my cock.

By now, I could tell she was growing just as impatient as I was, based on her hurried breathing and sped up strokes across my penis. "I'm ready now." She rushed the words from her throat and grabbed a fistful of my t shirt as she drove her hips downwards, encasing my entire shaft in creamy, buttery heaven. Her frothy, sticky glue was basting my throbbing erection in waves of heat and syrup.

My cock was being tightly held in the confines of her vagina, digging deep down to reach her most intimate places, prompting a choppy gasp from her as I spread every damn inch of her.

She was supported on her knees, bouncing with her kitten swallowing my smooth, hard pole with minimal effort. The cream we were mixing up was bubbling inside her tight pussy, lathering up her bumpy insides for my cock to rub across.

Cassie composed herself enough to give the lake a quick glance to make sure we weren't being watched, but somehow I don't think she would have cared if they were. Something about her palms clamped tightly over my shoulders told me that it would take the force of an explosion to stop her from milking my veiny, straining erection.

I locked my hands behind her back, giving her lifting support so she could rise up to the very tip of my eager member, only to drop back down and suck me down to the sweet, nectar flowing centre.

Our bodies fell into a steady rhythm of fucking, with her happily taking me to the hilt with every bounce and me happily filling her with cock. "Oh fuck, you feel amazing." She whispered to me, using her left hand to rub her clit, her right hand digging into my shoulder with intensity.

The deep, humid confines of her pussy were licking the head of my dick every time I bottomed out, taking a taste of my precum just before I slipped back out of the constricting tunnel.

Her juices were starting to steadily drip onto my legs, getting our bodies drenched in her mess. The sounds of wet skin on skin slapping against each other was enough to bring my balls to a boil, with just barely enough time to warn Cassie. "Uh, Cas. I'm gonna-."

"Shhh," She kissed me and bit my lip, pulling it with her teeth as lightly as she could considering she was being bounced around like a rubber ball. "I know, baby. Fill me up." Cassie swirled her hips in a violent circular motion, whipping her ass around and shaking it to keep my dick inside of her. To finish me off, she clenched down at the head of my cock and slowly lowered herself down while keeping their airtight seal around me, letting the tight ring of her pussy squeeze the cum up from my balls.

I groaned as I let go and dumped what felt like my fiftieth load into Cassie's desperate kitty. She stood up and fitted her bottoms back around her bulging mound, leaking drips of cum out of the edges. "Whenever shall I get enough of that cock?" She cooed as she scooped a gob of cum from her oozing creampie and slurped it up.

"Probably around the same time I get tired of that incredible spot you've got between your legs: never." I pulled her down to me and she fell into my lap, sitting her bum squarely onto me and swinging her legs over to my side. We kissed and I tasted pure desire, a woman who could never get enough of the one thing every guy thought about (allegedly) every 7 seconds.

In my post-orgasm moment, I realized our weekend together was coming to a close and I was truly dreading the goodbye. I used every ounce of my strength to push the terrible reality from my mind, focusing on the last little bit we had left. I was desperate to ask Cassie what she thought about us, and how she felt about me in a way other

than sex.

All my life I've been afraid of rejection, and have had it thrown my way too many times to just man up and ask her to be mine. I know, something children do on Valentine 's Day and I can't even bring myself to do it. I'm literally more cowardly than a child. Awesome.

Something inside my stomach was telling me to hope for the best, but expect the worst. I had an uneasy feeling that I quickly wrote off when I remember that Cassie still had a surprise for me.

A red surprise, my favourite colour of all, on my red head princess, my favourite girl of all time.