Chapter 1
Every year my mother, sister and I all went to our grandparent’s cabin in the woods just after Christmas to remove ourselves from all the materiality in the world now. Don’t get me wrong, we were materialistic as well, we just like to reconnect with nature and remind ourselves where we came from. Our great-great-great grandfather was a frontiersman in North America during the late 1700s and it was his land that the cabin was built on.
It was a very simple cabin, made of logs, wood fire heating, on a well and no cellphone service. The interior consisted of a simple living room furnished with worn leather furniture, a bear skin rug and landscape paintings on the walls. The kitchen had a propane stove top, faded white porcelain sink and an old-fashioned fridge that only got stocked when being used. If one were to head down the only hall, they would find a bathroom on their left. There was nothing special there; typical sink, toilet, tub/shower combination.
On the right, there were two bedrooms, my mother’s room, a four-poster queen bed, wicker chair tucked into the corner and an old chest of drawers for clothing. The other bedroom is the one that my sister and I have shared. It is similar to my mother’s room, four-poster bed, twin though, and two chest of drawers, one for the each of us.
My sister and I would share the bed, which was perfectly fine when we were younger, but as we grew up and matured it started getting more and more awkward. It had not been too bad the last few years because my sister had been missing the trips due to school. This year though, Amber was able to join us for the trip and it made me nervous beyond belief to share a small twin bed with her once more.
Amber was twenty-one and two years older than me, a bubbly redhead with freckles dotting her nose and cheekbones. She had the most piercing green eyes I have ever seen and her nose has one of those cute little upticks at the end. The best word to describe her body would be, tight. She received a scholarship to Michigan State for pole vaulting and has kept herself in incredible shape through her training and her personal fitness brand. Her breasts are 34B and her ass is a defined swell, tight and perky, very slim hips, but they add just the right amount of curve to her figure.
Myself, on the other hand, am just your average guy all around. Messy brownish/red hair with dark eyes, a slim figure as well, with a wiry strength. The only thing that separates me from your average person along the street is my mind and my slightly above average dick sitting at 7 inches. I received a full ride scholarship to Yale for economics and joined the rowing team during my first year there, which slowly evolved my body from being geeky to having a wiry strength.
My mother, Ann Marie, was forty-seven; a widower. My father died in the line of duty as a firefighter when I was ten. She had the deep red hair and the freckles similar to my sister, but more of a flared nose. She worked as a bank manager and did an amazing job of looking after my sister and I following my father’s passing. Her figure was more full and curvy after having two kids. Her 32C breasts were no longer perky, but sag a little and her hips are wider than Amber’s.
The trip this year began like every other one before it; three and a half hours jammed into the silver Hyundai Elantra hatchback as it drove into the Appalachian Mountains. We slowly lost cellphone service and rose in elevation and snow accumulation. We then turned onto the partially hidden and snowed-in 5 mile driveway, the car sluggishly pushed its way to the locked up cabin.
My mother turned and looked at the two of us as she turned the car off, “we’re here,” a big smile painted across her face; she always loved coming to the cabin. The three of us disembarked from the car, stretching out and pulling our hats down further against the biting wind. I circled to the back, opened the trunk and grabbed our bags, taking them inside after my mother unlocked the door. Amber grabbed all of the cleaning supplies that were needed to make the cabin liveable once more, and I headed back outside for the cooler with all the food needed for the long weekend.
Once the car was unpacked I left the two girls scrubbing down all of the surfaces, stocking the fridge and airing out the bedrooms. I headed to the little wood shelter around the back of the cabin and checked on our stockpile. Most of it still looked dry, which was a better start than the year before, so I grabbed an armload and headed back inside. Once there I began to get the fire going and chased the chill from the corners of the cabin. When the fire was blazing and I was able to feel my frozen toes again, I went back outside for a second armful of wood to store just inside the door to keep the fire going throughout the afternoon and evening. I was then the lucky one put to work in cleaning out the bathroom.
Once we had the cabin in living order again and got all of our food packed away we all settled down in the living room around the fire. Amber created her fitness schedule for the next month, Mom read her favourite book, Pride and Prejudice, and I settled in with Machiavelli’s The Prince. We all got lost in our own little worlds for a while until the grumbling of my stomach cut through the silence and we shared a laugh before heading into the kitchen to make up some dinner. It was amazing how easily we had slipped into the familiar routine of things even though Amber had not been around for the past few years.