So that is what happened the first night up at the cabin, right up until this point; standing in the bathroom, cum coating the inside of my boxers as I stare at my own reflection in the mirror.
What the fuck just happened? I wonder to myself, eyes wild and confused as my brain tries to process what exactly just occurred back in that room. Shaking my head side to side, I kick off my violated boxers and pull on a clean pair. I look back in the mirror at myself, the confused look slowly fading and being replaced by a cold one, my body finally realizing the temperature.
Grabbing my boxers from the floor and throwing them in the laundry hamper in the bathroom, I head out into the living room and the fire. Leaning forward by the fire place, I open the door and peer in, immediately seeing that it has been reduced to embers. I shake my head, turn around and head to the wood piled by the front door to grab a few pieces. I return to the fire and place the logs on the embers, stirring them around until they cause the dry wood to catch. My body is positively freezing at this point so I take a few moments to stand in front of the renewed flames, letting the heat wash over me and warm my core.
Finally warm once again, I turn around and head back to the bedroom and the confused emotions lingering in the back of my mind. Amber is my sister, and what she just did was wrong. But it felt so right. So, so right. I know that I am not supposed to feel this away about my own sister, but it is hard not to when you have an experience like I just did. With those confused emotions I walk into the pitch black room and feel my way around the bed. I pull the covers back and hear Amber stir slightly as I lay down, only to immediately jerk upwards and to the side.
What the fuck? I wonder to myself, hand rubbing my back and coming away wet and sticky. What the hell is that? as I place my hand flat on the bed and rub it along where I was just lying down. I immediately feel a large, and I mean very large, wet patch; not only wet, but sticky at the same time.
That couldn’t be mine, I’ve never cum that much before. And besides, I came all over my boxers. I reason with myself as I stick my finger back in it and bring it up to my nose, giving it a quick sniff. I recognize that smell. It takes me back to last summer and fingering my now ex-girlfriend.
My head jerks over to look at where Amber’s body is lying, my brain running a million miles an hour as I try to process this new information. No... she didn’t. There’s no way she would. There can’t be. Can there? questioning my own thoughts as I chase them. Unable to come up with any other conclusion, I find myself settling on the only logical explanation; while I was gone, Amber masturbated and came all over my side of the bed.
Reaching this conclusion and voicing it in my head has my cock hard all over again, once more sending all sorts of conflicting emotions through me. Reaching down to feel how big the wet spot is, I quickly come to the conclusion that I have two options to lay down; either right up against Amber and her ass again, or right on the very edge of the bed. Too confused and emotionally unstable to choose the former, I decide on the later and curl myself up on the edge of the bed, desperately wishing for sleep.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I wake up to sunshine and an empty bed. Looking around the room, I wonder to myself whether last night was all a dream. But, I quickly jerk the sheets back to look at the bed, immediately noticing the still damp patch directly behind me.
Nope. That was all real, Sam, I think, eyes going wide as I muster up the courage to get out of bed and face Amber and Mom.
I pull on my sweatpants and a big baggy sweater and head out into the kitchen, looking around for everyone. Amber and Mom are sitting side by side at the kitchen table working on a puzzle.
“Morning sleepy-head,” Mom teases me with a smile.
I am unable to tell, but I think Amber gives me a wink before mumbling, “Sleep well, Sam?” I do not even bother replying to her, unable to trust myself to form words around her at the moment.
I get out some cereal and eat it quickly before doing my teeth and grabbing my jacket. “I’m going to chop wood,” I announce to them and stomp out the door and into the crisp winter air. My boots crunching through the snow as I head out into the bush, eyes scanning the trees and limbs to chop down, I do my best not to think, rather just appreciating the nature around me. The sound of the woodpecker somewhere off to my right; the fresh tracks of a rabbit cutting across the trail in front of me. The sights and smells of the woods calming me and my racing mind, the work of cutting down a tree and chopping wood puts me in a better mood for my return to the cabin.
I return and grab the sled, marching back out to the wood I left chopped and stacked, loading it up and dragging it around back to pile up before returning indoors to the warmth of the fire. “Thanks, Sam,” Mom smiles at me from the table where they are still working on the puzzle. I smile back at her and sit by the fire, warming my fingers and toes before grabbing my book and reading.