Mark pulled his car up into the driveway and found the minivan already packed and ready to go. It always surprised him how much stuff seemed to be required for his family's monthly vacation up the cabin. He wondered how much of all the stuff in those bags would ever get unpacked. He walked inside the front door and was greeted by a voice from the kitchen.
"I've already packed for the trip. Let's eat a quick dinner and get on the road. I can hardly wait to get up there." The excitement in his wife's voice was obvious and brought a smirk to Mark's face.
Mark's wife poked her head out of the dining room and beckoned him in. Mark's teenage daughter and son were already seated at the table patiently waiting and Mark took his place at the head of the table and spoke quietly.
"Son, would please say grace tonight?"
His son Michael closed his eyes and obediently bowed his head and began giving thanks.
"Heavenly Father, thank you for this beautiful day and this wonderful bounty which lay before us. Bless that it will nourish our bodies and minds. Bless us as we drive up to Grandpa's cabin and keep us safe during our journey. We say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen."
"Thank for that prayer Michael." Mark looked lovingly at his family and felt that all was right with the world. As a member of the Bishopric in his LDS Ward, he had to listen to many of his church member's difficulties day after day. But today he could forget those responsibilities and instead revel in the great joy that his family gave him. His family had none of the problems that he was often asked to deal with. His lovely daughter Maddy was in her junior year of high school. She was warm hearted, very open, although she had a penchant for theatrics which she inherited from her mother who was a drama teacher at the local community college. But aside from acting in most of the school plays, most of her theatrics were kept within the confines of their house and she was content to spend a great deal of time with the family and to stay out of trouble. Unlike so many of the youth that Mark met with, Maddy seemed confident and happy. His son Michael, one year older than Maddy, was also a fine young man. He was a robust and strong. He was also compassionate and quite spiritual. Everyone felt that Michael was like his father in so many ways it was uncanny. Finally Mark smiled at his lovely wife. No man could have been happier with a woman than Mark was with Evelyn. They were indeed soul mates. Mark felt joy in his heart and it swelled with pride as they quickly raced through their supper, cleared the dishes and then piled into the van for a much needed weekend away from Ward duties.
It was a long 3 hour drive up into the distant Uintas outside of Salt Lake. Evelyn's father whom everyone affectionately called "Grandpa", had a cozy old cabin on 70 acres which butted up to National Forest land. The family made an effort to visit at least once a month because the privacy it provided was cherished. After an hour had elapsed winding up the canyon roads, Mark looked in his rear view mirror. Maddy and Michael each had their iPod headsets in place and were apparently dozing while listening to music. Evelyn seated next to him, had likewise lain her head against a pillow and was napping for the rather long drive. Mark looked at Evelyn and began to feel aroused. This was not unusual. The stiffness in his crotch was common place and he liked to think of himself as blessed that his sexual inclinations were so strong, although, they often occurred at moments when he was not able to act on them. Mark looked again in the mirror to insure that his children were still asleep and cast a quick glace at his dozing wife. And then he nimbly unzipped his pants and freed his swollen cock from its confines and began to stroke it. The sheer naughtiness of his marginally discreet actions added to his excitement.
Evelyn stirred and opened her eyes and looked over at her husband's hand bouncing in his lap and smiled. As mentioned earlier, Mark had married well. He and Evelyn were alike in so many ways and they both shared an enormous appetite for the flesh. She looked over her shoulder at the children and when she was assured that they were both quietly self absorbed, she removed her husband's hand from he cock and leaned over and quietly took his manhood into her mouth.
In spite of their best efforts to be silent, the activities in the front seat did not go unnoticed and after some time, Michael opened his eyes in the back seat and noticed his mother's head was missing from view and he located it spanning the opening between the captains chairs where it was bobbing in his father's lap. A subtle smile crossed his lips and he sat back to enjoy the show. He thought briefly to himself how few parents would dare such behavior in front of their kids and also considered how many children would be reviled by such behavior in their parents. But neither was the case in the Lund family. Michael instead began to feel his own cock swelling as he enjoyed his parents little show, for he, like his father, had grown to have an equally ravenous sexual energy. He likewise removed his swollen cock from his pants and began to stroke himself and finally he nudged his sister Maddy and pointed at the front seat after she opened her eyes. He then pointed at his own swollen cock. Maddy broke the silence.
"For crying out loud. We aren't even up the cabin yet. Can't anyone keep their pants on for more than an hour around here?"
Michael laughed at his sister. "Oops. I am sorry to have disturbed you. I saw that Mom and Dad were a little excited for the weekend and obviously I am looking forward to it and I just thought you might want be be part of it too."
Maddy huffed. "I'm sorry, I was just beginning to doze off I guess. Oh here, let me help you with that."
Maddy replaced her brother's hand with her's and continued the steady stroking while Michael began to unbutton his sister's shirt.
The car raced down the lonely two lane road. The traffic was very light, but Mark was none the less thankful for the tinted windows in his mini-van. He glanced in the rear view mirror to watch as Maddy mounted her brother and skillfully guided his cock into her pussy and then lowered herself down onto her brother's lap. The erotic sight heightened his own excitement and before long, he was spurting his cum within Evelyn's mouth which she swallowed obligingly until every last drop was removed.
As Mark's erection subsided, for a brief moment his head cleared as was often the case following his orgasm. He looked again in the rear view mirror and felt a tiny pang of guilt as he watched his own son fuck his daughter. He knew it was not normal. He knew the church forbade such behavior. But the pang was short lived as he saw his daughter open her blouse wider so Michael could suck the small nipples on her firm, young breasts and with that erotic image in his mind, the guilt left as quickly as it came.
Evelyn was less inclined toward any feelings of guilt. As her daughter began to huff loudly and grimace with joy each time her hips dropped onto her brother's cock, Evelyn smiled as she recalled her children's feelings towards sex only a couple of years ago. it was remarkable how things had changed. Mark had just finished cumming, her daughter and son were in the back seat fucking and by the sounds of things were fast approaching their own climax. Evelyn had yet to get her own release, but she settled back and decided to be patient. They were not far from the cabin. That magical cabin where all this began only a couple of years ago.
***
The Lund's did not come from money, but they were lucky by way of providence to have a lovely small cabin sitting on 70 acres of land which had been in the Lund family for nearly 80 years. The cabin actually belonged to Evelyn's father or "Grandpa" as he was affectionately called. But it was now shared between Evelyn and her brother Bob due to Grandma and Grandpa's untimely passing.
An hour later Maddy and Michael were asleep in the car as it pulled up to gate which barred the primitive road. Mark unlocked the padlock on the gate and pushed it back and drove the car in and closed the gate and locked it behind him. The late evening Utah shadows streamed through the thick pine trees as they drove down 1/4 mile road to the cabin. The brakes on the van squeaked slightly as it came to a stop in front of the old homestead.
"We're home!" Mark announced and his family slowly emerged from the van and admired the large wrap around porch which was probably the cabin's most impressive feature. The porch was almost as large as the cabin itself and was covered giving the impression that the cabin was much larger than it really was. Most of the porch was open with a large split rail at its edge. Part of the porch was partially enclosed and screened in and in that portion were many chairs and even a bed which was used often on warm nights. Michael, perhaps more than anyone else in his family, felt particularly at home there. The wrap around porch with views down the hillside into the national forest that abutted, never grew old to him. Of course, the privacy the place afforded was something special as well.
"I hope you're not tired." Evelyn winked suggestively at her husband. "Everyone has been taken care of but me and Mommy wants some attention."
Mark unlocked the door and looked in at the small but charming interior. The log cabin was very rustic but had been updated over the years. It had a single modest room which had a kitchen, dining space and living area. Attached to this space were 2 bedrooms separated by a bathroom. The appointments were those one would expect to find in such a rustic structure. A leather couch and two chairs faced a table which had a fairly new TV set on top. Besides the DVD player, there also was an old VCR which was probably 20 years old. Next to the table was an old style VCR camera on a tripod which had been used to document all the special family occasions and a pile of old video tapes lay on the table containing the recorded history of Michael and Maddy's life and that of his Uncle's family as well.
The family walked in the door and before it was even closed, Evelyn began to unbutton her blouse. Little had changed about the cabin in the last year. But what went on in the cabin, however, was very, very different.
****
Only a year previously on a during a late summer week much like this one, the family spent one of their typical extended weekends at the cabin. The first morning was like many in the past. Michael awoke to the sun filtering through the bedroom window onto his lower bunk bed and the sounds of his parents fumbling around in the kitchen. He lifted his foot and put it onto the mattress of the bunk bed above him and gave the mattress a little thrust to awaken his slumbering sister.
"Hey, you want to go fishing?"
Before Maddy could answer, Evelyn poked her head into the bedroom. "It is a beautiful day outside. Dad and I are going for a hike. Are you interested in coming?"
Maddy pulled back the covers and sat up on her bunk. "No, Michael and I are going fishing."
"Well OK, but please don't let me come back and find you two in front of that TV playing video games. It is too beautiful out there." She turned and left the room. "It is just you and me honey. Hopefully the kids are going to catch us some fish for dinner."
The kids could hear Mark laughing in the distance and then he raised his voice so all could hear. "Good thing we don't have to count on that. Hey, have you guys every tried using bait? I have had marvelous success with that." Mark and Evelyn were heard chuckling as front door closed.
Maddy shuffled over to the ladder and began her descent. Michael watched as his sister navigated the each step bringing more and more of her body into full view. First were her slightly thick ankles, followed by the knee length and almost threadbare flannel nightgown which which she constantly wore, which was followed by her rather long and very wild jet black hair. Michael laughed. "Which magazine gave you the idea for that marvelous hair style you are sporting today?"
Maddy was not too amused and stared at her brother's close cropped blond hair and tried to come up with a witty retort, but none came immediately. "Well I'm sorry that I can't be as good looking as you first thing in the morning, but I think if I cut all my hair off like yours, I would probably look just as silly."
She grabbed her shorts and t-shirt and made her way into the bathroom which separated their bedroom from their parent's. She closed the door, lifted her favorite nightgown over her hips and sat on the stool. She sat with her head in her hands until Michael began knocking at the door.
"Hey, hurry up in there. I have to go!"
"Jesus Michael. I'm not done. Just pee off the porch or something. Give a girl some time."
She heard the front door open and the squeak of the spring on screen door as it elongated and then the familiar slap of the wood door against the frame as it rebounded. Maddy stood and flushed and moved to the mirror and examined her wild hair. It was indeed even worse than normal today. Maddy had been cursed with her father's features, including his thick curly black hair. She had often thought to herself that she would probably be quite good looking - if she had been a boy. Although she didn't think that she was unattractive - at least when her hair was brushed, she did think that there wasn't much about her that was particularly attractive or unique. Her build was average for a girl of her age, her face plain, her ankles too thick. But at least she wasn't ugly she reassured herself.
She looked for a brush to tame her wild mane but could not find one in the bathroom. She went back into her room and hunted in her bag and realized that she had forgot to bring one so she wandered into her parent's bedroom and found her mother's purse on the antique chest of drawers. As the peered in, she was relieved as the first thing the saw was indeed her mother's brush, but something else caught her eye. Right next to brush was a package of cigarettes. Maddy's heart skipped a beat. Her mother was perhaps the most adamant person she had ever met in preaching the evils of smoking. This was the last thing she ever would have expected to find in her purse. Maddy quickly took the brush and made her hair look presentable and then took a single cigarette from the opened package and returned to purse to the top of the chest. She then raced to bathroom and put on her shorts and t-shirt and raced into the family room where she found her tackle box where she hid her purloined item. She was in the kitchen grabbing a package of matches from the bowl by the wood stove when Michael finally reappeared in the front door.
"It is already getting warm out there, we should get going. How about we just grab and quick snack head out?"
It was a glorious day as the late summer days in Utah often are. Muddy Creek ran through the National Forest which abutted the Lund property and although there was no formal trail, the family had made this 10 minute trek so often to the creek, that a path was easy to follow.
"You are kind of quiet this morning?" Michael observed. "Are you OK? I was just kidding about your hair you know."
"We can't all be an an Adonis like you Michael. All blond and beautiful." Maddy shot back.
Michael smiled. This was not the first comment of this kind that Maddy had made about him and while he enjoyed sister's compliments, he knew that he was certainly not an Adonis. The only thing which Michael felt set him apart from his peers was his thick blond hair which he had inherited from his mother. But for some strange and rebellious reason he had decided to crop it short recently in the hopes that somehow it would make him look more masculine. It didn't. And now he was just waiting for his thick blond hair to grow back.
"Well if I am an Adonis, then you are my Athena. I love your mousy hair Athena."
"Yeah right!" Maddy humphed.
They wound through the forest to their favorite fishing hole and set their tackle boxes near the old downed tree that had served as a bench since their childhood. Michael grabbed his pole and opened his tackle and prepared his gear. Maddy, just sat and stared off into the distance.
"Hey are you OK?" Michael asked.
Maddy sat for a moment thinking...
"I've already packed for the trip. Let's eat a quick dinner and get on the road. I can hardly wait to get up there." The excitement in his wife's voice was obvious and brought a smirk to Mark's face.
Mark's wife poked her head out of the dining room and beckoned him in. Mark's teenage daughter and son were already seated at the table patiently waiting and Mark took his place at the head of the table and spoke quietly.
"Son, would please say grace tonight?"
His son Michael closed his eyes and obediently bowed his head and began giving thanks.
"Heavenly Father, thank you for this beautiful day and this wonderful bounty which lay before us. Bless that it will nourish our bodies and minds. Bless us as we drive up to Grandpa's cabin and keep us safe during our journey. We say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen."
"Thank for that prayer Michael." Mark looked lovingly at his family and felt that all was right with the world. As a member of the Bishopric in his LDS Ward, he had to listen to many of his church member's difficulties day after day. But today he could forget those responsibilities and instead revel in the great joy that his family gave him. His family had none of the problems that he was often asked to deal with. His lovely daughter Maddy was in her junior year of high school. She was warm hearted, very open, although she had a penchant for theatrics which she inherited from her mother who was a drama teacher at the local community college. But aside from acting in most of the school plays, most of her theatrics were kept within the confines of their house and she was content to spend a great deal of time with the family and to stay out of trouble. Unlike so many of the youth that Mark met with, Maddy seemed confident and happy. His son Michael, one year older than Maddy, was also a fine young man. He was a robust and strong. He was also compassionate and quite spiritual. Everyone felt that Michael was like his father in so many ways it was uncanny. Finally Mark smiled at his lovely wife. No man could have been happier with a woman than Mark was with Evelyn. They were indeed soul mates. Mark felt joy in his heart and it swelled with pride as they quickly raced through their supper, cleared the dishes and then piled into the van for a much needed weekend away from Ward duties.
It was a long 3 hour drive up into the distant Uintas outside of Salt Lake. Evelyn's father whom everyone affectionately called "Grandpa", had a cozy old cabin on 70 acres which butted up to National Forest land. The family made an effort to visit at least once a month because the privacy it provided was cherished. After an hour had elapsed winding up the canyon roads, Mark looked in his rear view mirror. Maddy and Michael each had their iPod headsets in place and were apparently dozing while listening to music. Evelyn seated next to him, had likewise lain her head against a pillow and was napping for the rather long drive. Mark looked at Evelyn and began to feel aroused. This was not unusual. The stiffness in his crotch was common place and he liked to think of himself as blessed that his sexual inclinations were so strong, although, they often occurred at moments when he was not able to act on them. Mark looked again in the mirror to insure that his children were still asleep and cast a quick glace at his dozing wife. And then he nimbly unzipped his pants and freed his swollen cock from its confines and began to stroke it. The sheer naughtiness of his marginally discreet actions added to his excitement.
Evelyn stirred and opened her eyes and looked over at her husband's hand bouncing in his lap and smiled. As mentioned earlier, Mark had married well. He and Evelyn were alike in so many ways and they both shared an enormous appetite for the flesh. She looked over her shoulder at the children and when she was assured that they were both quietly self absorbed, she removed her husband's hand from he cock and leaned over and quietly took his manhood into her mouth.
In spite of their best efforts to be silent, the activities in the front seat did not go unnoticed and after some time, Michael opened his eyes in the back seat and noticed his mother's head was missing from view and he located it spanning the opening between the captains chairs where it was bobbing in his father's lap. A subtle smile crossed his lips and he sat back to enjoy the show. He thought briefly to himself how few parents would dare such behavior in front of their kids and also considered how many children would be reviled by such behavior in their parents. But neither was the case in the Lund family. Michael instead began to feel his own cock swelling as he enjoyed his parents little show, for he, like his father, had grown to have an equally ravenous sexual energy. He likewise removed his swollen cock from his pants and began to stroke himself and finally he nudged his sister Maddy and pointed at the front seat after she opened her eyes. He then pointed at his own swollen cock. Maddy broke the silence.
"For crying out loud. We aren't even up the cabin yet. Can't anyone keep their pants on for more than an hour around here?"
Michael laughed at his sister. "Oops. I am sorry to have disturbed you. I saw that Mom and Dad were a little excited for the weekend and obviously I am looking forward to it and I just thought you might want be be part of it too."
Maddy huffed. "I'm sorry, I was just beginning to doze off I guess. Oh here, let me help you with that."
Maddy replaced her brother's hand with her's and continued the steady stroking while Michael began to unbutton his sister's shirt.
The car raced down the lonely two lane road. The traffic was very light, but Mark was none the less thankful for the tinted windows in his mini-van. He glanced in the rear view mirror to watch as Maddy mounted her brother and skillfully guided his cock into her pussy and then lowered herself down onto her brother's lap. The erotic sight heightened his own excitement and before long, he was spurting his cum within Evelyn's mouth which she swallowed obligingly until every last drop was removed.
As Mark's erection subsided, for a brief moment his head cleared as was often the case following his orgasm. He looked again in the rear view mirror and felt a tiny pang of guilt as he watched his own son fuck his daughter. He knew it was not normal. He knew the church forbade such behavior. But the pang was short lived as he saw his daughter open her blouse wider so Michael could suck the small nipples on her firm, young breasts and with that erotic image in his mind, the guilt left as quickly as it came.
Evelyn was less inclined toward any feelings of guilt. As her daughter began to huff loudly and grimace with joy each time her hips dropped onto her brother's cock, Evelyn smiled as she recalled her children's feelings towards sex only a couple of years ago. it was remarkable how things had changed. Mark had just finished cumming, her daughter and son were in the back seat fucking and by the sounds of things were fast approaching their own climax. Evelyn had yet to get her own release, but she settled back and decided to be patient. They were not far from the cabin. That magical cabin where all this began only a couple of years ago.
***
The Lund's did not come from money, but they were lucky by way of providence to have a lovely small cabin sitting on 70 acres of land which had been in the Lund family for nearly 80 years. The cabin actually belonged to Evelyn's father or "Grandpa" as he was affectionately called. But it was now shared between Evelyn and her brother Bob due to Grandma and Grandpa's untimely passing.
An hour later Maddy and Michael were asleep in the car as it pulled up to gate which barred the primitive road. Mark unlocked the padlock on the gate and pushed it back and drove the car in and closed the gate and locked it behind him. The late evening Utah shadows streamed through the thick pine trees as they drove down 1/4 mile road to the cabin. The brakes on the van squeaked slightly as it came to a stop in front of the old homestead.
"We're home!" Mark announced and his family slowly emerged from the van and admired the large wrap around porch which was probably the cabin's most impressive feature. The porch was almost as large as the cabin itself and was covered giving the impression that the cabin was much larger than it really was. Most of the porch was open with a large split rail at its edge. Part of the porch was partially enclosed and screened in and in that portion were many chairs and even a bed which was used often on warm nights. Michael, perhaps more than anyone else in his family, felt particularly at home there. The wrap around porch with views down the hillside into the national forest that abutted, never grew old to him. Of course, the privacy the place afforded was something special as well.
"I hope you're not tired." Evelyn winked suggestively at her husband. "Everyone has been taken care of but me and Mommy wants some attention."
Mark unlocked the door and looked in at the small but charming interior. The log cabin was very rustic but had been updated over the years. It had a single modest room which had a kitchen, dining space and living area. Attached to this space were 2 bedrooms separated by a bathroom. The appointments were those one would expect to find in such a rustic structure. A leather couch and two chairs faced a table which had a fairly new TV set on top. Besides the DVD player, there also was an old VCR which was probably 20 years old. Next to the table was an old style VCR camera on a tripod which had been used to document all the special family occasions and a pile of old video tapes lay on the table containing the recorded history of Michael and Maddy's life and that of his Uncle's family as well.
The family walked in the door and before it was even closed, Evelyn began to unbutton her blouse. Little had changed about the cabin in the last year. But what went on in the cabin, however, was very, very different.
****
Only a year previously on a during a late summer week much like this one, the family spent one of their typical extended weekends at the cabin. The first morning was like many in the past. Michael awoke to the sun filtering through the bedroom window onto his lower bunk bed and the sounds of his parents fumbling around in the kitchen. He lifted his foot and put it onto the mattress of the bunk bed above him and gave the mattress a little thrust to awaken his slumbering sister.
"Hey, you want to go fishing?"
Before Maddy could answer, Evelyn poked her head into the bedroom. "It is a beautiful day outside. Dad and I are going for a hike. Are you interested in coming?"
Maddy pulled back the covers and sat up on her bunk. "No, Michael and I are going fishing."
"Well OK, but please don't let me come back and find you two in front of that TV playing video games. It is too beautiful out there." She turned and left the room. "It is just you and me honey. Hopefully the kids are going to catch us some fish for dinner."
The kids could hear Mark laughing in the distance and then he raised his voice so all could hear. "Good thing we don't have to count on that. Hey, have you guys every tried using bait? I have had marvelous success with that." Mark and Evelyn were heard chuckling as front door closed.
Maddy shuffled over to the ladder and began her descent. Michael watched as his sister navigated the each step bringing more and more of her body into full view. First were her slightly thick ankles, followed by the knee length and almost threadbare flannel nightgown which which she constantly wore, which was followed by her rather long and very wild jet black hair. Michael laughed. "Which magazine gave you the idea for that marvelous hair style you are sporting today?"
Maddy was not too amused and stared at her brother's close cropped blond hair and tried to come up with a witty retort, but none came immediately. "Well I'm sorry that I can't be as good looking as you first thing in the morning, but I think if I cut all my hair off like yours, I would probably look just as silly."
She grabbed her shorts and t-shirt and made her way into the bathroom which separated their bedroom from their parent's. She closed the door, lifted her favorite nightgown over her hips and sat on the stool. She sat with her head in her hands until Michael began knocking at the door.
"Hey, hurry up in there. I have to go!"
"Jesus Michael. I'm not done. Just pee off the porch or something. Give a girl some time."
She heard the front door open and the squeak of the spring on screen door as it elongated and then the familiar slap of the wood door against the frame as it rebounded. Maddy stood and flushed and moved to the mirror and examined her wild hair. It was indeed even worse than normal today. Maddy had been cursed with her father's features, including his thick curly black hair. She had often thought to herself that she would probably be quite good looking - if she had been a boy. Although she didn't think that she was unattractive - at least when her hair was brushed, she did think that there wasn't much about her that was particularly attractive or unique. Her build was average for a girl of her age, her face plain, her ankles too thick. But at least she wasn't ugly she reassured herself.
She looked for a brush to tame her wild mane but could not find one in the bathroom. She went back into her room and hunted in her bag and realized that she had forgot to bring one so she wandered into her parent's bedroom and found her mother's purse on the antique chest of drawers. As the peered in, she was relieved as the first thing the saw was indeed her mother's brush, but something else caught her eye. Right next to brush was a package of cigarettes. Maddy's heart skipped a beat. Her mother was perhaps the most adamant person she had ever met in preaching the evils of smoking. This was the last thing she ever would have expected to find in her purse. Maddy quickly took the brush and made her hair look presentable and then took a single cigarette from the opened package and returned to purse to the top of the chest. She then raced to bathroom and put on her shorts and t-shirt and raced into the family room where she found her tackle box where she hid her purloined item. She was in the kitchen grabbing a package of matches from the bowl by the wood stove when Michael finally reappeared in the front door.
"It is already getting warm out there, we should get going. How about we just grab and quick snack head out?"
It was a glorious day as the late summer days in Utah often are. Muddy Creek ran through the National Forest which abutted the Lund property and although there was no formal trail, the family had made this 10 minute trek so often to the creek, that a path was easy to follow.
"You are kind of quiet this morning?" Michael observed. "Are you OK? I was just kidding about your hair you know."
"We can't all be an an Adonis like you Michael. All blond and beautiful." Maddy shot back.
Michael smiled. This was not the first comment of this kind that Maddy had made about him and while he enjoyed sister's compliments, he knew that he was certainly not an Adonis. The only thing which Michael felt set him apart from his peers was his thick blond hair which he had inherited from his mother. But for some strange and rebellious reason he had decided to crop it short recently in the hopes that somehow it would make him look more masculine. It didn't. And now he was just waiting for his thick blond hair to grow back.
"Well if I am an Adonis, then you are my Athena. I love your mousy hair Athena."
"Yeah right!" Maddy humphed.
They wound through the forest to their favorite fishing hole and set their tackle boxes near the old downed tree that had served as a bench since their childhood. Michael grabbed his pole and opened his tackle and prepared his gear. Maddy, just sat and stared off into the distance.
"Hey are you OK?" Michael asked.
Maddy sat for a moment thinking...
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