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 Title: The Retreat Day 02


Summary: A niece, her mother and more weirdness.


Keywords: inc,fic





   I woke to three distinct things: First, Beth was astride me, humping me
again - she had me very hard and buried very deep within her.  Second,
bright sunlight was streaming into the cabin making my eyes hurt.  And
third, I heard my brother Eddie's voice say, "Holy Shit!"

   Amazing how two words can turn your blood to ice water.

   Part of me was tensing up to push Beth off me and do something...  I had
no idea what...  when Beth's commanding tone said, "Don't move, Uncle Jim!
I'm not done with you, yet."

   It is axiomatic that whenever a woman says, "Don't move!", or "Right
there!", or "Don't stop!", we stupid males will do exactly what we were
just told not to do...  Although some of us smarter ones have learned to
pay attention to the female of the species in such precarious conditions. I
chose to not move.  Beth was facing away from Eddie, who had to be by the
hallway to the kitchen, but I was sure she had heard him.

   With accelerated moaning and groaning and grinding into me, loud enough
to embarrass the most ardent voyeur, she finished building to her cum and
went over the edge.  And so help me God, I really tried not to get swept
along.  Really, I tried.

   So when we both got done cumming our brains out and were calming down,
what does she do?  She stands up, buck naked with my cum dripping out of
her pussy and turns to face Eddie.

   "Hi, Uncle Eddie!" she greeted him.  "Did you bring the towels?"

   If I weren't melting into my own puddle of shame, I would have laughed
out loud at Eddie's expression.  And I thought I had been googly-eyed at
Beth.  Eddie stood there holding a toolbox in one hand with a bag slung
over his other shoulder and his mouth just opening and closing, looking
like a fish out of water.  I'm sure he was trying to say something, but
nothing was coming out.

   She sauntered over to him and standing in front of him, took the sack
off his shoulder, asking "In here?" Without waiting for a response, she
turned and walked back over by the fireplace end of the mattress and
started sorting through the bag.  I was watching Eddie and Eddie was
watching her.

   I decided to stand up and start pulling dry clothes off the lines, also
facing away from Eddie.

   "How'd you cross the river?" I asked him.

   "Um..." he fumbled, obviously a bit flustered.  "Uh...  I crawled my way
over the bridge.  Jeep's on the other side with the rest of your stuff. 
You want me to go get it?"

   "I want the power on first, if you brought whatever will fix it," I told
him.  "Doing things au natural has its disadvantages."

   "Sure it does..." he agreed, but the sarcasm was dripping from his
voice.

   "I talked to Linda and Sherry last night," he went on.  "They'd seen the
news about the freak storm but presumed you wouldn't be stupid enough to
get caught in it.  When the land line to the cabin was dead, they both
called me.  I told them what I knew - you and Squirt had made it here okay,
the power was out and I was coming up today to help you."

   I finished pulling clothes on as he told me, "Linda and Maggie are done
with the college visit and will be here sometime Monday.  Sherry finished
her jewelry stuff and will be here sometime this evening.  I told them the
bridge was out, but both of them seemed really interested in getting up
here to you two..."

   "Maybe to stop what I didn't just see," he added a little accusatorily.

   "Generator, Eddie," I told him.  "I'll be right with you." I turned
around to talk to Beth and found her standing up with a couple of towels.

   "I'm going to heat some water and wash up, if it's okay with you, Uncle
Jim," she told me.  "Unless you really need my help with something."

   "No, you go ahead and clean up," I decided.  "After that, you could go
look in on Jesse and Sunny, and bring the saddle blankets in here to hang
up and dry."

   "Will do," she told me brightly, then walked past a still stunned Eddie
standing in the doorway as she went to pump a bucket of water.

   "Generator, Eddie," I told him again, this time walking up to him and
physically turning him towards the door.

   "It's still pretty brisk out, Jim," he told me, eyeing my jeans and
flannel shirt.

   "The down vest is still soaked," I told him.  "Let's go get some power
on."

   * * * * *

   It turned out to be slightly worn glow plugs combined with a marginal
fuel filter on the intake rail.  Once we got them changed out, the
generator started right up.

   "You know, Dad used to have that old windmill for pumping water," Eddie
told me.  "I've been seriously considering restoring it and converting it
to run a series of automotive alternators to charge a bank of batteries. 
An inverter could give us a certain amount of AC power even without the
diesel."

   "After this weekend, sir, that is an excellent idea," I told him. 
"Let's go take a look at the bridge."

   "Don't 'sir' me..." Eddie started.

   "Yeah, I know...  you work for a living," I finished.  With the
generator running smoothly, we headed out to the bridge.  Which was a
fucking disaster.

   The tree had fallen at an angle, taking out about two-thirds of the
bridge, leaving only the anchor points at each end and a bunch of busted
timber.

   "Well, that's going to take for-fucking-ever," I groused as we realized
the extent of the damage.

   "Look, we'll start on the other side," Eddie told me.  "Chainsaws to
bust it up and we'll use the Jeep to pull it clear.  Anything we can't get
from that side, we'll use Jesse and Sunny to pull away on this side.  Your
new girlfriend knows how to handle the horses, so she could come down and
help."

   "Watch it, Eddie," I warned him.  "She isn't my new girlfriend and
regardless of what Beth thinks, I still think Sherry will kill me if and
when she finds out.  Or Linda will.  I didn't start it, but I did go along
with it, and right now you need to let it go."

   "Fine," he grumbled, "but just tell me one thing...  how the hell did it
happen?  How did you end up fucking Squirt?  Christ, she just - and I mean
just - turned eighteen!"

   "Oh, it's worse than that," I told him.  "She used to be a virgin."

   "Are you fucking kidding me???" I thought Eddie was going to have a
coronary.

   "No, I'm not kidding," I told him seriously.  "Look, let's traverse this
disaster and go over by the Jeep.  If I know you, there's a cooler with
some beer in it.  I'll tell you the story, but it's got to stay between us.
I'm not currently in the market for death or divorce."

   "Man, oh, man..." he just shook his head.  "Yeah, there's beer on
ice..." He started crawling his way through the wreckage and I followed
him. When we got to the Jeep, we opened a couple of beers.

   I pretty much told him the story the way it had unfolded.  I left out
the bit about the videos, since he wasn't a part of that, just indicating
that she'd decided I was going to be the one and that she'd set out to
seduce me - and succeeded.  Along, apparently, with her mother's
blessing... something I was not going to presume was true.

   "I don't know if this is a one-shot or what," I finished up.  "I may
have been her flesh dildo to get rid of her pesky maidenhead.  I'm not
presuming anything and I'm sure as hell not going to push her.  It was a
great end to a miserable night and I think I'll just be grateful and keep
my mouth shut."

   "The way she was humping you when I walked in," Eddie informed me,
"she's not thinking one-shot, believe me.  She had that Nirvana look all
over her.  And especially if she had Sherry's blessing.  I'm not going to
say anything, and...  you are one lucky sonofabitch.  She's a fine looking
girl.  Or woman, I guess.  And really nice to be around."

   "She was a woman long before she jumped me," I told him.  "And in a lot
of ways, she's still a girl.  For now, I'm treating her as the competent
adult I believe she is.  I have no idea what happens next, except we've got
to get this bridge cleared."

   "Chainsaws, gas, logging chains, rope, axes, wedges, come-along..." he
rattle off, pointing into the back of the Jeep.  "Let's do it."

   We had the bridge about a third cleared from the side away from the
cabin when Beth came looking for us.  She had a thermos of coffee with her
and thought we'd appreciate the pick-me-up.  Notwithstanding the beer to
steady my nerves earlier, I definitely could have used it and Eddie didn't
turn her down, either.

   I caught him several times watching her with what I would call an
"appraising eye", but if she noticed, she kept it hidden.  On the other
hand, she was fascinated with the chainsaws and actually wheedled us into
letting her get out there on the bridge and help.  Not the least of my
concerns was the fact that the river was about a foot higher and a helluva
lot faster because of the rains.  We made her wear a safety harness, but
other than that she was on her own and doing a damned good job of it.

   We had her do a stint of driving the Jeep, too, pulling out the branches
and pieces of trunk we were cutting.  All the way around, she was enjoying
the hell out of it.  When we needed to switch to the horses, I sent her up
to the barn to retrieve them while Eddie and I sat down for a spell,
cooling off.  It might have been cold out, but we were definitely working
up a sweat.  When Beth returned, she tethered the horses near the bridge
and came over to me and Eddie.

   "Thanks, Uncle Eddie!" she told him, "for not giving me shit about
wanting to play with power tools" and she gave him a hug and a kiss on the
cheek.

   "And thanks, Uncle Jim," she added, coming over to me, "for treating me
like a grown up..."

   My kiss wasn't on my cheek.  She stepped into a full body hug and went
into a lip-lock with me that redefined the term "sucking face".  Hot,
tired, sweaty and she was still getting me hard!

   And tactless Eddie, of course, had to laugh.

   "Eddie..." I managed to growl when Beth eased off the kiss, "shut up!"

   "Sorry," he said, keeping his gaze averted as he went over to the
horses, but I saw the impish smile on Beth's face.

   "And you, Squirt..." I started.

   "Yes...?" she drawled, looking up at me and batting her eyes
provocatively - although I knew she was just hamming it up.  I hate to
admit it, but she definitely had the knack of seducing me.

   "Never mind..." I caved.  "Let's finish getting this bridge cleared. 
I'm hungry."

   * * * * *

   We did, in fact, finish clearing the bridge...  or what was left of it.
We opened a bunch of cans of stew and heated them in the microwave which
was now working, along with lights, baseboard heat, the water heater, the
well pump and some incidentals like the clothes dryer.  Eddie finished up
and pointed out he needed to beat feet back to his place to intercept
Sherry.  He left our gear behind and told us he'd contact us on the CB once
she showed up.

   Beth and I bade him a fond farewell - and Beth actually behaved herself,
although I think Eddie was hoping otherwise - then brought the horses in
from the paddock and brushed them down, set them up with food and water and
went to get cleaned up.  Which, according to Beth, meant showering
together.

   "Squirt, you know this has to stop when your mother gets here, right?" I
asked her as she bobbed up and down on my raging hard-on while the hot
water cascaded off of us.

   "Not necessarily," she said, coming off me long enough to speak clearly,
then taking most of me back in her mouth.

   "Well, it sure as hell has to stop before my wife and daughter get
here!" I pointed out.

   She just shrugged noncommittally and stuck a soapy finger up my ass.

   I came.

   I had no choice.  This young woman was going to know all my secrets in
very short order.

   We took turns soaping each other, again, and then lazied around the
fire, cuddling.  She asked me to go down on her and make her cum and I did.
She curled up with me and nodded off and I followed very soon thereafter.
It was Eddie's voice on the CB that woke me up.

   I tried to dislodge myself from Beth without waking her but failed
miserably.  She pulled me down into a make-out session that went long
enough that Eddie started making comments over the radio like "Gee, hope
I'm not interrupting anything important," and "come on, you two, you can
rearrange the deck chairs on the Titanic later".  When he got to, "Jesus
Christ, guys!  Give it a rest!", I pried myself loose and answered him.

   "Just got in from taking care of the horses, Eddie," I told him - a
bald-faced lie, but what the hell...  Sherry was probably listening -
"what's up?"

   "Is that what they call it these days?" the smart-ass had to come back.

   "Knock it off, little brother," I told him, making sure to emphasize the
implied threat.  "What's the story?"

   "The story is, Sherry's here and she wants to come up, even though it's
dark and late.  She also wants to talk to Squirt, if she's about."

   "She's about," I told him and motioned to her to be cool.  "Hang on a
minute." I set the mike down and turned to Beth.  "You're mom's on the
line. Please remember, I don't want to feel dead or divorced, so be
judicious.  I'm going to make some more coffee."

   I pulled on some jeans while Beth picked up the mike, and I headed out
to the kitchen.  I came back to find out it had been a short conversation.

   "She wanted to know if her coming out was going to interfere with any
plans I might have - and I think she was being circumspect because of Uncle
Eddie - and I told her no problem, she could come out or not as she wanted.
Just to be damned careful.  She said she has the Suburban with her, loaded
with jewelry stuff, and figured she'd bring it out.  She's going to borrow
a radio from Eddie and let us know when she's at the bridge.  We can go out
and help her across."

   I started muttering, more than singing, Styx's Renegade - "Hangman is
coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long..." Beth burst out
laughing.

   "Fine," I told her in resignation.  "Let me know when your mom calls." I
sat down on the mattress, cracked my neck a couple of times and lay down.
There wasn't any point to panicking - yet.

   I wish I'd had more life to flash before my eyes before Beth was kissing
me on the forehead, waking me from a combination reverie and nightmare.

   "Mom's at the access road turn off and she's headed for what used to be
the bridge," she told me.  "You want me to saddle the horses?  I think
she's got a lot of stuff to schlep up here."

   "I'll take care of the horses," I yawned.  "You get on the radio and ask
her exactly how much stuff needs schlepping.  This isn't the best time for
it, since we've got to come across the remains of the bridge and the
river's flooding."

   "I know," she smiled at me, "but you know Mom...  not exactly sure where
she gets her stubborn from..."

   "Have you ever even met your Grandmother?" I asked in faux-disbelief. 
Which got the intended laugh.

   I headed out to put pack frames on Jesse and Sunny - they were not going
to like it - and prepare for hauling some heavy-ass shit up to the house.
It might look light in its final form, dangling off some woman and making
her look good, but the raw components?  Bulky, heavy, and lots and lots of
little pieces...  so don't dump a tray.  Beth caught up to me when I was
just about done.

   "Mom says she's brought out her portable studio.  She's going to be
doing some teaching out this way over the next several months, so she
intends to set the cabin up as a base of operations.  That translates to a
lot of stuff, all in boxes - not loose - and it doesn't all have to come up
to the house tonight.  So, what should I say?  Be Prepared..."

   It turned out not to be that bad, especially with Beth's help, but that
was later.  In the meantime, I was walking down to my doom.

   We led the horses down to the bridge just in time to see Sherry's
headlights coming.

   "Do not...  please do not...  get me in trouble with your mother," I
pleaded.  Beth just shook her head like I was crazy to be thinking like
that.

   As Sherry pulled the Suburban up to the bridge and the headlights lit up
the damage, she came to a stop.  Beth handed me Sunny's reins and started
working her way across the bridge to go meet her mother.  I was torn
between the panic induced by the idea of the two women meeting and sharing
information at a distance and the relief that hiding behind the excuse of
holding the horses gave me.

   I watched with a major knot in my stomach as I saw mother and daughter
hug and kiss each other in the glow of the headlights.  Whatever was being
said, I couldn't hear it.  But both women were smiling and Sherry was
pointing at the bridge while Beth pointed upstream, obviously to the ford.
Eventually, Sherry killed the headlights and she and Beth started making
their way across the bridge to me.  The knot in my gut was becoming
Gordian.

   My Doom appeared on swift wings, bearing down upon me in the form of a
long time friend, balling buddy and sister-in-law who walked straight up to
me - helpless with reins in both hands - threw her arms around my neck and
kissed me deeply.  Right straight to the groin, the way she'd always been
able to do it.  And she wasn't being stingy with her tongue.

   "So!" she exclaimed as she let up and allowed me to breathe.  "It's
mission accomplished!"

   "What?" I asked, with more than a little trepidation.

   "She seduced you," Sherry clarified.  "You got Squirt's cherry. 
Congratulations!  I never thought you'd help her out."

   "Um, Sherry..." I fumbled, "I didn't...  I mean, I never...  um, it just
sort of..."

   "Jim, sweetheart?" she interrupted me.  "Shut up.  You're fine.  And now
that I've seen the bridge, I understand why trying to unload the car would
be asking for trouble.  So it can all stay there tonight and we'll move it
over later.  Do you have any idea what Eddie's doing about a repair crew?"

   The way that she just blew right through any guilt or apology or
anything else I might have had waiting, and went straight to the practical,
was rather unsettling.  No, actually, that's an understatement.  It was
very unsettling.

   "Hi, Jesse!" Sherry walked up to him and stroked his nose and withers.
"Long time no see.  And you, too, Sunny," she added as she walked over and
petted her as well.  "Let's get you back to a nice warm barn and us in
front of a nice hot fire!"

   I had no idea how to react to this.  Beth saved me.

   "Come on, Uncle Jim," she said softly as she came up next to me and took
Sunny's reins.  "Let's head back on up to the barn." And bless her, she
turned and took my arm and started walking up towards the cabin, pulling me
along with her and incidentally, the two of us leading the horses as we
walked, arm in arm.  It was almost romantic.  No, make that, it was
romantic.  And that got me thinking about what Eddie had said about her not
acting like it was a one-shot.

   This was going to get really awkward if she went after me with her
mother around.  That alone was enough to sober me up to the reality of
sleeping arrangements.  We hadn't set up any of the other bedrooms, yet,
and on limited heat the best place to sleep was still the Great Room with
the fire.

   I had just about decided on putting the king-sized mattress back and
pulling out three twins when we got to the barn.  The walk had pretty much
squelched any conversation, but now Sherry went off again.

   "How are you fixed for food, drink and sleeping arrangements?" she asked
as she helped take the tack off the horses and hang it up.  My train of
thought kind of derailed at that moment, but Beth jumped in.

   "We've got plenty of canned stuff we can heat in the fireplace or
microwave, plus well water and bottled water and bottled juices and coffee,
and right now the mattress from the master bedroom is on the floor in front
of the fireplace.  It's pretty big and pretty comfortable."

   "The scene of the crime?" she asked with a smile.

   "You probably shouldn't put it like that, Mom," Beth told her mother. 
"I mean, I did technically rape him, and that is a crime - at least in this
state - so maybe a different phrasing?"

   "The scene of the loving, gentle sharing of two bodies?" she rephrased.
"Two people who have cared about each other since one was an infant?" she
added.  "The kind and considerate introduction to womanhood that every girl
should be lucky enough to get?"

   "Well, maybe it was a bit more direct than that," Beth told her somewhat
sheepishly.  "I was kind of pushing it."

   "Are you two going to discuss my relieving my niece of her virginity all
night long?" I asked, a bit vexed.

   "Absolutely not, Jim," Sherry told me.  "You're going to fuck my brains
out so I can go to sleep - something I haven't had for awhile - and then
I'll shut up."

   There was a very long pause while I tried to process that.

   "I'm what???" is what came out.

   "You're going to fuck my brains out," she iterated.  "Something you were
always good at and something we haven't done for far too long.  Then I'm
going to sleep.  It was a long drive."

   "You know Beth is standing right here, don't you?" I asked
incredulously.

   "Yeah, I know," Sherry smiled.  "She probably knows I'm right."

   "I do," Beth put in softly.

   "Tanya, don't help!" I quoted that mouse character.  "Am I the only one
who's weirded out here?"

   "Probably," Sherry told me.  "The tack is all up, they're fed and
watered.  Shall we head into the house and a warm fire?"

   She and Beth headed for the door, leaving me standing there agape.  Not
knowing what else to do, I followed along.

   The women made short work of a late night supper, followed by nightcaps
consisting mostly of my Don Q and fruit juice.  All three of us got pretty
lit.  I was hoping to knock myself out and not have to deal with what was
coming next.  I almost succeeded.

   "Okay, ladies," I announced in a somewhat sloshed voice.  "You two take
th' mattress here.  I'm gonna fire up th' stove in one o' th' bedrooms an'
crash there."

   "Not on your bloody life," Sherry told me.  "You are going to be a good
little boy and follow directions.  You will strip off your clothes and lie
down in the middle of the mattress with whatever covers you want over you.
I will do the same on one side of you.  Squirt'll do the same on the other.
And the three of us will have a nice, cozy, comfortable night.  We'll worry
about tomorrow, tomorrow.  Okay?"

   "Would it do me any good t' argue with you?" I asked.

   "Nope," she told me flat out.

   "'kay, then, Linda an' Mags can't find out about it," I told them.

   "Linda and Maggie are a whole different problem," Sherry told me. 
"Don't worry about it.  Strip and crawl in."

   I must have been a bit more loaded than I thought.  I was having trouble
getting my clothes off.  The boots, thank God, were back in the mudroom. 
The jeans were being a pistol.  So what happened?  Beth happened.  She
knelt down between my legs, told me to relax and started pulling off my
pants.  But she didn't stop there.  She went ahead and got my shirt and
socks and briefs.

   Then she kissed her way down from my neck to my chest to my abdomen to
my cock.  And of course, I had to start coming erect.  Insufficient
alcohol, apparently.  But at least I only got half-hard.

   "Yeah, that's the Jim I remember," Sherry commented with a smile. 
"Maybe the fuck my brains out waits until later.  Good-night, Jim." And she
curled in under the blankets, lying up against me.

   "Good-night, Uncle Jim," Beth echoed from the other side and also curled
up against me, just like before.  I was in a position some guys would kill
for - sandwiched between a mother and daughter who were both lovers of mine
- and somehow totally confused about what I should do.  So I did the
logical thing.  I fell asleep.

   * * * * *

   I was having the most wonderful dream.  I was lying in bed with a raging
hard-on, next to two incredibly beautiful and horny women who were going
down on each other and cumming repeatedly.  I could even hear their moans
and smell their sex-scent and feel the bed rocking...

   It was still dark out when I realized I was actually awake and the only
light was from the dying fire.

   And the two horny women were definitely Sherry and Beth, now lying next
to me on what had been Sherry's side.  I took a deep breath, let it out
slowly, and tried to think.

   Be cool, be cool, be cool, I kept telling myself.  Keep it together. 
Sophisticated.  Practical.

   I decided to put wood on the fire.  And the two of them totally ignored
me while I did it.  When I got back into the bed, the idiot in me just
couldn't leave well enough alone.

   "Didn't know you two were into girls," I commented as I lay down. 
Sherry came up off of Beth's pussy.

   "What do you think I did after Tom got killed?" she asked.  "I sure
wasn't going to go cruising the meat markets for a pick-up." Then she went
back to eating Beth's pussy.

   "But that was four years ago," I told her.  I was trying to do the math.
"Beth just turned..."

   "Shut up, Jim." Sherry wasn't subtle about the directive.  "Thanks to
you, I can now diddle my daughter the way I've always wanted to..." and as
if on cue, Beth let out a loud moan and tripped over.

   "Wow..." I breathed.  "You guys are seriously rearranging my version of
reality."

   They paused in what they were doing and slowly turned to look at me.  I
got the feeling I was being sized up like fresh meat to the lionesses.

   "Would you like it really rearranged?" Sherry asked me in a soft drawl.
It must have been a rhetorical question because she and Beth didn't wait
for me to answer before they moved back over to me, one on each side.

   "I want to stay married," I told her - with a pretty good idea where
this was going to go.

   "You will," she assured me, then started kissing her way from my chest
to my groin.  When she got to my rapidly swelling manhood, she paused to
fondle him for a bit.

   "I have fond memories of this bad boy..." she mused before engulfing me
in her very talented mouth - the one that I remembered fondly as well.  I
gave up any idea of protest, moaned and lay back on the mattress, which was
apparently Beth's cue to start making out with me.  Of course, she did it
by starting with her breasts in my face, rubbing them back and forth across
me before sliding them on down to my chest.  When she got there, she turned
and took my head in her hands and began some world-class uvula-spelunking.

   They say it's a tie between twins and a mother-daughter combination when
it comes to the number one fantasy of red-blooded American males.  I don't
know any twins.  But I sure as hell know an incredible mother-daughter
combination - or at least, I do now...  in the Biblical sense.

   Sherry and Beth worked me over like pros.  And they'd switch off between
the romantic kissing/petting position and the down-and-dirty oral.  Then
they really ramped it up.  One would suck my cock while the other licked my
balls.  Then they'd switch.

   I'm not nineteen anymore.  I don't cum at the drop of a zipper.  But
these two had me feeling like I was headed back that direction.  I thought
I was doing well, holding my own while these two experts ravished me - or
is it ravaged?  Still not too sure on that...

   So they took it up another notch.  Sherry mounted me while Beth sat on
my face so I could eat her pussy - and the two of them started making out
and petting each other!  And then they switched!

   I swear, if their purpose was to turn me into a quivering mass of
protoplasm, suitable for putting in a straightjacket and stuffing in the
corner of a padded cell, they were succeeding.  There was no way I was
going to last.  Beth was impaled on me when I leaned back, moaned "Oh, my
God!" and started to cum.  Sherry pushed Beth out of the way so she could
deepthroat me and swallow my load.  All of it.  Every last drop.  When I
was finally drained, she eased off of me.

   "Damn, I've missed that!" she told me, lying back down beside me and
pulling up the covers.  Beth slid in on the other side and snuggled up to
me.  Together, the three of us drifted back off into the velvet darkness.



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