Lake House Memory

Literotic asexstories – Lake House Memory by TxAuthor,TxAuthor All characters are 18 or older.

Chapter 1

The cabin was just as I remembered it, frozen in time. It was my mother’s summer cabin growing up, built by her grandfather and used for decades by the family on the lake. It had been the site of countless summer vacations, family reunions, and at least one marriage proposal. And now, we were here to prep it for sale.

My sister Chrissy, my mother, and I stood in front of the cabin as if we were seeing it for the first time. Small waves lapped the dock, where a small boat was winterized and waiting for family that would not come to ride this year. The decision to sell it had not come lightly, my mother was now the sole owner and we had not been to visit in four years. Why keep a dusty old cabin in the woods, she had asked us. She didn’t want us to inherit a burden, she had said.

Now that we stood in front of it, my senses were flooded, bringing back memories. The sounds of the water, the smell of the wild flowers by the front steps, all of it took me back to days when dad was still alive and we met our cousins and aunts and uncles for weeks at a time in the summer. We would grill every night and go tubing behind the boat before sitting out on the immense back porch and watch the fireflies dance in the night. I remembered my grandfather and grandmother, still very much in love until they passed, and how after that the cabin saw less and less use.

Over the years the back porch got a hot tub and the cabin got good internet, and fewer relatives visited. When dad died, mom stopped coming, and with our grandmother’s recent passing mom was the sole owner of the cabin. Her response had been immediate. “I don’t want it.” Since then, we had made plans to spend a month out here, cleaning and getting it ready to sell. A strange start to our summer vacation.

I was home from college and Chrissy had just graduated. She was off to grad school in the fall and I was starting my junior year. I was close to my mother and sister, particularly after dad died. I was happy to see them, although the occasion felt bittersweet.

“Come on,” mom said with determination, “let’s at least assess how things look and unpack.” We followed mom up the steps and she unlocked the door. The alarm chirped it’s warning as she punched in the code to disarm it. The house was in good shape despite being dormant for a few years. Mom took in an audible breath as she first looked over the large, open ground floor.

“You okay, mom?” Chrissy asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just took me back for a moment,” she said.

“Me, too,” Chrissy said, and slipped her arm around mom’s. I set down a large tub of cleaning supplies and brought in our bags. Chrissy helped while mom surveyed the house. One year a cat had gotten into the house and had a litter of kittens waiting for us. Luckily this year the house was free of small visitors.

Mom handed me a list of things to check. Mom was a consummate list maker, a trait she inherited from our grandmother. I walked the property, checking for water leaks and inspecting the dock and boat. It was a small boat, designed for a handful of passengers. Chrissy checked the upstairs while mom headed into town to get groceries. When she returned, I was surprised by the amount of beer she bought, but alcohol had always been a staple at the cabin. The first time I got drunk was as a teen, sneaking a few beers with Chrissy and our cousin Kate.

As I hauled in groceries and stocked the refrigerator it dawned on me that we weren’t just sprucing up the cabin. This was our last vacation in it as well. We unpacked, and checked the house from top to bottom as the sun got low over the lake. Mom looked out over the water through the window, and spoke to us without turning.

“Throw a frozen pizza in the oven, let’s sit out on the deck.”

Chrissy and mom changed into bathing suits and I met them by the hot tub with dinner and a few beers. Mom sat on the deck, cross-legged, eating and looking out at the water. The sun cast everything in a golden glow, and I felt like a kid again. The feeling dissipated when Chrissy pulled a metal box, a little longer than a shoe box, out and set it on the deck between us.

“What is that?” I asked.

“I found it in the upstairs bedroom, behind some boxes in the closet. It’s a bunch of old photos.”

“Oh, god,” mom said. “You shouldn’t go through those.” She reached for the box but Chrissy kept it out of reach.

“Why?” Chrissy said, but she had already opened the box and had taken out of stack of photos. “Oh, I see why,” she giggled, passing them to me.

The photos in my hand were old, judging by the paper and the look of the film. Most were shots of the cabin, but the one on top was of two women, completely naked, standing shoulder to shoulder. One I instantly recognized as my own mother. She was about my age, probably 20 or 21, but I’d recognize her face and smile anywhere. Of course there were new things I had not seen before. My mom had a narrow waist and curvy hips, and apparently had them when she was young. She also had large, perky breasts. I found myself looking at them too intently.

“I’ll take those,” mom said, reaching over and taking the photos from me. But Chrissy had others, her eyes wide as she flipped through them and laughed.

“Geez mom, your whole family is naked in these,” Chrissy said, passing me the photos. Mom tried to stop her but Chrissy just giggled and scooted back from mom. The photos were now scattered around us. Shots of people in the cottage, on the boat, having fun and completely naked. Lots of bush, I noted, but it was the times. Pictures of mom and grandma on the boat, smiling and naked. I was surprised by how casual it was to look at naked photos of your family, maybe that was just the vibe of the cabin.

“It was a different time,” mom said, also giggling. She opened a second beer and took a sip. We passed around the photos in silence for a while. Suddenly Chrissy gasped and passed me a photo. It was a picture of our mom, her brothers, and her mom and dad, all naked. They were lined up in front of the boat, all grinning in the high sun. Her mother was next to her, also top-heavy but some of her youthful firmness had given way to time. But what struck me was all three men were sporting large, flaccid dicks. They just hung there, almost otherworldly in their size.

I thought of my own, and wondered if I measured up. I thought I probably did, but I had never really thought of it much until seeing that photo. A virgin, I had not had any experience to really tell me if I was average or not. Clearly, big dicks ran in the family.

“These are huge,” Chrissy said, holding up the photo. She picked up another one and showed it to us. It was our grandfather, wearing a fishing hat and holding up a fish he caught. His member, hanging between his legs, was bigger than the fish.

“Let’s put these away,” Mom said. She gathered up the photos and put the box inside. When she returned the sun was almost down. She turned on the string lights on the porch and switched on the hot tub. I had cleaned it that afternoon, and we were all dying to try it out.

“I’m glad you warmed it up earlier,” mom said as she slid into it. Chrissy grabbed her beer and we joined her. We sat in silence for a while, until Chrissy spoke.

“Does the entire side of your family have big ones?” Chrissy asked. She was buzzed, and her filter was gone.

“Chrissy!” Mom said, shocked.

“I’m just asking, mom. They’re huge! And who walks around naked all day, and takes pictures?”

“It was a more liberated time,” Mom said. “Besides, no one is around for miles, we could do whatever we wanted.”

“But that’s a lot of nudity,” Chrissy said. I sat back, nursing the single beer I had opened earlier. My sister was getting drunk, as was mom. “I mean a whole lot of dick in those photos. And they were’t even hard!”

“Chrissy, you’re drunk,” mom said, but she laughed and playfully splashed her. They laughed and I joined them. I was still thinking about the photos, and realized that my mom still looked good for age, and that Chrissy looked a lot like the younger version of mom from the photos.

“I am,” Chrissy agreed. “Peter,” she said, looking at me, “do you take after mom’s side of the family?”

“Chrissy!” Mom said, causing Chrissy to laugh hard and splash mom.

“It’s fine,” I said, blushing. “I don’t know, really.”

“There’s no way you don’t know,” Chrissy said. “Every boy I know has measured theirs.”

“I haven’t seen that many, certainly not in person. I guess you have,” I retorted, and my sister laughed. “I mean, are your tits the same as mom’s when she was younger?”
 I don’t know why I said it out loud, but I had been wondering for about an hour if that were the case. Chrissy looked at me, and then at Mom, and then sat up in the hot tub. She untied her bikini top and took it off before Mom could protest. She sat up, her chest heaving, her tits out in the open. I stared, my mouth agape.

“Well?” she said.

“Chrissy, for god’s sake,” Mom said. “Put your top on.”

“Oh come on, Mom,” Chrissy said. “It’s the cabin, it’s what we do out here, apparently.”

“That was a long time ago,” Mom said, a funny look in her eyes.

This exchange happened while I was looking at Chrissy’s tits. I knew, abstractly, that she had a nice pair, my friends all said so. But looking at them, even though this was my older sister, was stirring a physiological, instinctual response in me. I knew I shouldn’t feel that way. I wondered, suddenly, if my uncles had felt the same stirrings when mom was naked.

“I don’t know, I see the appeal even today, Mom,” Chrissy said, and leaned back in the tub. “You didn’t answer my question, Peter.”

“Oh,” I said. The question had seemed to have been asked years ago. “I mean, they look the same.”

“Thank you,” Chrissy said proudly, taking a long sip of beer. “See, Mom? Peter doesn’t mind. I bet yours still look good, you were pretty hot back in the day, and you’ve still got it going on.”

Mom blushed and said, “You guys are too much sometimes.” She laughed as she said it.

“Show us tits, Mom,” Chrissy said. “Come on!” She gently splashed me, urging me to join in. I found myself joining in with Chrissy, imploring mom to take off her top. It was surreal to even have the conversation, let alone contemplate the possibility. Mom laughed, and took a drink.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked me directly. I nodded, stunned, and mom stripped off her bikini top. Her tits were bigger than in her younger years, and not as firm, but still stunning. I was equally surprised by my erection, this was my mother after all. I told myself it was just the surprise of the situation.

“Actually, this brings back a lot of memories,” Mom said wistfully. They sat quietly, drinking until their beers were empty. Mom hopped out, her tits jiggling, as she headed into the house and retrieved two new beers. She popped the top and handed one to Chrissy as she slid back into the hot tub.

“Okay,” Chrissy said after taking a long drink. “Let’s see it, Peter.”

“What?” Mom and I said together.

“We’re comparing old to new,” she said. “I want to see if how you compare to Grandpa, uncle Mike, and uncle Scott.”

“Chrissy, that’s enough,” Mom said. She reached for her top, and I desperately wanted her to keep it off.

“It’s fine,” I said, and I slipped out of by bathing suit. I dropped it with a wet thud on the deck next to the hot tub. I cleared my throat, surprisingly nervous, and stood up. My dick was hard, but not fully so, waving with leftover momentum from my movements.

“Peter,” Mom said, but said nothing else. She was staring, transfixed. I felt self conscious but also, oddly liberated.

Chrissy stared. “Okay, it’s genetic,” she declared, holding her hands like as if measuring it. “Damn, Peter. Nice.”

“Sit down,” Mom said, as if she was scared to continue looking at it. I sat back into the water, blushing. I felt a little giddy, as if doing something forbidden was also a little intoxicating.

Normal conversation ensued but in some ways a seal had been broken. I tried not to stare at their tits but failed. I still couldn’t believe I had shown my mom and my sister my dick. I was mortified by my erection at first but over time I forgot about it. Over time the conversation shifted to tomorrow’s plan for cleaning. Chrissy and I were supposed to clean out the gutters. Mom wanted to get the worst chores done first, which was fine with me. That way the latter part of the month we could enjoy the lake house one last time.

I felt giddy, intoxicated, as my dick bobbed around in the swirling water while I looked freely at my sister and mother’s tits. Yes, they were family, but tits are tits and they looked great. Chrissy kept looking over at me and smirking, I think she enjoyed the attention. After a while we got cold and Mom hopped out, her tits bouncing heavily. Chrissy saw me looked and raised her eyebrows playfully. She sat back, sinking to her neck under the rolling bubbles.

“Who’s getting out first?” she said after mom left.

“Does it matter?” I asked.

“I want to see it again,” she said simply, as if she was explaining how to solve a math problem. “You’ve been looking at our tits all night. It’s only fair.”

I sighed and she giggled. I stood up, reaching for a towel, suddenly self conscious of my swollen member wagging left and right as I moved. She stared at it, a grin on her face.

“This is weird,” I said, reaching for a towel. Chrissy stood up, too, her tits dripping water. It was so erotic and I had to remind myself, for the umpteenth time that night, that this was my sister.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, sliding out of of the hot tub and wrapping a towel around herself before heading inside.

Chapter 2

I slept fitfully, my erect member and forbidden thoughts held at bay by reason. I told myself that if I came by my own hand I’d be crossing a line. So I tried to sleep in vain. When I finally woke, mom was knocking on my door.

“Rise and shine, Peter,” she said. “Chrissy’s got breakfast going, I’m going to check the dock for bad planks.”

I got dressed and met Chrissy in the kitchen. We ate and discussed the day’s chore–cleaning the gutters. She wore jean shorts and a t-shirt, and I found myself surprised that I longed to see her naked. Did my uncles feel the same way about my mom back in the day? Maybe you get used to the nudist lifestyle. I’d have to ask mom.

We got to work. I was on the ladder and she had a large trash can below me. I’d shovel out years worth of dirt and leaves and she’d catch what I missed. We worked slowly, until she suggested I get on the roof. Even then, it was hot work. It was necessary, but not fun in the slightest. The only perk was I could stare down at Chrissy’s cleavage. I was surprised to find myself interested, but I was. How did people who get naked around their family cope? Was I weird, or was this normal?

As if reading my mind, Chrissy said, “So, Pete, was it weird, last night?”

“Which part?” I joked. “Your tits or Mom’s, or showing you guys my dick?”

“Good point,” she mused. She looked out toward the dock, where mom was hammering in a fresh board. “I wonder if our uncles, or even grandpa, ever got hard in front of Mom or grandma.”

“Maybe they never took photos while hard,” I guessed. She nodded and we kept working. After a time I asked, “Was it weird for you?”

“I’m not gonna lie,” she said. “Seeing Mom topless was weird. Then seeing your dick, well it was weird, too. Not bad, but weird. Definitely not how I planned to end my day. But, still, it was kinda fun, too, right? I mean it seemed like you were having fun.”

“It was fun,” I agreed. “Strange, and fun.” The sun beat down on me and even though I wore a hat I was roasting. We were about halfway done when I suggested we take a break. I climbed down and we sat in the shade and drank water. We were both sweaty and my shirt was soaked. I was worried about getting burned so I took off my shirt and rubbed sunscreen on my chest and arms.

“Will you get my back?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. She rubbed lotion on my back and neck. “You’ve been working out.”

“I have,” I said. “I have a lot of time in between classes.”

“Well, you look good,” she said. She cast a glance at our mom, who had moved down the dock and was prying up an old board. “Would you get my back, too?” Before I could answer she took off her tank top. My eyes widened as she reached back and unhooked her bra. It slackened and her tits fell slightly. She peeled it away and she tossed it onto the table next to us. She turned her back to me and held her breasts in her hands.

With shaking hands, I put sunscreen on my hands and rubbed it into her back. I had done this many times but never while she was topless. I tried to keep calm but I also looked over her shoulder and the gently downward slope of her breasts. She let go of them and I felt myself fully stiffen at the sight of them. When I finished she took the sunscreen and put it on her face, arms, stomach, and–to my delight–rubbed it into her tits.

“Let’s get back to work,” she said.

The hot and dirty job of cleaning the gutters was much more enjoyable after our break. I got an unfettered look down at her tits, and I was glad the cabin was remote. Mom finally came back from the dock and saw us. She paused, looking at us, but said nothing and headed inside, her tools tucked under her arm. My dick throbbed as we worked, but I was not about to take off my shorts on a hot roof. When we finished, it was after lunch, and I was starving. Chrissy rinsed off with a hose on the side of the house and handed it to me.

“I used all the warm water from the hose,” she said with a grin. I rinsed off, the cold water cooling me off and also tempering my erection. Maybe, I thought, this was how my uncles and grandfather kept erections at bay. I joined Chrissy under the shade of the porch, where I was surprised to see my mother topless as well. They acted natural, and I tried my best not to stare and not to react. Of course, some autonomous parts of me definitely reacted.

We ate in the cool shade and discussed plans to paint the front door in the afternoon. After that, mom said, we could swim in the lake and relax. As we ate, Chrissy asked a question we had wondered while we had cleaned the gutters.

“Mom, did you guys just one day end up naked? And why did we not know about it earlier?”

“I’ll answer your second question first. Your dad was, I’ll put it delicately, not going to be okay with family nudity. And my brothers’ wives are also not so open minded. So once they came into the picture, it all stopped. I guess it started before I was born. We were never naked at home, but when we came to the lake house, it was totally normal to be naked.”

“Did your brothers ever get hard?” Chrissy asked, and I blushed.

“They did,” Mom said nonchalantly. “It’s normal. I mean there was a lot of tits and ass around, all the time. And, my mom was a very attractive woman. I had seen my dad get hard before, and he and mom would disappear for a bit and then he was relaxed. I remember the first time I saw my oldest brother get hard. I stared at it as it grew and he was embarrassed. But really most of the time it was no big deal.”

“So your parents–our grandparents–used to sneak off for sex all the time?” I asked. I don’t know why I did. Even Chrissy, the less inhibited of the two of us, was surprised.

“Yes,” Mom said, and blushed a little. “You had to be careful not to walk in on them. They would find a place they thought was secluded but once I needed the gas can for the boat and opened the shed and found them going at it. I ran off and they kept going. Of course Mike and Scott tried to catch them in the act, it was a game for them. Let’s just say your grandparents got caught a lot,” Mom laughed, her tits jiggling.