Brotherly Duties: Hunting Cabin #01

My sister and I continued to have our “fun” together for the rest of the semester and it was like a “dream come true”. We spent nearly every Friday or Saturday night screwing our brains out except for the rare occasions when my roommate stayed in Milwaukee for the weekend. You would think someone would have caught on to what we were doing but they didn’t. We did hear comments about how good we got along with each other, but everyone seemed to think it was sweet for a brother and sister to be so close. Thinking back on those days, I guess we didn’t fuck every weekend, since we both attended different colleges we were not invited to all the same parties and we both still went on dates. The dates just never seemed to work out and my sister would end up sneaking up to my dorm room the following weekend or I would call and invite her over. We even had a special knock, where she would knock with her hand three times then kick the door twice and I would know she needed in and I should hurry to open the door.

Then it was time to pack everything up and head back home for the summer. My sister and I spent our college summers at our parent’s home in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan (typically called the U.P. by everyone living there). So we packed up my 78′ Monte Carlo and drove nearly 3 hour’s home. We quickly found that our opportunities for “fun” were now few and far between. I took a job in a furniture factory for the summer and my sister started bartending on weekends getting her time off in the middle of the week. Plus we were staying at our parent’s house and didn’t dare try anything under that roof! Just the thought of getting caught by our Mom or Dad was too much to deal with and so by mutual consent we didn’t risk it, even if we were sure we were the only ones home.

Seeing my sister at the breakfast table each morning, her hair mussed up and wearing a flimsy little robe with pajamas stretched tight beneath was driving me crazy and I couldn’t wait for the summer to be done with and us go back to college. We found a couple mid-week evenings when we made excuses to drive off together and have a “quickie” parked on a dirt road back in the middle of nowhere but it never seemed enough and had its own risks such as the occasional cop that drove by.

It was the beginning of August when our opportunity came. We had an Aunt and Uncle that lived in Lower Michigan (People from Lower Michigan were called Trolls by the locals because they live “under” the Mackinaw Bridge) and they owned a hunting cabin way back in the woods that was primarily used during deer hunting season. We were told that our Aunt, Uncle, and our cousin Ginny were driving up to drop off a new gun rack and a replacement bed for the hunting cabin. Mom had asked Jodi (my sister) to take that weekend off from work because she wanted Jodi and I to sweep out, air out, and otherwise clean the cabin. Our Uncle offered to pay us each $100 to do the cleaning plus Mom sweetened the deal when she offered to cook Lasagna the following week for us. The plan was that everyone would meet at the cabin Saturday morning then after they dropped off the gun rack and bed, Mom and Dad would jump in with our relatives and drive up north to the Casino at the Indian Reservation, returning Sunday evening to pick us back up.

This seemed the perfect opportunity to me and considering the wink Jodi snuck me I could tell she was looking forward to the weekend as well.

That Saturday morning Mom loaded up a cooler of food for us while I tossed some cloths and other supplies in a backpack. After Mom yelled for Jodi to hurry up, she ran down the stairs with her own backpack and wearing a very familiar jean skirt with big pockets and a white V-necked, button down shirt. I couldn’t help myself but grin at Jodi and her returning grin was pure Evil. I was already getting hard and had to excuse myself to the bathroom so that I could shift things around to a more comfortable position. The ride out to the cabin was bumpy, dusty and hot but I couldn’t have been happier.

The hunting cabin consists of the cabin itself with a kitchen area, living room with fireplace, bathroom, then one huge bedroom with several bunk beds for the men, and two smaller bedrooms, one for children and one master bedroom used by our Aunt and Uncle during vacations. The new bed was for the master bedroom and the new gun cabinet was for the living room. Next to the cabin sitting at 90 degrees from it was the barn. It was more of an oversized two level garage but we called it the barn. The top floor was L-shaped with the side portion of the top floor being used for storage and the back section was filled with bales of straw. The bottom floor had a workshop for loading gun rounds and storage for snowmobiles and a riding lawnmower.

We reached the cabin first and had the food and backpacks unloaded and put away before another car drove up and parked in front of the barn. Our Aunt and Uncle jumped out of the vehicle and hugs, kisses, slaps on the back, and other greetings were given all around. I was shocked when I saw Ginny climb out of the back seat holding a cardboard box full of gun ammo. It had been at least three years since I last saw Ginny and she had sprouted up. She was 18 now but because of an illness when she was young she was held back a grade and so still had one year of High School left to go. I had to admit to myself she looked great! Her honey colored hair, big brown eyes, and slim/petite build was a great combination, although a little too skinny and gangly for my tastes. Jodi ran up to Ginny and gave her a big hug crushing the cardboard box between them. Thinking gun ammo shouldn’t be crushed like that, I offered to take the box into the barn for Ginny while they chatted away. Then the unloading commenced, and we hauled the bed and gun cabinet into the cabin, then several gas cans and cleaning supplies into the barn.

I was sitting on a bench in the barn when Jodi came in followed by my Dad. She came over to sit next to me as Dad told us what to do in case of an emergency. After the lecture he gave us a big smile and said, “I hear a blackjack table calling my name, see you tomorrow!” He then went outside and we heard the sound of several doors slamming, an engine start up, and then the cracking of stones under tires as the car turned around.

I turned to Jodi with an evil grin of my own and said, “I thought they would never leave us!” Then I reached over and started tickling my sister’s sides making her squirm even as I pulled her body towards mine.

“No!” my sister shouted making the word draw out as she giggled. “Let’s make sure they are gone before you go and get us in trouble!”

We both jumped to our feet and sprinted over to the barn door, looking over the tall grass and through the trees, but because of all the dust we could only see the tail lights as the car turned a corner. Jodi squealed as I reached up under her jean skirt and then she batted my hand away. Giggling she went to a cabinet in the back of the barn and pulled out a large wool blanket. She commanded, “Follow me” and started carrying the blanket up the ladder leading to the second floor.

My cock was already straining at my zipper as I climbed, then swung around the ladder to chase her to the back portion of the second floor. She just started kicking a broken bale of straw around trying to give us a comfortable place to lay the blanket down. The only open area to do this was right next to the balcony overlooking the 1st floor. I helped kick the straw around, then we each grabbed an end of the blanket laying it over the flattened out bale.

“Finally,” I panted as my sister dropped to her knees on the blanket and I did the same facing her. I reached down slowly, my hands caressing first her waist, then her hips, then down her thighs and up under her skirt. Jodi first untied the bottom of her shirt and then started slowly unbuttoning it from the bottom up. My fingers hooked into her panties and I wiggled them from side to side over her cute little bubble butt and hips then down her legs. She first lifted one leg then the other while I slid the panties the rest of the way off her. While Jodi finished unbuttoning her shirt I reached under it and around her back unclasping her bra. Our faces were very close as her bra came undone and I gave her a soft feathery kiss. Her bra was white and lacy and didn’t have shoulder straps so it slid right off and I set it aside next to her matching white panties.

I wiggle-stepped forward a little, pushing her white shirt aside so I could see her wondrous, beautifully large tits. Jodi lifted my tee-shirt over my head throwing it over the railing to the floor below. She was then fumbling at my zipper but having trouble getting it down because I was leaning over running my tongue around her right breast while using my hand to massage the opposite nipple making both become hard at my touch.

Jodi growled something like “That’s it big brother” but it could just as easily been “Lick it even harder”. Whatever it was, it was meant as an encouragement so I continued. Her tits were like heaven, soft and smooth but with hard nipples. I nuzzled my face between them, kissing and licking, then worked my way up to her neck. This allowed her to succeed in unzipping my jeans so I took a break from her neck to help remove my jeans and underwear.