My Cousins Cabin

My family lives near the city, my closest cousin and best friend growing up was Kevin, his parents, my aunt, and uncle, had a small summer get away cabin up on a small lake. We spent many summer get away vacations up at that lake, both alone and together. I cherished the few weeks when Kevin and I could be together and explore the local woods and be scavengers, our imaginations used to run rampant.

The cabin was small, only 2 bedrooms, an eat in kitchen, a living room with a big old wood stove, and a wrap around back porch that one side was screened in, the other side opened facing a gorgeous pine tree edged lake, that the morning sun glistened off of, as we would sit on the porch eating our Cheerios as kids. The cabin was built pre 1930’s and electricity was added in the 60’s and a bathroom bump out was added in the 70’s to eliminate the outhouse, which was really only a sink and toilet. (No tub or shower, that’s what the lake was for). We brought food and water, as the well water had a strong sulfur smell and bad taste. Because of the size we’d coordinate and alternate vacations so both families were rarely visiting at the same time, but often we would overlap a weekend.

Kevin was about 2 weeks older than me, and our birthdays both fell in July, often our parents would plan a brief weekend overlap of our visits, which I cherished most because Kev and I just had a great time together, heck we were kids and we always had a blast. During that time our parents each took a bedroom, and Kev and I would either sleep in our sleeping bags in the living room, or out on the screen porch. Later Kev’s parents brought a double bed pull out couch for the living room, after they upgraded their home to a new living room set. Kev and I thought we were in heaven, finally getting a real bed instead of a porch or living room floor, even though we had to share. Then the time would come that either his family or ours would leave and we’d get to move to one of the bedrooms, but being there at the lake without Kev wasn’t as much fun, even though I got my own bedroom when they weren’t there.

As teens and out of school for the summer, we were little devils and got into all kinds of mischief, often we convinced our parents to share us, giving Kev and I two weeks together, his parents would bring me up with them and Kev would stay with me and my parents the 2nd week, and my parents would bring him home, that gave us 2 weeks together as kids rather than just a few days or the weekend overlap. We always celebrated our birthdays together on that overlap as a family.

Kev was a bit more developed than me, but I held my own against him, he is tall and blonde, tanned all summer long, beautiful green eyes, nine times out of ten we both wore only worn cut off jeans, never a shirt unless it was raining or we went into town, and old style canvas sneakers with no socks. Our summer wardrobe was pretty damn simple, shorts and sneaks. Usually the same ones everyday as we swam in them too, hell we were practically naked. Once puberty set in we usually added a tee shirt but that was the extent of it.

After a few years, As we grew older we spent less summer time together, but managed to get up to the camp even if not with each other, I often reminisced about our times together as kids, we often talked to each other about heading up together when we finally got our licenses and own cars, but it never happened. For our 18th birthday and  graduation our parents decided we should do a old time get together before we both headed off to college, we all agreed, Kev and his parents went up the first week, and we’d share the weekend like old times and me and my parents would spend the 2nd week. Kind of like a rite of passage, end of our childhood memories and more than likely the last time that we could share those precious memories again together as a family. We were both so excited and looking forward to this possible “last” vacation together before college.

Sure we saw each other at family gatherings for holidays, weddings and funerals, but we weren’t in “camp” mode, we were fully dressed and “normal people”, not ruffian’s camped out, we also played on opposing little league teams growing up, and he had his friends and I had mine, but the two of us were always competitive, nothing ever compared to our camp bond that we two had alone together.

So back to our 18th birthday trip, it was the first time Kev and I would be together at camp since we were about 15. Kevs parents drove their car, Kev drove himself, but I went with my parents. As we pulled into the driveway on a hot summer July midday, there was Kev, shirtless, cutoffs (I swear they looked like the same ones he was wearing when he was 15). He was swinging an axe at the woodpile, splitting logs for the wood stove, wearing a sweat band that was holding his long dirty blonde hair out of his green eyes, with beads of sweat running down a set of washboard abs, shit I haven’t seen him shirtless in a few years but this guys been working out, I have to say he looked pretty hot. He had his usual summer tan and blonde peach fuzz covered thighs bulging out of those super worn cutoffs. His arms were covered in ripped muscles and his veins shown through slightly raised even with his tan. A smile came on his face as he saw us pull in, he slammed the axe into a log as he grabbed his tee shirt olny to mop the sweat off himself, he walked toward our car. After a brief general greeting with a huge dimpled smile, he grabbed me lifting me off the ground in a sweaty bear hug, wishing me a happy birthday “Bro”. My face was pressed against his sweaty shoulder, it was hot and wet, and my lips managed to accidentally taste the damp salty taste deposited onto them, as my tongue came out to savor the taste, I was Tempted to try to maneuver my face, to wipe some more of that sweat off. My hands instinctively grabbed his back just below his shoulders. His back was meaty but firm, again his skin was warmer than the air temperature and my hands and arms wanted to absorb his dampness as I rubbed and patted his back. I raised my legs to wrap them around his legs, interlocking them, which put us crotch to crotch, I know damn well we were dick to dick and I know I could feel us poking at each other as he quickly put me down. God I was glad to see him, and oddly I felt a weird attraction to him that I’ve never felt before. I grabbed our bags, and he grabbed an armful of firewood as we walked to the cabin.

We got inside and mom and dad and my aunt and uncle were making the rounds greeting each other and Uncle Bill began handing out beers, Aunt Kate had cheese and crackers and a veggie platter as we gathered in a celebratory cheer. Kev and I did a quick catch up on friends, school, college plans, and girlfriends amongst other stuff, with a wink or two as we planned out our next 3 days together.

About an hour later, we found ourselves both out on the dock, pushing and shoving in a chicken match, he was still in his cut offs and sneaks, I was in a tee shirt, track shorts and sneakers with ankle socks. We wrestled each other back and forth, to and fro, until he had me in a headlock with my face toward his back as I regretfully gave up, I eyed down his ass gap under his waistband and savored the view of the tanned skin and tiny blonde hairs with beads of sweat trickling through them, when I got a burst of energy and hurled my shoulder into his abs, sending us both into the cool lake. Kev popped out like a cork, arms extended overhead as he came down dunking me under the water. So the fight was on, as it continued in the water until we both came up gasping for air hanging to the dock laughing our asses off. Kev took his hand and rubbed my head of wet hair saying “I’m glad we’re here”, I acknowledged, and slid closer to embrace him in a hug. He hauled himself up onto the dock and reached down to pull me up onto the dock as the water ran off of our bodies.

We both settled down and went back to sitting on the dock, which became lying to dry in the sun, as we continued to talk. Eventually we both wound up falling asleep.  I awoke realizing my legs and arms were beginning to burn in the hot summer sun, I sat up and rubbed some lake water on my exposed skin to just cool it down a bit. I sat there starting at Kev’s god like body and as I gazed at the blonde hair treasure trail that led from his belly button into the waistband of his tattered, faded, cutoff jeans, faded much lighter, almost to white, there were obvious raised areas around his package. I could see the outline of his dick with a distinctive larger head and a ball spot on each side of the crotch seam. Just below his right front pocket the material was a so tattered and almost 6 inches of worn spot that only the white horizontal threads were visible almost all the way to the leg hole.

I always considered myself straight, but today I had feelings, feelings like never before and worse yet it was for my cousin. Sure I’ve seen porn, both straight, gay and bi, but I was more than somewhat aroused, as I placed my hand on my crotch to adjust my junk, which was noticeably uncomfortable to me, luckily Kev was still asleep. Suddenly he moved slightly to one side and brought one leg up to a bent knee, and he extended his arm up behind his head, elongating his left peck and nipple also exposing a fine blonde arm pit cluster of hair nestled in between those muscles, with sweat beads beginning to develop across his exposed skin. Looking down to his bent leg, his new position accentuated his package shape even more, and I could only imagine what that monster looks like today. Sure as kids we checked each other out, heck we even played sword fights, crossed swords and crossed streams, but that was kids and in fun. I have to say all those images of long past years came back to my mind, as I tried to imagine his 15 year old dick all grown up in those tight cut offs, unfortunately they were so tight I couldn’t see up his leg cutouts. With that I splashed cool water on him, as he jumped up almost mad, but I saw what appeared to be a larger package, hell, he had a woody, maybe more. Somehow I was now more than obsessed.

As we headed toward the shore off the dock, he told me to grab the paddles and he headed toward the canoe. We were headed out for some fun on the lake. We hopped in the canoe, paddled out a ways, Kev was in the front, I was in the rear, the sun was hitting his back as his perfect paddling form made his back muscles glisten as they flexed in concert to the rhythm of his biceps expanding and contracting. It was now I see his broadness at his shoulders down to the narrows of his waist, all in a beautiful tan covered with a soft peachy blonde fuzz, god he is gorgeous. I just wanted to touch him and feel him, as I paddled, and my own hard on flipped back and forth in my shorts as I both paddled and shifted from side to side, I was beginning to get some excitement going down there and wanted to pick up the pace when suddenly Kev stopped and began rocking the canoe from side to side as he looked back at me with a shit ass grin on his face. I knew what that meant, it meant I’d be getting wet, and pretty darn quick.

Sure enough, it was quick, he flipped us over and in we went, after a brief encounter where I swam over to attack and dunk him, and we engaged in a brief scuffle of horseplay. Then we attempted to rock the water out as we flipped the canoe right side up. We managed to right it and it seemed fairly empty as he held it while I fought to climb in without flipping it again. Boy what a fight, it seemed it was harder to do than I remember when we were kids. Finally I managed to get back in. I was pretty winded as Kev swam to retrieve and hand me the paddles, then I counter balanced the canoe the best I could, while he tried to climb in. It was a bigger fight for him than me, then finally he seemingly rolled over the side, he lay on his side almost exhausted, in the pooled water in the bottom, with his head on the floor and his knees over the center seat. I lay opposite with my head on the seat and my feet dangling over the side. We both lay there for a short rest giggling while admitting we weren’t as good at that as we used to be, and discovered that was much harder than we remembered.

 To be continued