CHAPTER 1
It was early fall, best time of the year to be up at the lake, thought Jack Preston. He'd been home for a week after finishing a novel and had decided to take an extended vacation. His mom has just said why didn't he go up to the lake house and finished off the new bedroom suite that the builders had completed their contract to erect the shell and close it in.
"Yes Jack," said his dad. "If you really want a fulsome vacation you'll have that up at the lake. Beside working on the extension you can go hiking, fish and look at those great sun rises and sunsets and listen to the sound of nature."
"Well I really don't know."
"Just do it Jack. You are still depressed at Gwen leaving you and you have been working way too hard to finish that difficult novel."
"Well the novel is finished and Gwen is not the only woman in the world."
"Ah good to hear your talking sense at last son," said his dad. "Have a woman with you up there, we won't mind."
Oh yeah, thought Jack. Which one? In living with Gwen for almost two years she'd frightened off all of his available female friends.
Jack left next morning for the lake, half of his dad's workshop stowed in the back of his pickup. He arrived five hours later and approved of the quality of the itinerant builder's workmanship.
When preparing his late lunch, Jack took a call.
"Hi," said his sister Susan. "Welcome home. Sorry to hear Gwen walked out on you but glad you have finished that novel that you had to grind on to finish. Until now you have always written fluidly."
"Yeah well Gwen had become a pain in the ass with all her moaning and that affected my work."
"Either that or the time your were spending on your script and groaning about it was giving Gwen a pain in the ass."
"Yeah there are often two sides to a story. You are looking pretty."
She laughed. "Ted and the kids have gone to his parents for a few days, supposedly to give me a break, but I'm bored already. Want to come over and stay a few days?"
"I'm up at the lake, just arrived."
"Oh god, the lake at this time of year. It will be looking great. Can I come up and stay with you?"
"It's at least a six-hour drive from your home."
"That's fine, I'm leaving now. Keep some dinner for me."
"As you wish. Bye."
After carefully inspecting the extension that needed all the interior work apart from the dividing wall done and figuring out the order of work, Jack drove to the small town just over twenty miles away and handed the plans of the extension to the assistant manager who worked out the required amount of beech tongue and groove planking for the ceilings of the bedroom and en suite.
The plastic-wrapped planks were loaded on to one of the depot's larger trailers and Jack was advised to leave the planks flat on the floor of the bedroom for seventy-two hours before he began nail-gunning them to the ceiling joists. He would have access to the pitched roof later to place the insulation that also was loaded on to the trailer. He arranged for the depot to deliver the wall linings, wall insulation, interior doors, shower box, vanity, bathroom hardware and all the plumbing requirements the following week. The assistant manager said business was slow so they would be happy to pick up the loan trailer then.
Jack arrived back only thirty minutes before dark and after unloading prepared dinner and switching on the stereo had a couple of beers. The lake area had cell phone coverage and Susan called just before 8:00 to say she was fifteen minutes away.
He was asleep when she arrived and was awoken with a kiss. He'd automatically reached for a tit and she giggled and yawned and asked where was her drink. Jack poured her a martini and then hauled out a pork roast to rest and finished off the roasted vegetables and boiled peas and steamed the spinach.
"God Jack, this is wonderful," Susan said admiringly, walking over to inspect dinner as it was being served. She was asked to take the red wine to the table.
As they were eating he said which bedroom did she want.
"I'll sleep with you."
"What?"
"Like we did when we were kids."
"God mom would have a fit if we did that."
"Would she what! But we won't be telling her will we?"
Jack went to bed in a t-shirt and underpants and when she emerged from the bathroom nude he snorted, "Jesus Susan, put something on."
"Why, you're not planning to touch me are you?"
He eyed his older sister who'd turn forty next year and though hell yes, he couldn't wait to get a handful of those beauties. But he said no of course not.
He turned over and Susan climbed in beside him and put the light out. She them pressed from her tits to her toes against him and he had to choke back on saying to Susan to back off.
She laid very still, her hand draped over his hip and coming back up against his stomach.
The thirty-six year old developed a full erection and wasn't surprised.
He fell asleep and in the early hours awoke to find she was jerking him.
"Jesus Susan."
"Roll on to your back and give me a decent go. You finger me."
Jack sighed and thought why not. It wasn't as if they were fucking.
Susan felt him heating up and thickening and heard the change in his breathing.
"I want you to shoot over my tits and then I want you to lick me."
"Damn it Susan, why?"
"Because I like sex."
He laughed and felt the simplicity of her answer had him hogtied, remembering over the years he'd often though why he and Susan had never fucked.
He licked her and was delighted to find she tasted as good as any female he'd ever munched.
When she came she said to fuck her and he did that they were at it for almost three hours with rests.
"Never again Susan," he said as they kissed good night.
"Well not this side of daylight. While I'm here you may fuck me every two hours if you wish. I want you to accept there are other women in this world than that bitch Gwen Owens although I do accept you loved her."
"Yeah my mind is easing away from her. I've actually started dwelling on the bad times we had." "Good boy. God my cunt feels raw."
Jack tried to stay away from her during the next three days but she protested and said she was having a great time and that was because he was excellent at fucking. He even tried to sleep in the other bedroom but she came after him and dragged him back to her bed.
Actually it was great, he had to concede. He was almost falling in love with his sister but the emphasis had to be on 'almost'. No way would he come between a mother and her family.
On their fourth day together they worked on the ceiling and only then did Jack appreciate it would have been a huge struggle setting each plank in place and propping it from the floor ready for nailing had he been working alone.
Susan left the following morning and said he would find doing the wall linings easier if he had someone to help him.
Her brother mumbled he'd manage.
That afternoon his mom's youngest sister Aunt Kate Reynolds arrived and said Susan had suggested she spend a few days with Jack and help him line walls.
"Um that's great although the shipment will not arrive until another two days."
