**All characters are over 18 years of age**
August 1989
Steve reluctantly agreed to go with his family to the summer house. He would rather have spent the last days of his summer break hanging out with his friends before they all left town to go back to college and trying to get into the pants of his girlfriend, Sherrie. Steve was not a virgin, but Sherrie was and he was having a hard time convincing her to give him her virginity. But.... his parents were insistent, demanding he come on family vacation before he was out of the house completely in a couple years, and the summer house was usually a pretty good time.
It wasn't too fancy, just a big old house near the river about 60 miles north of the city. His dad had inherited it and shared ownership of it with Steve's aunt Candice. They rented it out for most of the summer, but the families usually tried to spend at least a week there every summer. Sometimes the whole extended family showed up, sometimes close friends and their families would join them. It was right on the river, had a total of 6 bedrooms and was great for swimming and cool, lazy summer days and Steve always liked it when he was a kid, but now he was 19, going into his sophomore year of college and wasn't as interested in the wholesome family fun at the river. He would rather have smoked some weed, listened to Guns n Roses and tried to get laid.
Steve had helped his dad unload all the luggage and groceries when they arrived and then started to get settled in his room. His sister Lisa, not quite 2 years younger having just turned 18 and Steve being about 3 months shy of 20, had one of the room two doors down. She kept to herself a lot, her nose in books like Fahrenheit 451 and On The Road. They weren't as close as they once were but they always looked out for each other. Steve knew she didn't really want to be at the river either, but she had just graduated and definitely was still under the rule of law for the Nathan house so what she wanted didn't enter into the equation at all.
Some old friends of his mom and dad would be joining them later that evening. Calvin and his wife Terri, and Brenda. Calvin was about 20 years older than his dad and had been a coworker of his dad's until he retired a couple years ago. He looked even older, wrinkled face and the classic alcoholic nose. Calvin's wife Terri was the odd one out, older than the other women and not really friendly with them. She seemed to Steve to just be an old prude. She was a slight, little woman who perpetually looked like she smelled something unpleasant.
Brenda was an old friend of his moms who had been widowed about a year or two ago. She was in her late 40s like Steve's parents and looked like the typical middle aged working class woman. A few laugh lines on the face and a bit of paunch that women can get, but she was still attractive with a thick head of black curly hair, a really round plentiful ass and a rack to die for.
Steve had begun to unpack and was surprised when he opened the drawer to the dresser in his room. It seemed one of the summer tenants had left behind some porn! Score! There were a couple of Penthouse magazines and an old school pulp fuck book about an airline pilot fucking all the stewardesses and a couple of passengers. Back in '89 porn wasn't as easily accessible as it is now, so finding some was like Christmas! He stashed them in between the mattress and box spring of his bed and looked forward to stroking later.
He went back downstairs and his dad was grilling some burgers and the guests started showing up. Calvin and Terri arrived first, just as the burgers started coming off the grill. The Phone rang and Steve's mom answered it. Brenda was running a little late and told his mom to not hold dinner for her, so everyone began to eat.
The booze started to flow among the adults after dinner, (Steve's parents still wouldn't let Steve drink. "21 is the legal age!" was his dad's mantra) and Calvin started telling his Navy stories. Steve had grown to hate Calvin's stories over the many years he had hung out with his dad, and really didn't like Calvin or his silver haired wife either. Steve said good night and turned in early to slip off to his room and check out the dirty books he had found earlier!
Steve got ready for bed, taking off his shirt and pulling on some cotton pajama bottoms. He looked in the mirror and flexed. Steve was a very handsome young man, light brown hair to his shoulders, a tight muscled frame and a devilish smile that helped Steve get plenty of girlfriends while in high school. Even though he had many girlfriends it wasn't until he went to college that he lost his virginity to a junior in his English class who pretty much just used Steve for sex. Steve honestly couldn't have been happier with the relationship that ended amicably if unceremoniously at the end of the spring semester. Steve went home feeling like a man of the world with his new sexual knowledge, but the girls in his hometown still weren't giving it up to him, despite his best efforts. He knew what to do when he got in bed with a woman, but he still hadn't really figured out how to get them there. He flexed again, half laughed at himself and turned off the main light.
Steve left the small lamp on the nightstand on and began to look at the Penthouse. He reached into his pajama bottoms and began to stroke his hard cock to the busty brunette in the pictorial. He looked longingly at her full tits and brown bush and it made his cock ache. He didn't want to come too fast, so he decided to read the old pulp fuck book for a while. It was published in 1962, before Steve was even born. He chuckled at some of the language and references, like the pilot calling women 'dames' and pretty much every penis was referred to as a 'rod'. But even with the aged references, the action was getting pretty hot. When the scene in the book turned into an orgy in an airport lounge, Steve kicked off the covers, pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees and was full on stroking his cock. The Penthouse was open to the centerfold next to him and with the pulp book in his free hand, he'd glance at the nude model and back to the book, imagining fucking the model like the stewardesses were getting fucked in the book. Soon he had dropped the book and had his eyes closed and was stroking as fast as he could, a towel draped over his legs to catch his load. He closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm was seconds away, images of full lips sucking cock and big titties and brown bushes and spread pussy lips filling his head. He clenched his teeth and held back a groan as his cock started to erupt.
