Cabin Fever Prudes Become Perverts

Cabin Fever Prudes Become Perverts EDITED

Cabin Fever reduces another family to hopeless perverts. (Each Cabin Fever story involves a family discovering incest.) The Atwood parents preached no sex before marriage as the Johnson family had preached abstinence, but they were in for a rude surprise when Derek Sanders invites the parents and twins to his cabin for a vacation. Strictly confined to a single, strange room, they make discoveries that plunge them into a world of incest. Mr. Sanders was on his way to perverting half the town. All characters are 18 or over and this is fantasy. Fantasy means it is not a true story and doesn't meet typical standards of rationality; instead, it lets the imagination run a bit wild. Let me know how you like it. Feedback really helps.

They panted and groaned, sweat streaming off their naked bodies. Greg and Connie lay across their big flat bed, exhausted from their 2-hour session. Greg met Connie in college and they had sex within 2 days. They didn't wait to marry and always regretted it, not because the sex was bad but because they wanted it to be the fulfillment of their vows. But it worked out. Connie loved sex as much as Greg and the twins they had, conceived their senior year, was the official seal on the bond they had together. Mark and Mary were fraternal twins, now 18-year-old high school grads themselves, about to embark on their college adventure.

Connie felt Greg's cock slowly slide out of her pussy and flop on her sweaty thigh, adding a film of warm white cum to her moist leg. Greg had a formidable cock and she still marveled at how she could accommodate all of him, even if the head of his cock seemed determined to penetrate her cervix and deposit its gooey gift right into her uterus.

Greg groaned as his cock slid out and he rested against Connie, his left hand cradling her right breast and kneading the still erect nipple. It gave Connie shivers that made her legs quiver with excitement. Their lovemaking was still superb, even after all these years.

*

The couple worked at Greg's architectural firm. They both did the design work, mostly for houses and small businesses. They had plenty of work and a comfortable life. If they had a worry, it was that the twins might not be so lucky to find a life partner in college and that a measure of moderation, especially with all the risks of disease, scams, and blackmail that proliferated thanks to incurable viruses and the internet. And although Greg and Connie married before they had sex, they knew that this had become a passé idea and that their twins were entering a realm of enormous temptation. A little old-fashioned prudery was not to be laughed at.

All four of them went to Derek Sanders gym. They knew the Johnsons, Stephens, and Daltons, the three families that had already spent a captivating time at Mr. Sander's getaway cottage overlooking Lake Constance. (It was really a well-proportioned house with unusual features as readers of this series know.) Brad often trained all four of the Atwoods, not at the same time, but he had worked with all of them enough to know that they would qualify for an invitation to the cottage in due course. He had alerted Derek and knew that Derek used his surveillance cameras in the gym and locker rooms to verify Brad's assessment.

Derek spend a few hours over the months after the Atwoods joined going over his recordings on them. Greg was a solid, muscular man of 40. He might work at a desk much of the time but he had played rugby in college and continued working out ever since. Derek Sanders often zoomed in on Greg's midsection and his very substantial cock as it waved back and forth when Greg walked to the showers. His balls hung low and Derek readily imagined some of the things he could do with them.

Connie was also athletic, with a slim waist, perky butt, nicely tapered legs, and ample but not pendulous boobs. A 38-25-36, her DD breasts boasted richly red areolas and

nipples almost as big as the last digit on Derek's pinky. He knew Greg loved to suck on them and enlarge them even more. He wondered if his efforts were ever rewarded with milk.

Mark and Mary bore similarities such as thin, straight noses, a cleft chin, good cheekbones, blue eyes, and light brown hair. Below the neck differences increased. Mark's shoulders were broad and strong, his pecs prominent, nicely etched across his hairless chest, his abs tight, and his cock, well, his cock was a sight to behold. Thick, straight, cut, and already longer at rest than many were erect. His butt was nicely rounded and his legs well-muscled. His wrestling team experience had made him into a true, but modest stud.

Mary duplicated Mark's physique in female form. Slender shoulders, uptilting boobs that looked like the jewels in the crown of a goddess: firm, perfectly proportioned, with extremely sensitive and good-sized nipples. Her waist was tapered to give her an hour-glass figure and her backside rounded and solid above legs of genuine beauty.

*

They made a maddeningly enticing family but Derek sensed a considerable degree of reserve and protectiveness in how the parents interacted with the twins. It was as if they needed guardians in the parents' minds and the gym was clearly a place of abundant temptation.

More than once, he had listened to one or the other of the parents talk with their same sex twin in the locker about an attractive client. They had seen how their kids looked at other clients. It was not an innocent look but one that shimmered with attraction.

Greg and Connie spoke calmly to their twins, advising them to put romantic and especially sexual thoughts aside until they graduated from college. Entanglements would be disastrous, despite how well their own marriage had turned out. And diseases and other worries were plentiful.

Most of all there was the sacrament of marriage to honor. Sex before marriage was a sign of weakness and debauchery. It had no place in a well-ordered life. Finish college, date and explore, learn how to be a good friend, but sex? That had to wait. It made marriage the holy act of communion it was meant to be. Mark and Mary seemed to agree, or at least accept their parents' advice. Derek wondered how long it would take to convince them to think otherwise.

"They are really grown now, aren't they?" Connie said.

"The last summer before they start college, and learn to live without us," Greg said. He tweaked Connie's nipple and felt her body quiver.

"Stop that," she said teasingly. "Or I'll have to tweak that limp cock of yours back to life."

"Should we talk to them?" Greg asked.

"About college, again?"

"About sex."

"We've spelled things out pretty clearly. It's up to them to do the right thing," Connie said.

Greg sucked on her nipple, then let the tip slide back and forth between his lips. It felt heavenly and his cock twitched with renewed excitement.

"Agreed."

Connie took hold of Greg's enlarging cock and ran her fingers across the head, wiping off a lingering drop of cum from their just concluded fuck.

"But you know, Mr. Sanders, Derek, given that he's invited us to his summer cottage next week, it could be a perfect time to have a final heart to heart with them."

"True. Heart to heart," Connie said as she stroked Greg's fully erect cock. "Body to body."

"Careful. Let's not mix up business and pleasure."

"Pleasure is my business. With you. But yes, let's see if we can impress how fulfilling marriage can be when it brings sexual as well as emotional fulfillment."

"Amen to that," Greg said as he shifted to be on top of Connie whose sopping cunt awaited penetration.

"Give it to me, Greg. Fill my cunt with your love juice, then suck it out and slide it into my mouth."

"Your command is my wish." He thrust forward, the head of his cock banging against her cervix and sending jolts of excitement up her spine.

"More, Harder!"

He obliged. Soon, they were churning toward another orgasm. His thick, hard cock worked its way in and out. His eyes poured love into hers. She shrieked with excitement and begged him to speed up as her orgasm approached. Her hand shot to her clit and she rubbed it vigorously as they both neared the point of no return.

"Oh god, god! Fuck! " she yelled as her orgasm rolled through her.

"Jesus! Oh my god! I'm coming, again! It's shooting into you, my love."

It took a little while for them to untangled enough to let Greg get his mouth between her legs and to suck as much cum as he could from her cunt. His mouth full, he kissed her and felt the cum slide over his tongue and lips into Connie's mouth. She groaned, deliriously, then swallowed, smiled, and went limp. Just another day of blissful married life.

*

The generous offer of Derek Sanders excited the kids as much as their parents. Brad and Janet, their trainer and masseuse, respectively, has told them it would be a memorable time and that all the families who have gone there came back with a fresh, joyful disposition, as if they had been rejuvenated beyond their wildest dreams. It filled the Atwood's with electric anticipation. Several days, alone, in nature, a pristine lake nearby and nothing to do but whatever pleased them.

Since the last couple had visited some months ago, Derek had made some modifications to his special room. Already fully equipped with microphones and secret cameras, hidden video screens on each wall that could be exposed and activated on command, and a ventilation system that could deliver a sleeping gas as well as an aphrodisiac of any concentration, Derek decided to renovate the bathroom and eliminate the kitchen.

Food would be provided for the day in the morning and the bathroom sink made water available at any time. He moved the bathroom to the right side of the queen size bed which continued to occupy the bulk of the room, with only 3 feet on each side of it. The tiled bathroom now ran along the right side of the bed for half its distance and was simply a shallow alcove of some 3 feet with a toilet on a foot high platform and sink.

Above the toilet was the shower head. To shower, a guest would have to straddle the toilet. The back of the toilet guaranteed that they could not shy away from exposure to anyone else in the room. A low splash guard kept water from running onto the carpet that covered the rest of the room's floor. It was even more restrictive and cramped than ever and Derek was eager to see how the Atwoods would cope with it.

They arrived in late morning and eagerly hauled their bags from the car to the cottage.

"This is no cottage," Mary said as she and Mark bound up the front steps of the 2000 square foot ranch home.

"It's a palace," Mark added as Connie and Greg caught up to them.

"Let's see the inside," Connie said as they poured into the spacious living room.

"That lake is gorgeous," Greg said as he admired the bright blue water that glistened beyond the room's large bay windows. "We can take a swim after lunch."

"Great idea. Let's settle in," Connie said.

They took their bags down the corridor to the bedrooms and unpacked their belongings. The twins had adjacent rooms with a shared bath and their parents a suite on the other side of the hall. The rooms were all large, cheery, with lush comfortable beds.

Before they went to the kitchen to find some lunch, they changed into their swimsuits and sandals. After a quick bite, they grabbed some towels and headed for the lake.

The women wore matching bikinis. Connie's boobs floated above the fabric of her top tantalizingly and her nipples pushed out against the bikini, announcing her fabulous figure was still as fabulous as it had been 20 years ago, minus a tiny bit of sag. Mary's more modest boobs still left an ample amount of flesh visible and their uplift was obvious to all.

Greg wore his Speedo swimsuit, and his cock created a prominent outline against the taut fabric while Mark wore a baggier suit that did little to hide his glorious physique even if it left his very sizable equipment more mystery than disclosure.

The water was cool and refreshing. They all swam out to a buoy and back and then lounged on the chaise lounges that were on the small, sandy beach.

"This is amazing," Mary said as Mark put sun lotion his mom's back and she rubbed some on her dad's.

"Mmmm," Connie moaned as Mark's strong hands kneaded her back and slid under the bikini string. "Do the back of my legs, too, honey."

Mark complied, letting his hands slide up and down her calves and thighs, even slipping down the inside of her thighs as they came up just below her butt. She was well protected from the sun if not from lust. But she knew Mark was just being thorough, not seductive. She rolled over on the chaise and let the sun warm her belly and the rest of her front.

Greg let Mary oil him up as well and he could feel his cock quiver with a touch of excitement where she rubbed the oil onto his thighs. His Speedo left part of his buttocks exposed and Mary dutifully covered that part of him oil too, letting her hands slide under the suit to make sure he was protected if the suit shifted position.

They had put sun lotion on each other for years and although an observer might think this an erotic ritual it was simply a family routine that was of mutual benefit. No one thought much more of it even if there were hints of sexual arousal mixed in. To pursue those hints was truly unthinkable.

They returned to the cottage in mid-afternoon, and Greg was thinking he might suggest naps for everyone so that he and Connie could be alone, in bed.

*

They sauntered through the living room to the bedroom wing. It was Greg who noticed the closed door at the start the corridor. Their rooms had their names on the doors, a very sweet, personal touch by Mr. Sanders, but this door had no placard. It was a solid looking door, perhaps more so than the others but it didn't seem to be a closet. Greg opened it. No harm in seeing what there was to see.

Immediately he was fascinated. Three feet in front of the door was a queen size bed. And nothing else. The wall on the left was a plain wall, the wall at the foot of the bed was, too. The right side began with a niche a few feet deep where he saw a toilet and sink but no door or curtain, just a splash guard, then the simple wall continued.

"Look at this!" he exclaimed as he stepped in on the bathroom side. The other family members slipped in behind him, Mary on his side, the parents on the left, given how little room there was to move around. They were all amazed. It was unlike anything else they had seen and there were no windows. It was a small, bizarre chamber of some sort, perhaps for a disturbed family member.

Derek Sanders activated a switch and the door closed silently behind them. The family, meanwhile, examined the bed and bathroom, if they could call it that.

"Look, there's a shower head over the toilet," Mary said. "How do you shower when you're on the toilet?"

"You straddle it and hope for the best," Mark quipped.

"This is very very weird," Greg added as he stepped in front of the sink and the small mirror that was on the wall above it. The entire bathroom was only five feet wide and just a few feet from the head of the bed.

"Do you think this is for someone in particular?" Connie asked. "Maybe Derek has a troubled relative...".

Greg sat on the bed. It was comfortable. Mary and Connie tried it too. Mark stared at his mom's tits jiggle as she sat down in her bikini. They were all half naked he realized and crammed into a weird room. The blank walls provided no answer to his bafflement.

"Hey! The door closed," Mark said. They all turned to look; sure enough, they were indeed trapped. The door had no doorknob or handle on the inside. It was a sheer metal surface.

Mark bounded over and pounded on the door.

"Forget it, son; no one's here. You know that."

"Mr. Sanders has to turn up to rescue us. What the hell are we supposed to do in this glorified closet with no privacy?" Connie got back up and pushed pointlessly on the door.

Mr. Sanders had turned up. Not the heat, yet, but he was there. Watching and listening from his perch in the attic with his array of monitors and controls for the room below. He had them where he wanted them but he had decided to go slow.

He always let his visitors discover what the room was meant to drive them to but he wanted them to feel it was entirely their own doing, a release of desires they had denied and not even realized they had. He knew the parents put great stock in marriage and thought of sex before that as a degeneracy, a moral failure of the will. He would put their belief to the test.

*

And the kids. They were ripe fruit. Connie's tits were awesome but Mary's were so perky and perfectly shaped he couldn't decide which one he would want first, if he ever wanted one. He took more pleasure in driving them to the degeneracy they condemned than in outright sex for himself. He rather watch the parents and the twins deal with the lust that would soon engulf them.

The first day passed slowly. Impatience was high. Sleeping all in one modest sized bed was not appealing, though, on second thought, it might not be that bad after all, but they all wanted out most of all. They were in a beautiful spot and now they were in a windowless room.

Mary had discovered the basket at the foot of the bed; it contained fresh, tasty food, enough for dinner. Clearly, someone (Derek?) had assumed they might wind up here. Was he planning for this? Why? They debated that question but came to no conclusion.

Nothing but tiredness and exhaustion marked the end of the day. No sunlight. No clock and they had all left their watches in their bedrooms. They were free from time constraints out here, and now the time of day, or night, was another mystery.

Derek added a low dose of his aphrodisiacal aerosol and a sleeping agent into the air and watched them tire as well as feel a slight agitation in their groins. The men rearranged their cocks and balls inside their swimsuits, the women repositioned the bottoms of their bikinis and tucked their boobs into the tops again, letting their hands pass across their nipples. The modst acts seemed charged with electricity in an unfamiliar way.

Sleeping was a challenge at first. They put the parents in the middle with Mark on the outside next to his dad and Mary next to her mother. They swimsuits were dry now but not comfortable sleeping garments. None of them, though, was ready to strip even if they had a sheet on top of them.

Each of them could feel the warm skin on the ones next to them. If anyone pulled his or her leg up they had to drape it over the thigh of the person next to them. But they were too tired to pay much attention. The sleeping agent had them dozing off before long.

The second day began when Derek added an extra dose of oxygen to the air and cut off the other agents. They all stirred. Mary felt her mom's leg draped across his thighs and felt a renewed admiration for her mom's fitness. Greg's hand had found its way to Connie's boob and was cradling it while her hand nested just above his cock. Mark had turned toward the wall and noticed none of this but slid out of bed effortlessly.

He rubbed his eyes and saw three baskets at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, three more meals, as if someone expected them to be here all day.

They ate, sitting on the bed, talking about their predicament. Clearly, this was not an accident and if someone was here, no doubt Derek Sanders, or someone who visited the cottage--the Johnsons? Daltons? Stephens? Hard to imagine. But something was amiss, they were sure. And they were getting tired of their swimsuits but had nothing else to wear.

"If we don't get out soon, I swear I'm taking this thing off," Connie. She could feel the fabric chafing the inner part of her thighs and the underside of her breasts.