Note: Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old and the story is entirely fictional. This is my first post. I hope you enjoy it!
Miles carried the Rubbermaid tub full of Christmas presents into the cabin.
"Hello?" he called out as he let the door slam behind him. Silence and chilly air greeted Miles. Weird, he thought. Miles expected at least his wife, Tracy, his son, Aaron,and maybe his step-daughters would have beat him to the cabin.
Miles and Tracy had been married for five years. Tracy had two daughters from her first marriage who were both 14 when Miles and Tracy had tied the knot. Tracy's first husband had passed away when their twin daughters, Piper and Bailey, were young. When Miles and Tracy were first dating, Tracy waited months to discuss her daughters out of fear of attracting a man looking to take advantage of not just one teenage daughter, but a pair of teenage twin girls.
Miles understood the perspective. His son, Aaron, was just a year younger than Tracey's girls and his biggest fear when dating post-divorce had been subjecting his son to a resentful step-mother. Miles had never had difficulty finding hookups. While Miles' hair had gone prematurely gray, he had a thick head of hair. Miles' job as an aircraft mechanic kept him muscular, and kept him paid well enough that he could maintain his own personal style. 18-19 year old women with a daddy fetish were often drawn to Miles's strong arms and silver hair, but those women often became jealous of Miles' son taking away his attention, resented any money or time he spent on Aaron, and, in general, would never be an appropriate step-mother to Aaron. Miles spent a number of post-divorce years exploring the variety of young women who wanted a strong, confident older man (and would let him explore any kinks he wished) but he despised the jealousy these women always showed towards Aaron.
Tracy was a breath of fresh air. She was mature and understood Miles' love for his son. She prioritized her daughters, and understood that she could neither replace Aaron nor did she need to compete with him. Her confidence and emotional intelligence captivated Miles, and her sexy as sin body was the icing on the cake. Tracy was tall, 5'8 to Miles' 6'2, with long dark hair that fell just below her large breasts. Tracy liked to do crossfit and swim laps every day, and the result was a tanned body with the perfect combination of muscle and thick curves. While Christmas in the cabin was a family affair, Miles was excited for the evenings, and the opportunity he would have to fuck his wife on the plush fur rug in front of the fireplace in the massive master bedroom.
Miles checked his phone to see if Tracy had called or messaged, but there was nothing. He sent a quick message to the family groupchat checking in, and got back to work. As Miles unloaded the last of the luggage, bins of Christmas presents, and groceries that he had brought with him, he began adjusting the thermostats, turning on lights and building a fire in the main fireplace. He had expected one of the girls to beat him to the cabin, but since he was the first, he wanted the cabin to be as cozy as possible for his family.
This was the first Christmas that all of the kids were over 18 and in university. Bailey and Piper were great students and had been offered numerous scholarships. Aaron was more of a B's and C's sort of student, but played football and had his choice of schools as well. As a result, Tracy and Miles' combined children had all ended up at different universities. Piper had picked the University of Chicago where she was studying nonprofit administration, and Bailey was studying chemical engineering at Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh. Aaron went to Louisiana State University to play football and was trying to get into the petroleum engineering program.
Miles had planned to buy plane tickets for all of the kids to fly home from college for winter break, but Tracy had found the cabin - a spacious, six bedroom, four bathroom cabin in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania. It looked as relaxing as you could imagine, with fireplaces in the living room, the den, the downstairs bar area, and in the master bedroom. There were several decks and a hot tub on one of the decks. Tracy had been so excited that Miles had told her to book the cabin immediately for two weeks.
The plan was for Piper to fly to Pittsburgh, and Bailey and Piper would drive to the cabin together in Bailey's car. Tracy had a conference for her work to attend in Atlanta, and due to holiday complications, the only direct flights that fit the timing were from Atlanta to Philadelphia, not Pittsburgh, so Aaron and Tracy would both fly to Philadelphia and drive out together in a rental car. Miles would be responsible for loading up everything from the house (including all of the presents that he and Tracy had bought and groceries for the stay) and driving from Virginia to the cabin.
Miles' phone chirped with an alert in the group chat. Piper and Bailey were on the road but were delayed in traffic. Still wondering about Tracy, Miles tried calling and her phone went straight to voicemail. Miles continued to unpack the Christmas presents and arrange them under the Christmas tree, already decked out by the owners of the cabin. He poured himself a beer and put the basketball game on in the background.
Finally, about an hour later, Miles' phone rang with a call from Tracy. "Miles, can you hear me?" Tracy was clearly still in the airport, with sounds of flight announcements in the background. "Our flight to Philadelphia was diverted to Charlotte. That storm started dumping snow earlier than expected and flights are being canceled constantly. I'm trying to get us on another flight but with so many canceled flights and the holiday traffic, there's not a lot of flights available. They told me to keep checking and keep calling back as the storm conditions change."
Miles' heart sank. Tracy had been at the conference all week and he was ready to see his wife. "Do you need me to get you a hotel room?"
"I have one booked not far from the hotel. It was the last room available, so Aaron is going to have to sleep on the couch. Don't worry too much about us. I'll let you know as soon as I know more - Aaron and I can't wait to see you. Give the girls a big hug for me?" Tracy asked.
Miles smiled. He loved Tracy so much, from how much she loved Aaron for him, and for what a great mother she was to Piper and Bailey. "I will, my love. I have a warm fire made in the living room and the crockpot is plugged in with beef stew for whenever the girls get here. When you get here, I'll have to show you how much I've missed you."
Tracy and Miles said their goodbyes. Miles was glad that Tracy was with Aaron if his flight was destined to get stuck in the snow. Aaron was a good kid, but he had inherited his father's muscular build, broad shoulders, and blue eyes. Aaron knew he was good looking, and that can be trouble for a guy with a bright future. Miles had talked with Aaron about STDs and preventing pregnancy. Aaron knew that he was Miles' pride and joy, but also was aware that his mom had abandoned Aaron and Miles when Aaron was just a year old. Miles could never regret a relationship with the woman who had created Aaron, but Miles wished he had been able to give Aaron a stable mother as a child.
Miles grabbed a second beer and returned to the couch. He laid back on the deep and cozy sectional sofa. As he sipped his beer, Miles imagined again fucking Tracy on the plush rug upstairs. He imagined pounding into her doggy style, grabbing the round globes of her ass tight, and spanking her for the inconvenience of having to wait another night to sink inside her warm sheath. Miles unbuckled his belt and began stroking his 9 inch cock inside his trunks, slowly and lazily. If I'm going to be alone, I might as well relax, Miles thought.
The sound of a car door slamming jerked Miles out of the fantasy. "Bailey, I don't care what you say, you're such a slut." Piper's voice carried inside the cabin. "You fucked your married professor, you're a slut."
Miles' cock twitched. He wished he could say that he had never fantasized about his step-daughters. He loved Tracy, he loved sex with his wife...but as "his girls" grew from young teens into legal women, he had had a few shameful, taboo fantasies about the twins. Tracy, Bailey, and Piper were all his girls - he hated to imagine Bailey or Piper with a young boyfriend, fumbling to touch them. It was like he had known them long enough to feel protective of them but not from a young enough age for his brain to forget how sexy they were. In that single moment, hand still on his cock, as Piper's voice cut through every bit of denial that he fantasized about the twins, that he desired the girls.
