Alan was the first to reach the large wooden entry door of the cabin. He turned as the others caught up and watched as Sandy rustled around in the small woodshed to the side.
"C'mon, Sandy...it's getting chilly out here!" he chuckled. He knew she was as anxious to get inside as the rest of them but he couldn't resist teasing her. When she didn't respond, he stepped over to help her.
"I can't find the damn key!" Sandy whined, looking back at him. Alan smiled reached around her.
"Here", he said, letting his hand run over her breasts, "Let me help you look..." Sandy slapped his hand but she held her position, letting his hands roam over her tits. She could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, but she wanted to get inside.
"Cut it out, pervert! That's not the key!" she said poutingly, "To the cabin anyway..." Alan laughed and stepped back, then pulled his Zippo from his pocket, flicking it open and lighting it quickly. The small flame lit the area nicely.
"Good thing you have a man around..." he teased, "Step out of there. There's a reason men carry manly things in their pockets..." Sandy gave him a comical sneer, but stepped back nonetheless. As Alan peered into the dark shed, she moved up behind him and slipped both hands into his front pockets.
"And what other manly things do you have in here?", she said with a laugh, "Uh-huh...pocketknife... and, Oh....my....you do have manly things in here!" Her fingers curled around his half-hard cock and she toyed with it as she pressed her full tits into his back. Alan moaned at her touch, but willed himself to push her away.
"Back, devil-woman!" he said in his best Dudley DoRight voice, "If we don't find that key, we'll all perish in this frigid cold! Back I say!" He turned to face Sandy and the others, his lighter held high over his head in a classic hero stance and everybody, including himself, broke up laughing until tears were flowing down their faces and they were gasping for air. The fact that it was at least eighty degrees out, combined with his spot-on Dudley voice was enough to immediately transform all the sexual tension they all were feeling into near maniacal laughter. Bobbi had never seen her brother in this light and it made her feel wonderful as she laughed hysterically.
Finally, when Alan got himself under a bit of control, he stepped back into the shed and again lit the lighter. There were sounds of rustling around for a minute or two, combined with comical yelps and "animal" noises, then he stepped out of the shed.
"After a considerable investigation, Nell...", he said in his Dudley voice, "I have determined that there is no key in the shed!" This cracked everyone up again, and Sandy punched him in the shoulder.
"That's what I told you, dipwadd!", she laughed, comically slapping and punching him. Alan laughed along with the others, then stood stone faced with his hands on his hips.
"So...." he said thoughtfully, "What do we do? Window? Back door? Locksmith? Battering ram?"
Sandy smiled at his joking around, but was obviously thinking about the alternatives. She knew there was only the single key and it was obviously missing. She was certain she'd returned it to the shed the last time she and Alan had used the cabin. She was mulling over every possibility when she heard Jeff coughing and trying to get their attention. He was standing at the front door with a big grin on his face as everyone turned to look at him.
"Ta-daaahhh..." he sang, as he clicked the latch and swung the door inwards. "We didn't think to try this..." he laughed, stepping inside and flicking on the light. Bobbi squealed her delight as she followed him inside, but Sandy and Alan paused for a moment. Both of them knew that the cabin was always locked, so this was very unusual. Feeling a little concerned, Alan called for Bobbi to come back outside.
"Wait here with Sandy for a minute, sweetie. I want to do a quick check with Jeff first."
Bobbi sensed his concern and had a worried look in her eyes. Alan saw this and grinned.
"Not to worry." he said comfortingly, "We probably forgot to lock it up last time is all. Try to stay warm...we'll be back in the spring..." Bobbi tried to laugh, but her apprehension stifled it.
Alan gave her a warm grin and walked into the cabin, taking Jeff by the arm and whispering something to him as he handed him a flashlight. Taking one for himself, they split up and began to walk slowly through the house.
Jeff grinned as he walked through the lower part of the building. The word 'cabin' was quite a stretch for what he saw. The front door opened into a high ceilinged great room with a huge stone fireplace taking up an entire wall. Big, beige leather couches were in a semi-circle in front of that and an impressive array of stereo and television equipment was inset into the stone on thick wooden shelves. He whistled to himself as he made his way into the dining room, trying to focus his attention on the fact that he was looking for a possible intruder.
Jeff made his way through the dining room and into the huge, professional looking kitchen. Shining his light along the wall, he saw a door that obviously led to the back patio. Stepping lightly up to it, he tried the latch and found that it was locked securely from the inside. He peered through the glass and smiled when he saw a large boat dock and an even larger redwood deck at the water's edge. Smiling to himself, he filed that information away and turned back towards the great room. And, just as he reached the center of the room, he saw Alan's light bobbing down the stairs. He could only imagine what the upstairs of this place must be like!
Alan read Jeff's face, then shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing upstairs." he said, "Did you check everywhere?" Jeff assured him that he had looked everywhere, including closets, cabinets, silverware drawers and cubbyholes, only finding a large fully stocked liquor cabinet during his search. His response made Alan grin and shrug his shoulders again.
"Well then, I guess we're okay, then... " he said, forcing himself to loosen up, "Let's go see if the girls are still alive..." He put his arm around Jeff's shoulders to thank him for his help, as they walked outside.
They both stopped in their tracks when they saw the girls.
Sandy and Bobbi were standing shoulder to shoulder, ten feet away from the cabin. Each girl had a long, stout staff raised over their head and their eyes were wide. Obviously they'd talked themselves into thinking they were going to be part of the next Friday the 13th scene and, with the light streaming from the cabin door they couldn't make out who was approaching. They both felt a little sheepish when the guys began to chuckle and they slowly dropped their weapons.
"It's okay, Xena!", Alan laughed, "We've slain the beast! Now we've come to claim our reward!" He stepped closer to Sandy and took the long stick from her, tossing it to the side as he pulled her close. Her apprehension disappeared as he kissed her and she pressed her body into his.
"Mmmmm...my brave knight..." she breathed, moving her hips against his, "You've made the castle safe for us..." She kissed him deeply as she moved against him and she could feel his cock beginning to grow. "Mmmm...", she sighed moving back slightly and reaching her hand down between them. She found his growing cock and curled her fingers around it, squeezing him gently.
"And I definitely have a reward in mind for you..." Alan grinned and put his arm around her waist, guiding her toward the door. They passed Bobbi and Jeff who obviously were having a similar discussion. Bobbi though, had taken it a step further, releasing Jeff's hard-on from his pants. Sandy could see his glistening shaft in the light from the doorway.
"And Sir Jeff has his weapon at the ready, I see..." she chuckled as the four of them walked inside.
Alan shut the door and locked it. In addition, he slid the two wrought iron slide bars into place with a resounding thunk, showing a bit of residual unease.
No one bothered to discuss the matter of a possible intruder any further, preferring to let it pass into the backs of their minds. The embers of their passion had been rekindled outside and they were all ready to relax. Alan suggested to Jeff that he pick out some music, then stepped out into the kitchen. He returned in a matter of minutes with a large pitcher of ice and four glasses on a tray. He set it on the table in front of the couches and straightened up, beaming down at the girls.
"I thought a drink might be in order." he said, trying to sound worldly, "Gin and tonics anyone?"
Bobbi chuckled, amazed and delighted to see her brother acting this way. She grinned up at him and ran her tongue over her lip teasingly. "You know I don't drink very much, Alan...", she breathed, "I don't know what I'll do if I get drunk..." Alan's smile faltered slightly as he watched Bobbi's tongue move over her upper lip, then shook himself.
"Precisely, my dear! Precisely!" he replied with a terrible British accent. He turned on his heel and walked back towards the kitchen, returning promptly with a liter of Bombay Sapphire and two bottles of tonic. He sat between Bobbi and Sandy on the center couch and proceeded to mix each of them a drink. Smiling, he handed the other three their cocktails, then lifted his in the air.
"Well, here's to hoping there's no axe murderer hiding in the house!" , he chuckled, before taking a long pull from his glass. He swallowed, then looked around to see Bobbi and Sandy staring at him with disapproving looks on their faces.
