A departure from sibling sex that has a 'happy ending' despite the odds. Copyright retained by the author.
This old road was a survivor; on the map, it is a B road, meaning minimum maintenance from the county department of roads. The only reason it is not closed is it is the only access to the few mountain cottages still occupied during the year. In winter, a four-wheel drive in low range can barely make the climb; during spring rains, it is even worse. Summer and early fall are the best times to try the trek up or down. Most folks who stay up here during the summer pack in at least two months provisions. The nearest town with groceries is a two-hour drive down and three-hour drive back if conditions are good.
This summer, it fell to me to head for the mountains since I have the time off. I have early June through late August off since my company shut down to retool for a new production line. I had my small trailer loaded with eight coolers of dry ice and frozen food. I had 25 cases of water in case the well does not work, ten cases of dehydrated fruit and vegetables, and eight cases of surplus military meals - ready to eat (MRE). I also had about 300 gallons of gas for the generator in case the power is out, the power company has a hard time getting equipment up this road and two weeks without commercial power is not unusual.
While I'm getting my fudge packed on this road, let me introduce myself. I am Darin Johnson, 31 years old, and a production worker. Overall, I am in good physical condition from production work, workouts in gyms, biking, jogging, and hiking. Up here, it will be hiking, jogging, and keeping the cottage in order. I have two older brothers and a younger sister. My brothers' businesses have them booked this summer; they won't be here at all. My sister, who is 25, will come up later in the summer for a couple weeks. The cottage is just barely tolerable for a guy and for a woman, absolutely impossible is an over simplification. She is my incentive to make sure the well works, the plumbing works, and the water heater works.
I am anxious for Jill to come, we do not see one another often and having a couple weeks with her will let us catch up. Jill is easy on the eyes, as she likes to stay fit. Her figure is proportional to her height; her bust is most likely 34 and maybe a B cup. Her waist is 23 or 24 maybe and her full hips rest neatly on firm shapely legs. She is friendly, quick to start a conversation, and very personable. I hope I can be good company since the population up here is sparse.
I reached the turn off to our cottage and had to stop to open the gate. The pounding my body took coming up the road was about to get relief if only for a few seconds. After swinging the gate open, I made time out of my vehicle to stretch my legs, back, and arms, it felt good to get circulation going. The usual action up here is leaving gates open when cottages are occupied; it is for safety even though emergency response by vehicle is unlikely.
I spent the first few days getting the cottage in shape. Water was first priority, the well was working after a little maintenance, I flushed the plumbing, got hot water going, cleaned the kitchen, and the rest of the cottage. Fortunately, the power worked and with the refrigerator running, and food packed away, I was done.
Out on a long nature hike, my cell phone went off, it was Jill. "Hey Darin, where are you?"
"Jill, are here now? I'm up on Eagle Point about an hour from the cottage. It's nice to hear your voice."
"No, not at the cottage yet, I'm about half way up the mountain getting my ass kicked on this road. I hope to be there in maybe an hour and a half. What can we do tonight?"
"I guess a hot soak is top on the list if your cute little ass is all kicked from the road."
"My cute little ass is none of your business but a soak is a good idea. I have some survival supplies packed away, some beer, wine, and 25-year-old single malt. Ouch! Shit!"
"Are you bringing 'w-i-n-e' or 'w-h-i-n-e'? Sounds like you just took another hit."
"Both, damn you. I am going to get off see you soon."
"You too, Jill, I am happy you can spend time with me. Bye."
My stride increased so I could have a shower before Jill arrived and have more hot water for her. I thought about dinner along the way deciding on a little steak and fish with a wild lettuce salad. I decided to jog the last half-mile as the trail became smoother toward the bottom.
I took meat and fish out to thaw, collected wild lettuce and put it in the sink to soak. I shaved, showered quickly, and dressed in cottage usual jeans and t-shirt. Waiting for Jill, I began fidgeting, anxious for her arrival; we have not seen each other since last year. A car horn honked loudly outside sending a shot of adrenaline through me, it's Jill, she is here.
I reached the porch as Jill's feet hit the ground, the sight of her disheveled appearance was funny. Pretty as she is, she looked beat. "Ah poor baby. Looks like more than your ass got kicked."
"You sure know how to endear a girl don't you. Get down here and greet me properly." She smiled a bright smile that was infectious.
I stepped off the porch and reached her in a couple quick paces. Jill leapt into my arms, wrapped her legs around my hips giving me a hug and kiss that did not seem sisterly. To my surprise, I caught myself scooping my hands around her butt and returning the kiss.
"Whoa, Jill. Shit! What's wrong with us? This is not how brothers and sisters embrace." I moved my hands from her butt and she dropped her feet to the ground.
