Tim rubbed his eyes as the clock on the bedside began chiming loudly at 5:00 am sharp. He didn't know what was worse, the sound of the alarm clock or his mom's shrill voice yelling for him to get up. Either way, the last thing he wanted was to be up this early on a Saturday morning.
"Get up, Timothy!" his mom called as she pushed into his bedroom, "We have to be on the road by no later than 6 and I hope you already have your bags packed!"
"Mom, I am 19 years old and a freshman in college," Tim said sleepily, "Please call me Tim."
"Whatever you say, Timothy," his mom replied mockingly. "Now get your rear in gear!"
Tim bounded out of the bed after his mom left his room, thankful for the privacy. It had been a couple of months since he had stayed at his parent's house and he had gotten used to the semi-privacy of his dorm room. He looked down at the bulge in his boxers, a result of his "morning wood", and longed for some personal time. Unfortunately, that wasn't in the cards so he quickly showered and got ready.
He obediently followed his mom's directions, as he piled all of the suitcases into the Tahoe. It felt like there was a never ending stream of bags as he struggled to get everything inside. Looking back and forth between the Tahoe and the bags that were still piled in the driveway, he wondered if his mom and sister had packed the kitchen sink too. Regardless, he made quick work of the packing, finishing just as his "help" finally showed her face.
"Good morning Timmy!" his sister, Sally, chirped merrily.
"Tim! My name is Tim!" he snapped back.
"Geez, what the hell has gotten into you this morning!?" she snapped back.
"Nothing..." he replied, "I just want to be called Tim is all. Everyone wants to call me something else."
"Well, get over yourself before they get out here," she replied almost apologetically, "Dad is in one of those moods today."
She was right too. All the way to Tim's uncles house all his father did was complain and argue with all of them. Nothing they did was good enough, the road was to slick, the traffic too backed up, and he was just in a pissy mood overall. Tim couldn't have been more thankful than to see his uncle's cabin appear in the distance.
When they got there, Tim set to unloading the Tahoe. Thankfully Sally lent a hand that time, so the unloading went a whole lot faster than the loading did. Between the two of them, they had the bags all in the house and in their rooms just in time for their uncle to serve them up some burgers.
Tim hated to admit it, but he was actually looking forward to the upcoming week. Both he and his sister were off for Thanksgiving break at their respective colleges, and being at his Uncle Tom's seemed almost like old times. Tim and his Uncle Tom always got along real well and he couldn't wait to go hunting with him later in the week. It was his new wife and her brat daughter that he didn't care for too much.
His Uncle Tom had met the "gold digger", as Tim's mom liked to call her, in a chat room online. They chatted off and on for a few months before she came out to visit him. From the get-go she and her daughter, Andrea, weaseled their way into the house. Within a couple of weeks, they were both living there permanently. Within two months Uncle Tom had made the arrangement permanent by marrying Nancy.
That was about a year and half ago. Tim's mom never got over the short courtship and never warmed to her new sister-in-law. It was just as bad with Andrea, she was a whiny high school senior brat that always seemed to get her way. She was always looking down her nose at Tim and Sally, acting as if she were better than they were. The fact that she wasn't there when Tim and his family arrived brought a smile to his face.
"Uncle Tom, do you mind if I go scout some hunting spots?" Tim asked.
"Not at all," Tom quickly replied, "I was thinking about hunting up in the hills. I've already put out some corn up by the old cave. Why don't you find us a good spot to hunt from?"
Tim quickly put on his hiking boots and made his way up the hills. It was good clear day for scouting and he felt energized by the thought of the upcoming hunt. Last year he had bagged an 8 pointer and this year he wanted to match that or do even better.
He found the spot that his Uncle had directed him to and began looking for a good vantage point with a clear shot. Finally he climbed on top the rocks above the old cave and found what he thought was the perfect spot. Picking up a stick, he lay in the prone position and took aim.
"Hell yeah!" he said aloud, "This will definitely work for me. Now I just need to find a place for Uncle Tom and dad."
As he began to climb down from the rocks he heard sounds coming from inside the cave. He paused, thinking it was a wounded animal or a mountain lion. 'Perhaps it's a bear,' he thought. After all, it wasn't unheard of to find a bear in the mountains of Virginia.
He stopped near the cave entrance and listened intently. The sounds were definitely coming from deep within the cave, but it definitely wasn't a wounded animal. It sounded more like an injured hiker as the sounds of moans echoed along the walls.
Tim looked around to see if there was anyone there to help him, and not seeing anyone he slipped silently into the cave entrance. Placing his hand on the wall, he used it to guide his way into the depths of the cavern. It didn't take long at all for the darkness to set in, the path barely visible by the sunlight behind him.
As he rounded a corner, Tim could see a light emanating from deeper within the cave. With every step he took the sounds of moans grew louder and louder. Finally, he reached the opening that the light was shining from. Dropping to one knee, he peeked around the corner.
Tim now knew why Andrea wasn't around when he and his family arrived earlier. It looked like he had stumbled upon Andrea's secret hiding spot. The inner cave was about 20 foot by 20 foot and she had brought down several battery powered lanterns. They were scattered here and there throughout the cave giving off enough light to do anything she wanted by.
Tim didn't have to wonder what that was either, as he found the source of the reverberating moans. She had made herself a nice comfy place to lay by spreading old blankets on the floor of the cave. Not only that, it looked as if she had added several pillows as well, which she was using to prop herself up comfortably.
She half-lay, half sat in the middle of her makeshift bed completely nude. Her long legs were drawn up to her body and spread wide, giving Tim a perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. One of her hands was up under her ass pushing a small vibrator into her asshole, while the other hand was deftly massaging her pussy lips and hard little clit.
Andrea lay there with her eyes closed, completely engrossed in what she was doing and unaware of her silent watcher. Tim watched as she slid three fingers deep into her moist canal while biting her lip and moaning in pleasure. The only other sound was the slight hum of the vibrator as she worked it in and out of her well lubed anus.
Tim felt himself beginning to stiffen instantly at the sight that lay before him. He was definitely seeing Andrea in a new light, and one that he truly appreciated. She was absolutely stunning! Snobbish or not, he wanted to do nothing but fuck the hell out of her right then.
