LOGIN"Katie?"I looked back over my shoulder. It was Mike. He was standing halfway down the dock without a raincoat or even an umbrella. His clothes were already soaked."Go away!"He didn't go away. Instead he came up and stood next to me."What are you doing?" he said softly."What does it look like I'm doing?""Uh... getting wet?"It was such a dumb thing to say. I had to laugh, even though I was miserable."I broke up with Gary," I said."So he told me. I told him he was an asshole.""Good."Lightning flashed again, closer this time."Let's get out of the rain," Mike said. "Come back to the cabin."I shook my head. No."At least come inside the boathouse?""I already tried that. It's locked."He reached into his pocket, brought out a keyring, and jingled it.* * *The rain pelted down on the thin wooden roof of the boathouse. There were gaps in the shingles that let the water through, but even with the drips, being inside was much dryer than being outside. Mike dragged a big plastic co
We were doing it right out in the open. We were on the island in the middle of the cove with nothing to block the view from either the shore or the main lake. Mike was on top of me, riding me, his lean shanks pumping. The cool breeze was in my wet hair, and the sun was on my naked skin. I'd never felt so exposed, or so turned on.He grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms over my head. He was so strong, his muscles so hard and taut. I was stretched out, helpless underneath him. He had me, and he was using me, and he was taking me. I struggled, not because I wanted to get away, but because it felt so good to be overpowered.A wild look came over his face. I could tell he was close. He was like some feral animal. The rhythm of his thrusts changed. Longer, stronger. He was growling in the back of his throat. He wasn't going to last much longer.I was close too. I rolled my hips, ground my open cunt into his dick. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to cum along with him."Give it to me," I s
We watched the clouds skate over the blue sky. For a long time, neither one of us spoke. I could feel Mike's heart beating, calm and steady. Every once in while he would stroke my hair.What the hell was I doing?I shouldn't be here. I was engaged to Gary. We were getting married next month. We'd already picked out our china pattern, for Christ's sake! What was I doing fooling around with his brother? The first time in the boathouse you could chalk up to a moment of passion, but what about today?Why had I told him to take off my clothes?I felt like I was in the middle of a shipwreck. The shipwreck of my so-called life. All I could see around me was flotsam and jetsam, crashing waves and blinding spray. No familiar landmarks. No safe harbor.Why then was I so calm? Why did this feel so right? Why was I happier than I'd been in months?I snuggled closer to Mike, holding him tight. He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head, and I realized that whatever else happe
Once we were out of earshot of the cabin he said:"Do you want to talk about yesterday?""Not really.""Ok."We talked about his childhood instead, about playing in these same woods when he was a little kid. His grandparents had owned the cabin first, and he'd been coming here his whole life. He knew the best rocks to jump off and the best trees to climb. Before long we were laughing and I'd almost forgotten about yesterday. He'd gone back to simply being Gary's brother, instead of the hard, naked guy in the boathouse.I say "almost forgotten". He was still really cute though.We came to a little cove, a branch of the main lake. The shore was a jumble of rocks, leading down to the water."The trail ends here," he said. "There's a sandbar on the other side, but to get there you have to wade around the edge of the water. The shore is too rocky.""Is the sandbar worth it?"He laughed. "Yeah, actually it is."I took off my sandals and he took off his sneakers and cuffed his pants higher.
I dropped to my knees and fumbled with the buttons to his shorts. He ran his fingers playfully through my long brown hair. I popped his pants and dragged them down, taking his briefs with them, leaving him basically naked. His cock sprung out, thick and hard and ready. He was uncut, as I might have guessed from seeing Gary undressed, but longer and thinner. His foreskin was half pulled back, precum already leaking from the tip of his slit.I grabbed him with my hand and pulled the skin the rest of the way down, exposing the pink head. I looked up at him through my tousled hair and ran my tongue all the way up his full length, from balls to tip."Oh Jesus," Mike groaned.I smiled and took him into my mouth. Oh god he tasted incredible--sweaty and earthy and clean. His pubic hair was a dirty blond color, matching the trail on his tanned tummy. I held his balls while I sucked his cock, teasing them lightly with my fingernails. They were big and heavy in his hairy sack. He held the sides
Suddenly self-conscious, I slipped my shirt back over my shoulders and pulled it over my chest. Mike was halfway across the lake now, near a spit of woods that jutted out on the right. He looked back toward the dock and waved. I waved back. Then, he paddled out of sight.My god, what was I fucking doing? Masturbating right out in the open where somebody might see me? Perving on my fiancé's younger brother? My brain was a fizzing mess of conflicting thoughts and urges. Desire and shame and paranoia and frustration, and overriding everything else, anger. Anger at myself for not being more in control. Anger at the boredom and lack of privacy in the cabin. And most of all, anger at fucking Gary for putting me in this weird, fucked-up situation.I sat there fuming for a long time.After a while, Mike reappeared around the point. I waved as he approached, and he waved back. He had been gone maybe three quarters of an hour. He pulled up to the dock, and I got up







