A Cousin's Reunion

m_storyman_x©

Winter in Wisconsin. For me there isn't anything quite like it. Snow, ice, bitter cold winds. Man I miss home. Oh did I mention this IS home? I miss Wisconsin so much that I look forward to Christmas, not so much for the season as it's one of two times each year that I head to the great north woods for some fun and relaxation. I make it a point to turn off my cell phone kick back and relax with some fishing and absolutely no work.

Fishing? In the middle of winter you ask? Yep. Fishing. Not from a boat, but through the feet thick ice on the reservoir that my parent's home is on. It used to be a small rustic cottage. Three tiny bedrooms, a sitting room and a kitchen with a single bathroom and cold running water. I still fondly remember when my grandfather put in the very first gas hot water heater and a little shower stall in the pump house. HOT WATER! Man that was living! So many good memories!

Of course it wouldn't be the same without family. In particular, it wouldn't have ever been the same without my cousin Julie. The two of us had always been close, able to talk about anything. For reasons I may never understand, that friendship turned physical, not just one time when we were young, but again only a few short months ago. When I left her the last time it was with the hope that she would come down and collect on a very special loan, her red lace panties. But like many desires, it wasn't to be. I kept expecting her to show up. I had all sorts of ideas about how we could spend a few days. But days turned to weeks turned to months and she didn't come, didn't call, only returned a few cryptic text messages, and then our time ran out. My wife returned from her overseas trip and any hope I had of extending our all too brief physical relationship was gone.

Yeah, I know. I was cheating on my wife with my first cousin. Not particularly a good thing to do. I suppose we just let our past feelings cloud our judgement. I hadn't expected it to happen. Didn't exactly plan on it happening. It just did. And it would remain one of my most closely and fondly held secrets. On the drive up north I wondered how we would react, Julie and I, when we saw each other again. Part of me really wanted to see her again, and part of me...well...didn't.

But it was Christmas and family time, hence the trip to the great white north! We pulled into my folk's place, now a beautiful two thousand square foot home built around that old rustic cabin. If you knew where to look you could still make out where the outline used to be. What was once the only bathroom is now the laundry room, and instead of a door, as kind of a memorial to the old cabin, one single bamboo sliding curtain separates the laundry from the hallway. As I walked past it carrying in our luggage, my mind suddenly wondered if it was the same curtain I watched Julie's shadow on as she undressed so many years ago.

With several loads of suitcases and duffels of winter clothing hauled in, we closed the doors to keep the cold out and enjoyed the warmth of family after the nine plus hour drive.

Morning broke and instead of the sun's tantalizing reflection dancing on the ceiling from the lake, a steady bright glow filled the room as the sun bounced off the snow covered ice. I pushed back the curtain and looked out. Little wisps of icy crystals whipped and swirled as the nearly zero degree wind rearranged the tiny snowflakes spread across the ice. Yeah, it was a long drive to come see some real winter. Missouri just didn't cut it when it came to winter. Oh, don't get me wrong, we do see snow from time to time, and even the rare white Christmas, but it's just not the same. No, this was real winter!

I dressed and headed down to the kitchen from where I could smell coffee and bacon, gave my mom a hug and sat down at the table to look out over the frozen landscape while she cooked breakfast. My wife soon joined us, already bundled up in heavy pants and a sweatshirt. For some reason she just never really could embrace the cold snowy weather, but she never wanted me to miss out, and came with me on every trip, except the very few when she was sent out of the country by our less than thoughtful government. No, while this was home for me, it was just someplace she put up with.

After breakfast I made a quick trip to the local gas station for some bait, an assortment of fresh lively minnows, all of which were destined for the cold icy depths of the lake, though they didn't know it yet. Winter had been good and cold, and it was reported that the lake had anywhere from a foot and a half to two feet of ice on it, depending where you were, and thankfully, the fish had been biting.

Now for the uninformed, it is possible to fish through the ice, and no, we do not saw long slots in the ice to cast lures like we would in the summer. We find the spots that we expect the fish to move across, drill holes and drop lines down the holes and wait patiently, very very patiently for the fish to swim by and notice our bait. No, it isn't nearly as productive as summer fishing where you can cover so much more territory, but the fish also act differently. The cold water slows their metabolism and they move lethargically slowly. The trick is to be good at figuring out where the bigger fish will be and put your bait there. In many ways it's a tougher way to fish than in the summer, but I love doing it both ways.

Bundled up I drove out onto the ice with my ATV, drilled my allotted three holes, set my lines and then retreated to my portable shanty and the little propane heater, settling into the relative comfort of the near freezing temperatures in the shanty compared to the almost zero degree temperatures outside, not to mention the twenty plus degree wind chill.

From where I sat in what was little more than a tent with a hard plastic bottom, I could see my three tip-ups, each with their line leading down through the ice into the cold depths, and also the second house on the old property, the one that now belonged to my cousin Julie. When my grandparents passed, the land at the lake was split, my parents getting the old cottage and half the property, my aunt getting the other half where she built their vacation getaway. Why my dad and my aunt never got along was a mystery to me. I always found my aunt to be kind and welcoming. As she aged and couldn't afford the taxes and expenses, Julie bought the place, but according to my mom, rarely had time to get up any longer. She said it was just luck that we connected this last summer. Of course she had no idea of just how much we connected, and never would.

"No one will." I muttered to myself as I looked at the front deck of her place and the little shower head plumbed on one side. I couldn't help but remember making love to her, standing under that little shower, stroking my hard cock into her over and over until we both came in the moonlight. "Just another memory." I whispered a little sadly. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife very much, and what Julie and I share is...well, different. Maybe it's the forbidden nature of what we feel, or the fact that we've enjoyed each other so few times in our lifetimes. I don't see what I feel for Julie as a threat to what I have with my wife, but it is none the less real. Julie has a VERY special place in my heart, but it doesn't crowd out what I feel for my wife. No, I have every intention of getting old with the woman I love, the one that puts up with the winter cold to humor me. Yeah, she's a great woman. Not that it's always been a rose garden. Well, maybe it has been. Just like any rose garden it has its share of thorns, but in general the beauty of the blooms more than make up for it.

I hadn't caught anything by lunch time, so I pulled in my lines and drove the ATV off the lake and up to the cottage, yeah I know, it isn't a cottage any more, even though I call it one, for some lunch.

"Any luck?" My wife askes with a smile as I walk in, still bundled in four layers of heavy clothing.

"Nope. All quiet right now." I answered as I started peeling off my heavy coat, vest, insulated coverall, heavy boots, scarf... well you get the idea. I headed to the bedroom and peeled off my heavy pants and thermal long underwear before pulling on a pair of jeans and heading down to have a sandwich.

The afternoon was a repeat of the morning, with the exception of a couple small fish. Hours of sitting and waiting for the little flags to pop up, indicating that there was a fish on the line, broken up by frequent trips walking from hole to hole to scoop out the ice that inevitably builds up as the water in the hole tries to freeze back.

The evenings in the winter are different. Family is the order of business on the holiday. Sitting around catching up with my parents or my nephews and their families as they come to visit. We'd often play cards or other games to pass the time, and have fun, while the cold winter winds whipped across the snowy landscape, unheard and unfelt inside the house. Tonight was one of those nights. Visiting with my nephew and his wife, playing some silly card game and generally having a fun time.

The next morning was as the one before. Breakfast, heavy clothes, fishing, lunch. Still no keepers. But that never deterred me. I'd just move my holes a bit more after lunch and see if I could find where those darn fish are hiding. Which was exactly what I did. I moved all three holes almost fifty feet, spreading my set of lines up the gentle slope of the sandy point that Julie and I had played on so many years ago. In fact, my shanty was sitting almost exactly where I had de-pantsed her that summer before college. The same spot where her bare tits smooshed against my face as her bikini top moved as she tried to climb up me to get to her bikini bottoms. The exact same spot where when she slid back down my body she ended up with my rock hard cock pressing for the first time against her soft pussy lips. It was surprising how intense and fresh the images in my mind of those two days still were. So much so that my now fifty plus year old body still reacted.

I shook my head, zipped my coat up again and headed out onto the ice to clear the slush from the holes. It was a short trip. Only about ten minutes. But by the time I was done the minus twenty eight degree wind chill had done its job and I was ready to be back in the heated shanty. I walked up and unzipped the shanty, stopping in mid step as I ducked down and started into the little tent like shanty.

"Well, don't leave the door open, you'll freeze us both!" Julie said from where she sat on the little bench seat, still bundled up from the relatively short walk through the snow and ice.

"Jules!" I exclaimed in surprise as I stepped the rest of the way into the shanty and then turned to zip the door closed. I sat down on the little bench seat next to her and unwrapped my face and head, pulling off my gloves and dropping them on the floor in front of me. "God, it's good to see you. What are you doing here?" I asked, making a small move to lean toward her, intending to kiss her.

"I brought you some hot coco," she said, her hands with a thermos quickly pushing between us, as much to block my advance as anything else.

I pulled back and stared at the thermos for several long seconds before responding. "Thanks. That's nice of you. I guess you just came up?"

"Uh huh." she said quietly, unscrewing the cap of the thermos to pour the steaming brown liquid into a foam cup. "About an hour ago. I saw your stuff out here and figured you were fishing."

"Uh huh. As usual." I answered, turning on the bench seat to face toward the large plastic window looking over the ice. "Thanks for the coco."

"My pleasure." she said softly as she poured her own cup. We sat in silence for several long minutes. Before either of us said anything, each of us sipping our coco and wondering who would speak first. "I'm sorry," she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard over the wind rattling the sides of the shanty.

"Me too." I answered barely louder than her. "You didn't come."

"No." she said softly. "I wanted to. Lord knows I started to several times. Even had a bag packed and sitting in the living room."

"So why didn't you?"

"The more I thought about it the less fair it was going to be for you. Getting another taste of US, but knowing that it couldn't be for real. Knowing that after only a few short days that you'd have to go back to life as it was, feeling what you did for me... what I do for you. No, it wasn't fair to either of us. I thought it'd be kinder to just let what happened slip past. A wonderful memory, but not a reality we could ever live."

"I see." I answered, knowing she was right but still feeling the ache in my heart that we had lost at least that fleeting chance to share those feelings again. "So how long you up for?"

"Just today. I have to go back tomorrow," she said quietly. "When I heard you were up I had to come. To at least explain."

"You could have called." I said with a shrug.

"No, I couldn't. At least not then. I knew that you'd convince me to come anyway. I knew that if you asked, I wouldn't be able to say no. I wanted it too much to say no," she said quietly, her hand reaching out to my leg and resting on it.

"But you came now?" I asked, feeling somewhat confused.

"Yeah. It's safer this way. With your wife back. Yeah, lots safer. I mean look at us. We're so bundled up that there's no way we can do anything," she said quietly.

"No, I suppose not." I answered after a few seconds. "Feels like an eternity ago that we played in the water almost where we're sitting. Do you remember?"

"Oh yeah. Like it was yesterday. You pulled my suit bottoms off on accident and then I pulled yours off on purpose. I swear I can still feel your dick pressed between my legs," she said with a soft sigh. "God, you felt so good. Every time I touched you I felt like my pussy was on fire wanting you to touch me. When we finally did have sex it was...incredible. I tried so hard to act grown up and in control, but to be honest, every time I thought about having sex with you I got a zillion butterflies in my stomach. I almost didn't have the nerve to go buy those condoms that night."

"But you did."

"Yeah, and only used one. Once I felt you come inside me, even in that condom I knew I wanted to feel you skin to skin."

"Yeah, it was dangerous, but worth it."

"Oh yeah. Way more dangerous than you know. But worth it? Oh yeah! You set a damn high bar for other guys to meet," she said, moving her hand from my leg and wrapping an arm around my shoulders as she leaned over against me. "I wish we could go back to that time again!" She whispered.

"To undo it?"

"No. To make it last forever!" She said softly. "I so wanted that to last forever."

"Yeah. Me too." I agreed, turning my head and kissing her forehead.

We sat for almost half an hour longer, leaning against each other, not saying a word before she let go and straightened up. "I better go in. I'm getting a cold butt," she said with a soft girlish chuckle. She capped the coco thermos and stood up, pulling on her gloves.

"I'll get the door for you." I said, reaching for the zipper and undoing it all the way up and around the doorway, letting the wind flap the now loose nylon as she got ready to go out into the wind.

"Michael..." she said, stopping mid-sentence. She leaned toward me and kissed me softly, her lips pressing gently and lovingly against mine for several long seconds. More than long enough for my heart to start pounding in my chest and my hands to find her hips to pull her tightly to me. "Thank you for understanding," she whispered as she broke the kiss, stepping back from me and then quickly ducking out of the shanty and practically running across the ice toward her cabin.

"Yeah." I breathed as I pulled my own gloves and hat on and started the long walk to clean out the ice holes, part of me hoping the frigid wind would carry away the feelings and thoughts I had at that moment. By the time I had reached the last hole and was walking back toward the shanty I saw her blue import backing out of the driveway onto the main road. I got several glimpses of her car through the naked trees as it went down the road before disappearing around the corner.

Summer fishing is really my favorite. While fishing through the ice is enjoyable, fishing these more northern waters gives me a chance to chase the fish of my youth, instead of the more common small and large mouth bass near my, now, home base in Missouri. Summer is one of two times each year I try to get up and see my parents, the first Christmas, and the second, Fourth of July. They're getting older now and you never know when you say goodbye if it'll be the last time, so I try to come up now as frequently as I can. My wife doesn't enjoy the trip quite as much as I do. Oh hell, I'll just say it. She gets bored because I spend all my time fishing during the day and she's just never quite been that much of a fisherwoman.

This year her military annual training just happened to fall across the fourth so I made the trip up alone. So far it had been an enjoyable week, with only a few days left before the fourth and then home. I really hated the idea of traveling on the Sunday after the fourth, but I wasn't going to have a lot of choice. I'd just have to deal with the insane traffic that could easily push a nine and a half hour drive to eleven or twelve. But that's a worry for later. Today is just...fish and enjoy.

I had been enjoying it too. I'd caught quite a few nice fish each of the four days I'd gone out, only skipping the one day it rained like cats and dogs. Today was cloudy, but hot, the temperatures soaring almost to eighty with the cloud filtered sun barely making it to my bare back and shoulders as I trolled my crankbait back and forth across the mudflats. I was surprised as how shallow the channel had become, the water from the upper dam having cut a new channel through what had been a long narrow island, making a new path that no longer flowed the huge quantities down the old river channel. Silt settled in the old channel, dropping its deepest spots from thirty or more feet do a relatively tame fifteen or so. I wondered how many years before the mud flats that used to be land, would be the same level as the channel. Hopefully not in my lifetime I mused.

It was getting close to lunch time so I made one last pass, packed up my lines and ran the boat on the small gas trolling motor out to deeper water, the changing channel leaving it no longer safe to motor at high speed as I had so many years ago. I got out to where the new channel from the upper reservoir met the old channel and fired up the big motor for the fifteen minute ride back to the cottage.

I pulled in, tied the boat to the dock and pulled my t-shirt on before stepping out of the boat for the short walk up the landing and across the lawn. I was at least half way back to the cottage before I even noticed the blue car parked at Julie's. I froze in my tracks, my brain suddenly trying to make up its mind if I should continue on my path to my parents, or divert and see Julie. After half a dozen heartbeats I continued on, knowing that she had made her position all too well known at Christmas. She could have stayed and we could have talked longer, but she left, and I hadn't heard from her since.

I ate lunch with my mom and dad, chatting about what was on the news and how the fishing was. I didn't really feel like talking, but then if I didn't that would have been strange, so I did. After lunch I retreated to a book I had brought, planning on going back out fishing in the late afternoon, knowing that mid-day in July was not an overly productive time to fish. After an hour or so I took my book and walked down to the dock, checking to see that the blue car was still there as I made my way to the dock. I dropped into the bow of my boat and sat with my feet propped up on the passenger windshield, feeling the breeze and the rocking of the boat as I read my book.

"Hey stranger." I heard Julie say from behind me, drawing my attention. "Feel like company, or is this private quiet time?"

I twisted around to look up at her, denim shorts and a t-shirt, standing on the dock only a foot or so from me. "No, come on in." I said, putting my legs down to give her room to step from the dock to the boat. I held a hand up to help her down in, holding it until she had stepped all the way into the open bow, turned and sat on the wrap around bench seat across from me.

"So how are things?" She asked in a friendly tone.

"Not too bad. Busy at work, but that's why you take vacations, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it sorta is," she said with a shrug. "Good book?"

"Not bad. About some guy that got stranded on Mars." I said, flipping the book so she could see the cover.

"Ah. Mars. Yeah sometimes I feel like I've been stranded there."

"Oh? Why's that?" I asked curiously.

"Oh nothing in particular. Just life hasn't always been the most straight forward path for me," she said with a shrug. "Boat still looks as good as it did last time you took me out in it," she said as she rubbed one hand across the upholstery. "Getting old, but not bad looking."

"I could say the same thing about you." I said with a little grin. "I see a few wisps of gray."

"Yeah, but not like yours. You get any more gray up there you're going to have to change your hair color on your driver's license." She joked with a wide grin.

"Yeah, and that's not the only place getting gray!" I said back. "But I can't get away with shaving it off like you girls can."

"Oh I don't do that much anymore. No one to do it for," she said, her smile leaving her face for a moment. "Not that I couldn't though."

"Well, it's one way to get rid of the gray." I chuckled. "I don't think that'd work for me though."

"Why not? I hear a lot of men shave it all off, down there and elsewhere. Body sculpting I think they call it."

"Yeah, I had to have some shaved off for some surgery one time. Itched like hell when it grew back in. No thank you. I'll leave shaving those parts to the ladies."

"Oh really? So you're saying that you'll let a woman shave it?" She asked with a wide grin and twinkling eyes.

"I don't think that's exactly what I said." I answered her, looking at the laugh in her eyes, something that was missing only a few short months ago.

"Too bad. I might have volunteered," she said with a grin.

"You are naughty today, aren't you?"

"Oh a little. Wasn't it just last summer you were checking me out in a little yellow bikini?"

"Yeah. I was. Damn hot looking woman wearing it too. Wonder where she went?"

"She's still around. Just doesn't wear that kind of thing much anymore," she said, the smile leaving her face.

"I wonder if she still has it. The yellow bikini I mean."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure she does."

"Well, supposed to be sunny tomorrow, maybe she'll wear it again!"

"Maybe." She answered, the smile coming back to her lips.

"You left in a pretty big hurry at Christmas." I said after a rather uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah. Sorry. I didn't trust myself not to...you know."

"Yeah, I think I do." I answered with a nod.

"So, is Evelyn up too?" She asked, looking up toward my folk's house, looking for my wife.

"No. No, she had military training. I'm up alone."

"Oh. I see. That kinda complicates things," she said quietly.

"How so?"

"Being alone. We could...you know. And then end up the same place we were last year. I'd love to spend some time with you, but I don't want to hurt like I did at the end of last summer," she said quietly.

I looked at her silently for nearly a full minute. "I understand. I'll give you space." I answered very quietly.

"Thanks," she said quietly, looking like she had more to say, but not sure she should. "I better go." She finally said, standing up and climbing silently from the boat. "See you later." She added as she walked away on the dock.

"Don't know what I expected, especially after Christmas." I mumbled to myself before going back to reading my book. A few hours later I headed up to the house for an early dinner, after which I headed out to fish again, only going to one of my closer fishing spots instead of all the way up the slot. I fished until almost dark and then came in, not having had much luck.

"Julie is up this weekend." My mom said as we finished dinner. "You might want to go over and catch up. I don't think you've seen her since last year."

"No, I don't think so either." I answered vaguely. "I might drop in and see how things are going."

"I heard she got a new job. Some kind of promotion that was going to move her closer up here. She's been up a lot more since then." My mom said as she got up and started clearing dishes off the table. "I've seen her son around more often too."

"Oh? That's good I guess."

"Yeah, he brings Chris, his son, along when he comes too, but I never see his wife around, so I'm guessing he's divorced too now."

"A lot of that going around." I answered her.

"Unfortunately." My mom said with a frown. "Way too much."

"Yeah." I agreed, looking out the kitchen window toward Julie's place.

"Well, if you go over, you want to give this to her? It got dropped off in our mailbox by accident," she said, taking an envelope off the refrigerator and handing it to me.

"Sure, I'll take it over." I said, getting up from the table. It was still more than warm enough to go in just my shorts and t-shirt, as long as I walked quickly to avoid the damn mosquitos! I knocked on her door, hoping that I didn't have to stand in dark too long.

She opened the door, barefoot and wearing a short light green bathrobe that only came down to about the middle of her thighs, her big full tits pushing the front out and spreading the material above the tied belt apart enough to show a significant V of tanned smooth skin. "Michael!" She said with a smile. "Wasn't expecting you," she said as I stepped in and she closed the door behind me.

"My mom sent this over. Said it came in her box accidently."

"Ah, tax statement. Needed, but not necessarily wanted," she said with a chuckle. "I was just sitting and playing some solitaire," she said as she walked down into the sunken living room and the coffee table with cards laid out. She quickly started pushing the cards together as I stepped down next to her, her hands quickly trying to push the cards in a stack.

"You didn't have to stop on my account." I said as I looked down.

"No, it's fine. Really," she said abruptly.

"You're blushing!" I said as I noticed the slight hint of red on her cheeks and neck. I looked down at the cards and chuckled. "Now this I wouldn't have expected from you."

"I don't know where all the cards in this place went, but these were the only ones I could find," she said, still blushing as I took one of the cards from the table and picked it up, a naked woman in the middle of a sex act in the center of the card instead of the array of shapes usually there.

I laughed quietly as I reached for the deck in her hands and gently pulled them from her grip and fanned them out, looking at the variety of poses. "Kama sutra cards? Now that is original." I said as she sat down, still blushing. "I could think of a lot of things to do with these, and solitaire isn't one of them." I said as I pushed the cards together and held them out for her.

"I bet you could. You always did have a good imagination," she said, putting the cards on the table, face down so the naked women weren't looking up at us, and then patting the sofa next to her.

"Nice robe." I said after I sat down.

"Nice shorts," she said looking at my lap. I looked down, surprised to see a significant bulge in the front of my athletic shorts. "You always were one for a quick reaction. Glad to see that hasn't changed."

"No. Damn prostate makes it hard to keep, but getting one doesn't seem to be a problem." I said with a frown. "Not that you want to hear my medical problems."

"Yeah, like I'm not going through menopause or anything like that," she said with the shake of her head. "So, I was surprised. I didn't think you were going to come over."

"I can tell." I said, nodding at her robe. "Looks like you were ready for bed."

"Yeah, pretty much. Just a bit early."

"Did I tell you, you look good?"

"I look like an old woman!" She said with a frown.

"Not to me."

"You need new glasses!" She answered with a shake of her head.

"No, I see just fine. You know. I still have a pair of red lace underwear that belong to you."

"Hopefully not still hanging on your rearview mirror."

"No. Tucked away in an envelope in a safe place. I've often wondered if you were keeping your promise."

"I did for a while," she said quietly with a frown. "Got hard to after a while. It was a constant reminder every time I sat down."

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that."

"I'm surprised you still have them. They must be raunchy by now."

I chuckled. "Nope. They look every bit as sexy as the day you gave them to me."

"What if Evelyn finds them?"

"Not to worry. I have them someplace she'd never look. No, they're quite safe." I said with another chuckle. "So... What now?"

"Oh I don't know. I hadn't expected any company. Not exactly dressed for it or anything."

"I think you're dressed just fine." I said with a smile.

"You would. Your preferred dress for me is nothing."

"Not true. I very much enjoy undressing you."

"Well, you wouldn't have much to work with tonight," she said, smiling back. "Not that I'm giving you permission or anything." She added quickly.

"To undress you? I wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't either. But it's not a good idea. Just you're being here like this is kinda hard."

"Yeah. I know."

"Might be easier if you didn't have such an obvious hardon," she said with a frown.

"I can go if you want." I offered reluctantly.

"NO... No, that isn't necessary. Just, move it so it's not quite so obvious," she said staring down at my crotch. I looked down and saw my engorged head poking slightly from the leg hole of the short athletic shorts.

"Oh, sorry." I mumbled, reaching into my shorts to move my hardon to a different way so I didn't stick out the leg hole.

"No underwear?"

"Not today. I got wet earlier and stripped em off in the boat and never put any back on." I answered as I looked back at her again.

"Guess we're both commando then."

"Yeah. We could be commando together."

"You are so bad. What, we're supposed to play show and tell like a couple of kids?"

"We could. I know I wouldn't mind seeing your body again. Though I doubt I could actually keep from touching it if I did."

"Yeah, and that's the problem. I wanna take this robe off and let you do all the things to me you did last time. I want to feel you kiss and touch me. I want to feel your cock sliding into me and I want to feel my own climax coming around you. I WANT all those things. But I also know that they're not right and we shouldn't. So I'm not going to even start."

"Yeah. You're right. I better go. I'm just making this harder for both of us."

"Okay." she said standing up from the sofa. I sighed and got up, walking to the door. She stepped up the stairs behind me, following me to the door. She reached past me and opened the door and held it while I stepped outside. I was almost to the stairs down to the grass when I heard her call my name. I turned to see what she wanted, and watched as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, exposing her entire naked body for several seconds before she closed the door between us, leaving me standing in the dark.

I sighed again and walked back to my parents' house and headed to the bathroom and a cold shower.

I woke up well after dawn, the sun shining in the window and dancing on the celling as it reflected off the water. I couldn't help but think back to that morning sleeping with Julie, the sun dancing on the ceiling the same way as the two of us lay curled against each other. I sighed, shook my head to try and clear the all too clear image from my mind and climbed out of bed to dress. I ate a light breakfast and headed down to the landing, intending on getting an early start on fishing. I was planning on heading all the way up near the dam to soak some minnows, since it was the fourth and I didn't expect to get any more fishing in. I wasn't looking forward to heading back home tomorrow morning.

I hauled my minnow bucket down to the dock and was just getting things situated, the big 4 cylinder I/O idling to warm up as I arranged the last of my gear.

"Hey. Got room for a passenger?" I heard behind me, turning to see Julie standing on the dock in a knee length blue beach cover-up thingie, a book in one hand and a bag and a cooler in the other.

"Sure, you know me. I always like company." I answered with a smile.

"Don't read more into this than there is," she said quietly as she took my offered hand and stepped down into the boat.

"I'd like to read a lot into it." I answered as she sat in the passenger seat.

"Don't. I just wanted to spend some time with you before you have to go back," she said quietly. "Nothing else."

"Okay." I said with a half sigh as I turned to untie the lines holding the boat to the dock. I pushed us away and then dropped into the driver's seat behind the windshield and kicked the motor into gear. It only took about fifteen minutes to reach the edge of the slot, but unlike when I was younger, it wasn't safe to drive into the old channel that hard. Too many trees had been moved around by the ice to trust an eight thousand dollar engine to. No, I shut the big engine down and started the little five horse trolling motor and spent the next twenty five minutes tracing the old channel before I reached the quiet winding cut that the old channel used to take just a short distance from the upper dam. I shut the engine down and dropped two anchors, putting us under the shade of an overhanging poplar tree.

"This part seems to still be a lot like it was when we were kids. I can remember you bringing me all the way up here."

"Yeah. It's so hard to get to that almost no one comes up this far. That's why I like to sit and soak minnows here. There are some really big fish patrolling this channel." I said as I started setting out rods and lines. In only a few minutes I had three different lines out, each baited with a lively minnow, some small, one quite large. I dropped into the wrap around seat in the bow to watch my bobbers.

"Was it this quiet when we first came out here?"

"Oh yeah." I answered. "It was idyllic back then."

"Still is. Feels almost like we're in a whole 'nother world."

"Yeah. I know. Remember how cold that rain was that day?"

"Oh lord. That was cold. I was frozen by the time we got in."

"Yeah, but we had fun getting warm, didn't we?"

"Yeah. Seems to me that we ended up naked together."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we did." I agreed with a smile. "And in your car. I can remember you giving me a blow job in the front seat."

"Yeah, right after you fingered me to climax. God we were crazy kids, weren't we?"

"Yeah. Not a care in the world, well mostly. God you looked so sexy to me back then."

"And now?"

"Incredibly sexy!" I answered emphatically. "Just fucking incredibly sexy!"

"Well, thank you. I probably shouldn't have flashed you like that last night, but seeing your cock sticking out like that, well, I couldn't help myself," she said with a girlish little giggle.

"All that just because you saw a little bit of my cock? What would you do if you saw the whole thing?"

"You dirty old man!" she teased.

"Yeah, I'll accept that." I said as I stood up. I undid the front of my shorts and pushed my shorts and boxers down, exposing my already half hard cock only feet from her face. "How's that look?"

"Every bit as good as it did thirty years ago," she whispered, her hand reaching up toward my cock and stopping inches away. "We really shouldn't be doing this."

I stepped out of my shorts and then pulled off my shirt, tossing it on the seat before stepping through the open windshield into the cockpit. I reached a hand down to her, which she took and gently coaxed her to stand up. I reached for the tie around her waist, holding the blue beach wrap in place and gently tugged the bow, pulling the wrap apart and then pushing it off her shoulders. Under the wrap she had on that same yellow bikini from the previous year, the triangles of material having the same hard time covering her nipples as it had back then. I reached around her body, untying the lower and then upper ties, the material trapped between us as I pressed my chest to hers. I moved my hands down to her hips, and gently tugged each bow, letting the strings come untied and allowing the tiny yellow triangle fall to the ground between her legs. I stepped back, sliding my hands up her sides, gently cupping both her huge tits as the top landed on the floor by the bikini bottom. "Now that's a lot better." I whispered as she tilted her head up.

She lifted herself on her toes, broaching the several inch height difference between us, to press her hot soft lips against mine. I felt her hands slip between us and clasp around my hard cock as she gently kissed my lips seductively, licking and sucking my lower lip and then trying to tease her tongue into my mouth. "God I love you," she whispered as she let her lips hover fractions of an inch from mine.

"Yeah, me too. I guess I always have." I whispered back.

"As much as I tried to not do this, I can't help myself. I want to feel you inside me again. I want to feel your strong strokes driving your fantastic cock into me and I want to feel you make me come," she said breathlessly.

I reached my hands down to her ass and gently cupped both full round cheeks. She didn't weigh nearly as much back then, but I wasn't about to complain as I picked her up, her legs quickly wrapping around me as I carried her the few feet to the padded engine housing and set her on it, her ass at the very edge. She quickly released me from her legs, spreading them and lifting them out of my way as she leaned back on the cover, using her elbows to support herself.

"All yours," she whispered, her spread pussy lips glistening in the morning sun with their wetness.

"You shaved." I said as I pushed my cock down toward her pussy, rubbing my head up and down her wet slit.

"Uh huh. Fresh this morning. Just for you," she moaned as I teased her clit with my cock. "Oh god Michael. Don't tease me. Not now. Just fuck me please!"

"Yeah, I know." I agreed quietly, pushing my cock into her sopping wet pussy. I felt my head resist and press on her tunnel opening for a few brief moments and then slip inside her, easily plunging deep into her wet soft insides. I leaned forward, lowering my head toward her fantastic tits and gently sucked one nipple into my mouth as I began stroking my cock in and out of her, her hips almost immediately trying to rock and lift to match my strokes.

"Oh god yessssss!" she hissed as I teased my tongue round and around her nipple, my mushroom head caressing the full length of her tunnel, threatening to slip all the way out with each stroke. "Harder baby. Fuck me harder!" She begged quietly.

I started plunging my cock into her faster, my hips slapping her bare ass as she pulled her legs farther back to let me stroke deeper into her. In and out I went, our bodies caressing each other and driving us each toward climax. "Oh fuck yes! God damn you feel so good in me!" She squeaked loudly as I pounded into her. "God I'm gonna come. Ohhhhhhhh fuck I'm gonna come." She cried a little louder as I felt her pussy start to spasm around my plunging shaft. "OHHHHHHH FUCK!" She cried loudly as her body spasmed, her tunnel gripping me and her legs shaking uncontrollably as she gasped for breath. It was what I was holding back for. I gave a last few energetic plunges into her pussy and allowed my own climax to wash over me, my hips jerking toward her, jamming my cock deep into her with each surge of pent up cum.

"Ohhhh damn." I groaned as I lifted my face from her tit.

She let her back lay fully on the pad and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my face to hers and my body fully onto hers. She kissed me eagerly, almost urgently, as if I was going to disappear before she could get all her kisses in.

"God Michael. I want you so much. I want you forever," she whispered in my ear as she broke the kiss and pulled me tightly to her. I could feel the tears running down her face and around our cheeks where they pressed together, her legs pulling me tightly to her and holding me as she panted for breath. "I know. I can't have you. We can't have each other. But I've wanted you for so long. I think I've wanted you ever since our family came down to visit you on that trip and we played outside in the dark. Do you remember?"

"Yeah, I do. We were young. What early teens?"

"Yeah, young and crazy, but every time you touched me I felt my stomach get butterflies and while I didn't know it then, every time you touched me I got so aroused. I almost let you touch my breasts out in the dark. If we'd have played a little longer I think I would have found a way to let you do it. God, I wanted you to touch me, almost as much as right now!"

"Yeah. I was pretty taken with those tight white pants too. I was trying to figure out a way to get you to take em off so I could see your body, or at least pull them down. But that wasn't happening. I was too scared to even try anything. It wasn't until we were up here right before college that I got the nerve up to do anything. It's funny how life goes. Two people so in love and yet so unable to share it." I whispered.

"Not funny. Sad," she whispered, letting go of my neck with one arm so she could use her hand to wipe her tears away.

"Let go a second." I whispered.

"I don't want to. I don't want to let your touch go," she whispered, pulling me tighter to me.

"Trust me." I said quietly.

"Okay." She answered tearfully, releasing me from the grip of her legs and arm. I pushed myself up, my softened cock slipping from her pussy. It only took me a few minutes to dig out the parts. A specially shaped board and four screw in legs. I pushed the long narrow platform into place in the bow, filling the gap that was intended as a foot hole for people sitting on the wrap around seat in the bow. I stuffed a boat cushion on the platform I had designed to allow me to install a swivel seat in the bow for fishing, and turned back to Julie, sitting on the engine cover. I took her hands and drew her along with me to the bow and the fully padded platform where we could now both lay down and snuggle comfortably.

We lay for almost an hour, gently stroking each other, our fingers lovingly teasing each other's bodies, feeling the sun sneaking through the trees, the breeze blowing across us, before she rolled herself over on top of me, my cock trapped between our bodies, the heat of her wet pussy wrapped around part of my rock hard shaft. She looked down at me, her eyes a combination of lust and love, as she lifted her chest from mine and settled on her knees over my hips. Very slowly she began to rock her hips, slowly dragging her wet pussy back and forth across my engorged shaft, teasing me as well as herself. Each stroke dragged her clit along the bottom of my shaft, making her already wet pussy even wetter as her arousal grew.

I reached up and captured her tits, lifting them and teasing my fingers back and forth across her rock hard nipples as her motions grew more urgent. Each slide forward let her lips close around my engorged head, teasing me closer to climax as her clit bounced over the underside of my head and the most sensitive spot on my cock. I saw her close her eyes and sigh briefly as she moved one hand from my chest to the head of my cock, gently lifting it with two fingers as she slid forward. I felt her pussy slide nearly all the way off my cock before she leaned forward, her fingers pushing me up against her pussy until my head lifted, clear of her weight. She pushed back, my head slipping between her sopping wet lips and entered her velvety soft tunnel, driving herself slowly down my shaft. She continued pushing back until I was fully enveloped by her soft wet pussy and then she pushed herself back up.

"I love you," she whispered as she began to use her legs to lift herself up my shaft, lowering herself back down quickly to bounce slightly on my thighs with her bare ass. Up and down she slid, her pussy wrapped around my cock and inching me closer to climax with each new stroke. I held her tits, the weight bouncing in my hands each time her ass slapped down on my thighs, the boat bobbing gently in time with her tender loving strokes.

"I'm going to come." I grunted, trying to hold back as long as I could.

"Good. I want you too," she said, looking down at me. "I want to remember what your face looks like when you're coming inside the woman you love."

I looked up at her and let myself go, her strokes only continuing another minute before I felt the surge of cum start its trip. My body bucked under her as I grunted loudly, a huge gush of cum lancing up into her. I felt her settle on me, barely able to stroke herself up and down my shaft as her legs suddenly trembled and shook, a soft moan slipping from her lips as she stared down at me. "I'm coming too," she whispered as she watched me, my body bucking several more times under her, my surging cum filling her until it was leaking around my shaft. I felt her pussy clench and shudder around me, as she too climaxed, although more softly than the last.

Finally she leaned forward, working to keep my cock trapped in her pussy, as she lay her chest against mine, her hard nipples poking into my chest. She reached her lips toward mine, softly and gently kissing me, her breath mingling with mine as we brushed lips and tongues gently with each other.

"That was incredible." I whispered, my lips practically brushing hers as I did.

"I'm glad. I loved doing it for you."

"I wish we never had to leave." I said quietly.

"Yeah, I know. But we have to, don't we?"

"Soon." I answered.

"Give me as long as we can, okay?"

"Okay." I answered with a smile.

As long as we could was almost another hour, during which time I took her again from behind as we lay on the platform, my cock sliding in and out of her as my fingers teased her clit to a massive orgasm, at least as strong as the one she had given me. Finally with a sigh, we disengaged and dressed each other, Julie putting on the wrap but not the bikini so that I could look at her body all the way home.

It was the hardest hour I'd ever spent, knowing that when we reached the shore we'd have to be back to normal. Cousins, not lovers.

"You know. I heard there's some fireworks tonight you can see from the water." I said as she climbed from the boat. "Wanna go?"

"With you? Did you really need to ask?"

"Not really." I answered her. "I'll come get you about dark."

"Looking forward to it." She answered as she walked away, my cum still leaking down her legs from earlier.

I finished tying off the boat and headed up for a late lunch. I spent part of the afternoon packing gear in the boat and putting all the lines and hooks away so we wouldn't get hurt in the dark, and the rest reading my book, well, pretending to read at least as I thought about the morning.

After dinner I changed into long pants, expecting to be attacked by bugs. Not that I wanted long pants, but I also didn't know if there was going to be any chance for more sex with Julie. About dark I pulled on a long sleeved coat and headed over to her place. She came to the door in an ankle length form fitting dress, holding a light windbreaker. Her hair had been done and her face shown the recent application of a light coat of makeup. She smiled at me approvingly as I surveyed her body in the tight fitting dress.

"You look...beautiful!" I whispered as we walked the short way down to the dock and my boat.

"You should see what I have on under it," she whispered back. "It's a surprise. I'm hoping you can find a way to get me naked enough to enjoy it."

"I'll make it a point." I answered as we walked on the wooden deck of the dock.

"Just so you know. There's a zipper all the way down the back," she said with a giggle.

It was only twilight, and the fireworks weren't scheduled to start for another hour, but I didn't want to motor all the way there in the dark. Coming home in the dark would be hard enough. I let my GPS draw a track that I would follow home as I motored down the lake on plane, running at a reasonable twenty five miles an hour.

We drew close to where the fireworks were going to be and saw a variety of boats already anchoring, each twinkling with little lights, some with generators running to power full strings of Christmas style lights. I found a quiet spot away from too many of the boats and set the anchors so we could lay in the bow and see toward where the fireworks would be. We lay silently, staring at the sky and the emerging stars, my hand teasing her dress up her legs while hers was deftly working the front of my pants open to slip her hand in on my hard cock.

On many of the boats were small parties, but on mine, as darkness closed in around us, our party was something completely different. I gently slipped the zipper down and she shrugged the material off her shoulders, letting me tease the dress down her body until she was laying without it on in the starlight. I doubted anyone too far away could see her, but I could see all too well. Her body was encased in a sexy sheer white lace negligee, her shaved mound peaking from under it and her rock hard nipples trying to poke through the lace as her big tits strained at the little ties down the front.

"Fuck me from behind again," she whispered, rolling over on her side to expose her bare ass to me. I pushed my pants down to my knees and rolled over to spoon her, reaching for my cock and rubbing my mushroom head gently between her lips. "Ohhhhh yesssssss." She sighed as I pushed myself into her, her pussy slowly accepting me as I pressed myself into her. I felt her lips gently pinch on my unlubricated cock and began to stroke in and out in short little strokes, lubricating both my shaft and her lips with her juices. I was soon fully into her, my head pressed against her cervix and my thighs against her bare ass.

She pulled my hand around to her font, guiding my fingers to the ties down the front of her sexy outfit. One by one I untied then, taking several slow strokes before stopping to untie another string. "Oh god!" She moaned as I stroked into her again, one tie left. "This is such a fucking tease."

"For both of us." I whispered as I pulled the bow on the last string. I slid my hand up her bare stomach and cupped one of her big tits, letting my finger and thumb gently squeeze and tease her nipple as I started stroking into her again. In and out I went, slow and methodical, matching my strokes to the gentle rocking of the boat, wondering briefly if anyone noticed the unusual set of waves.

I heard her moan softly as my fat mushroom head teased her tunnel, stroking from the entrance until I was pressing against her cervix deep inside her. She reached behind her with one hand, resting it on my ass and trying to pull me in harder with each stroke, both of us trying to be as quiet as we could.

The first boom startled us, as did the shower of sparks in the sky as the first mortar exploded high above us. The light flooded down over us, making us easy to see in the bow of my boat. I hoped everyone else was watching the lights in the sky instead of the couple making love under the lights as I continued to slide in and out of her.

"Oh fuck yes!" She moaned as her legs started to shudder, my cock teasing her to the beginning of her climax. "God, I'm going to come!"

"That's it lover. Come for me." I grunted, feeling her pussy clenching and spasming around me, pushing me quickly toward my own completion. I stroked faster, driving in and out as fast as I could as she lifted one leg high in the air to let me plunge into her faster.

"GOD YES!" She almost screamed as another burst detonated above us, her whole body jerking and twitching as my body bucked into her, squirting cum deep into her spasming pussy. Time and again my body jerked, spewing more cum into her as the fireworks continued over us, the varying colors of light illuminating us as we lay there in mutual climax.

She rolled herself over, working her legs over mine so that I stayed inside her as she lay on her back, my hand now free to roam her whole sexy body under the lights.

I softened and slipped out of her long before the last splash of light winked out, the two of us laying in the bow practically naked. With darkness closed back around us she leaned toward me and kissed me softly, taking long slow minutes to embrace me, knowing that this would be our last moments together where we could share this way. Reluctantly we separated and I got up, pulling my pants the rest of the way off before pulling the anchors in. Most of the other boats had moved off, so we had a relatively easy, though long, trip back, our speed limited to less than fifteen miles an hour because of the darkness. I could see fairly well in the moonlight, but really couldn't spend as much time looking at Julie laying naked for me in the bow as I would have liked. I pulled back to the dock, both of us still practically naked, and quickly dressed before walking her up to her house.

"I have to leave first thing." I said quietly as we stood on the deck swatting away the mosquitos that were quickly finding us.

"Yeah," she said. "See you in the morning then," she added sadly, opening the door. I turned and walked to the steps, stopping when I heard my name. "Michael. Thank you. For tonight and everything."

"You're welcome." I said with a sigh before walking down the stairs and back to my parents place.

I was the only one still up when I walked in so I made my way quietly to my bedroom and stripped, slipping under the sheet and lying awake for a long time before sleep finally overtook me.

I stared at the ceiling and watched the reflection of the rising sun dance on the ceiling, my mind lost to the past and the present times with Julie. I wondered how my life ended up so screwed up, but found no comforting answers. I finally got up, showered and dressed. My mom had breakfast ready when I came into the kitchen, so I quickly ate the eggs and bacon she had made before going out to load the boat. I was disappointed to see Julie's car gone as I backed my car down the ramp to load the boat on the trailer.

It only took about fifteen minutes for me to get the boat loaded, secured and the cover tied down tightly for the trip home. Another ten saw my bags and car packed and hugging my mom goodbye. I took one last look over at Julie's place as I drove out of the driveway, her car still gone. No goodbye to be shared with her.

After the long winding lake road, I turned onto the main highway next to the old railroad bridge, still a fixture after all my years of coming up. It started with one car wide attachment to the rail bridge so many years ago, but now the rail bridge stood on its own, the auto and truck traffic on a new two lane concrete bridge. On the far side was the parking area used by fishermen wanting to fish under the bridges where the old river, and now the lake, narrowed to only a few dozens of feet, a perfect choke point to catch fish moving up and down the channel. In the parking lot was a lone blue car. I turned in.

"I thought you'd never get here." Julie said as she slipped from where she had been sitting on the fender of her car. "I hoped you'd remember this place."

"How could I forget?" I asked as I stepped out of my car and walked to her, the two of us practically falling into each other's arms.

"Michael. I can't do this anymore. As much as I love you and I love how it feels to be with you, leaving this way over and over tares me up. I think we need to stop seeing each other this way," she whispered.

"I understand." I answered, pulling her body tightly against mine.

"I love you. I always have and I always will," she whispered as she lifted her face to mine. We kissed long and tender, neither caring at that moment who was watching, nor what they thought. We shared what we both knew would be our last kiss, reluctantly breaking it and stepping back from each other. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she walked to her car, got in and drove away without looking back.

To say the drive home was long would be an understatement. Because of the traffic I had nearly twelve hours to grapple with the reality that what we had was over.

My wife came home, and life returned to normal, my relationship with Julie pushed into the back corner of my mind and heart. Only when I went back up north and saw her place next to my folks place did all those feelings flood back. Christmas came and went, and another summer, during neither of which did she appear. I guessed it was just too much for her to deal with. My mom kept me informed as to what was new with Julie, but other than that, she had ignored any attempt at my texting or calling.

"Hi Mom. What's up?" I asked as my mom called on early December evening.

"You're father's in the hospital. He's had a massive stroke. They don't know if he'll make it." She cried into the phone.

"Oh damn! Okay, I'll be there in... give me about ten hours. I should see you first thing in the morning. Which hospital?"

"The same one he had his surgery in."

"Got it. Be there soon. Hang in there mom!" I said as I clicked off. I walked down the hall and into the bedroom where my wife was putting away clothes. "Gotta go north. Dad's had a stroke."

"Bad?" She asked as I started throwing clothes into a duffel bag.

"Yeah. Bad." I said, tears welling up in my eyes. One look from her and she knew how bad it really was.

"I'm coming!" She said, pulling clothes out of her dresser and grabbing another duffel.

In ten minutes we were on the road, my mood falling to an even lower point as what had been a light snow seemed to be getting heavier. My wife looked at the radar map and shook her head as I drove as fast as I could thought the falling snow. "Gonna be worse after we turn and go up thirty nine," she said quietly.

"Yeah." I answered, not really wanting to talk at that moment.

I really hadn't said too much all the way to our first gas stop, where my wife took over driving at about two in the morning. The roads continued to deteriorate and were down to one clear and one snow covered lane with the snow still falling. I lay back my seat and closed my eyes as she pulled out onto the interstate for the second half of our journey.

"Can you hear me?" A male voice asked, a bright light flashing in my eyes. "Sir? Can you hear me?"

"Uh huh." I grunted, trying to get up but for some reason unable to move.

"Do you know where you are?" The voice asked again.

"Um... No." I grunted trying to move my legs, but the feeling they were buried in mud slowly being replaced by shooting pains racing from my ankles all the way up my legs. "Ohhhhh god it hurts." I groaned loudly before everything slowly went black.

I looked at the white ceiling, my eyes slowly trying to focus, but having little luck. I squinted and looked around, trying to figure out where I was, confusion setting in. I turned my head the other way and saw a familiar face, Julie. "What's going on?" I croaked out.

She practically jumped out of the chair she was sitting in. "Hey there. You're back with us!" She said softly, stepping to the bed and gently stroking my head.

"Where am I?"

"In a hospital in Madison. You've been unconscious for almost a week," she whispered softly.

"What happened?" I asked, watching her face turn sad.

"Your kids should be back any time, they went down to get some lunch." She answered evasively.

"Where's Evelyn?" I asked.

"Michael... There was an accident. A truck came across the median. She didn't make it," she said softly, leaning across the side rail of the bed to hold me as the reality set in.

As it turned out, I missed my dad's funeral, and was in a wheel chair with two broken legs for my wife's. As much as my kids helped, the next few weeks were horrible. I spent all my time sitting and staring out the window, unable to truly deal with the pain I had inside me. I had everyone concerned, not the least of which was my kids. One of them was there constantly, trying to attend to my needs, even though I rarely asked for anything. I had no desire to try to do anything, and just sat, staring out the window or watching old movies on tv. My world as I knew it had just been turned upside down. You never truly know how much you love a person until they're not there anymore. There are so many important little things that you take for granted, a little kiss on the cheek, a hug, a smile, sharing a meal... all these little things you do on a daily basis, you don't realize how important they are until they're gone.

No, I'm not the first one to lose a spouse. But like most that do, I was devastated. Compounding matters were my two broken legs. I couldn't even lose myself in routine tasks because of them. I couldn't work, I couldn't hardly do anything for myself. I even had to be helped on and off the toilet of all things. It wasn't long before I had turned into a sullen angry man, and closed out everyone. My kids took turns at first, staying with me to help. It quickly became clear that wasn't going to work and they hired me a live-in assistant. Kind of a cross between a helper and a nurse. She was a nice woman, and I got used to her seeing me naked, well except for the two casts on my legs.

Twelve weeks after the accident the doctors took the casts off. Not that I could walk. That would take weeks of therapy, not something that made me particularly happy. As much as I insisted, my live in nurse refused to let me take a shower, instead helping me into the tub to take a bath. I hate baths.

"Michael. You can't balance well enough to take a shower!" Amanda, my live in nurse, argued.

"I don't care. I hate baths. Baths are for babies." I argued back. "It's been two damn weeks. When are you going to let me take a fucking shower?" I asked angrily.

"You can take a fucking shower when you fucking learn to stand on your own two fucking feet!" She snapped angrily. "You want to play fucking games with me and be angry, I can play them too! So just fucking get used to it!"

I was stunned. I suppose I shouldn't have been, but I was. As angry and difficult I'd been the last two months, I'd never heard or seen her be angry. "Sorry." I said quietly.

"You should be. You're not an invalid. You're going to have to learn to use your legs again and that takes time. Your muscles are weak, but you can still use them. Just give it time," she said in her normally sweet voice.

"Fine," I answered. "But can I PLEASE take a shower? I hate baths!" I practically pleaded as she wheeled me into the bathroom.

"Alright. I'll help you take a shower. Since you're asking nicely for a change," she said with a smile. "Especially since it's the first thing you've asked for nicely since I've gotten here."

"Have I been that much of an ass?" I asked quietly.

"Frankly, you've been pretty much of an asshole!" she said before turning and smiling at me. "But I can also understand why. Now I'll help you stand up and you can undress yourself if you think you're strong enough to stand in the shower."

"Yeah. I can." I said, pushing myself up out of the chair, with her help, and standing unsteadily. She balanced me as I pulled my t-shirt off and then pushed my shorts and briefs down. She held me with one arm around my waist while I wrapped an arm around her shoulders as I stepped out of my shorts, then helped me sit back down in the chair.

"Now. You sit tight. I'll be right back," she said with her usual cheerful smile. She walked out of the bathroom and disappeared down the hall, coming back a couple short minutes later carrying two towels and, much to my surprise, completely naked. "What? You didn't expect me to let you stand in the shower alone, now did you?" She said as I stared at her petite little body. I'd never seen her in anything but the variety of hospital type scrubs, which really didn't flatter the curves she had. Her chest wasn't large, maybe a small C cup, with oblong areola and round pink nipples in the center of each quickly puckering areola. Her body was firm and muscular, which didn't surprise me, and her waist was thin, flaring smoothly out into shapely hips and a firm looking tush. She had a neatly trimmed blond bush that matched the color of her short cropped hair. She ignored my starting as she bent over in the tub to adjust the water, her full round pussy lips sticking out at me between her legs, the slightest amount of her delicate inner lips peeking out at me teasingly. "Well, haven't seen that before," she said as she straightened up and stood in front of me, looking down at my lap.

I looked down and saw my cock, rock hard for the first time since the accident, jutting up lewdly from my lap at her. "Oh...sorry." I mumbled sheepishly, feeling my cheeks warm slightly.

"Oh don't be. It's kind of a compliment. Besides, it means that for a change you were thinking of something good instead of just looking at the negative," she answered with a smile. "Now, let's be careful we don't poke an eye out with that thing," she said as she bent over and reached for my sides, sliding her hands up my sides to my armpits to help me stand up. I pushed off the chair to my feet, and stood for a second, swaying as I caught my balance, my hard cock pressing against her stomach as she stepped closer to me. She wrapped her arms around me for a moment to help me balance, pressing her bare body to mine in the process. "Now, we're going to step into the shower one foot at a time. You step then I'll step, okay?"

"Uh huh." I answered, reaching for the wall of the tub/shower. I stepped one foot over the side of the tub and the two of us moved more into the shower than out, her foot quickly lifting over the side to help me balance.

"Other foot now," she said, as she stood waiting for me to move my other foot over the side of the tub. I stepped carefully, not wanting to upset my balance too much. With her arms still tightly wrapped around me, pulling me tightly to her body, her rock hard nipples pressing against my chest and my cock trapped between us, she stepped her other foot into the tub and gently turned us so that I was under the water cascading from the shower head. "Okay. Now I have to let loose of you for a minute. Are you ready?"

"Uh huh." I answered, using one hand on soap dish in the shower wall for balance as she loosened her arms and stepped back from me. She turned herself and pulled the shower curtain closed and then turned to face me again, the bottle of old spice liquid soap in her hand. She reached past me for one of the fluffy shower things and squeezed soap on it, turning her back to me as she put the soap back down. I wasn't about to move or I'd lose my balance, but I wasn't going to complain when, bent over the way she was, her ass accidently pressed against my jutting hardon. My engorged head slid momentarily along her full pussy lips and between her legs before she stood back up.

"Are you being naughty?" she asked with a smile as she turned to face me again.

"Nope. Clearly accidental." I said, blushing again as she rubbed the ruffilly shower sponge to raise a lather.

"Too bad," she said with a grin as she began to rub the sponge around my chest, soaping my body. "If you were it would have meant you were feeling stronger."

"I didn't know sex was part of a home health nurse's duties." I said honestly.

"Oh, it's not. But then getting into a shower naked with your patient isn't usually part of the job either. But since I've seen you naked bunches of times, I didn't think you'd mind me being naked."

"Oh, trust me, I don't mind." I admitted as her hands worked the lather down to my hard cock and began to gently wash it, making it twitch as her hand stroked the length of the shaft.

"You know. I wouldn't mind helping, if you want some relief for that," she said softly.

"Are you suggesting sex?"

"No silly! I'm suggesting that I could stroke you with my hands to give you some relief for that," she said with a wry look. "Men. Always thinking of sex."

"Kinda hard not to when you're standing in a shower naked with an extremely sexy looking woman." I said.

She handed me the soapy sponge and grinned. "Extremely sexy looking huh? Now that is a compliment. Why don't you put one of those hands to good use?" She said as she wrapped both hands around my cock and started stroking my soapy shaft. I reached up to her chest and gently soaped the front of her body, using the sponge to tease around each firm round breast and rock hard nipple. I heard her moan softly as she stroked my cock and tossed the sponge to the shower floor, putting my bare hand on her firm tit and gently massaging it, my thumb stroking back and forth across it. "You have gentle hands." She cooed softly as she stroked me, one hand sliding slowly up and down my shaft, the other rolling around and over my engorged head.

"I think I'm going to come." I grunted as I teased her nipple.

"Hard?"

"Oh yeah." I grunted as she moved her hands so both of them were stroking my cock, aimed up between us.

"OHHH!" She exclaimed in surprise as a gush of cum lanced from the tip of my head, up between us, landing on her firm round tit. Again and again I grunted, trying to hold my balance as my cock spouted more and more cum onto her tits and stomach, finally reduced to a drool as she slowed her strokes. "My, that was strong, wasn't it?"

"I guess." I chuckled as I watched my cum sliding and dripping off her tits. "I think you need a rinse."

"I will once you're out and sitting again," she said.

"No. I don't think so." I said, reaching both hands around her and pulling her to me, her cum covered tits pressed to my chest. I pulled her back as I stepped gingerly backward, letting the water cascade over her and run down between us as I let go of her and slipped both hands between us to stroke her stomach and tits, cleaning off the cum.

"Well, thank you," she said with a smile.

"I'm not done yet." I answered, sliding one hand down to her blond bush and gently stroking one finger between her legs along her wet lips. "I can help you with that, if you want." I said almost teasingly.

"Oh? Since when does a patient play with the nurse's pussy?

"When the nurse lays in bed at night and fingers herself to climax." I said quietly. "You moan louder than you realize." I said as she blushed brightly.

"I didn't know you could hear."

"I could." I answered simply, pressing my finger up between her lips and stroking it gently across her hard clit. "You know, you could move your legs apart some and make this easier."

"Uh uh," she said, her eyes closing as my strokes teased her clit and my other hand pinched and pulled her nipple. "Oh god," she whispered after a couple minutes of my strokes, my finger sliding along her pubic bone and across her rock hard clit. I felt her legs start to tremble and her breathing grow more ragged with each passing moment until she suddenly jerked hard, her whole body convulsing momentarily and her legs pressing together to try and trap my finger between them. "Oh god," she whispered again, her eyes opening and looking at me almost curiously. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I answered. "But I think I better sit down again."

"Oh yeah. Definitely!" She said, quickly reaching past me to turn off the water. She pushed the shower curtain back and then stepped tightly to me again, her arms wrapping around me. "Now. Out the same way as in," she said quietly.

"Sure." I chuckled.

"What's so funny?" She asked after we stepped out onto the bathroom rug.

"In and out. You tell me." I said with another chuckle as she stepped back to dry me.

"Let's get you sitting down again," she said, quickly putting a towel on the wheelchair and then standing back up to me. She pulled me tightly to her, her still hard nipples pressing against my chest as she turned me, leaning over to help balance me as I sat back into the chair. I moved my hands from the arms of the chair up to both her perky little tits, and squeezed them gently as she used the second towel to dry me off.

"You keep that up and you're going to get all hot and bothered again," she whispered to me.

"Too late." I answered quietly as her hands rubbed the towel down to my lap and my again hardening cock.

"Goodness. I should say," she whispered, her hands gently toweling my growing hardon.

"You know, a cock does a much better job than a finger." I whispered to her, my thumbs stroking back and forth across her nipples.

"I bet it does." She answered. "I'm surprised though. Why the sudden change? I think this is the first time you've been really nice to me."

"I'm sorry. I guess I was feeling sorry for myself."

"I can understand that," she said, moving her drying down to my legs as she squatted in front of me. "You've had a lot of loss all at one time."

"Too much." I said sadly, thinking of my wife and all the things I missed.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to spoil your good mood," she said quietly as she knelt in front of me, looking up at me. "Part of our job is your mental health as well as your physical health. For a while there you were more...normal, than I've seen you since I started here. I'd like to think that I can get you back to that and be there much more. Especially since I know now just how gentle and sweet you can be."

"I guess I've been pretty self-absorbed." I answered her.

"A bit." She admitted. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yeah, I suppose." I answered with a shrug.

"Who's Julie?"

"Julie? Why do you ask?"

"You've been having some really bad dreams and I've been coming in and just stroking your hair and chest to calm you. Sometimes as you calm down you call out her name. Is she someone important in your life?"

"She was once, really important. Not so much now though." I said quietly.

"I doubt that's true. If you're calling her name she's still important to you." Amanda said sweetly. "Now, let's get some fresh clothes for you. We have to get your therapy done yet."

"Sure." I answered her as she stood up and pushed me out into the bedroom. She wheeled me toward the dresser and then locked the wheels of the chair again.

"So, shall we stand up again?"

"I suppose." I said, pushing myself up out of the chair as she reached to help steady me. I looked down at her as she opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of my boxer briefs.

"Let's start with these," she said, turning toward me and looking up at me, finding me staring down into her eyes.

I reached for the underwear and took them from her hand, tossing them onto the bed before reaching out to her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her breasts to me as I slowly turned us so my back was to the bed. I reached my hands down to her firm ass and lifted her, falling back onto the bed as I did so, her legs and arms trying to catch us.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a frown as she held herself over me on her hands and knees, my hands still on her firm ass.

"Returning the favor." I said softly, pulling her down toward my hardening cock and pressing it against her still wet pussy lips.

She drew in a breath and held herself in place, not moving to help but also not moving away. She closed her eyes and allowed me to stroke my hardening cock along her wet lips with my hips, my hands squeezing and pulling her cute little ass down farther.

"We shouldn't do this," she whispered softly.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked her in an equally soft whisper.

"No." She answered.

"Good. I don't either." I said, sliding one hand down from her ass to my cock, lifting it and rubbing my fat head against her wet pussy lips. I spread her lips with my head and teased the tip into the opening of her tunnel. I moved both hands to her hips and half pushed, half encouraged her to push back against me, her pussy expanding around my mushroom head until finally it slipped into her.

"Oh god," she moaned softly. "Sooooo big!"

"So tight." I grunted softly, as she started to rock on her knees, slowly stroking her incredibly tight pussy on and off my shaft. As she rocked more and more of my cock became lubricated with her juices and she was soon stroking nearly all of me into her, my head banging gently with each stroke against her cervix and the end of her sexy tunnel.

"God you feel good," she moaned as she rocked, my hands sliding up from her firm ass to her tits, cupping each one and gently squeezing and kneading them as she pushed both of us closer to climax.

"Gonna come again." I grunted all too soon, really wanting to last a lot longer.

"That's good. Just let it go!" she cooed. "It's been a long time for you, so that's to be expected."

"I'd prefer you came too." I grunted, sliding one hand down between us and finding her clit with one finger.

"Don't worry about me. You just enjoy what you're feeling." She gasped as my finger stroked across her exposed clit. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" she squealed in surprise. "Ohhhhhhhhh my god yes!"

"I take it you like this?" I groaned as my own climax inched even closer, my body barely able to contain the load waiting for release.

"Ohhhhh god yes. Ohhhhhh fuck fuck," she moaned just before my body jerked, a huge gush of cum lancing up into her pussy. "FUCK!" She cried loudly as her whole body suddenly dissolved into little shudders and trembles, her pussy jammed hard on my jerking and spurting cock. She held herself above me, looking down at me and panting as her body slowly stilled. "God, that was good," she whispered.

"For me too." I answered.

"Is this a new form of physical therapy?" She asked with a giggle. "Cuz if it is, I'm all for it."

"I guess it could be." I answered with a smile. "It's definitely emotional therapy."

"So it would seem," she said as she started to move off of me.

"Don't." I said, reaching up to her back and pulling her down toward me. "I'd really enjoy it if you'd cuddle with me for a while."

"Alright." She answered, lowering herself to lay on top of me, her firm tits trapped between us. I reached for her head and gently pulled her face down to mine, starting a soft kiss that she quickly took over, sensuously kissing me for long minutes before pulling her mouth away breathlessly, her hot breath mixing with mine as she held her lips only millimeters from mine. "Fuck, you turn me on!" She whispered.

We spent most of the rest of the day in bed together, getting up only to eat, Amanda agreeing to remain naked the rest of the day. Much to my surprise, I managed to get it up three more times before "bed time", each time both of us getting off together. When the lights went out for the night, instead of hearing her in her bed fingering herself, she was snuggled against me comfortably, sexually sated for what, she said, was the first time in a couple years.

That day changed our dynamic completely. While I still had rough days, emotionally, she found ways to draw me back out of them, usually using her body in various ways to tease me and take my mind from what was dragging me down. She'd taken to not wearing a bra under her scrubs and her panties, which started out as relatively conservative, quickly changed to sexy little lace panties or thong panties. She was always ready to flash me anything I asked for, usually with her sexy little giggle that told me she was having fun. Our nights were spent together, with our lovemaking changing over time as I became stronger so that I was taking the more active role. Not that she didn't still enjoy riding on me, which she did frequently, but she also enjoyed being in front of or under me while I stroked powerfully into her. When she thought I was strong enough she took me shopping with her.