Raw Surrender at the Cabin Retreat
Shadows stretched long across the wooden porch of the family cabin, the kind of place where old grudges simmered like stew on a low flame. Dylan had come here for the annual reunion, dodging small talk with aunts and uncles, but mostly to steal moments with Mia—his step-sister, the one secret that could unravel everything. The air hung heavy with pine sap and distant lake water, a scent that always twisted his gut with memory.
Earlier that afternoon, they’d risked it all in his rented room upstairs, bodies slick and desperate. Now, robe loose around his hips, ice bucket clutched like a shield, he stepped into the dim hallway. Footsteps echoed—too close. His heart slammed as familiar voices cut through the hush.
“Dylan? That you, son?” Marcus, his stepdad, clapped a hand on his shoulder. Beside him, Aunt Clara beamed, oblivious. “Fancy seeing you here early. Thought you’d drive up with the crowd tomorrow.”
Dylan’s mind raced. Cum still cooled on his skin beneath the thin fabric, Mia’s taste lingering on his tongue. “Yeah, uh, beat the traffic,” he muttered, shifting the bucket lower. The chill seeped through, grounding him. Down the hall, a door creaked. His pulse spiked—Mia, bold as ever.
She emerged, towel barely knotted, water droplets tracing paths over her curves. But then she dropped it. Naked, unashamed, she struck a pose, hips swaying, full breasts heaving with mock stretches. 🔥 Her laugh tinkled like wind chimes, but her eyes locked on his, promising chaos.
Marcus frowned. “What’s that noise? Sounded like… Mia? You seen her around?”
Dylan swallowed hard. “Nah, not since lunch.” His cock twitched traitorously, the raw memory of her mouth flooding back. He edged past them, robe gaping just enough to flash danger. Door clicked shut behind him, sealing the madness inside.
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Chapter 1: Whispers in the Pine Shadows
The Close Call Ignites
Mia lounged on the creaky bed, legs splayed, fresh from her shower. Steam curled from her skin, mixing with the musky aftermath of their fuck. She grinned, wiping a stray droplet from her thigh. “Daddy almost caught you with your dick in the wind, huh? Priceless.”
Dylan slammed the bucket down, robe discarded in a heap. His erection strained, half-hard from the thrill. “You’re insane. What if they’d turned? Seen you flashing everything like a goddamn exhibitionist?” But his voice cracked with hunger, not anger.
She crawled forward, knees sinking into the quilt. Fingers trailed his chest, nails scraping lightly. The room smelled of cedar and sex—raw, unfiltered need. “Admit it. The risk makes it better. Your cock jumped like it remembered.”
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. Lips crashed, tongues battling, her breath hot and minty from toothpaste. She tasted like rebellion. His hand slid down, cupping her ass, squeezing the firm globes. “You’re soaked already,” he growled, fingers dipping into her slick folds.
Mia moaned into his mouth, hips grinding. 💋 “Flashback to earlier. You pounding me raw, no rubber, just skin on skin. Felt every pulse.”
Flash of the First Clash
Hours before, they’d collided in the cabin’s loft. She’d snuck up while family barbecued below, smoke wafting up with laughter. No words—just her shoving him against the rafter, yanking his jeans down. His length sprang free, thick and veined, slapping her belly.
“Fuck me here,” she’d whispered, hiking her sundress. No panties. Her heat enveloped him instantly, tight and dripping. He thrust up, burying deep, wood groaning under their rhythm. Sweat beaded on his back, her nails raking red trails. Below, voices called names—not theirs. The danger fueled him, hips snapping harder.
She’d clenched around him, milking, her walls fluttering. “Deeper, Dylan. Raw and deep.” Orgasm hit her first—silent scream, body shuddering. He followed, flooding her with heat, pulling out to paint her thighs white ropes.
Back in the present, Dylan’s fingers plunged now, curling inside her. She bucked, clit throbbing under his thumb. “Like that? My cum still leaking out?”
“More,” she gasped. But he pulled away, teasing. Ice clinked as he fished a cube, trailing it over her nipple. She arched, hiss escaping. Cold melted to rivulets down her cleavage, pooling at her navel.
Chapter 2: Ice and Forbidden Flames
Melting Boundaries
Dylan pressed the cube lower, over her mound, then between her lips. Mia writhed, thighs quivering. “Fuck, cold… hot… don’t stop.” Water mixed with her arousal, dripping onto the sheets. He leaned in, tongue lapping the mix—tart, salty, her essence pure addiction.
His cock ached, nudged her knee. She reached, stroking slow, fist gliding over slick skin from leftover lube in the drawer. “This monster. Bet it misses my ass already.” Their first time anal had been clumsy, years back in the old garage, grease and sweat everywhere. But now? She craved it refined, raw.
He flipped her onto stomach, ass up. Cheeks parted, pink hole winked. Lube squirted cold, generous. Fingers circled, dipping in knuckle-deep. She pushed back, moaning low. The cabin creaked—wind? Or footsteps? Paranoia spiked pleasure.
“Relax,” he murmured, thumb joining fingers. Stretch came slow, her ring yielding. He worked two, scissoring, her hole greedy. Smell of lube and her musk filled the air, heady.
Waves of Building Heat
Mia fisted sheets, face buried. “Feels so full. Your fingers… twisting just right.” He added a third, stretching wider. Her pussy clenched empty air, juices trailing down. Dylan freed his hand, slapped her cheek—sharp sting blooming red.
“Beg for it.” Voice rough, commanding.
“Please, Dylan. Fuck my ass. Raw and deep, like you own it.” Words ignited him. Cockhead pressed, popped past resistance. Inch by inch, he sank, her vise grip milking. She cried out, muffled by pillow—pain melting to bliss.
Fully seated, balls to her pussy, he paused. Sweat dripped from brow onto her back. “So tight. Burning me.” Pull back slow, plunge harder. Rhythm built, skin slapping wet. Her hand snaked under, rubbing clit furiously.
Orgasm crashed her—body convulsing, ass spasming around him. “Cumming! Don’t stop!” He pounded through, chasing. Balls tightened, eruption building. Pulled out last second, ropes splattering her back, hot and thick.
They collapsed, panting. His hand stroked her hair, tender now. “You’re everything,” he whispered. Guilt flickered—Mia, family by marriage, but soul-deep his. What if Marcus knew?
Chapter 3: Echoes of Family Fires
Nightfall Confessions
Dusk painted the cabin crimson through cracked blinds. Mia showered off the evidence, water hissing like secrets. Dylan paced, robe retied, mixing drinks—whiskey neat, ice cracking sharp. Burn down his throat mirrored the raw ache in his chest.
She emerged, towel-turbaned, slipping into a silk slip that clung damp. “Round three before dinner? Family’s grilling venison downstairs—smells like sin.” Her hand grazed his crotch, teasing the semi.
He pulled her onto lap, facing away. Slip hiked, she ground back. “Tell me why. Why us? Step-sis taboo bullshit.” Lips on neck, sucking bruise.
“Because it’s wrong. Makes it electric.” She rotated, straddling, guiding him inside her pussy this time. Slow sink, eyes locked. “Feel that? Raw connection. No one else fills me like you.”
Ride started languid, her tits bouncing under silk. He sucked nipple through fabric, wet spot growing. Hands gripped ass, lifting-dropping. Moans harmonized with crickets outside.
Shadows Creep Closer
Door rattled—knock. “Dylan? Mia? Drinks in ten!” Aunt Clara’s voice pierced. They froze, him balls-deep. Mia stifled giggle, clenching deliberately. He bit lip bloody to silence groan.
“Coming!” he barked, voice strained. She squeezed harder—punishment. Climax hit simultaneous, her flooding him, him pumping seed deep. Dripped out as she dismounted, legs shaky.
“Clean me quick,” she purred. Tongue delved, lapping their mix from her thighs. Salty-sweet heaven. She shivered, aftershocks rippling.
Downstairs loomed family—Marcus grilling, stories flying. They joined late, flushed, stealing glances. Under table, her foot traced his calf. Raw tension simmered, promising more.
Chapter 4: Midnight Lake Lure
Escaping to the Water’s Edge
Reunion dragged—laughter too loud, plates clinking. Dylan slipped out first, toward the lake. Moon silvered ripples, frogs croaking chorus. Mia followed, blanket bundled, bottle pilfered. “Couldn’t stand another ‘how’s work’ interrogation.”
They spread fabric on pebbled shore, clothes shedding. Nude silhouettes against water, she dove in—splash cool and inviting. He followed, stroking to her. Underwater tangle, legs wrapping, cocksucking tease—bubbles rising.
Surfaced gasping, she clung. “Fuck me here. Water lapping, stars watching.” He boosted her against driftwood log, rough bark biting back. Cock slid home, pussy welcoming post-swim chill.
Thrusts churned water, splashes masking slaps. Her nails dug shoulders, drawing blood—copper tang mixing lake mud. “Harder. Raw animal fuck.” He obliged, hips bruising.
Tidal Peaks
She came howling—echoes off trees. He spun her, bent over log. Ass presented, lake-kissed. Fingers prepped hasty, then buried in ass. Tight, cold from water warming fast.
“Yes! Stretch me.” Lube absent, saliva-spit worked. Cock invaded, primal. Pain-pleasure blur, her pushing back fierce. Stars spun as he railed, balls slapping wet.
Explosion inside—raw creampie, overflowing down thighs into lake. They sank to blanket, entangled, breath syncing. Her head on chest, heart thuds shared. “Love this. Us against world.”
But twigs snapped nearby. Footsteps? They dressed hasty, hearts pounding anew.
Chapter 5: Dawn’s Raw Reckoning
Cabin Confrontations
Sun pierced pines as they snuck back, grass dewy underfoot. Kitchen bustled—coffee brewing bitter, bacon sizzling grease. Marcus eyed them sharp. “Late night stroll? You two always thick as thieves.”
Mia smirked, pouring juice sticky-sweet. “Just catching up. Family bonds, right?” Foot under table nudged Dylan’s crotch—bold. He choked on toast.
Later, loft again. Door barred, they stripped frantic. “One more before checkout,” she breathed. On knees, mouth devoured—gagging deep, saliva strings. Throat bulged, eyes watering.
He face-fucked steady, hands fisting curls. “Take it all, slut-sis.” Climax built raw, explosive—swallow reflex challenged, overflow chin-dripping.
Final Surrender
She bent over railing, overlooking yard. Pussy then ass—switch seamless, lubed by spit and cum. Double penetration tease with fingers. “Both holes. Own me.”
Pounding echoed slaps, her screams muffled by fist. Orgasms chained—hers squirting floorboards slick, his painting insides white.
Collapsed, afterglow heavy. “We’ll do this again. City visits. Raw forever.” Lips met soft, promise sealed. Car doors slammed below—departures. Their secret endured, pulsing like hidden veins.
Chapter 6: Lingering Embers
Last Glances and Promises
Packing hasty, sheets stripped cum-stained. Mia’s bag zipped, hand lingering on his. “Drive safe. Text when alone—pics.” Wink wicked.
Hallway pass Marcus. “Take care of each other,” he said gruff. Irony thick. Dylan nodded, throat tight.
Outside, engines roared. Gravel crunched under tires. In rearview, Mia blew kiss. Distance grew, but fire banked hot. Raw hunger waited next reunion—or sooner.
City lights later, phone buzzed. Nude selfie: ass plugged, caption “Missing you raw.” He grinned, hand straying south. Cycle eternal.
Fading Heat, Eternal Spark
Weeks blurred—work drudgery, family texts oblivious. Nights, memories replayed: her scent on pillow ghosts, taste haunting tongue. Jerked raw to visions, cum arcing sheets.
Thanksgiving loomed. Cabin echoes called. “Coming home,” she texted. Heart raced. Another round of forbidden bliss awaited, deeper, dirtier.
The pull unbreakable. Step-siblings bound by more than blood—lust raw, unyielding. End? Never. Just pauses between infernos.
