Cabin Heat: Niece’s Forbidden Lakeside Romp
Under the shadow of towering pines, the old lakeside cabin hummed with the lazy buzz of summer crickets. Mia, a sleek 20-year-old art student with sun-kissed brunette waves cascading down her toned back, gripped the steering wheel of her beat-up Jeep as she pulled up the gravel drive. Her heart raced—not from the winding road, but from the electric pull of what awaited inside. Aunt Elena and Uncle Victor had invited her for a “relaxing getaway,” but Mia knew better. Their bond had twisted into something raw and insatiable since she’d stumbled upon Elena’s hidden drawer of vibrating secrets last summer. Now, every visit pulsed with unspoken promises of skin on skin, breaths mingling in the dark.
The cabin door swung open before she could knock. Elena emerged, her fiery red curls wild in the breeze, her voluptuous curves hugged by a thin sundress that left little to the imagination. At 42, she moved like a predator in heat, hips swaying with deliberate tease. “Mia, darling,” she purred, pulling her niece into a hug that pressed their bodies too close, too long. The scent of jasmine lotion mixed with the faint musk of arousal wafted from her skin. Victor loomed behind, his broad-shouldered architect’s frame filling the doorway, a smirk playing on his stubbled jaw. His eyes, dark and hungry, raked over Mia’s athletic legs peeking from cutoff shorts.
“Missed you, kiddo,” Victor rumbled, his voice gravelly from years of commanding construction sites. He clapped a hand on her shoulder, fingers lingering, tracing the strap of her tank top. Mia shivered, tasting the salty tang of anticipation on her lips. Inside, the air was thick with pine resin and the sizzle of burgers on the grill. They settled on the creaky porch, beers cracking open as the sun dipped toward the glassy lake.
Chapter 1: Whispers by the Water
Mia’s mind wandered back to that first forbidden night, months ago, when curiosity had led her to Elena’s bedside table. The buzz of those toys still echoed in her dreams, but reality had surpassed fantasy. Now, as they lounged by the water’s edge, skipping stones into the rippling blue, Elena’s foot brushed Mia’s calf under the picnic blanket. A subtle graze, but it ignited a fire low in Mia’s belly.
“You’ve grown even more… captivating,” Elena murmured, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in, breath hot against Mia’s ear, carrying the sweet bite of wine. Victor watched from his Adirondack chair, his thick thighs spread wide, a bulge already straining his jeans. He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through the humid air like distant thunder.
They’d barely unpacked when Mia suggested a swim. The lake was cool and inviting, lapping at her skin as she stripped to her bikini—black strings barely containing her perky B-cups and firm ass. Elena joined her, shedding her dress to reveal lace that clung to her full DDs like a second skin. Victor stayed on shore, sipping his drink, but his gaze burned holes through the water.
Submerged to their waists, Elena’s hands found Mia’s waist, pulling her close. “Tell me, niece,” she whispered, lips brushing Mia’s neck, tasting the chlorine and sweat. “What filthy thoughts have you been nursing on the drive up?” Mia’s pulse thrummed, her nipples hardening against the rough fabric. She pressed back, grinding subtly. “You. Him. Us… tangled up in ways that would make the neighbors blush.”
Victor’s voice cut through the splash. “Neighbors, huh? Speaking of…” He nodded toward the treeline, where a sleek SUV crunched up the drive. Mia’s stomach flipped. Carla and Derek, the couple from the next lot over—real estate queen and sharp-suited lawyer in their late 30s. She’d glimpsed them at last year’s barbecue, Carla’s slim blonde frame and Derek’s chiseled abs leaving an impression. But Elena’s sly smile said this was no accident.
Carla stepped out first, her lithe body poured into yoga pants and a crop top that showcased her C-cups and flat stomach. Derek followed, his button-down straining over pecs honed from gym sessions, khakis doing nothing to hide his confident stride. “Heard you were in town,” Carla called, her voice honeyed with flirtation. “Thought we’d crash the party.” The air thickened with unspoken invitations, the scent of grilled meat mingling with the earthy lake mud.
Evening Sparks Ignite
Dinner unfolded on the porch under string lights, laughter flowing freer than the cheap red wine. Mia sat between Carla and Elena, the wooden bench warm from the sun. Derek regaled them with courtroom tales, his deep baritone rumbling like Victor’s, while Carla’s foot nudged Mia’s under the table—accidental? No, the wicked glint in her blue eyes said otherwise.
“So, Mia,” Carla leaned in, her perfume a spicy vanilla that made Mia’s head swim. “Art school treating you right? Or are you too busy breaking hearts?” Her fingers grazed Mia’s arm, light as a feather, but sending jolts straight to her core. Mia bit her lip, tasting the tang of barbecue sauce. “Hearts? Nah, I’m more into… exploring bodies of work.” Elena snorted wine, Victor’s laugh booming.
As plates cleared, the group migrated to the cabin’s back deck, where a steaming hot tub bubbled invitingly. The jets hummed like a promise, steam rising in lazy curls. Mia’s skin prickled with heat before she even touched the water. “Who’s first?” Victor asked, stripping his shirt to reveal a chest dusted with dark hair, muscles rippling under tanned skin.
They eased in, suits optional but quickly discarded. Mia’s bikini top floated away first, her small breasts bobbing free, nipples pebbled in the warm froth. Carla followed, her blonde bob dampening as she arched back, exposing pert tits that begged for attention. Derek and Victor shed trunks, their cocks semi-hard and heavy, swinging like pendulums. Elena’s dress hit the deck, her red bush trimmed neat above swollen lips.
The conversation turned naughty fast. “Ever played truth or dare in one of these?” Derek grinned, his hand disappearing under the bubbles toward Carla’s thigh. Mia’s heart pounded, the water’s silkiness caressing her like a lover’s tongue.
Chapter 2: Secrets Surface
Night fell heavy, stars pricking the velvet sky as the hot tub’s glow cast flickering shadows on bare skin. Mia floated between worlds, her body alive with the press of limbs and the chlorine tang sharp in her nostrils. Elena’s hand found her knee underwater, sliding up with purpose, fingers dancing over the sensitive inner thigh. “Remember our little game last time?” Elena breathed, her voice a sultry rasp that cut through the jets’ roar.
Mia nodded, cheeks flushing hotter than the water. Last visit, it’d been just the three of them—fingers and tongues exploring until dawn. But now, with Carla’s curious gaze and Derek’s thickening shaft brushing her calf, the stakes skyrocketed. “Truth,” Mia blurted when the dare circled back. Carla’s eyes locked on hers. “What’s the wildest thing you’ve done here?”
The words tumbled out, crude and unfiltered. “Watched my aunt ride my uncle’s fat cock while I fingered myself raw.” Gasps rippled, but no shock—only hunger. Victor groaned, his hand pumping lazily under the foam. “Fuck, Mia, you little minx.” Carla licked her lips, leaning close enough for Mia to smell her minty breath. “Show us.”
It started slow, a tease. Elena straddled Victor’s lap, her heavy breasts swaying as she ground down, the water sloshing. Mia watched, transfixed, her own hand dipping between her legs, circling her throbbing clit. The slick heat built, tastes of salt and steam on her tongue as she bit back moans. Derek pulled Carla onto him, her slim ass cheeks spreading as she impaled herself, a wet smack echoing.
But Mia craved more. She swam to Carla, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss 💋. Tongues tangled, tasting wine and desire, while hands roamed—Carla’s nails raking Mia’s back, drawing faint red lines that stung sweetly. “God, you’re tight,” Derek muttered, thrusting up into Carla, his balls slapping rhythmically. The sounds—slurps, gasps, the tub’s churn—filled the night like a symphony of filth.
Private Tastes
Slipping from the tub, Mia led Carla to the shadowed edge of the deck, the rough wood biting into her knees as she knelt. “Let me taste you,” Mia whispered, voice husky. Carla spread her legs, shaved mound glistening in the moonlight. Mia dove in, tongue lapping at the salty folds, inhaling the musky arousal that made her dizzy. Carla’s hips bucked, fingers twisting in Mia’s hair. “Yes, fuck, eat my pussy like that.”
Behind them, Elena and Victor paired with Derek, a tangle of limbs. Victor’s massive 9-inch rod—veiny and thick—plunged into Elena’s dripping cunt, her cries sharp as he pounded. Derek took Elena’s mouth, her lips stretching around his girthy 7 inches, gagging wetly. The air reeked of sex, sweat mingling with lake mist.
Mia surfaced for air, Carla’s juices smeared on her chin. “Your turn,” Carla growled, flipping Mia onto her back. The deck’s grain scraped her skin as Carla’s tongue delved deep, flicking her clit with expert flicks. Mia arched, toes curling, the orgasm crashing like waves on the shore—hot, relentless, leaving her trembling.
Chapter 3: Tangled Desires
Dawn crept in with a pink haze, but sleep was a distant memory. The group migrated inside, bodies slick and spent, collapsing onto the cabin’s king-sized bed piled with rumpled sheets that smelled of faded lavender and fresh cum. Mia woke sandwiched between Carla and Elena, their curves pressing soft and warm. Victor and Derek snored lightly at the foot, cocks soft but promising.
“Morning wood calls,” Elena teased, her hand snaking down to grip Victor’s hardening length. It throbbed in her palm, pre-cum beading at the slit like dew. Mia watched, mesmerized, as Elena stroked slow and firm, the skin sliding like velvet over steel. Carla stirred, her slim fingers joining, wrapping around Derek’s shaft—shorter but thicker, a brutal girth that made Mia’s mouth water.
They formed a circle of sin, mouths and hands exploring. Mia sucked Victor’s cockhead, the salty tang exploding on her tongue as she hollowed her cheeks. He groaned, hips bucking, the bed creaking under his weight. “Suck it deeper, baby girl,” he commanded, voice rough with sleep. She did, gagging as 6 inches hit her throat, tears pricking her eyes from the stretch.
Across the bed, Carla rode Derek reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks rippling with each bounce, the wet squelch of her pussy devouring him filling the room. Elena straddled his face, grinding her soaked slit over his mouth, his tongue slurping greedily. “Taste how wet you make me,” she moaned, pinching her own nipples until they reddened.
Group Rhythm
Mia pulled off Victor with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his pulsing tip. “I want you both in me,” she panted, eyes flicking to Derek and Victor. The men exchanged grins, cocks twitching. They positioned her on all fours, Victor at her mouth, Derek behind. His thick head nudged her entrance, slick with her arousal, then thrust in—stretching her walls to the brink, a burn that morphed to bliss.
“Fuck, so tight,” Derek grunted, hands gripping her hips, bruising the flesh. Victor fed her his length, the dual invasion overwhelming—full mouth, fuller pussy. The tastes mingled: Victor’s musk, her own juices on Derek’s skin when he pulled back. Elena and Carla watched, fingers buried in each other’s cunts, moans harmonizing.
They switched, Victor’s longer cock hitting depths that made stars burst behind Mia’s eyes. “Pound me, Uncle,” she gasped around Derek’s girth in her mouth, the words muffled but clear. Slaps of flesh echoed, sweat dripping salty onto her back. Carla crawled under, tongue lapping where Derek thrust, tasting their union—bitter, sweet, intoxicating.
Orgasms rippled like aftershocks. Derek came first, flooding Mia’s throat with hot spurts she swallowed hungrily, the excess dribbling down her chin. Victor followed, pulling out to paint her ass cheeks white, ropes thick and warm. The women converged, licking her clean, tongues dueling over cum-smeared skin. 🔥
Chapter 4: Midnight Frenzy
The clock struck midnight, but time blurred in the haze of lust. Back in the hot tub under a canopy of stars, bubbles massaged aching muscles. Mia straddled Elena’s lap, their breasts mashing, nipples scraping like sparks. “You started this fire,” Mia whispered, grinding her clit against Elena’s thigh, the friction building slick heat.
Victor’s arms encircled them both, his cock nestling between ass cheeks. “My girls,” he murmured, nipping Elena’s earlobe, then Mia’s shoulder—the bite sharp, metallic taste of blood faint on her tongue. Carla and Derek joined, a floating orgy. Derek lifted Carla onto the edge, spreading her wide, his tongue delving into her puckered asshole while fingers pumped her pussy.
“Ass too?” Mia echoed, curiosity laced with heat. She’d never gone there, but the sight—Carla’s whimpers, the earthy scent—stirred her. Elena noticed, guiding Mia’s hand to Victor’s sac. “Feel how full he is. Imagine it stretching you open.” Mia kneaded, the heavy balls warm and velvety, pre-cum leaking onto her palm.
Boundaries Shattered
Derek lubed his cock with spit, easing into Carla’s ass slow, her cries a mix of pain and ecstasy. “Deeper, fuck my shithole,” she begged, voice breaking. The sight pushed Mia over— she begged Victor for the same. He obliged, oil from a nearby bottle slicking the way. The pressure built, burning as his head breached her ring, then pure fire as he sank in.
“Holy shit, so tight back here,” Victor growled, inching forward, her sphincter clenching like a vice. Pain twisted to pleasure, waves crashing as he bottomed out, balls slapping her pussy. Derek mirrored, the two men syncing thrusts, Mia and Carla facing each other, kissing sloppily 💋, tongues swapping saliva and moans.
Elena fingered herself watching, then joined, strap-on from her bag plunging into Mia’s cunt—double penetration that split her open, senses exploding: stretch, fullness, the slap of skin, the chlorine sting in her eyes, the briny taste of Carla’s neck. Orgasms tore through, Mia squirting onto the tub floor, a gush that mixed with bubbles.
They rotated, Elena taking Victor anally while Carla fisted Mia’s pussy—knuckles deep, twisting, the obscene squish loud. Derek face-fucked Elena, cum erupting down her throat in gulps she savored. The night devolved into a blur of positions: daisy chains of tongues, cocks in every hole, cum swapped in deep, cum-drenched kisses.
Chapter 5: Dawn’s Raw Reckoning
Sunrise painted the lake gold, filtering through cabin windows onto sprawled bodies. Mia lay atop Victor, his cock still semi-buried in her ass, a dull ache throbbing pleasantly. Elena curled against her side, fingers idly tracing welts from last night’s grips. Carla and Derek stirred, his hand cupping her mound possessively.
“One more round?” Carla purred, voice raspy from screams. They didn’t need convincing. Breakfast forgotten, they formed a chain: Mia eating Carla’s cum-filled pussy—Victor’s load from hours ago leaking tangy and thick—while Carla tongued Elena, Elena sucking Derek, Derek buried in Victor’s mouth for a bi twist that surprised but aroused. The tastes layered: pussy juice, ass residue, salty semen.
“Suck his cock like you mean it,” Mia urged Elena, her own hips humping air. The room filled with slurps and grunts, the wooden floor sticky under knees. Victor flipped Mia onto her back, pounding her missionary, his weight crushing deliciously, sweat-slick chests sliding.
Climactic Union
All converged on Mia, the center. Victor in her pussy, Derek in her ass—DP that made her vision white out, the dual cocks rubbing through thin walls, friction insane. Elena and Carla straddled her face alternately, grinding to orgasms that flooded her mouth with squirt and cream. “Drink it, slut,” Carla demanded, her thighs quivering.
Cocks pulsed, filling both holes—hot jets painting her insides, overflowing in creamy rivers down her crack. Mia came endlessly, body convulsing, nails digging into flesh. They collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, skin cooling in the morning air scented with pine and spent passion.
As the sun climbed, they lounged naked on the porch, coffee steaming. No regrets, only sated smiles. Mia’s body hummed, marked and claimed, the weekend etching deeper into her soul. The lake whispered secrets, but theirs burned brighter.
Chapter 6: Lingering Flames
Afternoon brought lazy recovery, but the fire smoldered. Mia and Carla snuck to the dock, toes dangling in cool water. “You’re addictive,” Carla confessed, pulling Mia into a slow kiss, hands roaming to pinch nipples. They 69’d on the planks, sun warming backs, lake lapping below. Mia’s tongue probed Carla’s folds, savoring the fresh dew of arousal, while Carla’s fingers teased her asshole, dipping in knuckle-deep.
“More,” Mia moaned, the wood rough against her elbows. Carla obliged, adding a second finger, scissoring gently. Orgasms crested soft this time, waves rather than tsunamis, leaving them giggling and spent.
Back at the cabin, the group planned a hike, but detoured into a clearing. Victor bent Elena over a log, fucking her doggy-style, bark scraping her tits. Derek took Mia against a tree, her legs wrapped around, bark biting her back as he hammered deep. The forest echoed with cries—birds scattering, leaves rustling under thrusting hips.
Final Surrender
Evening closed the circle. Around a bonfire, they shared stories, but hands wandered. Mia rode Victor reverse, ass bouncing, while sucking Derek. Elena and Carla tribbed nearby, clits grinding in wet slaps, moans blending with crackling flames. Cum flew one last time—on faces, tits, the ground—marked like territory.
As embers died, they retreated inside, bodies entwined in sleep. Mia dreamed of endless nights like this, the cabin’s walls holding their secrets tight. The bond, forged in flesh, unbreakable. 🔥
