Cabin at the Lake - Sex Stories

Cabin at the Lake

... urged Julie to shift her weight to a more comfortable spot on his lap. "Turns out our parents could, now you, Julie. I don't know why it took a whack on the head for Donna to join the club." He paused again and looked at me. "Have you always been able to read people?" I shake my head. "At least not that I was aware of," I add. "I mean most care providers have a degree of empathy, or they should. Sometimes it gets worn away in the grind but they have it. But I never experienced anything like this. In fact, I still don't quite believe it. It makes no scientific sense and underneath it all, I consider myself a scientist." Gary nods. "So, no I don't know what you and Julie were sharing but I can guess." He gives me a steady look. "I'm in awe of how lucky you are. I appreciate your understanding and willingness to include me. I won't pretend there isn't part of me that's not jealous, that part of each of us that's always wailing 'why not me'. Don't sweat it doc, I have no misconceptions in regards to the situation." People lie to their doctor all the time. I have a very good bullshit detector. Even without any ESP voodoo shit I think he's letting the truth. Or, more accurately, he's telling me what he thinks is the truth. Julie turns and kisses the side of his neck, accepting his answer. We all jump when, from the end of the couch, Terry lets loose with a tremendously loud yawn. "I'm too tired to join ya'll in a chorus of Kumbaya. Where the fuck we sleeping? Gary has a giant ...

... assed California king but I don't know if all five of us will fit. Besides, listening to Donna fart in her sleep is likely to be detrimental to our new found mutual admiration and fuck society." Julie giggles as Donna turns to smack her brother in the chest. "Be quiet," she snaps, though her chuckle gives lie to her supposed irritation. "Or you'll sleep by yourself out here on the couch." As is often the case, Terry's yawn is contagious. One by one, we all find ourselves shuddering as we yawn. "All I'm interested in is sleep. Sorry boys," Julie says as she gives Gary a quick kiss and rises from his lap. She holds her hand out to me and helps me off the couch. My knee pops again. "Football, doc?" Terry asks, pushing himself off the couch. "Figure skating," I reply, straight-faced. Once more the sibs stare at me while Julie laughs. "It was hockey," she giggles as she climbs off the couch. "How the hell you imagine he could hide that dick in a pair of tights?" "Good point," Terry concedes, kissing first Donna and Julie on the cheek and then heading toward the hallway. He pats me on the shoulder as he passes. "Night doc," he offers. "Yeah, night doc," his brother adds, with another pat on my shoulder. He kisses Donna's cheek and gives Julie a quick hug, but no kiss, and follows his brother. Donna takes each of us by the hand. "Let me show you to your room. You two haven't had a second to yourselves since you got here." We follow her down the hall. The door to the boys' room is open. ...