EroticReverie

LEXI

I talked my parents into letting me skip the first day of our family vacation. I needed to be there for my best friends birthday party last night, so they agreed to let me drive up to the winter cabin myself the next morning. 

It was a three hour drive, and lucky for me I woke up early enough to beat the storm that was about to hit the whole state. While everyone in my family was middle class, my Aunt Rey and Uncle Mason had a ton of money. Mainly because Mason’s family was rich, how rich he would never tell anyone. However, it was rich enough to afford our giant family two luxurious Adirondack cabins for one week during the winter. 

I drive down a long winding road between tall snow dusted trees, and smile as I see the massive cabin that the teens and younger kids would be staying in. I had tried to convince my parents that I was an adult being that I was 18 now. No such luck. Even my older cousins were forced to stay in the “kid” cabin. If you didn’t have a child, you were a “kid”. 

I bit my lip peeking at the even larger cabin behind it, it boasted above the tree tops of the smaller sized pines that separated the two cabins. Only a few rows of trees and some space separated the larger cabin from the “smaller” cabin at the forefront of the property. It has a paved path from one cabin to the other, and they were also connected by an indoor bridge. Yeah. Fucking rich. 

I parked behind my cousin Trevor’s car, and  I knew it was his because I saw him post it on Facebook for his 18th birthday this past summer. My Uncle Mason bought him a fucking G Wagon for his birthday. I thought the thing was hideous, even more so with my cousin posing next to it like he was about to release a rap album, with his his shirt off , crouched down and giving peace signs. The thought of it always makes me cackle to myself. I reach for my purse and then before I shut off the car my phone starts to ring. Connecting to the blue tooth. 

“Hey babe” I answer as I pick up seeing “Bae” light up on the dashboards caller I.D, it’s my boyfriend Caleb. 

“Hey, what’s up, where are you?” he asks. 

I laugh. “I told you last night....I was leaving early this morning for the Adirondacks with my family” I told him this multiple times, and made sure to remind him last night, when all of our friends and him were starting to get wasted for my best friends birthday party. I had a few drinks, but knew if I had too many, I’d sleep in , be even more late getting here, and spend my entire week being scolded by my mother. So, I watched all my friends get shit faced instead.

“Oh yeah” I hear his groggy I just woke up voice, and hear him groan as he’s probably stretching on the floor or couch of our friends house.

“It sucks I couldn’t come with you” he yawns. 

“You know the rules” I say reminding him that family only allows those of us out of high school to bring our boyfriends/girlfriends with us on our longer family vacations. No idea why. 

“There’s already like fifty of you, what’s one more?” he laughs and I hear him groan as he seems to be stretching, but then I hear a door open and the spark of his lighter.  I roll my eyes, knowing he’s lighting his ‘ morning blunt’. 

“Not quite 50″ I laugh. “mmm close though”

“Who’s all there again? Are the hot lesbians there?” he asks,I can hear him blow out smoke and then laugh quietly. He only says it because he knows I hate when he calls them the hot lesbians. 

“Yes” I sigh. “They’re here you dumbass” I say and we both laugh over the phones. I hear him exhale his blunt through the speakers in my car.

“It’s me....mom, dad, Killian,Kristen,    My uncle Mason and Aunt rey, their kids, Trevor, Braxton, Olive, and June, then my Aunt Gina and Uncle Patrick, their son Jagger with his girlfriend Alice, their daughter Fiona with her HOT lesbian girlfriend Izzie, “ I pause to let him laugh. 

“ Then their son Anthony, with his fiance Ashley, their daughter Evangelina and her boyfriend umm...uhhh” I pause forgetting his name because he’s a new boyfriend. 

“LOU!” I say, and hear caleb laugh through the speakers. 

“Then Uncle Brady and Aunt Linda, then their kids Maxie, Michael, and Millie” I take a dramatic breath when I’m done.

“Damn” caleb says.

“So about half of fifty” I laugh. 

“How long have you been there?” he asks, “What time did you leave this morning?” 

“Just got here, left there around 6:00, went home and changed, and got on the road by 6:30″ I say.

I hear him groan. “Fuck, I should drive up there and just sneak in tonight” he says.

I laugh. “You’re more than welcome to try”

“Hmmm” he pretends to ponder the idea, but I know he has work tonight, and tomorrow, and pretty much every day of winter vacation. 

“Send me some pics of you in that hot tub?” he says and I can hear his grin over the phone. 

I giggle and bite my lip. “If you’re lucky....I gotta go in though....my mom will have a fit if she sees me avoiding the mad house in my car” I laugh.

“alright babe, love you” he says and I hear him exhale some smoke.

“Love you too, I’ll text you later, call me when you get home from work” 

“Mmhmm I will” he says. 

“Love you” I say again.

“Love you too” he says, and we both hang up. 

I turn my keys and pull them out of the ignition and stuff them in my purse and step out of the car. 

I’m wearing festive red fleece leggings with white reindeer and snowflake patterns. The UGG boots my uncle Mason got all the girls last Christmas are on my feet as I listen to the snow crunch under them , walking towards the cabin. 

I rub my hands together and shiver in my white beanie hat with a little pom pom on top, and my white North Face fleece Jacket, wearing a long sleeved, snow white, cable knit sweater underneath. I climb the front steps to the ‘kids’ cabin and open the door. 

“I’m hereeeeeeeeeeeee” I call out and pull off my hat, but within seconds I realize this cabin is empty. Everyones crap is here , but they must all be at the main cabin. 

I take my time, and figure out where they settled my things. I give a sigh of relief when I realize I get my own room this year. I clap my hands together and lookup at the ceiling, thanking the family vacation gods for this moment of joy. 

I unzip my jacket and throw my hat and gloves on the bed. 

“Shit” I say looking down realizing I tracked water and snow across the wooden floors having forgotten to take off my boots. 

I hurry back to the front door and slip them off onto the boot mat, and laugh at the other pairs of the same exact boots sitting on the mat. 

I walk across the cabin and stop in the kitchen and open up the fridge. I’m starving and know they’ve already eaten breakfast, so I grab a yogurt, and a bottle of Fiji water, and roll my eyes as I do. 

“So fucking extra” I say uncapping the Fiji water, wondering why it’s necessary for rich people to stock their fridges with copious amounts of expensive bottled water. 

I sit at a bar stool near the kitchen island and eat the yogurt looking around the open cabin. I really do think this vacation spot is excessive, but I can’t lie that it’s my favorite place to come every year. It’s cozy, and warm, and the fireplace is always going, and it has huge plush couch to just curl up in. i hate admitting that I secretly love how rich my Uncle Mason is. 

I hear the cabin door open. 

“Hello?” I hear a deep voice echo into the cabin. 

“Uncle Mason?” I answer back recognizing his voice. I try not to think about how sexy I think it is. How his voice has always given me shivers. I look down at my arms, roll down the sleeves of my sweater, I rub my hands over them fast, warming my skin to take the goosebumps away. 

“Little Lex?” he says rounding the corner into the open area of the cabin. 

I smile from the counter and give a little wave, trying not to let my jaw drop at his dark navy suit , I peek at his feet and frown to myself, having missed his expensive Italian shoes he always wears. Something about seeing men in nice suits, always excited me. Maybe it’s the fact they look powerful, and maybe I’m more shallow than I’d like to admit, but, they always look, so...hot. 

“It’s me” I say in a cheery voice as he smiles and strides over to the counter. 

“You’re in here by yourself?” he asks, walking up to me and giving me a one arm shoulder hug, I turn and wrap my arms around his torso as I stay seated. 

I nod as he kisses the top of my head and walks over to the fridge.

“Got here late...sorry” I say.

He turns making a face, pulling an even more obnoxious bottle of water from the fridge in a glass bottle and opens it. 

“Sorry? “ he laughs” “Don’t be...I’m late too.”

“Oh” I say. “Work?” I ask.

He sighs and he rounds the counter and sits next to me on the stool.

“You know it...gotta keep a roof over our heads right?” he says talking about him, his kids and my aunt. 

I laugh and point to the ceiling. “You keep many roofs over many peoples heads”

He chuckles and loosens his tie, and my spoon freezes as I dip into my yogurt. I swallow hard. I should not have this big of a crush on my own Uncle, but I always have. It was hard for 5 year old me to grasp that she could infact NOT marry her uncle Mason. I cried for half a day when my mother told me I can’t marry her sister’s husband, and I remember him holding me in his lap shushing me as I cried.All of the adults laughing at my five year old broken heart,thinking of how adorable it was that I didn’t understand what an Uncle was. 

“You bring that boyfriend of yours?” he asks and takes another drink of his water and I watch his mouth against the bottle and if he wasn’t there I’d probably drool watching his adam’s apple jump in his throat with each swallow. 

“Nope...against the rules” I remind him.

“Ahhh...yes” he says nodding and setting down his bottle of water. “The rules” he says and for a moment I see his eyes slip down and back up the length of my body and I feel my cheeks warm at the small smile playing at his lips.

“I’ve never been one to follow the rules myself.” he says and gives me a quick wink. I laugh a little, and turn my face back to my yogurt and scrape the inside. I feel awkward and nervous, and feel myself tense as he turns on the stool facing me and places and elbow on the counter , leaning towards me the slightest bit.

“I don’t think you do either.” He says as I raise my spoon to my mouth and slip the spoon inside to finish the last of my yogurt. I turn my head as I slip the spoon out of my mouth and I see his eyes go to my mouth. I swallow and then lick my lips, not to seduce him, just to make sure there’s no yogurt on them, but I see him move slightly in his seat. He licks his own lips. 

“Cherry?” he asks, and his voice is low. 

“What?” I say lowering my spoon, my eyes flicking from his mouth to his eyes, and he’s grinning. 

“Your yogurt....cherry is my favorite too...I love cherries” he says and I gulp, thinking about the proverbial cherry I know my boyfriend has been dying to take from me. 

I swallow hard again. “Me too” 

He grins and reaches for my yogurt cup and spoon and stands and tosses the spoon into the sink and walks to the garbage can, tossing out the empty container. 

I exhale slowly and quietly as he walks away. I feel my nipples tighten in my bra, thankful for my padded bra, and bulky sweater, so he can’t see the effect his voice and words, and suit, and fuck, his everything has on me. I’ve always had a crush on uncle Mason, but during my highschool years it became a lot more serious. And over the past few family family vacations, I’ve noticed something different in the way he speaks to me, or looks at me when nobody else is around. Although sometimes in a room full of people he’ll catch my eyes and give me the same smirk, as if he knows something I don’t. 

“I think the other’s are all in the upper cabin” he says. 

I nod. “Yea...probably” I say. 

“Should we go check, or should we stay here and avoid the chaos a bit longer?” he says standing next to me on the stool.

I shrug. I can’t even move, his presence , him this close to me, in that damn suit, makes me want to throw myself on him. I bite my lip. 

“something wrong?” he asks. 

I look up and he’s giving me that grin. 

“No.” I shake my head, and I freeze as he reaches his hand up and pulls a part of my hair out of the neck of my sweater. I stop breathing.

He let’s the hair fall down my back and then his hand is safely at his side again. I  then remember to exhale and feel the goosebumps on my arms, and pull down the cuffs of my sweater. 

“Cold?” he asks. 

I shrug. “A little” 

“Well how are we going to warm up my little Lex?” he smiles, and I see the slightest raise of his eyebrow. 

“Are you two hiding from us?!” My cousin Fiona says as she walks into the cabin with her girlfriend Izzie, both of them having come from the bridged entrance. 

Mason laughs. “hide from my lovely family? Absolutely not!” he jokes and stands up straight as Fiona comes over to give him a hug. 

I wave to Izzie and she smiles and comes over to me and hugs me. Then her and Fiona switch, and I hug my cousin Fiona, and Izzie gives Mason a hug. 

“What’s everyone up to over there?” Mason asks. 

“Well you know my Mom” Fiona says. “She’s already started drinking...with her it’s four o clock somewhere bit” her and Izzie laugh, and I do too. My aunt Gina drinks like a fish.

“Hey it’s a vacation...let the woman drink!” Mason says with a laugh, pretending to reprimand us for teasing about Aunt Gina. 

Mason points a finger. “And....it looks like you two were trying to hide too...” he peers at them through squinted eyes pretending to be suspicious. 

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Maybe because I get death stares from Grandma anytime I so much as hold Izzie’s hand” 

Mason laughs. “You know she loves you though right?”

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Yes...but....she’d sooner encourage Jagger to have sex with his girlfriend Alice on the floor, than she would before she would encourage me to hold my girlfriends hand” 

Mason laughs and shrugs. “I’m sorry kid” He pulls her in for a hug. “Also please dont give me the image of my 19 year old nephew screwing his girlfriend ever again”

We all laugh and Fiona and Izzie leave to their bedroom.

Mason leans on the counter and points toward the other side of the cabin where they went.

“Think they’re taking a nap?” he asks.

I roll my eyes and look at him, and he laughs. 

“Mhmm..I’m sure that’s exactly what they’re going to do.” I say sarcastically, and my Uncle laughs.

“hold hands?” he asks.

“Yes..Holding hands and napping...that’s what they came here to do.” I say. 

He laughs. 

“Well....if you had you’re boyfriend here....that’s what you’d be doing right..”napping” ...” he says with air quotes. 

I flush in embarrassment. 

“Sorry..” he says seeming genuine. “I was teasing” 

“We’d be doing lots of things.” I say. 

His eyes perk open. “Oh yeah?” he says.

I feel the goosebumps on my arms. 

“Not....THAT” I say. 

He gives me a grin. “Why not? All your cousins will be doing it” he laughs. 

“Don’t act like we don’t know what they’re doing” he chuckles. I watch him unbutton the front of his suit and sit back on the stool. I bite my lip and the crisp white dress shirt underneath, tucked into his pants, I glance for the quickest second at his crotch, tearing my eyes away when I see the outline of his limp cock. 

Jesus Christ. I think to myself wondering why I’m such a pervert. Then I look at him.

“I  know you guys  know....but...I just...wouldn’t...” I say. 

““Yea, yea....”he says teasing and looking away

“I’m a virgin” I say. And I’m not sure why I offered that information, I could let him go on teasing, and deny deny deny. For some reason it just slipped out. Maybe I had wanted him to know? 

His head turns back and he’s looking at me. 

“Really?” he asks , sounding surprised. 

I shrug. “It’s not a big deal” 

He shakes his nead. “No, of course it’s not....I just didn’t think you’d be...” he stops himself. 

“Be a virgin?” I finish for him.  He nods.

“Why not?” I ask. “Do I come across as a slut to you?” I cross my arms, only half serious with my question, half joking. 

“No...fuck no...Jesus...” he says and loosens his tie a bit more. “I just....” he says with a little laugh. “Nevermind.”

“No.” I say and I stand now too and put my hands on my hips and I’m looking up at him, and he’s got about almost a full foot on me in height.  

“Tell me what you were going to say.” I demand , with as stern a face as I can manage. 

“It’s not appropriate” he says and looks down at me. 

I shrug. “Neither is talking to your niece about fucking her boyfriend....but you’re the one that brought it up” I remind him with a smirk and then cross my arms. I see his eyebrows raise as a I curse. I wonder if he likes the way the word  “fuck” sounds coming from my mouth. I’m brave now, trying to fool myself into thinking he doesn’t make me nervous, or doesn’t give me chills when his eyes look at me. 

He laughs and he steps forward closing a little more of the gap between us. 

“All I meant was...you’re a beautiful girl...and girls as beautiful as you...don’t usually...” he clears his throat. “Well...they don’t usually stay virgins for long...” he finishes. 

I feel my nipples tighten again, but dont let my face or stance give away the effect it’s having on me, that my Uncle Mason has invested this much thought into my sex life. 

“Well.....I am” I say. 

He puts his hands up. “Oh, I believe you..I don’t think you’d lie...it just surprises me” 

“any other personal tid bits you’d like to know about me Uncle Mason?” I taunt him , trying to make him feel a little guilty, make him feel like a pervert for bringing it up. I tap my foot on the floor. 

“Hmmmm?” I hum as I cock my head. 

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MASON

I laugh at her, her arms crossed, tapping her foot which barely makes any noise with the fuzzy white socks she’ wearing. She’s fucking adorable. Always has been. But now....now that she’s older....she’s fucking sexy. All my nieces are good looking girls, our entire family has been blessed in the looks department, but my god if Lexi doesn’t make my cock jump everytime I look at her. 

When she asks me if there’s any other tid bits I want to know about her, I could thing of a million things to ask. Do you masturbate? Does your boyfriend at least finger you? Have you ever had those glossy pink lips around a cock before? What do you taste like? What do you look like naked? What do you look like bent over, or with your legs spread? 

“No” I answer with a grin and watch her stick her chin up. 

“Good” she says and turns and grabs her water. 

I love her fake brat behavior , and I watch her turn, cursing her sweater for being so long and hiding her cute little ass in those leggings. My cock jumps in my pants at the thought of lifting the back of her sweater just to get a peek. 

I watch her head turn as we hear slight noises from the other side of the cabin, a  faint cry, or moan. I see her face turn pink , and I laugh. 

“Sounds like they’re having a great nap” I say in a whisper.

Lexi turns and hits my arm and puts a finger to her lips, and then grabs my wrist.

“Shhh....let’s go” she says and pulls my wrist as she walks and I follow. I imagine for a moment she’s pulling me to her own bedroom, to let me peel those pesky clothes from her body. I can’t wait for the next warm weather vacation to see her in a little bikini again, maybe I’ll have to change winter break plans to someplace tropical.  But I know she’s not taking me to her bedroom, and I follow her across the bridge to the other cabin.

A chorus of greetings welcomes us when we walk into the open area. My kids don’t bother to get up and greet me, only my wife and the other adults. I watch Lexi as her mother hugs her and smooths out her hair, the winter air giving her fly aways, that I find adorable, but her mother deems unacceptable. 

I give my wife a kiss and a hug, and then kiss all the women on their cheeks with hugs, and hug the other men in the family. I watch as Lexi walks over to the couch and nudges herself in between my two oldest kids, my son Trevor whois  18, the same age as Lexi, and Braxton who is just a year younger.  She laughs as they groan and lift the controllers in their hands, focused on their video games theyre playing on one of the big screens. 

“Oh by the way, I accidentally hit your G Wagon” Lexi says.

I smirk to myself listening to Lexi tease Trevor about his birthday present. 

Trevor pauses and looks at her. “You did not” he scoffs and turns back to the tv, his thumbs pushing buttons on the controller. 

“Well, not like...hit....just like accidentally bumped....” Lexi says , and I watch her try to hide a smile as my son turns again.

“What?” he growls. “You better be joking.”

“It’s icy in the driveway!” Lexi whines. “It’s just a little scratch!” 

“Lexi!” he yells. “Are you ser....” he pauses his game and throws down his controller and curses and he walks quickly out the cabin, outside and I see him run down the path. I look over to Lexi who is holding her stomach cracking up, leaning back into the couch. My other son Braxton looks to her laughing and she sits up and grabs the controller and unpauses the game. 

“My turn” she chimes with a giggle. 

I laugh to myself and turn to speak with my wife, and Jeff, and Jenny, Lexi’s parent’s. They ask me a few questions about work and then we start to talk about the plans for the rest of the day.

“You’re lucky!” I hear Trevor yell as he walks into the door and slams the cabin’s front door shut.

The adults all chuckle and Trevor stalks over to the couch and goes to grab the controller from Lexi, who holds it tight with both hands and curls up into a ball holding it to her chest.  Soon my son is a position that makes me jealous as he’s on top of her , trying to wrestle the controller from her hands. Lexi yelps, and then giggles , and holds on to the controller with her dear life and Trevor pulls at it.

“You’re such a brat” Trevor says, and nobody stops them, cause we know this is how it goes, each of the teens pressing one anothers buttons all week long.

“Get off!” Lexi squeals and she gets the controller back to her chest and curls up again into a ball, this time bent over on the couch, her cute little ass in the air, and her sweater has slipped up her back, and I take in the view pretending to watch our kids crazy antics, but I’m really just watching Lexi’s ass. 

Trevor is behind her and leans over her back his arms wrapping around her, his hands pushing between her arms, his groin is right against that ass, and I wonder if he knows just how lucky he is. I feel my cock twitch and look away before it moves anymore, or I have to excuse myself to calm down a full blown erection. 

I turn back after a few moments of hearing her giggle and him grunt, and then a thump, and Trevor is on his back on the floor with Lexi on top him, her back to his chest, and she’s still curled into a ball. 

“Enough Lexi”  her mother Jenny barks across the room. 

I roll my eyes, because Jenny is always the buzz killer. Nobody can have TOO much fun for TOO long for some fucking reason. 

After a few more seconds Lexi gives up, and uncurls, letting go of the controller, and rolling off her cousin. 

“Punk” she says sticking out her tongue. 

Trevor laughs, out of breath and gets up and takes his seat back next to Braxton.

Lexi breathes heavy too after wrestling and she sits on the floor in front of my two sons, and leans her back against the front of the couch between them.

I watch Trevor nudge her with his leg, to pester her a bit more. Lexi reaches down and tickles his foot and Trevor kicks his foot out and Lexi laughs.

“fine, Truce!” he says as she reaches for it again when he lowers it. 

“I thought so.” she says and after she settles she looks across the room to me, and I give her a small grin.