Mary Lake
written by:
Prybar

The thermometer display on the dashboard of Dad's truck showed 37 degrees just before I shut down the engine. The GPS unit didn't even mention the road I was on. It was not significant enough for notice. The truck and I were far from anywhere. I'd parked facing the water, but the usual spectacular vista wasn't available that morning. Ground fog obscured all but the first hundred yards of my view of the lake. The water was mirror smooth, but there was nothing to reflect upon.

The sun should have been low on the eastern horizon, just peering over the forest covered mountains, but on this morning it was merely a dim glow in the cloud. I could only assume that the mountains were still there.

A loon cut a sharp V in the surface of the water as it went about its business. It dove when I opened the door, only to pop up fifty yards further out. The air smelled of wet forest and lakeshore, cool and damp, and fresh. The season was too young for mosquitoes; in another month they would have provided a steady hum around my head. A woodpecker off somewhere in the trees was tapping away. The soft ground at my feet held moose tracks, a cow and calf. Their droppings were a couple of days old, which was all right with me. I like to see moose, but one does not want to drop down in between mama and baby moose. Mama can and will stomp you into a thin film of human if she thinks you threaten her offspring.

The buzzer reminded me to turn off the truck headlights. I'd begun driving in the dark two hours back on the gravel road, after sleeping on the ground in a small clearing just off route 9. The last forty miles through the dark and fog had consumed those two hours. Washboard, a few rather large potholes, those nearby trees, and the ever present opportunity to join up with the local wildlife kept me to a prudent pace. I stood there on the shore enjoying the quiet and absolute solitude while I finished the last of the coffee from the thermos. It wasn't hot anymore, but it's all I had.

Dad and I had locked the boat to a tree last October, tipped upside down so it wouldn't be full of snow melt now. I could barely see it back in that copse of birch trees. One of the many keys on Dad's large ring would match the lock. I found it fairly quickly, and although the lock was a bit stiff, it opened. After a quick spray of WD-40 I left the lock and chain on the tree for next October.

I don't know what one of these aluminum boats weighs, but I sure know that it's easier to turn it over and drag it the twenty feet to the edge of the water with two men rather than one. But I'd only brought one, so I grunted and lifted and tugged and swore until the task was accomplished. I already missed Jack, but you can't change what you can't change.

The outboard motor wasn't light, either. That's why I stopped the truck right next to the water. The lake has a 15 HP limit, so the motor wasn't all that heavy, but it is awkward if you must tote it far. I wrestled it out of the back of the truck and soon had it tight on the stern of the boat. With my boots on, I moved the boat stern first out into the water. After lugging the gas tank from the truck to the boat, and hooking up the hose, I set the choke and gave it a few tugs. No point loading up the boat with all that other stuff if the motor wasn't going to start. It fired right up, just like it had at home after I pulled it out of storage.

So that meant a few trips carrying boxes, an ice chest, my duffel and sleeping bag, and the first of many jerry cans of fuel we'd need for the generator on the island. When that all was stowed in the boat, I moved the truck back to the parking area and locked it. Then after a quick visit to the old outhouse, I lifted the bow of the boat a bit and gave it a shove back into the water. The boat floated free and drifted onto the lake. Hopping in, I scrambled over and around the gear, back to the motor. Right before I tugged the rope, that loon spoke back in the fog somewhere. Eerie, as usual. Then silence left as the motor kicked in.

The river channel flowed into the lake only a half mile west of the landing. Through the curtain of fog, slicing the glass surface of the water, the boat and I headed up lake. I kept the shoreline trees close on my left until I headed up the channel. I took my time. As far as I knew, no boat had been up here since the fall, and fallen trees or a large snag floating downstream could ruin an otherwise perfect foggy day. Five miles of this passed without incident, save for the bull moose that swam across the river directly in front of me.

The fog was beginning to lift when the boat entered Mary Lake. The lakes were strung along the course of the river like a string of pearls. No road serviced the lakes upstream from the landing where I had left the truck. I could reach Mary Lake by boat, but the shallow rapids and waterfalls in the river above Mary were impassible. You want to go further to the lakes up the river, you'd best have a float plane, or be willing to portage your boat some considerable distance.

The resort was on an island about two-thirds across Mary Lake, up close to the rapids and pools of the river that flowed into the lake from the west. That bit of the river was a fly fisherman's paradise. The lake itself was deep and thus also good for lake trout and landlocked salmon for the angler in a boat. Dad and his brother Bud had built up the resort over the last twenty years, catering to upscale fishermen from all over the world.

The island was about five acres of rocks and conifer trees, with 8 log cabins in a rough semi-circle around the timber lodge, which had a kitchen and dining room, along with the small bar. A few storage and shop buildings completed the place. A diesel generator east of the buildings, downwind, kept the lights on at night and powered the small walk in cooler. We got our water from the lake, filling a tank placed atop the one hill on the island with a gas engine powered pump.

I could see the island in the distance once the fog cleared off the lake. The mountains that formed the river valley were on my left and right. Dense forest grew right down to the shore of the lake. No other buildings sullied my view. Except for the low clouds and the chill to the air, it looked pretty much like it had that morning last July, when I guided the Senator's wife trolling for land-locked salmon. That was a good memory.

The senator had been fishing with Dad for over a decade. He booked the same week every summer. He was not the most skilled fly fisherman, but he was an enthusiastic fly fisherman. Last year he brought along his new trophy wife. She was a raving bitch in camp, for we did not provide the level of luxury to which she was accustomed. Nobody wanted to deal with her. I drew the short straw when the Senator decided that she should go trolling for salmon while he was up on the river fly fishing for trout. He'd left for the river early, and it was well past ten before she even stepped out of their cabin. And of course, she wanted breakfast long after the kitchen closed. So I got to make her omelet, too. She liked my coffee. But she clearly didn't like much else.

Brenda was likely over thirty years old, but she worked hard at not showing it. The first thing I heard after she tasted her coffee was how much she missed her home gym and all that equipment. She was going to lose EVERYTHING! And all I could think was whatever she'd lost she could probably find a plastic surgeon to make the necessary repairs. From the look of things, she probably had at least one on speed dial.

Her hair was a blonde not found in nature. The facial makeup, a bit much for a wilderness fishing camp, must have taken an hour to slather on. She clearly had work done on her face, for nothing there moved like it once had. I also figured those two conspicuous bulges on her chest weren't the same ones she'd been issued from the factory. Everything we saw her wear made a show of those large breasts, but if she caught anyone looking, she gave them the sneer that froze lava. At first blush, she was a beauty, but it seemed mainly skin deep. But she'd scored when she landed the Senator. If she held on, she'd inherit big time, and in the mean time she got to party with the rich and famous.

I was neither. But she did like my coffee.

"So Frank....what am I doing today?"

She didn't sound a bit sincere in her request. But she needed to know what to bitch about that morning.

"Your husband wants me to get you into a really big fish. If I do, you will get a thrill."

"Over a fish?"

"Well, yeah."

"Goodie."

"If all else fails, it's a pretty boat ride, and you can catch some sun. And out on the water, no mosquitoes!"

We actually had very few on the island, especially if there was the least hint of a breeze. But I had to promise her something. I figured I'd get a nice tip from the Senator at the end of the week if I did get her into a fish. Anything to keep her happy. That was my motto, and I bet myself that it was the Senator's, too.

Anyway, I packed a small cooler with diet drinks and bottled water, and then I coaxed Brenda down to one of the aluminum boats that was set up for trolling. I helped her into the boat from the dock, and got her settled in the center of the center seat. Then I hopped in and fired up the little motor. Thankfully, it covered the sound of her sighs.

Once we reached the deep part of the lake, we could look back those two miles to the island, with the forest and the green mountains, and some lovely cumulus clouds. It was picture perfect. So Brenda read her paperback book. Two lures hit the water, one for each of us, and the heavy weights dragged them into the depths where the salmon lurked. The law limited us to one pole apiece, but if either hooked a fish, it would be hers. And so we settled in for the wait, idling across the water at a walking pace.

Not much to do when you are trolling. I tried to keep an eye on the poles, for Brenda certainly didn't. She apparently couldn't lift a diet cola out of the cooler either, so I took care of that for her. She said not one word, and I might as well have been alone out in the middle of the lake.

Half an hour later, she looked up from her book, up into the sun, and she announced that she wished to catch a little sun. And she began to unbutton her blouse. I tied to not be conspicuous as I watched. Turns out she had a bikini top on under her shirt. But it wasn't much of one.

Twin lean white triangles of thin cloth did their best to corral those two large breasts. Feeble bits of string held the thing together, and barely up. Her nipples were large and erect and quite conspicuous as they tried to bore through that thin cloth. And she kinda spilled out on both sides of both sides. As she applied some sun lotion to her arms, contorting herself in the process, she spilled out even more.

Then she asked for help. Some lotion must be applied to her back and shoulders. She gave me the sweetest smile as she handed me the small bottle and pointed over her shoulder. So of course I needed to step over her seat to get behind her, for she sat facing me in the stern. She managed to move just enough at just the wrong time, so as I straddled the seat, I had no choice but to brush against her. She let loose with a little "Woooo!"

Standing there, rubbing the lotion all over her back, trying so hard not to bump into the strings of her bikini (I didn't need that kind of trouble), I looked down on the top of her head, and also down the front of her. So she must have known about the show she gave me as she spread some of that lotion across the bulges of her breasts. She managed to pull each triangle forward so she could spread lotion underneath to cover as much skin as possible. She didn't care, and I managed to watch. Nice nipples. Didn't need a surgeon for those.

I made my way back to my own seat in the stern. I checked the fishing poles. Nothing going there. Then she spoke.

"This isn't fair. Here I am enjoying myself out in this boat, and you have to do all the work. Why don't you take your shirt off too, and relax a bit."

"Oh, I'm fine."

"No, you don't understand. I insist. Take off your shirt. I want to enjoy the scenery too. Do you like staring at my tits? Well, I like some things too. The shirt....off!"

I just worked there. My job is to keep the clients happy. She didn't sound happy. I pulled off my shirt.

"Very nice, Frank. Thank you."

I had a pretty good tan so I didn't figure I needed any lotion. Brenda had other ideas. Right after she peeled off that bikini top....

Yeah, that's right. Without warning, the Senator's wife stripped off her top and those two magnificent orbs emerged into the sunlight. I really couldn't help myself this time. I certainly wasn't expecting this. My mouth gaped open.

"Frank, stand up here. You need some lotion too. Good, now turn around. There, that'll hold you."

She slathered lotion all over my back, and then my shoulders. She didn't stop. Her hands snaked around to my chest and soon enough she was stroking my tits. Or whatever.

"Frank...turn around. I want to see what I'm doing."

I stood facing her as she sat on the center seat. Her hands coursed over my chest and abdomen. She looked up into my face. I tried to lock my eyes on hers as those two bare breasts loomed just below. I believe I failed at that.

"You do like my breasts, don't you Frank?"

What the fuck was I supposed to say then?

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. I worked hard for these. I like it when someone appreciates it. My husband is a very old man, and I'm not real sure he still has a pulse. Do you have a pulse, Frank? Here, let me check."

She looked down at the growing mass in my pants. I felt her hand grasp at my cock through the fabric of my shorts. He apparently noticed, for he grew some more, and began to twitch in response.

"Oh, I can feel your pulse. Cool!!"

One of her hands began the slow slide up the inside of my thigh, under the leg of my shorts. That's one of those weird sensations that makes your balls draw up, and your belly twitch. She knew she was torturing me. I watched the smile break out on her face. And she was rubbing one of her tits against my other leg. Closer and closer, her fingers slithered up the sensitive skin of my thigh. Warm fingers finally closed around my cock. She squeezed first and then began stroking the shaft.

"This is fun, Frank. For me anyway....Do you like it too?"

I used to be able to speak. I really did. But at this point I could only nod my head. She giggled. I felt the tip of one finger sliding across the slippery end of my cock where those clear juices were already seeping out. My legs trembled.

"Frank...Do you mind if I get rid of these things?"

Her fingers were working on the button holding my shorts up. The waistband opened, and then my zipper slid down. One hand was still on my cock, and then the other joined it from above. My shorts began to slip away. I felt them slide across my ass. Soon, the only thing holding them up was her arm inside the one leg. When she relinquished her grip with that one hand, my shorts dropped limply around my ankles. Brenda held my cock straight out, grasped by both hands, the glistening tip hovering just below her face as she sat on the boat seat. She starred at my guy, and then smiled at him, and then she looked up and smiled into my face. Her nipples just below grew even more, if that were possible. She licked her lips.

"My husband doesn't have anything like this. You cannot tell anyone about this. No one. You understand?"

"Oh, sure."

"Good"

With that her mouth stopped talking and it began instead to ingest my cock. I didn't object. I watched as her mouth opened wide as she fed me into her. I felt the sensations as she worked as much of him in as she could handle, in and out, sucking when she could. My eyes left her tits to look out across the lake at the distant island. It was a beautiful scene. I'd always enjoyed that lake, but never as much as I did that moment. I felt the coming of my eruption, but Brenda sensed it too, and she stopped what she was doing.

"Don't you do that, Frank. I'm not done with you yet."

She stood up in the rocking boat and her shorts hit the deck. She was neatly trimmed, and when she sat sideways on the center seat, and then leaned back against the gunnels and her thighs spread, I caught the delight she stored down there. Her pussy lips were already puffy and wet with desire. They parted slightly awaiting me. I wasted no time

Her ankles wrapped around my neck as I straddled the seat and fed my cock into her. The boat rocked as I thrust into her. I looked down to watch my cock slip into and out of her. The two large breasts turned red, along with her shoulders and neck. Her mouth opened and garbled joy spewed forth. Her eyes locked on mine. And then they closed as the first waves of ecstasy flew through here. Twice more we delivered her to the clouds. Then she asked for a change in scenery.

She stood by the seat in the stern, leaned over to kneel on it, and then began to hug the motor, and she aimed her rear at me. I watched as she pressed her tits against the warm metal, and then realized she was utilizing the idling motor as a vibrator. I stood there, gliding my cock into her from behind, my thighs soon pressed against the back of hers. My two hands grasped her hips. Pounding into her, I listened to her cries as she came and came again. Her legs went rubbery, and she began to settle. My cock slipped out as she eased herself to the bottom of the boat. Brenda lay there, legs askew, sweat dripping off her tits, her mouth open as she gasped for breath. I watched her pussy open and close. I stood there holding my erect cock. I seemed a bit unfulfilled, but she certainly looked happy. I thought she might drop off to sleep as her head lolled to one side and her eyes closed.

Of course, that's when the line on one of the fishing poles suddenly went out, sending the reel screaming in protest.

I grabbed the pole, the fishing pole this time, and set the hook. Brenda's eyes opened.

"Girl...you got one!"

She stood with difficulty. I handed her the rod and showed her how to slowly recover line as the fish fought the other way. It took some considerable time, but eventually she brought the salmon to the boat. The net lifted it in, and the pipe against its head stopped the flopping about.

Brenda sat on the bottom of the boat with that great fish between her legs, staring at it. She was still quite naked. I was too, although I'd lost most of my erection. She wore a shit-eating grin.

"Geezus! Look at that fish. My husband has brought home fish, but nothing like this. Geezus!"

She looked up and smiled at me.

"Frank, this has been quite an afternoon. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Brenda still smiled. And then, she stopped.

"Oh my gosh, Frank. I'm so sorry. You didn't come, did you?"

"Nope."

"Bet I can fix that."

Oh yeah, she could. Kneeling next to that big fish, she took my little guy and turned him back into a big guy, and then with some skills worthy of praise, she sucked me off. I blew into her mouth as my legs nearly folded, and that fish lay there and those tits hung there, and the island was way over there. Back in camp, she was so relaxed and easy to get along with. She told everyone that it was about that big fish. And that's what I remembered that morning as I motored across Lake Mary.

I beached the boat just before the large boulder that would shelter it from any wind that might arise later from the west. I wandered among the buildings, using my key ring to unlock the doors of a few cabins, and then at the main lodge. I didn't find any significant damage from what had been a mild winter.

Felt weird being there alone. Jack and I had worked the resort the last three summers. My dad had opened the place in the spring the first two of those years, with the two of us helping, and he showed us all that needed to be done. Then the last year, Jack and I did it without him. Now I was there by myself. Officially, Jack was listed MIA in Afghanistan. We all knew what that meant. I hadn't yet come fully to grips with that reality, but it made my sense of loneliness that much greater.

I unloaded the boat, hauling the jerry cans filled with diesel to the shed housing the diesel generator. I'd start the generator at the end of the week, for it would take a couple of days to get the walk-in cooler down to the right temp. The first week of legal fishing would bring a full camp, so I'd be going out for food and drink, and more fuel right before they arrived, and we'd need the cooler by then. I'd get by with kerosene lanterns and the one small propane driven refrigerator in the bar until then.

A quick sandwich passed for a late lunch, and then I set to work getting the hose out into the lake so I could fill the water tank. An anchor was set on the bottom of the lake about thirty yards out. The water was plenty deep there and any crud washed away from the island by waves didn't make it that far out. The gallon bleach bottle floating out there marked the line that ran down to the anchor. We used a larger float to hold the hose, but we took that in for the winter. Otherwise, the ice would carry it away. That larger float and the hose came out with me in the boat, and I tied it into the line. Smaller red and white floats marked the hose back to the shore, so nobody would run a boat over that. The big filter on the end of the hose hung down ten feet or so, and that water was a pure as gin. Once the pump started, the tank would fill within a few hours.

The boat ran up on the beach next to the boulder, and I tied it off to a tree stump. I had a bunch of things to do that week, but nothing that absolutely needed to be done that afternoon. Good thing, because I wasn't in the mood. Jack was on my mind, and my mind went into the sewer. Fortunately, the bar was open in the lodge. Cases of various delights had spent the winter in the storeroom. I found an open bottle on the shelf, and proceeded to get drunk. I woke up just as it got dark, and after a can of chili, I laid my sleeping bag on a cot in one of the cabins and conked out again. I would need to get an early start the next morning, so I set my watch to alarm.

My dad and his brother had built and run the resort. Dad had a business mind, and Bud could guide any fisherman to a trophy, but he couldn't otherwise think himself out of paper bag. Bud's whole side of the family was a bit off, so other than his son Jack, I knew little of the rest of them. The two wives couldn't stand each other, and that settled that. We simply chose not to socialize with the lot. So I couldn't remember Jan at all. He had to be one of that bunch of rowdy boys that kicked my butt at the picnic that marked the last family get together, ten years ago. I would need to take the boat back to the landing in the early morning to pick him up. He was going to be my partner in the spring wake-up of the resort. I remember hoping that he could carry his own weight.

When I beached the boat at the landing the next morning, no one was there. The last of the boxes were in the bed of Dad's truck. I hauled them to the boat. Then I waited a while before I heard a car coming up the road. The Subaru parked next to Dad's truck. I figured this had to be Jan, and I was prepared to give him some heat for being late. But that's before I saw Jan.

The flaming red hair tied in a ponytail that reached halfway down the back was the first clue. But the clincher was when that bulky pile jacket couldn't come close to hiding the fact that Jan was a girl. Jan was a girl. Imagine that. And then I remembered the scrawny freckle faced little girl in pigtails that had rescued me ten years earlier when her cousins were kicking me in the head.

"Frank! Is that you?"

"Yes. Long time no see, Jan."

"I'll say. What's it been....ten years?"

"Yeah, something like that. I sure never expected to see you again. Certainly not up here."

"I volunteered for this.....you know....after Jack...."

"Yeah. Thanks. We can use the help."

"I'll do the best I can. I promise."

"You'll do fine. Where's your stuff?"

"In the back."

Jack never brought a pink sleeping bag. Or four duffel bags for a one week deal. But Jack wasn't a girl. I tripped over a tree root while trying to carry three duffel bags and stare at her chest at the same time. Hurt my toe.

"Are you OK?"

"I'll live. Teach me to watch where I'm going."

"It is pretty here. I've never been upstate this far, and I didn't know what to expect. But it's just so pretty!"

"Yeah, it is nice. You will enjoy the boat ride. I'll keep an eye out for moose. Maybe you can see one of them."

"Moose? Are they dangerous?"

"Not if you give ‘em room."

Jan's stuff went into the boat on top of the remainder of the boxes. Eight more jerry cans of fuel constituted the rest of the load. One in each hand all the way down to the boat from the parking area. Jan was no help. Then it was up the lake to the river, and then those miles up the river.

We didn't see any moose, but a doe watered herself from one shore, and I spotted a large woodpecker. Jan's head was on a swivel as she took in the scenery. I enjoyed it too. I pointed out the island when we reached Mary, and we bored into a gentle breeze across the lake to get there. Once I beached the boat and tied it off, I showed Jan to the cabin I'd slept in the night before. It was nicely aired out so I gave it to her. I'd pick another later for myself. But first I fueled and then started the engine that drove the water pump. The tank on the hill would fill in a few hours.

Jan got the guided tour, and then I led her to the kitchen where we enjoyed lunch. After that, it was time to open all the cabins. Wooden covers had protected the windows through the winter. They needed to come off. Don't know where the dust came from, but the meager furniture and shelves needed to be dusted and the floors swept. And they all needed fresh air. We both worked up a sweat and our clothes were blanketed with dust.

Jan had lost the jacket early on, and then the flannel shirt went away, leaving her in a navy blue tank top. I couldn't help but notice how nicely she presented the bulges of her breasts above that pink bra each time she bent over. Sure, she was a cousin, and thus was hands off, but I still had to look. I hadn't realized how much I liked a few freckles on tits.

I chopped wood for a fire in the small stove in Jan's cabin, figuring she'd get cold if the temperature dropped into the 30's again. And she volunteered to make dinner for us, so I rested with some of Dad's booze. And we talked.

She had just finished high school, and I had one year of junior college under my belt. Jack had enlisted halfway through the last summer, and I nearly did the same, but I had plans that required college, and so I needed to get started. Jan again offered her condolences over him going missing. She actually was his cousin by some shirttail relative or ex-wife or something. I couldn't keep it straight. Still she was a cousin I figured, so I kept my dirty thoughts to myself. Jan was a beautiful young lady, and even without makeup and dirty from sweeping out cabins, she did attract.

We both had a bit too much to drink, so we stumbled together to her cabin, and I helped her light a fire. I left her with plenty of wood to keep the stove going through the night. And then I headed, reluctantly, to my own cabin. I had impure thoughts all that night.

The next morning, Monday, was assemble the boat dock day. So after breakfast, we headed down to the shore. Two more gallon bleach bottles floated at the ends of anchor lines a short way off shore. An 10 foot square wooden platform floated on 6 old oil drums, and this was towed out and tied off to the two anchor lines. Then we rested the aluminum walkway on the bow of the boat and I slowly moved it out to where it attached to the floating platform. The shore end tied into a rock imbedded in the shore. eight more aluminum boats had spent the winter upside down on the island. We floated them and tied them to the new dock. Their motors came out of a storage shed one by one.

Then I used the gas powered water pump to fill the wooden tub that passed for our spa. And I stacked some firewood there to feed the boiler that heated the thing. Thought it would feel good as the day ended. I lit the fire early as that was a lot of water to heat. I figured I'd get a soak after dark, as I had not brought either shorts or a swimsuit. Neither had Jan, so I was surprised when she suggested we climb in when we finished the day's chores well before dark.

"Oh yeah, Frank. That will work better, cause if my hair gets wet I'll have time to dry it before I try to sleep. Even with the fire going, I got a little cold last night. I don't want to risk wet hair too. You'll just have to promise not to look. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

And she gave me the funniest smile. What was that about? We had a couple of drinks and were soon laughing at some really bad jokes. Then she asked, "Have you checked the water temperature. I'm sure ready for a soak."

I ran out, and sure enough, the tub was at 103 degrees. I adjusted the flow rate and closed the damper a bit, and figured that would hold right there. Going back into the lodge, I told Jan the thing was ready. She smiled, refilled her glass with further beverage, and then she headed out.

"Come on Frank! Let's get wet."

So off we went, and upon arriving at the tub, Jan immediately stripped off her shirt and jeans, and stood there in her bra and panties. She took a big swallow from her glass, set it on the wooden platform, and then she reached behind to unhook her bra. I tried real hard not to look, but you know. She had what I call perky breasts. Not huge, but well shaped with neat erect nipples and just a bit of jiggle. And yeah, lightly covered by those freckles. When her panties went down, she showed me that she was as red down there as on the top of her head. And quick as a fox, she climbed the little stairs and then hovered at the top, one leg reaching out to put a toe into the water, and of course opening up the view for me. Then she was in the water, and while staring at me, she berated me for not getting naked and joining her.

"I won't bite....I promise."

So feeling just a bit embarrassed, it stripped down to my birthday suit and then climbed up to join her. Submerged to our necks in hot water, we had nothing further to look at, so our conversation resumed and so did our drinking. We were having a great time. So when she got a bit overheated from the water, and she stood up, dripping, and the water barely covered her snatch, we simply carried on as if nothing was happening.

Like I said...cousins are off limits, so I pretended not to notice. But I still enjoyed the view. After we'd had enough, we both climbed out and toweled off in front of each other, and as she stood there with her legs slightly spread while she lifted each breast to dry under them, I had to turn around and thunk my growing cock with a stick so it would shrink back down and not embarrass me by bobbing up in front of her nose. She went to her cabin for clean clothes and I did the same in mine.

I watched her fix our dinner back in the lodge, and that too was a good show. She'd put on fresh jeans and an old white cotton t-shirt, and she'd left the bra behind. She chopped carrots and onions, and her tits moved around under that thin cloth, and her erect nipples pressed into the cloth, and every once in a while one nipple popped out through the small tear in the fabric, and she simple pushed it back when she noticed, which often was some time later. I nursed a drink and gave thanks for the view, and promised myself I'd be good.

But man, I had a hard time trying to figure why she was so caviler about the show she was putting on. Under any other circumstance, I'd figure she was trying to get me to jump her. This was even worse than when the Senator's wife asked me to take care of her out in that boat. Too weird. But Jan did cook a fine dinner.

Tuesday early I took the boat back to the truck and then drove into the nearest town, leaving Jan to work in the lodge building. Two and a half hour drive each way to get 8 jerry cans of diesel and four with gasoline for the water pump and the motors on the fishing boats. Oh, and multiple boxes full of canned and packaged food. And cases of beer. This would be three trips in the boat to get it all delivered to the island.

It was about one in the afternoon when I beached the boat on the island again. I was walking the first two jerry cans toward the shed holding the generator when I saw Jan step out of the lodge doorway. She wore jeans. Just jeans. Gawd, she had nice tits. She waved and went back inside. I figured she'd get herself decent, so I elected to keep my distance for a bit, and I ferried all the cans to their destinations. I was hot and tired and my arms were inches longer when I finished.

Walking into the lodge after that time, I was looking for a cold beer. I got the beer, and both freckle dotted naked breasts. Jan was still only wearing her jeans.

"Sorry Frank. I got hot. This doesn't bother you, does it? I figure I can hang with you like I do with my girlfriends. It's nice to be able to relax with a guy this way."

Crazy fucking shit, but I wasn't going to stop her. I warmed up the hot tub and later we enjoyed that again. And I enjoyed the view. Back in her cabin she dried her hair with a towel while sitting on her bed, legs casually spread and pussy staring back at me indifferently as I sat in her chair. I liked how her tits jiggled as she vigorously applied towel to head.

She made small talk with me, and I made a point to nod and comment when indicated. Jan treated me like a casual girlfriend, jabbering on about the little things most women don't share with men. It was weird, but she was naked so I went along. And later we ate dinner, she in her t-shirt and no bra, and me trying not to stare.

I left early again with the boat to fetch the groceries from the truck. I towed a second boat so I could bring back more stuff. Jan was to straighten things in the cabins and the dinning room in the lodge, and also to clean the kitchen shelves and the bar.

Back at the truck, I loaded up the boats, and then wondered if that little motor was going to be up to the task. It actually did fine, as long as I wasn't in any hurry. Pulling in to Mary Lake I looked to the island, and I wondered if Jan was going to be cleaning with her top off again. I was fighting a headwind and some waves and I almost missed IT. IT was one of our fishing boats floating near the south shore halfway to the island. What the heck?

I figured I should let it go. Must have broken loose from the dock and the wind took it away. I already had two overloaded boats and the waves were a problem even heading straight into them. Heading that way to fetch the wayward boat could be dangerous. But if it made it to the outlet and into the river, no telling how far it could get before I could hunt it down. So I swallowed hard and headed that way. I wasn't so much worried about losing the cargo if I dumped a boat. Landing my own ass in the water, cold as it was that time of year, could kill me. So I was careful.

Drawing near, I wondered why the boat's bow was pointed down wind. Usually, they blow sideways. This just didn't feel right. So I slowly pulled further to my left so I could see the stern. Something red there.....Yeah, red hair. Fuck!

I pulled slowly forward, just enough to keep my two boats pointed into the waves, and I hopped to the front of my boat to snag the bow rope of the derelict. A quick double half hitch, and shortly the rope went tight and the boat swung alongside, and it's stern ended up just ahead of the stern seat of mine. Hanging onto the gunnel of the drifting boat, I leaned over the water to see Jan's hand grasping one of the two metal hand grips welded to the stern of the boat. Her face was barely out of the water, and her eyes stared into nowhere. I rested my weight on one hand and with the other I grasped her wrist. Her hand came off easily. I had no idea how she had managed to hang on with so little strength. Her face went under water, and she did nothing to pull it out. I lurched back, and she came alongside.

Fishing her other arm out of the water, I grabbed both wrists, let her weight drop into the water, and then as she bobbed up, I used that momentum to tug her straight up until her waist cleared the top of the gunnel. And she poured into my boat.

I rolled her over, and she was breathing slowly. Her skin was gray, and her lips were blue. Her eyes were open but there was nobody home. And she was so very cold.

I gunned the motor and headed straight for the island. The waves hit at a crazy angle, and spray pelted me, but I needed to get there as fast as possible. The wind let up a bit, and that saved us. Soon enough we were in the lee of the big rock, and I just ran us onto the beach at full throttle. I hopped ashore and tied off my boat. The others would stay tied to mine.

Jan was a cold slippery fish. I left some pretty good scratches across her shoulder, but managed to get my arms under her, and with all I had left I cradled her in my arms and we headed for her cabin. Her head dangled as if not attached. She was naked save for a crumpled pair of soggy white panties. In her cabin, I shoved wood into her little stove, and poured an intemperate amount of lighter fluid on them. The first match caught. With the damper full open, the fire was soon roaring.

I found her towel and began to dry her. Those wet panties had to go. I didn't think she'd mind. Lord, she was cold. Her skin was so gray. Her nipples were as blue as her lips. I unzipped her sleeping bag and then lay her on the sheets of the bed. Then I stripped and lay around her, wrapping the sleeping bag around the two of us. It was my body's turn to warm her.

The room warmed quickly. But it was an hour before Jan began to shiver. It was just a shudder at first, then groups of tremors, and then the full tilt boogie. It meant her body was fighting the cold, so I knew it was a good sign. She perhaps didn't know it yet, but if she did she wasn't having a good time. She still felt like a Popsicle to me. I got up twice to stoke the fire, and the room was getting really warm for me, but I was not the problem.

Four hours of this before she was ready for some hot soup. Not much at first, but then later she asked for and enjoyed more. What she mostly wanted was my warm body snug against her, and I was happy to oblige. At some point she stopped shivering, and she felt almost human to my bare skin, and we slept.

I opened one eye. The dawn had arrived without fanfare. I heard the birds outside. The fire made the occasional crack and pop from the coals, and the metal creaked from time to time. It wasn't accustomed to such abuse. My one eye settled upon one bare breast. It was perfectly formed, a snow cone with very white skin speckled with enough freckles, and topped by a luscious nipple sitting proud in the center of its red ring, with those three little hairs and some few tiny bumps. It went up and down a bit with the slow breaths of Jan, its owner. And it was inches away from my mouth and tongue.

I was warm and a bit stiff. I lay with my head nestled over her right arm, as was lay on her back, covered only half way up her belly by that sleeping bag. Her mouth, as I looked up to see, gaped open and I could hear her breath. We were very warm, finally. It was probably a hundred degrees in that room And yeah, I was a little stiff. I don't think I'd moved for some considerable time. And I had a raging hard on. Oh, and it didn't help that she held my cock in her unconscious hand.

Jan took a couple of quick breaths, followed by one of those pauses with none, and then her breathing settled down and her mouth closed and I heard her swallow twice and lick her lips, and then her eyes opened. And she smiled.

Our eyes met, and she smiled again. And then a look of horror crossed her face, and she not only let go of my cock, but she sat straight up and nearly exploded.

"Oh gawd Frank, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....I mean I didn't....Hell I don't know. I'm sorry. I mean...look at your penis!"

"Oh that. Yeah, I noticed too, but I didn't want to say anything."

"Geezus, I'm so sorry!"

"Whoa, take a breath. Nothing happening here. Relax!"

"But, your penis!"

"It does that, you know. Especially first thing in the morning. I've tried to talk to it about that, but you know... the dang thing has a mind of its own sometimes."

"Oh Gawd, it's all my fault."

And she began to cry.

Now what??!!?

"Oh, I'm so stupid!!"

"I was wondering....just how did you end up in the middle of the lake holding on to the ass of a fishing boat?"

I figured to disarm this apparent crisis with a little post mortem of yesterday's events.

"Well, when I noticed that the boat was drifting away on the wind, I thought I could swim after it and drag it back to shore. I am a pretty good swimmer after all. But it took me so long to catch it, and the damn water was so fucking cold. Anyway, I got hold of it and then I looked back at the island and it was so far away and the fucking boat wouldn't even budge when I tried to tow it back so I just held on and that's all I remember."

"You had a bit of hypothermia when I found you and dragged you out of the water."

"I suppose that's where all these bruises and shit came from."

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Oh, that's cool. You saved my life, right?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well, I don't think I deserved it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I've been really shitty to you, and I'm sorry and thank you for saving my life anyway."

For the life of me, I had no idea what Jan was talking about. So, like any guy trying to figure out why a woman says what she does, I had to ask, "What are you talking about?"

"I've been mean to you...and I'm sorry."

"Um, I guess I missed that part, but OK, you are forgiven, for....whatever."

"You don't even know, do you?"

"I guess not. Why don't you go back to the beginning and maybe you can explain it to this dense guy."

"Well, I know you are gay, and you and Jack had your thing, and now Jack is MIA and probably dead, and so I thought it would be fun to fix you, to seduce you and make you, you know...not gay anymore. I thought I was helping. But no...you are so gay that even when I walked around naked all the time, you didn't want to fuck me or anything. And despite all that you saved my life. And then I woke up and you had that huge erection and I knew it was my fault and I'm so sorry!"

"I'm gay?"

"Well, yeah! Everybody knows you and Jack.....you know."

"Jack and I are very good friends. Very good friends and I miss him terribly, but we are not gay. We have both enjoyed long and varied relationships with ladies in an age appropriate manner. And we have never indulged each other. I have very much enjoyed watching you and your magnificent body these last few days, but because you are my cousin, I've not followed my intense desires to, uh, you know, properly appreciate you. I thought I was being a nice guy and it was the right thing to do. Oh, I enjoyed your hand on my cock and all this morning, but I can still behave myself."

"You're not gay?"

"Not even close."

Jan sat on the bed next to me, quite naked and with the no longer needed sleeping bag bunched down by her knees. I watched the realization sink in, and the look of horror cross her face as she looked down upon her nakedness, and one arm crossed over to try to hide her tits, and the other clutched her pussy, and I just smiled, and stepped out of the bed.

"Go get some clothes on, and I'll be in the lodge making breakfast. I'm hungry."

The coffee smelled good, as did the bacon. I'd had no dinner the night before, and I was starving. I had my jeans on and a thick cotton sweater, for the morning was a bit brisk. The fire in the stove in the lodge had yet to take the edge off the cold. I had potatoes frying with the garlic and the chopped onions, and mushrooms awaited the scrambled eggs in the iron skillet. And I had time to think.

I'd done what Brenda asked, which was to keep our little session out on the lake secret, right up to denying trying anything with her when Bud began fishing around to see if I'd "gotten any" while alone with her. Apparently, he thought she'd be easy pickings, and I suppose I convinced him there was something lacking in my manhood if I hadn't at least tried. Maybe that's where this all started.

Jan finally came in, in jeans and a thick flannel shirt. I handed her a cup of steaming coffee. She held it in two hands, shoulders hunched and head down.

We ate my breakfast in silence. I refilled her coffee twice. Not a word. Finally, she spoke.

"You're not gay?"

"Nope"

"And you only ignored me, and my body, because you didn't want to be messing with a cousin?"

"Yep"

"And I'm not even a real cousin. Frank, I'm adopted. We aren't really related at all."

"No shit."

"No....shit. Frank, we've wasted a whole bunch of time because I'm so stupid."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. Don't you realize how much I've enjoyed seeing your body, so naked and you didn't even care. Oh man, I wanted you. You got no idea how much I wanted you."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah!"

"So, if I took my shirt off right now, you'd look?"

"Oh yeah!"

I watched as her hands went to the buttons, and the shirt opened, and she shrugged it off, and those lovely tits emerged into the air, and I noticed. I stood and walked over, and I took her face in my hands and I kissed her, long and hard. She was breathing hard, and I watched as her neck and shoulders turned red, and her nipples got hard as my hands found them, and it was very clear that things had changed.

"Do you want to go back to your cabin?"

"It's fucking hot in my cabin."

"It's getting fucking hot here."

"Yeah, it is."

I kissed her again, and my hands played with her nipples and she was liking that. She stood up and her pants dropped to the floor and there was no longer anything between my hands and her soft skin. I pulled off my sweater, and dropped my jeans, and we were on even terms. My fingers found the soft declivity below the red hair between her thighs and her finger found my growing cock again. She moaned and I moaned and we both took that as permission to continue.

Jan went to her knees and fed my cock into her mouth.

"You gay boys like this, right?"

"Oh yeah!"

She sucked on me for a while, and then I urged her up onto the table next to our breakfast dishes, and my tongue found its way between her pussy lips, and then it rode over her clit until she was dancing with the stars. After several encores, when she was nearly limp from the joy, I gently spread her thighs and stepped between, and my cock and her pussy finally met their match. I drove myself into her, and she again climbed the mountain and enjoyed the view and when she seemed to have squirmed and cried and contorted herself into the throes of pleasure enough times, I let myself go too, and the pressure and the burn arrived and I let it grow until I could contain it no longer, and then I exploded into her with passion and joy. I collapsed on top of her, and she kissed me and held me and hugged me until my cock grew again, and we repeated the process.

Not much else got done that day. We headed back to her cabin, and every time we awoke, we turned to each other. I moved into her cabin and we pleasured each other for the next two days. Sometimes we'd fall asleep with my cock held tight within her, and then when we awoke it was as if we'd never paused, and we'd have at each other anew. By nightfall, we were exhausted and a bit sore, but by morning we were ready to go again. We'd made up for all the misunderstandings of the previous days.

Days later the resort was ready for the first clients as the week drew to a close. Jan and I had spent some considerable quality time together. I would stay to guide fisherman, and she would head for home. We promised to see each other at the end of the season, and I had every intention of just that as I pulled the boats onto the beach at the landing. We'd brought two and towed one, for several clients needed to get to the island that day. She took her duffel bags and her pink sleeping bag to her car, and I watched as she drove away.

The first SUV full of fishermen arrived, and as we waited for the other, another truck pulled in. Dad got out, and then a familiar face showed. My friend Jack had come home, a bit gaunt looking, but ready to guide fly fisherman while he was on leave for a month. Twas a good beginning to a fine summer. Yep. A fine summer.