Rocky Mountain Summers

Brian looked down the trail. Sandra, Nate and Cathy had already advanced about fifty yards down, not realizing what had happened. He couldn't see the others. "I can make it down," said Autumn, but her voice lacked confidence. She hobbled a couple more steps but it was clear she wasn't moving well.

"Here, put your arm over my shoulder," said Brian as he stood on Autumn's left side. She put her left arm over his shoulders and felt his strong arm wrap around her back. His body against hers was warm; she was surprised to find herself enjoying it despite the circumstances. Like this, they moved down the trail; the tree line was within site. If they could just get there they wouldn't have to worry about lightening as much. Thunder clapped close by, immediately followed by lightening. The storm must be right overhead, Autumn thought.

Eventually they made it down to the tree line. As they entered the semi-protection of the pines their fear of lighting subsided a little, but the realization hit them that the rest of the group had been so intent on making it down the mountain they hadn't noticed Autumn's fall. Brian and Autumn looked down the trail and couldn't see anyone in the hard rain. The hobbled a bit further, but the wind, rain, and wet rocks made the going difficult.

"Maybe we should stop," Autumn suggested.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" asked Brian.

Autumn responded by telling him that Scott had told her about a time he was caught in a storm and just waited it out under a big pine. They decided this might be the best course. They noticed a large pine with low, spreading bows not far from the trail and hobbled over to it.

Brian eased Autumn onto the ground under the pine and helped her get her pack off. The ground was soft with needles, a little wet, but not too bad. Their clothes were soaked through anyway, so a little dampness wouldn't matter much. Autumn stretched out her left leg, pulling the cuff of her hiking pants up to mid-calf.

"How's it feel?" asked Brian, kneeling beside her. Autumn pressed the skin around her ankle gently and winced a little.

"It's pretty sore, and kinda swollen," she replied. "Thanks for helping me though. I'm sorry I've made us lose the rest of the group. Hopefully the rain lets up soon."

"Oh, don't apologize, Autumn. These storms never last too long," Brian said, trying to sound reassuring. He sat down next to her on the needles. His t-shirt was sticking to his chest. His light beige shorts looked the color of the dirt.

Brian turned his head towards Autumn. She looked less pained now and didn't look worried or frightened; she actually looked confident and assured. Her blonde hair was matted to her head with rain and the little eye shadow she had put on this morning had run a little around her eyes, giving them a dark, wider appearance. Her light blue shirt was soaked, like his, and hugged her slender frame, outlining the shape of her chest.

Autumn looked over at Brian as she sat up straight from examining her ankle. Is he looking at my chest, she asked herself, as his eyes rose and met hers. Autumn felt herself blush as Brian made a partial smile and looked away. He was, wasn't he, she thought, he was checking me out. Brian turned back towards her and mumbled something about her ankle, but she could tell he was a little embarrassed, his face reddening. She wasn't sure whether she should be offended or feel good about the fact Brian was admiring her. She realized her shirt was sticking tightly to her chest and stomach. Autumn glanced down. She felt a little self-conscious about her breasts, but there was nothing she could do that wouldn't be blatantly obvious to hide their shape from his view.

A clap of thunder brought her mind back to the situation. It was still raining hard and the wind was still blowing, chilling her. Drops of water fell from the pines onto them. She realized her teeth were chattering; she crossed her arms around her chest warming her and giving her chest a little privacy. "It's getting cold, isn't it," said Brian, looking out through the trees.

"Yes, kinda," replied Autumn through jittery teeth. She wanted his arms around her, to feel his body next to hers, the warmth, and the solidness of it. Without saying a word, Brian moved his body the couple inches that separated them. She felt the warmth radiating from him as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her close to him. She felt a shiver, unlike the others, go through her. She hoped her face wasn't showing it.

"Does this help," he asked as he began to rub his hand up and down Autumn's left shoulder and arm.

Autumn turned her head to the side, looked up at him and smiled. "Yes," she whispered. "It should."

"I'm a little cold myself," he replied. Autumn made a small expression of compassion, realizing she had been so concerned about her ankle and the coldness she felt she hadn't thought that he might be cold as well. They were both in t-shirts; there was no reason he would be warm. She slipped her right arm under his and rubbed his back with her hand.

Autumn enjoyed the feeling of Brian's body against hers, her arm around him, his around her. She felt the familiar warm sensation spreading through her body. She couldn't believe she was becoming aroused by his touch. She looked up at him and their eyes met again. This time she could see a hint of something else in his eyes, she pressed her hand against his back, flexing her fingers, looking at him.

Brian couldn't ignore the fact that someone stumbling upon them, not knowing the reason why they were here, would think it a little inappropriate that he was under a pine tree, soaking wet, with his wife's cousin, Autumn, holding each other for warmth. He also couldn't ignore how incredibly desirable she looked, her blonde hair wet, clothes sticking to her body outlining every curve, the way she looked at him with her big blue eyes. He squeezed her tightly against his side. He suddenly felt his desire rise and he stiffened in his shorts. He realized he wanted to kiss her, to feel her body...did he dare take his right hand and touch her thigh or...his heart was pounding.

As if they could read each other's minds she felt him pull her closer and she leaned her head over onto his shoulder. She felt him press his head to hers, holding her strongly, closely. Their arms wrapped around each other, hands pressed against each other's backs. The cool rain water on their bodies no longer chilled her. She felt his hand on her thigh, her lips brushed the wet skin of his neck, and she sighed, the pain in her ankle no longer apparent. She said his name as she sighed, running her hands through his wet hair, and then pulling back a little from him. She looked him in the eyes. His were wide with desire, as she was sure hers were.

Brian reached out his hand and touched her face, pushing some of her wet, blonde hair back from her cheek. "I don't know what we're doing...," he started to say but trailed off. She smiled. "...but I so badly want to kiss you. I wanted to even before today."

"I know exactly what you mean," she replied softly. She reached up and put her hand on his. She didn't know what to think. This was Cathy's husband she wanted to kiss.

A ray of sun broke through the trees, and broke the moment. Brian dropped his hand from her face. "The rain stopped," he said quietly. Autumn looked away, out through the trees.

"It has," she said with a sigh.

"Let's see how your ankle's doing. Do you want to test it out?" he asked her. She nodded. He stood and held out his hand, smiling. She paused, looked at it, then up at him. She met his eyes and smiled back. Neither person's smile was forced, but natural. She felt relieved. They'd both expressed themselves freely but no line had been crossed. She took his hand and stood up, favoring her good ankle. She hobbled a little, wincing still. He got the packs and put his arm around her again for the trip down the mountain.

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That evening at dinner, everyone was hailing Brian as the "shining knight" who had stayed behind to help out the injured Autumn. Brian tried to stay humble through all the complimentary talk, but Autumn didn't downplay it. She could feel herself blushing every time the subject was brought up.

Cathy loved the attention Brian was getting and expressed to him how proud she was with him for staying back with Autumn. A brief feeling of guilt slipped through Brian's mind. He wondered to himself about how guilty he should feel. They didn't do anything right? But he had thought about doing something; he had wanted to do something...but he hadn't so he was okay, right?

Cathy's hand on his thigh broke his thoughts. "It was Autumn's night to help clear the table; I'm going to help in her place because of her ankle. Can you watch Erin?" she asked. Brian replied that it wouldn't be a problem and took their daughter from Cathy's arms.

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Later that evening Brian was reading on the couch. Sandra, Nate, Kayla, Scott, and Stephanie were starting a card game over at one of the tables. Autumn hobbled into the main room and sat down next to Brian. "How's it feeling?" he asked.

She smiled. "Oh, it's still a little sore, but it's not swelling too much."

"How're you doing?" he asked, looking her in the eyes.

"I'm doing well, thanks," she said blushing. She placed her hand on his. "Thank you for what you did today, I really appreciate it." She gave his hand a squeeze and stood slowly. "I'm off to bed."

"Sleep well," Brian responded. They smiled at each other, their eyes held for a second or two longer than normal and then she turned towards the doorway. He watched as Autumn hopped through the doorway that led down the hall to the ground floor bedrooms. His eyes lingered on her slender, fair-skinned legs.

"Hey Brian," Scott yelled from across the room, "You interested in joining us?"

"Sure thing," he replied, and got up, setting his book down.

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The card game wrapped up a little before eleven that night. After "goodnights" were exchanged, Kayla and Brian headed off to their respective bedrooms. The two couples did the same. Scott and Stephanie's bedroom was upstairs, and as they climbed the stairs Scott pinched Stephanie's bum. She giggled and put her finger to her lips. "We have to be quiet, the kidoes are sleeping."

She quietly opened their bedroom door and looked in. Their children were fast asleep in their sleeping bags on the floor. Scott wrapped his arms around Stephanie from behind and kissed her neck, pressing his hips against her backside. She smiled and squirmed in his embrace.

"Not here, sweetie...the kids...," she whispered.

"Where then?" was his response.

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Nate and Sandra tip-toed past Kayla and Autumn's bedroom and past the bathroom to their room. They didn't want to wake their daughter, but the creaky floor boards and door might give them away. The house was pretty old and had thin walls and noisy floors on the ground floor. The upstairs was an addition and was a little sturdier.

Luckily for them, their daughter didn't hear them, and they slipped into the bedroom. Sandra mouthed to Nate that she was going to take a shower. Nate nodded. She grabbed her towel and her nightclothes and left for the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.

Sandra tip-toed down to the bathroom, entered, and took off her shirt and pants. She turned on the shower and decided to brush her teeth while the water heated up. She was bending over the sink rinsing out her mouth when she heard the door open. She jerked her head up, but relaxed when she saw it was Nate.

"A little jumpy?" he said smiling.

"You're awful!" she said giggling. She noticed he'd taken his shirt off, and was just wearing his boxer shorts. He closed the door behind him.

"I thought I'd join you in the shower," he said.

"Oh really...," said Sandra as she smiled and placed her right hand on his chest. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. She felt her desire go from zero to sixty in that instant and opened her mouth to his as their bodies touched. They wrapped their arms around each other as their lips came together eagerly searching for each other. "Let's get into that water...wouldn't want it to go to waste," she said between kisses.

Nate stepped back and slipped his undershorts down his legs. Sandra's eyes travelled over his smooth, muscular chest down to his solid shaft sticking out straight from the mass of curly dark hair between his masculine thighs. Sandra looked down at it, her eyes eager. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground. The small, pink nipples on her petite breasts stood out from the cool air. Nate watched her move as she pulled her pink cotton underwear down her athletic legs revealing her well formed bum and the small patch of curly hair between her thighs. The couple quickly got into the shower, letting the hot water fall over them as they resumed their embrace.

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Scott and Stephanie quietly slipped outside. It was a cool night, but they didn't need jackets. They hurried into the woods behind the house. Stephanie had a bath towel over her shoulder. Once inside the shelter and darkness of the trees they embraced, kissing, their hands travelling over each other's bodies. "It's nice to be alone after being with others all day," said Scott between kisses.

"Oh, I know what you mean, sweetie," she answered, her fingers clawing at the button on his shorts in the dark. "At least you had adults for conversation, I had everyone's kids." She undid it and pressed her hand against the growing bulge. There was a rustling in the brush near them and they paused, but realized it must be a small animal. The strangeness of it all aroused Stephanie. Sex at home for the couple took place barely once every two weeks with the kids and jobs taking up so much time. And it happened almost always in their bed after the kids had gone to sleep. This was so different, so out of the ordinary. She couldn't wait for her husband to fill her here, outside, in the woods. She wanted it badly. She moaned deeply in her throat as she felt Scott press his hand against the material of her shorts between her thighs as they kissed. She responded by pushing her hips forward against his palm.

As they kissed, Scott ran his right hand through Stephanie's dark, thick hair, tugging slightly, pulling her head back, and exposing her neck to his kisses. He gently walked her backwards a couple paces to a large, smooth, waist-high rock he could see outlined in the moonlight behind her. As Scott nibbled at her neck she felt his crotch press against hers, pressing her bottom against the rock. The feel of her body trapped between his and the rock excited Stephanie. She ran one hand through his short brown hair and the other down the back of his shorts, clenching his rear, pressing it to her.

Scott moved his hand from his wife's head down to her chest. He could feel her small breasts through her t-shirt and heard her moan as he caressed them. She gasped as he pinched a nipple through the cotton.

The both smiled at each other. "Oh God, sweetie, it's been so long...," she whispered between gasps. Her passion told Scott she was ready.

"I know...I want to fuck you so badly," he said using the obscenity that he knew would turn her on even further. Stephanie's deep brown eyes went wide with desire.

"You want it, don't you?" he replied playfully as he pushed her shorts down her long, tan legs. Scott slid his hand between her thighs, pressing them against the material of his wife's panties.

"Oh yeah, right there baby...," she gasped, her own words driving herself on. Stephanie grasped the waist of Scott's shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. She squatted down in front of him with her back against the rock. She slid his boxers down and took his hard cock in her hands. Running them down the long, thick shaft, she let her tongue flick the end of it and then took it into her mouth. She slid her lips down the length, her tongue caressing it as it went deeply into her mouth.

Scott looked down at his wife. His placed his hands on her head, his fingers pressing against her scalp through her hair. Stephanie withdrew a little and then took it all in again, sucking on it, loving the feel of it in her mouth, almost reaching back to her throat. She slowly let it slip from her mouth as she stood up. She bent over and pulled her panties down her legs and let them fall down to her sandle-clad feet. Stephanie stood before her husband, her t-shirt still on, but practically naked from the waist down.

Scott, too, let his shorts fall to his feet; his cock standing straight up under the hem of his t-shirt. The moonlight reflected off their skin. "Hand me that towel," she said to him. He picked it up off the ground and Stephanie positioned it behind her on the rock so that her bare skin wasn't on the rough stone.

Stephanie leaned back against the towel-covered rock, her hips thrust out to her husband's cock, her thighs parted. "Take me now, sweetie," she urged.

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In the shower, Sandra moaned as Nate slid his cock into her wetness. She had her back up against the wall of the shower opposite the shower head. She gasped as he pushed deeply into her. Her arms were draped over his shoulders and he slid back and forth. She loved the feel of Nate's cock slipping into her wet pussy for the first time during sex. It was like a longing being fulfilled, an ache being soothed. She felt him move back and forth slowly, the water from the shower falling onto their bodies.

Nate looked at Sandra, her eyes closed as he moved inside her. Drops of water fell from her dark brown hair, rolled down her cheeks, down her neck, over her small mounds that protruded from her chest, down to her waist, pooling a little in her navel and then down to where their bodies met, their curly public hairs collecting the water. He watched his cock slide back and forth gently and then looked back up at his wife; her eyes were open, looking at him, a slight smile on her face. She licked her upper lip.

He leaned forward and they kissed deeply. Her hands clenched his hips, pulling him to her. Sandra moaned. "God, Nate...it feels so good," she said as she arched her neck back and rested her head on the tile. He felt his feet slip a little on the shower floor. He paused.

"Here...turn around," he suggested. She turned her back to him and faced the wall, putting her hands on it for support. He moved his right hand between her legs and spread them a little and then guided his shaft between them and entered her from behind. He was slow at first but then pushed hard. His wife moaned loudly.

Nate began to thrust into her, his pelvic region slapping against her ass. He reached his right hand around Sandra's side and, finding her nipple, pinched it playfully. She gasped and moaned with pleasure.

Sandra felt the intense pleasure growing between her legs, spreading down her thighs. Her moans grew more frequent. "Oh yes...," she moaned. "Yes, oh...Nate..."

Nate's breathing came quicker. He could tell he was getting closer. He thrust his hips quicker and harder, his body slapping against Sandra's.

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In the bedroom next door, Autumn lay awake in bed. She had been sleeping but Kayla's entrance had woken her. She had heard Nate or Sandra turn on the shower in the bathroom through the walls. She then realized it wasn't just one of them, but both. The sounds of lovemaking weren't difficult to identify. While she definitely thought Nate was attractive, she didn't like to think of her sister and Nate having sex, but it was unavoidable. She could hear occasional grunts and moans. She pictured Sandra and Nate in an embrace, under the water, kissing each other. She again felt loneliness mixed with desire come over her. She wanted that too. She imagined Nate on top of her in her bed, his body pressing down on hers, her legs spread. As she fantasized, the image of Nate turned into an image of Brian.