In his Cabin – A Dad’s Best Friend Romance

 

Jess looked at Alice Brearley as she stood at the head of the class. Alice was the kind of woman all the female students were jealous of. She was highly intelligent, already a senior lecturer at just thirty-five. She had dark shoulder length hair and large breasts, the kind male students drooled over. Alice's ass was so perfect even Jess had found herself standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom wondering if she could compete.

''That's it for today,'' Alice said. ''Don't forget to hand in your midterm papers by Tuesday next.''

Jess got up from her chair and looked across at Sophie. They grinned at each other. ''She's seeing someone,'' Sophie said as they walked down the locker-lined corridor.

''What makes you say that?'' Jess said.

''The smile on her face. Alice Brearley has got such a wide smile on her face; she's definitely getting it, and getting it good.''

Jess and Sophie always talked about Alice when they left their Friday lecture. Jess guessed it was because Alice was what both of them aspired to be. Smart, intelligent, successful and perfectly formed.

''Do you want to get a coffee?'' Sophie asked as they walked out of the cool corridor into the heat of the day.

''No thanks, I'm meeting Jake by the statue.''

''You and Jake are quite an item, aren't you?'' Sophie observed. She was small, and a little plump, and she knew she wasn't capable of getting such a man. ''Wedding bells?'' she asked.

Jess laughed. ''Maybe, one day.''

''Really?'' Sophie hadn't expected such an honest answer. ''Do you love him so much?''

''I love him very much indeed. He's a great guy,'' Jess said proudly.

Sophie looked at Jess. Jess had a perfect body. A flat stomach and long slender legs. Throw in a firm behind, shoulder length blonde hair and a perfectly formed chest and Sophie wanted to cry. ''Wow, I didn't realize you two were so......''

''Close?'' Jess said. ''Yes, we are. Look, there he is,'' she said enthusiastically as they rounded the corner.

''He's a really nice looking guy,” Sophie said.

''Yes, he is isn't he. Do you know, when I first met him I didn't think he was at all good looking? But now, well, he's gorgeous.''

''Hi Jake,'' Sophie said when they arrived at the statue. Jake ignored her and looked at Jess.

''See you around,'' Sophie added as she walked in the same direction Mike had a few moments earlier.

Jess sat down next to Jake and took his hand. ''Phew that was a hellish lecture. I'm exhausted,'' she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. ''I really need to get some studying done in the next couple of weeks. The work seems to be piling up faster than I can learn it.'' When Jake didn't say anything, she looked at him. Are you alright?'' she asked, putting her hand to his forehead and wiping away a few drops of perspiration. ''It's so darn hot isn't it?'' she observed. Jake sighed and looked down at his feet. ''Jake what is it? You're acting weird?''

''I want to talk to you,'' he looked at her. Her pretty face covered in concern.

''What, are you ill?'' She threw her hair back away from her face.

''No, I'm fine. Jess, I want to take it a little easier.''

Jess didn't know what he meant. ''Well you have been studying hard and all that jogging you do, it's probably worn you out.''

''No. I'm not tired. I mean us.''

Jess's heart rate began to increase. ''What about us?'' she asked fidgeting with her bracelet.

''I want to take it a bit easier.''

''Jesus Jake, I don't know what you're trying to say. Do you want to leave me?''

What Jake wanted was what a lot of men want. To be able to bang someone else and have their long term partner as the rock they rely on. ''No I.......I don't know. I mean it's all a bit.......''

''You are, aren't you?'' Jess felt a lump come into her throat. ''You don't want me anymore. Jesus, you're finishing with me.'' She put her hand over her mouth in disbelief.

''I just want to take it a bit easier,'' he said again.

''You bastard. What does that mean, take it easier?'' she mimicked him. ''If you loved me you wouldn't be saying this to me. I thought we were good together.''

Jake looked at her eyes, full of tears. He hated himself, but he knew he was too weak to resist the lust Alice's perfect body awoke in him. ''I feel pressure to...''

''Pressure? To what? I have never made any demands of you in all the time we have been together.'' The first tear escaped and rolled over her cheek. ''I have done nothing but give you my love, unconditionally, and you know that.'' There was a hint of anger in her voice.

Jake was pleased she was getting angry, It would make his task easier. ''I don't want you anymore Jess. I want my freedom.''

His words hit her like a freight train. Three years of intense feeling, shared happiness and love were being wrenched from her in a flash. What did he mean? Surely he was confused. Perhaps if she gave him some time, he would come round. Her mind fired one question after another, more than she had answers to. ''Alright,'' she heard herself say. It's not what she'd wanted to say. She wanted to go home with him and make love, stroke his face and tell him how much she loved him. But now, her world in tatters, all she could do was agree to let him go. ''So sudden,'' she sobbed, shaking her head.

''I'm sorry. Do you want me to call Sophie? Will you be alright?''

''What I want is for you to get the hell out of my way,'' she said, aiming a blow at his chest.

''Okay, I'm going.'' He stood up and put his hand on her shoulder.

''Get the f..,'' she cried, thrusting his arm from her. ''Just go.''

She sat under the statue for what seemed like hours, staring into space. She was stunned. It had been the last thing she'd expected to happen. Jake and Jess, it had such a lovely rhyme to it. It rolled so easily off the tongue. Everyone called them the two J's.

She wanted to stand up and go, but she couldn't. She wondered how she would put one foot in front of the other. She heard the clock in the tower above the main entrance strike, three, four and five pm, but she didn't care.

''Jess, what the hell?'' Sophie said trotting toward her. ''How long have you been sitting here?''

Jess shook her head. ''Don’t know.''

''Jake called me. He's worried about you.'' She sat down next to Jess and took her hand.

Worried? How could he be worried? He'd made it perfectly plain he didn't care for her anymore. Why his pretend worry? ''He's ended it.'' she sobbed.

''I know, he told me.'' Sophie squeezed Jess's hand. ''I'm so sorry. Really sorry.''

''I feel so........empty.''

Sophie wanted to tell her that she'd get over it, but she knew Jess wouldn't feel that way so soon after. ''Come with me, to my place. A shower, something to eat and bed, that's what you need now.''

*****

 

Jess checked her makeup in the rear-view mirror. It was the first time she'd worn makeup since the day Jake had dumped her. The roads weren't busy, and she'd made remarkably good time so far.

After Jake had dumped her, she had been very depressed, for weeks. The deaths of all her grandparents put together hadn't caused her as much pain as Jake. In an effort to forget things, she'd decided to take herself on vacation. She needed peace and quiet. Somewhere to think. She was also painfully aware that since she'd split with Jake, she hadn't done any college work. She'd promised herself she would study each morning.

The cabin she'd found on the internet looked ideal. It was secluded, only a day's drive from Seattle. Her old Fiat was crammed full of supplies, clothes and study books, and as she drove along the freeway, she sang along to a few well-chosen songs. When 'I Will Survive,' by Gloria Gaynor played, she sang at the top of her voice and thumped the steering wheel to the beat. She worked herself up into quite an aggressive frenzy, and she wished she had some heavy metal with her.

She left the freeway at a sign for Evansville, and as she followed the road it began to get narrower and steeper. She slowed down, taking each corner carefully. She didn't want to meet a truck at speed on one of the bends. At one point the road became so steep, she was worried her old car wouldn't make it. Her dad had given her the car as a present for doing so well at school. ''It's not a new car because you're an inexperienced driver,'' he'd told her. ''But it'll get you from A to B, just fine.''

She reached a fork in the road and stopped to look at the instructions she'd written down. 'Left at the junction marked Marshall's Cave' she read. She turned left and followed the road over a plateau before it began to climb again.

''You're joking. No, stop,'' she shouted when she saw steam bellowing out of the front of the Italian vehicle. She stopped and released the hood catch. When she lifted the hood, there was steam everywhere. When most of the steam had blown away, she saw a steady trickle of water running from the radiator. ''Do I really deserve this,'' she shouted to the sky. Her voice echoed back from the cliff face across the road.

''Hi, is that AB breakdown service?'' she asked.

'Yes,'' a gruff voice confirmed.

''I've broken down. Do you think you can come out and fix my car?'' There was a long silence, and Jess looked at her cell phone to make sure there was still a connection. There was.

''Where?''

She didn't know exactly. ''Er........''

''I can't come and get you unless I know where you are,'' he said.

Yes, obviously, you half-wit, she thought. ''Sure. Just give me a second.'' She reached into the car and took out her map and instructions. ''I turned left at a signpost for Marshall's Cave a few miles back.''

''And did you get there yet?''

''Where?''

''To Marshall's Cave?''

''What is it exactly?''

''A village. Where our garage is,'' he said.

''No. I didn't reach the village yet.''

''Then you'll be between the sign and the village,'' he concluded.

Jess shook her head. ''Sherlock Holmes the second,'' she muttered.

''What was that?''

“I just said, that's right.''

''Well stay put and I'll come and get you.''

''Thank you.'' Jess closed her phone.

She sat on the fender and looked around her. She was in very rugged countryside. To the left of the road were pine trees and to the right, a sheer cliff face, stretching up for about sixty yards. Real mountain country she thought. As time went by, she wondered if the breakdown service would reach her before dark. Surely it couldn't be so far to the village.

After an hour, she heard the rumble of a heavy vehicle up ahead. After a few seconds, she saw it rounding the corner. It was an old truck, covered in rust, with a platform and a winch at the rear. When it pulled up, the driver got out. She could tell by the voice it was the same man she'd spoken to on the phone. He was well over six feet, and Jess thought maybe two hundred and fifty pounds. He was too fat to wear a belt; his brown pants were held up by red suspenders. They matched his ginger hair and beard. He rolled the cigarette he was smoking from one side of his mouth to the other, and she saw how black his teeth were.

''Fiat. Not surprised you broke down. That ain't a car for mountains,'' he said as she peered under the hood. ''Bust radiator,'' he concluded. ''I'll have to take you back to the village on the truck.''

''Do you think you'll be able to fix it today?'' she asked, anxious to continue her journey.

''No, tomorrow.'' It's too late now. By the time we get back, it'll be time to go fishing.''

Blissful, she thought. ''Is there somewhere to stay in the village?'' she asked.

''Yes, a good motel. It'll be fine for a night.''

He positioned his truck in front of Jess's car and pulled it up a ramp and onto the back of his truck. ''Jump up, next to me,'' he said when he was finished. Jess had thought she would be able to sit in her car. ''You can't sit in your car, it's too dangerous. In the cab next to me,'' he said. She climbed in through the passenger door and sat on the seat. Inside it smelled of grease, cigarettes, and stale sweat.

It was twenty miles to the village, and it took them forty minutes. The further they drove, the more spectacular the scenery became. ''Were are you from?'' he asked.

''Seattle, I'm a student. Law.''

''Ah I studied law.'' She looked at him in disbelief. ''Don't believe me?''

''Er.....you just seem to be so suited to what you are doing now,'' she said.

''Well, I'm a law graduate. But it's an awful subject. It's much nicer staying up here in the mountains, helping young women in distress.'' She felt him look at her legs which were bronzed and shiny.

''Yes, I'm sure you're much happier here,'' she said.

''Where are you going?''

''To a cabin seventy miles away. For a small vacation.''

She felt him looking at her, this time, her top. She wished she'd put on a T-shirt and not a vest. She felt suddenly very vulnerable.

''Well, when we get to Marshall's Cave, I'll take you to the Motel and show you to your room. If you need a bit of company I could...''

''No I'll be fine, thanks,'' she said, trying to discourage him.

The truck rumbled up the mountain slowly. Too slowly for Jess. She wanted to get to the Motel out of this guy’s way.

''What's your name?'' he asked.

''Jess.''

''I'm Brian.''

''Where did you study law, Brian?'' Jess wasn't really interested but thought that asking him questions might stop him looking at her.

''Bethel Business School.''

''Business School? How did you study law there?''

''Er..... So what's a lady doing going on vacation alone?''

She knew he'd lied to her about his law degree. Why pretend. Insecurity, she thought. ''I'm not going to be alone,'' she lied.

''Ah. Pity, I could have visited you.''

''Listen, Brian, it's very kind of you, but I just want to be left alone, okay.''

His eyes narrowed as he looked across at her. ''I was only trying to be friendly, that's all.'' He swept his hand over his long ginger hair and spat out of the open window. ''I didn't mean anything by it.''

Jess was relieved when she finally saw a house and then another. They drove into the village which appeared to be built a single road. She saw a cafe, a grocery, and a hairdressers before Brian pulled into a yard littered with wrecked cars. ''This is it,'' he said enthusiastically.

When Jess jumped out of the truck, she saw a huge Doberman bouncing towards her. ''Brian.....'' she shouted.

''Bonsai, leave,'' he told the dog. Jess let out a long slow breath when the dog obeyed and decided to cock its leg on the truck instead.

''Where's the Motel?'' she asked, impatient to get out of his way.

''Half a mile that way,'' he pointed.

''I just need some things from the car, and then I'll leave you to it and come back tomorrow.''

''I'll have the car off the truck in a moment. What do you need from it?''

''Just overnight things.''

He looked at her and stroked his beard. ''Clean underwear,'' he said, a hint of smut in his voice.

''Just get the car down,'' she said impatiently. When he did, she grabbed a bag and a bottle of water and headed out of the yard. The village came to an end before Jess saw a motel. Half a mile he'd said. She decided to walk a bit further as the road ahead bent off to the right. Maybe it's round the corner, she thought.

It was and when Jess saw it, her heart sank. There was nothing pleasant about it at all. Built in the fifties, it consisted of a square building, with a row of rooms to the left and right. A few of them were boarded up. Who stays here, she wondered? She saw herself waking in the middle of the night covered in bites from whatever bugs were sure to be in the rooms. ''Jesus,'' she said when she realized that she had no choice.

''Room for one,'' the old man said, beads of sweat covering his forehead. The reception room had a flat roof and inside it was like an oven. It also smelled of dogs.

''Er.....yes, thanks. Why are some of the rooms boarded up? she asked.

''Old crime scenes,'' he replied.

''Excuse me, but what does that mean?''

''It means that at some point in the past, something untoward has happened in one of the rooms, and the police needed to investigate.''

''But surely, you would reopen them?''

''You don't know the local cops,'' He said flicking his hand across his forehead. ''When they search a room, they trash everything. I can't afford the repairs.''

''What kind of untoward events have happened here?'' she asked.

''Someone was murdered in one of the rooms and in another, they caught a drug dealer.''

Jess looked at the man and decided she would rather sleep rough in the woods than in his motel. ''It's okay, thanks,'' she said when he handed her a key. ''I've changed my mind.'' He nodded as if she wasn't the first guest to have changed their mind. She would walk back into the village and ask at the grocery store. There was bound to be a bed and breakfast not far away. When she walked out of the Motel, she saw a sign on the road she hadn't noticed before. ''Coombe Hill - 2 Miles. Uncle Jimmy, she thought.

''Dad,'' she shouted into her cellphone. It was a poor reception.

''Honey. What's up?''

''I've broken down.'' She realized she hadn't spoken to her father for a while, and he had no idea where she was.

''Where are you?''

''I rented a cabin for a few days, and I was on my way there, but the radiator in the car broke, and I'm stranded near a place called Coombe Hill. Doesn't Uncle Jimmy have a cabin there?''

''Near Coombe Hill? Yes, he does. You went there once when you were little.''

''There's a motel here, it's awful. Do you think Uncle Jimmy would mind if I stayed in his cabin for a night until the car is fixed?''

''I'll call him and ask, but I'm sure it will be okay.''

Jess put her bag on the grass verge and sat on it. After a few minutes, her father called back.

''I can't reach Jimmy. But take it from me, it'll be fine.''

''Great. How do I get in?''

''There's always a key under the watering can to the left of the front door. Listen, get a cab and tell the driver you want to go to the cabin at Water Creek, Coombe Hill. I hope you'll be okay.''

Jess looked down the road and saw Brian's truck coming towards her. ''I'll be fine dad. Thanks. I'll call you when I get there, okay?''

''Sure, honey,'' he hung up.

Brian stopped the truck and leaned out of the window. ''Don't like the motel?'' he asked.

''It's not very inviting. I've found somewhere else.''

''Need a ride? There aren't any taxis around here.''

Brian reminded her of the sort of man that plays hilly-billy bad men, in cheap movies. He would be perfectly cast as a rapist or a serial killer. ''Do you know where Water Creek is?'' she asked, concluding that she had little choice.

''Sure do.''

As he drove away, she felt him looking at her again. Not just a lustful glance, the kind of look she was used to from men, but a lurid, languid stare that invaded her.

''How far is it?'' she asked.

''Five minutes,'' he said. She was happy it was not longer.

He slowed down and turned the truck into a lane to the left of the highway. It was dry, and she closed the window as the dust kicked up. After a few hundred yards the road entered a wood and began to descend towards a lake. Jess could see the lake at the bottom of the road, and she could see a cabin next to it.

''Why are you stopping?'' she asked as he slowed. He didn't reply. When he switched the engine off, Jess decided it was time to run. She didn't trust him, and she didn't like the way he was looking at her. She threw the truck door open and jumped out, but she forgot her bag and had to climb up to reach it. When she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her from the truck, she screamed. A few birds flew from the trees and somewhere a fox called out.

''Come on Jess, you're so pretty, you know you want it,'' he said nuzzling his hairy, sweat covered face, into her neck. She stamped on his foot, but he was wearing steel toe caps, and it hurt her more. Jess was young and fit, but he had a massive weight advantage, and he was able to manhandle her with ease. When he threw her against the front of the truck, he almost knocked her unconscious. Just as he was about to put his oil-stained hands onto her breasts, somebody shouted.

''Leave her alone or I'll blow your dumb ass brains out,'' he said as he let off the safety catch on his rifle. Brian looked at the man, backed away, and put his hands up.

''Are you okay, Miss?'' he asked.

''Yes, just a bit breathless.''

''Get in your truck and go and if I ever see you again, I'll shoot you. Is that clear?'' Brian nodded as he pulled his huge frame into the truck.

''Uncle Jimmy?'' Jess had been studying his face. Her father hadn't been able to reach him, and she hadn't thought he would be at the cabin.

''Jess? Jess,'' he hugged her. Now he knew it was his best friends daughter; he wanted to put a bullet between Brian's eyes, but he decided he would deal with him later. ''My God, I haven't seen you for years,'' he tried to think when the last time had been. ''It must have been ten years. What are you doing here? In the middle of nowhere.''

''Make me a cup of tea and I'll tell you,'' she said.

As they walked down the hill, he put his arm around her shoulder, and she put her arm around his waist. ''He would have raped me if you hadn't been there,'' she concluded.

''Perhaps, I'll sort him out later. We still have to get your car back. Don't you worry about him anymore.''

They arrived at the cabin, and it was just as Jess had remembered it. It was built of pine logs and had a veranda around it. It had a slate roof and a chimney made of local stone. She remembered the view over the lake, and she remembered the small wooden jetty that they had use to dive off when they'd swum.

''Come in,'' Jimmy said opening the glazed door.

''Oh it's beautiful,'' she gasped, looking around the interior.

''Well, I do my best to keep it nice.'' It was open plan and consisted of a kitchen, dining and lounge areas. On the floor, there was a large red rug and the walls were decorated with pictures Jimmy had taken of wildlife in the area. ''Sit down,'' he pointed to a leather sofa. Jess slumped onto it and sighed. ''So what brings you here?'' he asked, lighting the stove.

''I rented a cabin about sixty miles from here and I was on my way there for a short vacation, but my car broke down and left me stranded in Marshall's Cave.'' She watched a goose land on the lake. ''I remembered you had a cabin here, and I called dad to see if I could spend a night here. I'm really sorry I didn't know you were here. I didn't mean to intrude.''

Jimmy popped his head around the corner. ''Intrude? You’re the daughter of the best friend I've ever had. Why do you think you would be intruding?''

''I don't know. He told me where the key was, I thought you might be angry. It feels like I'm using you.'' He came from the kitchen and put two chunky mugs on the table in front of the sofa.

''Nonsense. Now let's have a look at you.'' He stood back and looked at her. When he did, he regretted it. That was the kind of thing one said to a young kid or your mother after you hadn't seen them for a long time. It wasn't the kind of thing you said to a buxom young woman who oozed sex appeal. He remembered her platted hair, her round glasses and the awful iron braces she'd had to wear. Now all he saw was the most beautiful face imaginable, a vest hardly able to conceal its luscious contents, and a pair of short shorts from which two long shapely legs protruded. He dropped his eyes, embarrassed to look at her anymore.

''Uncle Jimmy, you look great,'' she said.

''Let's drop the uncle, shall we? You don't have to call me that, now you're an adult. I mean, I'm not your uncle.''

''Okay. But do you know, you look great. Why haven't you got a wife? You could get anyone you wanted.''

''Ah,'' he sighed. ''I’d rather keep to myself? I’m shy?''

''You? Shy? I don't believe it.''

He went to get the tea. ''Men can be shy, you know,'' he shouted as he took the kettle from the stove. Another goose landed on the water, irritating the one that had landed there a few moments ago.

''Sure they can. But you? I always thought you were a man for the ladies. A man without fear.''

''Well, last time you saw me you were just a kid. Perhaps your knowledge of men wasn't that good then.'' They both laughed.

''Maybe not. It's not that good now,'' she said.

He sensed a moment of sadness as he came with a teapot and a plate of cookies. ''Why do you say that?''

''Because I was with a guy for years and I trusted him. I thought we would get married.''

''And?''

''I found out he was cheating on me, with a college tutor.''

''Well then, he's plainly an asshole. I mean who could refuse a woman like you?'' He said it to lift her spirits but realized he was doing something he shouldn't be. Flirting with her.

''Uncle Jimmy,'' she said in mock surprise. He was tall and muscular; he'd always been like that. He still had a full head of dark hair, now with a hint of gray. His eyes were still vivid blue, and his faded jeans made his legs look long and slender. Maybe he had a few more lines on his forehead, but his face was still lean and attractive. ''Are you lonely?'' she asked, taking a cookie.

''I've never thought about it.''

''But you're in your forties and still not settled. You deserve to be. You'd make a great husband.''

''How do you know?'' he asked curiously.

''Because you're hot.''

He laughed. ''You're just like your mom,'' he said.

''And how was she?''

''Sorry, I didn't' mean to....''

''I was tiny when she died. I never really knew her, so I don't get upset by talking about her. These cookies are good,'' she said, taking a second.

''Your mom was like you, very beautiful. Far too beautiful for your father,'' he chuckled. ''She was forthright and honest, and a wonderfully warm woman.''

''You and dad ought to go and find a wife each. What's the fun in living alone?''

''None, but I suppose you get used to it. Your father and I go bowling each week and sink a few beer together on Friday evenings.''

''But Uncle Jimmy, sorry Jimmy. That's yawn, yawn, BORING. You need to put some oil in the engine and get moving. If you and dad went to a club or two, you'd be surprised how many women would throw themselves at you.''

Jimmy laughed at her enthusiasm. Her eyes opened wide as she spoke and he could see she meant what she said. ''Now there's a thought. Women on their knees begging us to dance with them.''

''They would do,'' Jess said. ''You and dad are good men, far better than a lot of scumbags,'' she was reminded of Jake and fell silent.

Jimmy finished his tea and looked out over the lake. The sun was beginning to set over the trees on the far bank, but it was still very warm. ''You've had a hell of a day. Why don't you go for a swim?'' he asked.''

''That's a great idea,'' Jess said. ''It's years since I swam in a lake. Oh, but I haven't got a costume.''

''Underwear or in the buff. I promise I won't look,'' he said. But Jimmy knew exactly that he would sneak in a peek. How could he not look at her young body, her rounded ask, her perky tits. A man can look, right? But no. Jess was his best friend’s daughter. It would be wrong.

''Yes. I think I will,'' Jess said.

The cabin had two bedrooms and Jimmy showed her to a single room with a bed, dressing table and chair. ''Make yourself at home here. I'll get you a bath towel.''

''You've always worn that scent haven't you?'' Jess said.

''I guess so. Don't you like it?''

Jess did like it. It reminded her of when she was younger. Days when she, Jimmy, and the dad had swum and cooked sausages on the outside grill. ''It reminds me of nice times.''

Jimmy went into the room and sat on the sofa, in the spot where Jess had sat. He picked up a copy of 'Fishing Today', and flicked through the pages, not concentrating on anything in particular. His pupils expanded when Jess came into the room, ready for her swim. She was wrapped in the bath towel, but her legs were exposed. He told himself he shouldn't be looking, but he couldn't help it. It had been a long time since he'd seen women's legs and he'd never seen legs as long, smooth and shapely as Jess's. Her golden hair was tied up in a bun, and he marveled at how she'd developed from the young kid he'd known, into a drop dead gorgeous woman.

''Will it be very cold?'' she asked.

''No I don't think so. It's been darn hot recently. Jump in, don't think about it.''

''Okay, here goes.'' Jess walked through the door, from the veranda, and onto the path that led to the jetty. When she got to the jetty, she let the towel slip and started to stretch her muscles. Jimmy didn't want to look, but he couldn't help himself. She was perfectly formed. Her behind was shapely yet trim, and the way her hips curved to her waist was more feminine than anything he'd ever seen.

She bent and touched her toes. He slapped his face and dropped his eyes to the magazine. ''Stop it,'' he said. ''She's Charly’s daughter for God's sake. Behave.'' When he looked up again, she was standing with her legs together and her arms over her head. He could see the outline of her ribs and the muscles in her abdomen. His brain forced his eyes to her makeshift bikini top, a black bra. The sight of her breasts straining against the material as she arched her back was too much for him. He stood up, went into the bathroom, and splashed his face with cold water. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he shook his head. ''Pervert,'' he muttered.

When he went back into the room, he heard Jess shouting something. He opened the door. ''Jimmy, come in, the water's perfect.'' After the cold water, he felt more in control and decided he would go for a dip. He went to his room, pulled on some swimming shorts and threw a towel over his shoulders.

When she saw him walking down the jetty, she looked at him as a woman, for the first time. His stomach was flat and his biceps muscular. His long, lean legs were covered with fine dark hair, and his chest was broad. When her eyes looked at the bulge in his shorts, she dropped below water and scolded herself. When she popped back up, he wasn't there anymore. She looked around and saw him appear a few yards further up. He swam back to her and stopped next to her.

''It's lovely, isn't it,'' she said. ''So serene, beautiful.''

''It's such a great summer, there's nothing better than an evening swim. Come on let's swim around a bit.'' He set off, and Jess followed. They swam a gentle breast stroke that took them to the far bank. Jimmy got out of the water and stood on a tiny beach. Jess followed. They stood next to each other and looked back over the water to the cabin.

''When we get back you'd better call your dad and tell him you're okay,'' he said.

''Do you think he'll mind?'' she asked.

''About what?''

''Well...'' she thought how best to put it. ''I mean me staying here alone, with you.''

''I'm his best friend. You don't think he'll be worried about me trying anything with you, do you? We've known each other for years, he knows I'd never touch his daughter.''

''Yes. Of course. How stupid of me. Sorry, I'm embarrassed now.''

He looked at her. Despite the cooling air, her face was indeed flushed. ''Come on, race you back,'' he said running to the water. He beat her back to the jetty, but only just. They were both out of breath as they pulled themselves up the jetty ladder, with difficulty.

''My legs are shaking,'' Jess said as they walked up the path to the cabin.

''You need a shower, a glass of wine and something to eat.''

After her shower, Jess felt relaxed. Jimmy poured her a glass of red wine, and she sat on the sofa and watched him light the fire. ''It's not cold, but I love a fire,'' he said.

After ten minutes, there was a superb aroma coming from the kitchen. ''What are you cooking?'' she asked.

''Fresh fish, I caught it this morning. From the lake.''

''Smells delicious,'' she said taking a gulp of wine. ''You know you really are a clever man. You can do everything.''

In a while, he appeared again with a bowl of fish, rice, and salad. As they ate, they were silent. The food was too good to interrupt. Jess put her knife and fork down on the dining table. ''Wonderful,' she said. She stretched, and as she did, her breasts pushed towards him. She saw him looking and smiled. ''I'll do the dishes,'' she said.

''Let's do them together.''

''Okay. Maybe I can have another glass of wine?'' He poured her a second glass, and they walked into the kitchen. He stood next to her and watched as her fingers played with the soap suds. He noticed how elegant her nails looked. He'd always had a thing for elegant nails; he'd never known why. She put the first plate in the drying rack, and he picked it up and began to rub it with a tea towel. As he did so, he could smell her scent. A mixture of her skin and the scent she had used after showering. Her hair was still damp and hung seductively to her shoulders. Stop it, you bastard,'' he thought. Behave yourself.

When they were finished, they sat on the sofa again and watched the lake as the light faded into darkness. Soon the room was only lit by the fire. Jimmy jumped when he felt Jess lower her head to his shoulder. It was just a father-daughter thing, he thought. An expression of affection, nothing more.

''Jimmy, will you please make love to me?''

An arrow through the head. A request that he'd hoped would never come, yet longed for. ''Jesus Jess. We can't. It's not right.''

''But you want to. I saw you looking at me during dinner. You couldn't take your eyes off my breasts.''

''I'm a man Jess, and you've grown up into a beautiful woman. I'm sorry, I should have more self-control.'' He felt her hand on his knee. ''Sorry, it won't happen again.''

''But I like it,'' she admitted. ''I like you looking at me. It turned me on. I like to be desired.''

''Hell Jess, stop.” Jimmy jumped up, and she could see he had a full erection. “It's not right. You're young enough to be my daughter, and I can’t do it to your dad. Imagine what he would say if he found out.''

She reached out and tried to touch the protrusion in his pants. ''But he never will.'' She opened her robe and showed her breasts to him. ''Look what you can have, Jimmy. I want you. What's the big deal?''

''Stop it. The big deal is you’re my best friend's daughter. It's wrong.''

Jess closed her robe and sat back on the sofa. He was right, she thought. It was the wine. ''Sorry Jimmy, I'm a bit drunk.''

When Jimmy went to bed, his cock was still rock hard. He wondered whether thinking of her, as he masturbated, was wrong. He gripped his hand around his dick, so wide that the tips of his thumb and middle fingers hardly touched.

He closed his eyes and pictured Jess’s perfect, young body. Her breast were perky and perfect, her pussy totally shaven, the slit smiling at him. Jimmy imagined licking her slit, parting her with his tongue. He would run it slowly up to her clitoris and she would throw her head back and sigh.

Jimmy opened his eyes and glanced towards the door. What if she came in here and caught him jacking off? But he relaxed, his hand slowly sliding up and down his cock, it’s head purple and eager. He imagined his cock inside of Jess’s wet snatch. Her walls squeezing him and he tightened his grip. Up and down, he slid his hand along the length of his cock. His hard on was epic and his breath quickened. It wouldn’t be long before his abdomen hardened and his balls tightened with the anticipation of coming.

He glanced at the door once more. This was so wrong, he thought. How can I masturbate while I fantasize about my best friend’s daughter? Oh, but it felt so good. How could it be wrong. He wanted to fuck her until her legs shook.

But Jimmy finally decided it was wrong. It took more self-control than he'd ever needed, to stop himself. But he managed it. His erection finally went down by the time he fell asleep.

When he woke the next morning, the problem was still there, and he knew he should have relieved his desire the previous evening. He turned his face into the pillow and groaned.

Jess didn't appear from her room and after a couple of hours, so he went to the lake for a swim.

After powering through the water, Jimmy came back from the lake feeling no better than he had done when he'd gone there. Normally a swim refreshed him, sharpened the brain. But he felt strangely numb.

He opened the door to his room He paused. Something stirred in his room.

The rustle of sheets. A gasp. Jess.

And there she was. On his bed. Naked. Masturbating. She didn’t acknowledge his presence, one hand pleasuring her clit, the other with her fingers deep inside her. Her back was arched, her head tilted back against his pillow. He didn’t know what to do. Either tell her to get out or replace her fingers with his hard cock. So he just watched, back against the door, his 12-inch erection trying to burst through the towel.

Jess’s breaths became moans. Gentle at first, but then louder until she fingered herself harder and faster and groaned with the force of her orgasm. Jimmy swallowed. Thoughts of what he should or shouldn’t do were long gone. He wanted to be inside her, to make her come with the ramming of his cock.

And then Jess sat up. She had a cheeky smile across her lips. “Oops. Caught me,” she said. She leant back on the bed. “You coming?”

Jimmy moved instinctively, his hard cock leading the way. He paused at the edge of the bed. A moment of doubt.

''Feel me,'' she said, rising to her knees. She took his hand and lowered it to her wet pussy. ''I'm naked. I've been waiting for you,'' she said. ''Feel how I want you.''

''Jesus,'' he moaned. ''Jess, I....I,''

''Feel me, feel my desire. Jimmy, fuck me.''

She pulled at the towel from him, letting it fall to the ground. She felt him shiver when her hand stroked his smooth chest.

''No. I can't. This isn't...'' She lowered her face so close to him. ''Jess, this isn't fair. I can't......''

She rubbed her hand over his bulge and pulled the front of his shorts down.

''But you want it, don't you. Look, you're hard.''

He moaned. ''Yes. But it's not right.''

She didn't reply. Her mouth encased him, sending him to another place where it didn't matter who she was, nor that she was so much younger than him.

Her mouth around his cock felt so good. But he couldn’t concentrate, thoughts of Jess’s dad killing him distracted him from what should have been the best fucking blow job he’d ever been given.

Without warning, he pulled his cock out of Jess’s mouth. “No. This is not going to happen.”

*****

Jimmy wanted Jess so bad. But there was no way he was going to fuck his best friend’s daughter. There was only one thing to do – ask her to leave his house. There’d be no temptation if she weren’t around. Now he just had to tell her.

Later that afternoon, Jimmy knocked on her door. She opened it, and he saw she'd been studying. ''I've made you a cup of coffee,” he said handing her a mug.

''Thanks. I'm trying to catch up on some college work. I'm way behind. It's what I intended to do this vacation.''

But she looked so beautiful and innocent sitting there studying. Where would she go? He needed to help her, to keep her safe. Suddenly he forgot what he wanted to talk to her about.

''Sure. Then I won't disturb you anymore. Just give me a shout if you need anything.''

Jimmy went fishing for an hour and caught nothing. When he came back, Jess still hadn't left her room. When she eventually did, she was wearing the bath towel again. She smiled at him without speaking. She left the cabin headed for the lake. He watched as she dropped the towel and started her stretching exercises again. The sight of her bending forward was too much for him, and he growled in frustration. Her legs opened seductively, and she pushed her ass out. Was she doing it on purpose? he wondered. He stood up and adjusted his pants. Once again he went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. ''What the hell,'' he said.

When she saw him striding down the jetty, she could see he was coming for more than a swim. She trod water and watched as he dived into the lake. She wondered if the water slapping against his erection had been painful. When he surfaced, he was next to her. He reached out and pulled her to him, his penis pushing against her soft thigh.

''No, Jimmy. We decided it was wrong. Let's keep to that.''

''Hell Jess, you are so hot, I can't stand it. I want you. The sight of your body, on the jetty, stretching, it's made me so hard, you can't imagine.''

''I can feel it,'' she admitted.

''Then touch me, Jess, touch it.'' He tried to steer her hand to his cock.

''No, Jimmy,'' she cried. She kicked away and began to swim to the far bank, as they had done the previous evening. He followed, but when she got out of the water, he stayed in the lake. She knew why; he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore. Jess sat on the sand and looked at him as he bobbed up and down twenty yards from her. Her attention was caught by a bird that flew quite close to her, and when she looked again, Jimmy was gone. She stood up and looked. He was almost halfway back to the jetty. She stayed where she was and watched as he climbed the ladder and walked back to the cabin.

She walked into the water and swam slowly, enjoying the coolness against her skin. When she reached the jetty, she pulled herself up the ladder and stopped to catch her breath. When she looked towards the cabin, she saw him looking out of the window.

She stood erect and looked directly at him. Her hands slipped around her back and unfastened her bra. She pushed the straps from her shoulders and let her breasts spring free. She put her arms back by her side and stood there, for his inspection. He remained at the window but didn't move. She reached to her panties and slowly began to lower them over the thighs. When they reached her knees, she let them go and stood upright again. Jimmy watched as she kicked the material into the water, determined not to leave the cabin. She turned her back to him, spread her legs slightly and bent down to touch her toes. When she looked back between her legs, she smiled as she saw him running down the path towards her, his penis swinging back and forth in front of him. She remained in the same position, and when he reached her, he bent down behind her and put his mouth to her pussy.

''It's wrong, Jess. So wrong,'' he moaned, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.

''Yes, but...'' She turned to him and pulled him to his feet. ''Kiss me,'' she said, thrusting her mouth against his. His tongue darted into her, tasting her, feeling the smoothness of her inner cheeks. His excitement pushed against her, and she reached down for it. He threw his head back and shuddered. She dropped to her knees, ready to take him in her mouth.

''No,'' he said. ''No, that's not right. I don't want you kneeling before me like that. I want to fuck you.''

''Then take me to your bed,'' she whispered. He caught her when she jumped up. He carried her back to the cabin, her arms around his neck and her legs around his trunk, his penis tantalizingly close to the soft place it sought.

In the bedroom, he slung her from him, onto the bed. ''I'm sorry Jess, I can't help it. You're like a goddess.''

Jess laughed. ''Why are you apologizing, get down here and take me.''

It was enough for Jimmy. No more of this “it’s wrong.” He was going to take her. He was going to fuck her – and fuck her hard.

He stood there at the edge of the bed and took in Jess’s beautiful naked body. It was time. He dropped his swimmers and stepped out of them. His cock sprung free, wanting, ready.

Jimmy’s cock was more magnificent than Jess had remembered it, bigger than when she had sucked it, throbbing as it pointed to the ceiling. He was tanned all over, and he was completely shaven. It made his big cock look massive.

Jess threw her arms around his neck and pushed her body close to his. Her tits pressed against his chest, and his hard cock was shoved upwards between them by her pelvis. He kissed her and pushed her back down onto the bed, falling on her.

Jimmy tasted of mint of his toothpaste. She parted his lips to his probing tongue. He kissed her hard and deep. She pulled her body away from his, reached down and found his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his rigid member and began stroking him as he broke the kiss and bent his head so he could suck on one of her nipples.

The feel of his hands on her breasts gave her goosebumps and made her shiver. He made her nipples feel so hard; she needed him on them. She pulled his head to her and urged him to suckle harder. When he did, it made her feel so powerful, so womanly and so wet.

“I’m going to make you come,” Jimmy said.

He left her breasts and kissed her stomach, all the way down to her pubis. He lowered his head and she spread her legs wide for him, giving him a view that made his cock twitch.

The older man teased her at first, licking along her wet thigh, rubbing a strong hand on the side of the other, and then he couldn’t resist tasting her, and he ran his tongue up along her slit. She groaned and closed her eyes. He slid a finger and then two inside her pussy, pumping there while he licked and nipped at her clit. His free hand went up, found one of her breasts, and kneaded the fatty tissue, her hard nipple raking across his palm. She reached down and took him by the hair, holding him close to her as he removed his fingers and instead inserted his velvet tongue into her snatch.

He used his tongue the same way he had used his fingers, sliding it in and out of her pussy slowly. The pad of his thumb rubbed sensually over her clit. He pulled his tongue from her and licked upwards once more, the tip of his tongue sliding along her lips and then flicked back and forth over her clitoris. Jess closed her eyes, it was all much better than she had ever imagined, lying in bed alone.

“Oh God,” Jess groaned as she felt an orgasm building. It was an intense wave of pleasure that burst forth from her loins and travelled up her body from there. Jess curled her toes, she moaned and groaned, she threw her head back. Soon she was pawing the sheets as her pleasure began to mount. Jimmy’s strokes became stronger and her orgasm got ever closer until he kissed her deeply, thrusting his fingers into her, his tongue working her clit. The feel of her body shaking under him brought him closer too.

Jimmy took it all, lapping up her juices as they burst forth from her pussy. When Jimmy pulled away his face was dripping.

“Wow,” Jimmy said, his cock throbbing from the turn on of having given her a huge orgasm. He wanted to ram his cock in her, fuck her until she forgot her name. He kneeled up and looked at her open pussy, glistening, red and throbbing. Her hole looked tight and he knew he would love sliding his huge cock into her. With one strong movement, Jimmy grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him, her legs wrapped around his hips.

He kissed her again and placed his cock at her wet opening. She looked into his eyes as he slowly began to press into her. When he entered her, she gasped and clung to him. He looked at her face. If he knew, he'd kill me, he thought. She reached up and stroked his face.

''It's okay, do it,'' she said. ''I love the way you want me.''

Just like he wanted, he slid his cock inside of her and groaned. She groaned too, feeling every bit of his hard 12 inches sliding along her walls. She tensed her muscles and took him all in, deep. She felt full, his massive cock taking up every bit of space inside of her.

His thrusts were long and hard, and she gasped at each one. She felt every inch of him inside her, teasing her, filling her, making her want more. She'd never seen this view of him before. Above her, looking down, he looked more handsome and more distinguished. She saw him for what he was. A sexy older man who wanted her young body. The feeling of him filling her was the best feeling she'd ever had, and she began to rise to the peak again. She was giving all she could. She opened her legs as far as they would go and reached up to kiss him. But he nuzzled his mouth into her neck as if concentrating on his movements.

With every thrust he made sure he slammed against her clit, rolling his hips to do so. It was hard work, concentrating not to come while feeling she was getting tighter and tighter around his cock. He knew she was close.

Jess soon felt every muscle in her body bursting. Jimmy pushed her legs up onto her stomach and thrust harder into her.

 

''Come on, faster,'' she instructed, reaching for her orgasm. As soon as he increased the pace, she cried out and slammed her hands onto his buttocks. When she came, he watched her body shaking under him. He could feel tiny contractions moving up his shaft. He cupped her face and leaned to kiss her. But she shook her head from side to side, the spasms in her pussy still strong.

Jimmy smirked. He had just given her two orgasms in a row. Not bad.

''Oh, Jimmy, fuck me some more,'' she said as her orgasm subsided. ''I want to feel that again.''

Jimmy drove his cock into her, and she felt his balls slap against her with every eager thrust. Now he was wild. He slammed into her tight and throbbing pussy. He knew she wouldn’t need much. Jess threw her head from side to side and came again. This time, her face flushed and her eyes rolled. Her body was rigid for an age before finally relaxing into her release.

It was now Jimmy’s turn. His cock was ready. He wanted to come. He wanted to fill this young, hot, pussy with his sperm and make his claim.

He rolled Jess onto her stomach. “Get on all fours,” he commanded. He looked at her from behind, both her holes welcoming him. He inserted a finger in her wet pussy and rubbed her juices over her asshole, a cheeky idea forming. He put his finger in her pussy again and she groaned. As he pulled it out, he took more juice with him. Then he slowly inserted his slimy finger into her butthole. It was now ready for him.

Jimmy grabbed his cock and directed its head to her rear opening. He slid his cock in gently, slowly. He noticed Jess moaned with pleasure, not pain. So he slid in a little further and a little further. Her asshole felt so tight around his cock and he threw his head back and moaned.

“Give it to me,” Jess said.

Jimmy grabbed her hips and thrust harder, his cock sliding in and out of her tight asshole. “Play with your clit,” he said.

Jess reached for her clit. She rubbed it with her thumb and inserted her other fingers into her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming. Jimmy’s cock in her asshole, pressing against a pleasure spot she had never felt before, and her fingers playing with her clit and her pussy. “I’m going to come again,’ she moaned.

Jimmy continued, sliding in and out, controlling his rhythm with his hands on Jess’s hips.

He groaned with every thrust.

Soon Jess realized that he was about to come. It was then that she said it: ''Come, Uncle Jimmy.''

He cried out, trying to banish the thoughts of wrongdoing her words had created in his mind. He pulled on her hips harder and thrust his shaft deeper into her asshole. It was too much, and she soon felt another orgasm coming over her. Jimmy now released all his built-up come deep inside her.

When he was finished, he collapsed on top of her and buried his head in the pillow. When he rolled from her, she sighed and tried to pull him back to her.

“You know what?” Jimmy said, still out of breath. he said. “I’m really not sorry, Jess.''

''In twenty minutes I want you again.''

''You're forgetting how old I am,'' he said pointing to his rapidly declining erection.

''I don't care. You'll manage.”

“Just don’t tell your father.”

''We'll he'll never know. I won't even tell him you were here.''

 

*****

By the following morning, Jimmy was exhausted. He'd managed it four times. Jess was glowing, her mood levels raised to pre-Jake days.

When Jimmy pulled up at the repair yard, he told Jess to stay in the truck. He went inside and found Brian.

''Have you fixed the Fiat?''

''Yes. Three hundred bucks,'' Brian said.

''Sure, just give me the keys first, and then she can be on her way. I'll come back and pay you.''

Jimmy handed Jess the keys and made sure the car started. ''Go straight back to Seattle. This isn't a car for mountains. Call me when you get back, okay?''

Jess nodded. She didn't want to leave him. He gave her a peck on the cheek and shut the car door. As she drove off, he waved goodbye until she disappeared.

He turned around and went into the repair shop. ''Come here, I'll give you your dues,'' he said to Brian. Brian put out his hand. Jimmy took it and bent his wrist back until it almost broke. Brian cried out and bent forward, trying to find a point of relief. Jimmy led him to a place where there were a few jerrycans. With his free hand, he snapped the lock on one of them open and began to pour gas over Brian's red hair.

''Stop, stop. What the hell, please,'' he screamed.

Jimmy twisted his grip, making Brian sit on her floor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. ''Don't I promise.........'' Brian pleaded.

''You promise what? You pervert. You know what you did to that girl. She put her trust in you when her car broke down.''

Brian nodded, tears streaming over his face, his matted hair covered in the highly flammable liquid. Jimmy let go, and Brian rubbed his wrist, which he found out later, was broken. ''If I ever hear of you doing anything like that again, I'll throw the lighter on you, got it?'' Brian nodded.

*****

 

Jess's dad never found out about Jess and Jimmy. Jimmy never experienced sexual excitement like it again. Despite finding a loving woman who adored him, his wife never managed to excite him as much as Jess had done that day.

One day Jess's husband left her for a younger woman. Jimmy found out and visited her in Seattle. Despite being sixty-six, he fucked her like a man half his age. And that's what she settled for, regular visits from Jimmy, the man she was really in love with, but couldn't tell anybody about.

 

*****

THE END