Ebbie

I had lived here all my life and had never seen it rain so hard as how it did right now! It was almost noon. We had left Vancouver this morning and should have been home by now!

I had just finished my first year of Commerce at Simon Fraser. My sister’s husband Dan had driven down to Vancouver a couple of days before to see a lawyer about some land which he and his brother owned, and then had stayed on another day so as to be able to give me a ride back home. I was the flower girl at their wedding, the eight-year old kid sister of the bride, and back then I was totally in love with the groom and wishing he were marrying me instead!

That was a long time ago, and a lot had happened since! Dan was certainly a great husband, but he didn’t have an education much at all and had worked almost all of his adult life as a lumberjack, cutting down the giant fir trees in the northern forests of British Columbia. He was physically a fortress of enormous strength and muscle, and much more handsome now than I had seen him as a child, but there were other things perhaps of more importance in a man. He was not at all the type of man that I’d go out with, or choose to marry, for now that I was grown up I really wanted someone with more culture and more class and not a common forest worker as my brother-in-law was!

s had passed since then, and Dan and Sandra had produced four children, one more than they had planned for. As a consequence of her realization that a child was forthcoming my sister had insisted that Dan be `fixed’ to ensure there weren’t more! I still really liked him a lot somehow, even though he was much older than I was, and even given the fact that he did not have an education! Even when I was a little kid, he’d treated like a lady, like I always thought I was; and every birthday that I had he always came with flowers! The funny thing as well was the way I was attracted to him, as though it were a sexual magnetism somehow, a powere that I could not understand? No matter the occassion, whether it was a family function, a wedding or a funeral, I would always end up sitting with him, or chatting with him in the foyer of the church. Strange? I know it sounds that way, but chemistry I think was very much a part of our relationship!

Dan was driving, concentrating on the road ahead. We were now traveling through the Fraser Canyon, a narrow winding piece of highway where the river thundered and crashed through giant boulders from off the mountains a hundred feet or more below us. The ride was probably the scariest I think I’d ever been on. I was grateful I was here with Dan, for as such there was a certain feeling of protection that he gave, for there was no-one really that I might have trusted more.

The wipers slapping back and forth seemed like they were useless, the rain so hard they barely cleared the windshield much at all! We braced ourselves, for the road dipped just ahead of us and we saw that it was flooded! There was no way to tell how deep the water was. Our only hope was not to slow the car down but to keep it going, hitting the water just fast enough so that his car would make it through to the pavement on the other side! It was our only hope, the only way that we’d get through it, for if by chance we stopped at all the car would stall and we’d be stuck there!

The car spluttered, seeming for a moment like it might be done for and get stuck, and then it cleared itself and spluttered more then kept on going! We’d made it through! It was deeper than the other dips which we had gone through earlier in the canyon, and if it had of been any deeper we would probably have gotten stuck in it for sure!

We wondered if the police had closed the highway yet. The canyon road was dangerous at the best of times, but by now it was a trip through hell, each moment full of tension and hope that somehow by the grace of God we’d make it through!

It was midday, but it almost dark outside because of all of all the stormy blackness and the clouds that hovered just above us, and I could see the lights beside the roadway just ahead. It was an old motel and a general store, nestled in amongst the trees, a place perhaps where weary travellers tied their horses and rested years ago. I had seen this place a hundred times before, though a hundred other times I’d passed it by without a glanc! Some cars had pulled into the side, some no doubt had planned to stay the night and travel on next morning, and some perhaps had stopped to ask about the highway up ahead.

Dan kept driving, not slowing the car at all, then looked over at me as if I questioned his decision, commenting that the sooner we got out of this, and into Chase, the better. By then we’d be out of the canyon, and hopefully we’d make it home before dark!

We turned the bend, the highway winding down beside the mountain, and then we saw it! The highway was completely gone and seemed to look like it was headed right into the side of the mountain! Dan was now pumping the brakes as quickly as he could, trying not to allow the car to get into a slide before it stopped!

Broken trees and rocks were everywhere! A pickup truck was stopped just ahead of us, a hundred yards or so before the place where the road disappeared! The occupants of the truck were still inside of it and were probably just as stunned by the scene as we were!

Dan got out, battling the fierce wind and raging forces of the storm, and made his way toward the truck. Dan came back, liked a drenched animal crawling back into the car. I asked him what he thought had happened? It was apparent that the heavy rains had caused a giant mud slide to come down from off the mountain, burying the highway and pushing much of it down into the river below us, at the bottom of the gorge! The driver of the pickup truck had seen it happen, and had stopped just s quick enough to miss the giant slide of debris, rock and mud from burying them beneath it.

Were there others, I had asked. He didn’t know. The driver of the pickup truck had said that a semi had passed him shortly before he had gotten to the general store, but that was all he knew of. It was possible that the semi had made it through, but he wasn’t sure.

Dan turned the car around, then followed the pickup truck back toward the general store. We would stay there for a while and rest, and hope the rains might not get worse. We could then head back toward the town of Hope, then travel east until we were on the other side of the mountains. It was much longer going home that way, and we would likely not be home until tomorrow morning. We felt lucky though, for we could easily have gotten caught beneath the slide!

We went into the general store, reporting to the clerk behind the counter that there had been a slide, and that we needed to contact the RCMP and report the possibility of there being vehicles that had been buried. The clerk was saying that the police had been informed already, that some other folks in a yellow Ford Bronco parked outside were lucky to have just made it through, reporting boulders and trees and mud coming down all around them as they `drove like hell’ to get out of it.

Dan looked at the driver of the pickup truck, confused by what the clerk was saying. What yellow Bronco was he talking about? Ourselves and the people in the pickup truck were the s out there! `If there’d been a yellow Bronco I’d have seen the thing for sure’ the fellow from the pickup truck was saying! It took us several minutes to find out that they were talking about another slide, on the other side of us! A moment later I was following my brother-in-law to the motel office, hoping that we’d still get rooms!

We were lucky! There were rooms left! The driver of the pickup truck and his wife got one, and Dan and I were fortunate to get the other.

The room was rather small with the tiniest of bathrooms I had ever seen! A toilet and a shower and the smallest little hand basin were all stacked up, arranged inside what might have been a closet years before. I couldn’t even change in there, and even if I could have there was no mirror! Dan was going to have to close his eyes or leave the room and go outside into the rain if I were to get changed or take a shower!

A fleeting thought then crossed my mind, a momentary flash of sorts, suggesting really that it didn’t matter, that he couldn’t get me pregnant if he tried, for my gracious loving sister had insisted he be `fixed’! I shook my head! My brain apparently, for just that moment, had ceased to function!

I looked about, then wondered where we’d sleep? A regular sized double bed was all there was for us to sleep on. He would have to ask them for a cot, some blankets and a bed for him to sleep on! The distinctive smell of mothballs ushered from a closet, and the carpet was the coursest that my feet had ever felt! It was also very cold and damp and as I wondered where the thermostat was to turn the heat up I noticed the awkward little fire place in the corner of the room. The stack of wood outside of the motel, which I had noticed when we’d driven up, was obviously the means by which these rooms were heated!

“This is it!” I heard him mumbling, knowing well that I was more acquainted the finer things of life. It was just as well that Dan was here! I’d never lit a fire in my life!

“How long do you think… how long are we likely to be here?” I asked.

He shook his head. He really didn’t know. “Two, maybe three days? Hopefully not more!” he was saying, as I watched him turn to go back out to the car to get some of our luggage.

I was dying for a pee, not having really had the chance to take one yet. He was outside, the trunk open, his head beneath it as he was trying to sort out what we needed in the way of clothes. It didn’t matter that he stood there in the driving rain. He was soaking wet already, and was no doubt looking for some dry clothes.

I closed the door, pulling down my jeans and panties as I put my butt down on the seat. It was the coldest little lavatory seat I’d ever sat on! Like a hose that squirted with full presure I peed into the bowl, and realized as he walked back in how loud my peeing sounded! I could hear him as he walked around on the other side of the door, and every little sound he made, my pee still squirting out of me and splashing in the bowl!

It was embarrassing, just opening the door and walking out there, knowing that he must have heard me! He had put a bunch of clothing on the bed, and a suitcase that belonged to me. He was looking at me, just looking at me for a moment, and then he grinned. “I hope you don’t need to take a piss during the night. You’ll be keeping me awake me for sure!”

I couldn’t believe he had just said that, and my face must have turned scarlet! I looked at him, then saw the humour, and then I laughed so hard at what he said I couldn’t stop. I was sitting now on the bed, laughing, almost crying at our situation here; and then he threw a raincoat on the bed and sat on it beside me, putting his arm around me as he started to speak.

“We ain’t got much to laugh about honey,” he was saying, and I could see when you came out of there that you were embarrassed. I’m married to your sister, remember? She pees just like you do. I keep telling her she should have been a firefighter!”

I started crying, laughing too, but mostly crying! I’d looked forward so much to getting home today, and here I was, stuck in this hole of a motel in the middle of nowhere without a clue as to when we’d ever get out of here!

“You’ll need to close your eyes,” I heard him whispering to me, “Unless you want to watch me getting changed? I’m wet, right to the skin, and that bathroom’s too damn small for me to fit in!”

I smiled, and then I laid down on the bed upon my side, facing toward the other wall as we were talking about the slides and considering our luck that we had not been caught beneath either one. I snuggled more into the goose-down quilt, pulling a part of around me, and could hear him as he asked me if I would like something to eat?

I mumbled that I did, and I heard him as he closed the door and left. I was already almost asleep.

I was awakened by the thunder, the lightning filling up the room for just a moment, then another. I sat up, looking around and familiarizing myself with my surroundings once again. Dan was asleep, lying with me in the double bed, snuggled underneath the goose down cover just as I was. Right then it didn’t seem to bother me at all, and I could feel the pleasant warmth from the wood fireplace in the corner. A plate of stew which they had cooked up at the General Store for those who had been stranded here, was sitting on top of the fireplace, keeping warm. It was pleasant in here now, much different from when we’d first come in here! Along his side of the room were my suitcases, all six of them lined up against the wall. I looked at him sleeping, then instinctively leaned over and put my arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. My feelings of affection for him at this moment were as they had been once as a little flower-girl, the little sister of the bride, the little girl whose eyes were focused on the groom, the handsome young lumberjack in his tuxedo.

I found my clothes, sorting out which ones I’d wear tomorrow, then looked at Dan to check he was still sleeping. Pulling closed the curtains I proceeded to undress, then as naked as the day that I was born I walked into the little closet and had a shower.

He was sound asleep still when I came out, lying there exactly just the way he was when I went in. I watched him as I slipped my panties on, then fastened up my bra, preparing now to get back into the bed with him and share the warmth of the big goose-down cover. The bra felt so unusual, for I never ever wore a bra to bed, and the nightie I was putting on went right down to me knees. I started getting back into the bed, and was about to pull the cover up when I realized that there didn’t seem much purpose for me to wear a bra, or even panties for that matter, so I put my feet back on the floor and took them off, and shoved them underneath the pillow for the morning.

I woke, daylight seeping in between the curtains, my bladder almost bursting from the need I had to pee! Dan was in the shower, the water splashing as I heard him move about. I lay there, wondering how long he’d be, and then a while later I got up and went across and opened up the door and then went in there.

A plastic curtain was hanging in between us, and I was peeing by the time my butt connected with the seat! He asked if I had slept okay. I told him that I had. He remarked that he had noticed I’d eaten all the stew. I told him really tasted great, and then he told me that they didn’t have a cot or any blankets he could use, for there were people even sleeping on the floor up at the store, and they needed what was spare for the people who were there.
He said it wasn’t his intention to sleep with me in the bed, that he hoped I didn’t mind that he was there?

I told him that I had the best nights sleep I thought I’d ever had, and I was grateful for the fire that he made to get us warm. I told him that I noticed that he was wearing all his clothes.

He said he didn’t have pajama’s. It was all he had to wear.

I asked him then what he normally wore to bed? He told me that he didn’t sleep too well with clothes, that he slept best somehow when he was naked.

I said it was the same for me. I couldn’t understand how people would want to wear clothing to bed, but I always had a nightie with me whenever I went somewhere, in case I needed to get up in the night and take a pee or something.

The information had been given. It was all that either one of us needed to know for the night or nights ahead.

He turned the shower off. I was still sitting there on the toilet, for no other reason that to talk to him. He asked if I would like to close my eyes as he got out. I said it didn’t matter any more, that we’d slept together anyway so seeing him naked didn’t seem to matter any more.

The curtain opened, right there just eighteen inches or less in front of my face. I was staring right at it! It was everything of him I saw! The morning cock, it’s skin rolled back sufficient that the head peaked slightly out, the shaft of it quite slender but longer by an inch or more than what I might have thought!

It was raining still, and it was later on that day, as we played our hundreth game of cards that he told me he was sorry for doing that, for being so daring as to stand there like that, totally naked in front of me, his cock almost in my face. He suggested that it was definitely not the right thing for him to have done!

I shook my head. I admitted it had shocked me, seeing it so close to me as that, but then I told him that it had actually intrigued me, and that it was the first adult male penis that I’d ever seen.

He asked me how old I was `the first time’?

I told him that there hadn’t been a `first time’ yet, that I had never felt comfortable enough with anyone to let them go that far. He was surprised, then told me how old he was the first time he had sex. One thing led to another, and by the middle of the afternoon, while sheltered from the storm outside in the little motel room we talked about matters of sexual relevance, girls who Dan had fucked in high school, one of whom I discovered was my other sister Emily who was a year older than Sandra! It was shocking news, at least right then, but a fact of life in the course of events as they happen to each one of us. His younger brother Michael, back when they were still at high school, had also fucked Emily, and Sandra as well! Sandra apparently had gotten herself pregnant by Michael, something else I did not know, but lost the baby due to a miscarrage three months later! It was a few months after that that Dan had started dating her.

I just kept shaking my head, smiling at the fact that my sister Emily was not the perfect angel she made out she was! Sandra was a lot more down-to-earth, but Emily had always been a snob, and held her head up in the air like she was better than the rest of us. As a kid she had forever lectured me about `appearances’ and how important it was to make a good impression!

It was a small town in which we lived. Everybody knew everything about everybody else! Emily had lost her cherry at a `muff party’ to a man I knew now as our family butcher, and it seemed that almost half the kids in their grade 12 class had all witnessed the `event’.

My mother really liked the man, the one we called our butcher, and always made sure that it was he who always served her at the store! I wondered if she’d change her mind if she realized that it was he who stole her older daughters precious cherry, that he had taken it while fucking her in front of half the school at a `muff party’, whatever that was.

It was then that I had Dan describe to me what happened at a `muff party’?

It was a craze back then, when he was going to high school, a more mature `spin the bottle’ type of game where all of the participants were circle, spinning the bottle just like in the original version, but the girls wore dresses and not jeans, and the guys would slip their panties off and kiss their crotch for sixty s, buried underneath the privacy of a bed sheet which the others held across them.

Emily was a prude, even back then in grade 12, and it was the first time she had been to one of these parties she’d heard the other kids talk about. The punch that she was drinking was spiked with vodka, as it always was during such events, though Emily would deny later that she knew! It was probably on the or time that the bottle had pointed to her, that Emily had gotten so aroused that she really didn’t care much any more, and it was Danny, the butchers son, whose luck it was at that moment to be the one the bottle pointed at who joined her beneath the sheet. Unknown to all others Emily had her panties off already, and was pulling open Danny’s zipper and pulling his penis toward before she even knew which boy it was!

The other’s holding to the sheet could heard the grunts and groans, then one of them looked underneath and the statement was, `they’re fucking!’

It had happened lots of times before, but never to a such a prude as Emily, the most holy of the holiest of all the kids at school! The sheet came off! The others watched and cheered them on, and Emily was going nuts, getting hornier with every stroke, then cumming in a frenzy such as few had ever seen!

Dan kept winning every game of cards we played. It seemed I couldn’t concentrate at all, thinking of Emily doing that! It was incredible that she could have done that, and I kept laughing because of how funny it seemed to me, after all the preaching that Emily had directed toward me when I was young!

It was about four o’clock that afternoon, with the rain still pouring down outside and a new log just put onto the fire that Dan had asked casually asked the question if I had ever had my `muff’ kissed. I smiled and shook my head, and then he asked if he could show me, so I could see what it was like.

There didn’t seem at all like there was any reason why I shouldn’t, and as I was still wearing the same nightie that I’d worn last night I sat upon the edge of the bed and watched Dan lift the hem of the nightie slowly folding it back upon my thighs as he suggested that I lay back upon the bed. I could see his head, between my thighs, approaching that most sensual, most private part of me, his mouth then embracing the top part of my mound, his tongue now circling and combing through the hair. His mouth now moved and sucked the flower of my youth, the little pubic vulva lips that stuck out from in between, his tongue now going further in was licking on my clit. The pleasure was immense and overwhelming to my flesh, and his tongue it seemed controlled me as my hips began to move in gentle rythym to the tongue. No doubt my poor dear sisters it seemed had little choice, and his finger sought inside and played with parts within. I moaned in certain ecstasy and squeezed upon his finger, and then it was I saw his face as then he rose before me and stood between my thighs, his stiff and anxious penis now ready to put in. It seemed I might have wet myself as he prepared to enter, the knob, the noble glanns of it pressed gently as it opened me and sought to feel the pleasure of the sancity within. I felt as it pushed in further, the gate begin to open, no pain at all it seemed was there as then the shaft pushed further. The pleasure overwhelmed me and I pled he might not stop, and the penis pushed in further and touched a certain part of me that caused me to respond! I heard him as he coaxed me, as he pushed it even further, and begged he pull it back a bit and rub that part again! He pulled it back as I had asked, then focused on that certain part with each and every stroke! Suddenly his hands reached up beneath the cotton nightie, then seeking for the breasts within he ripped apart the nightie! My nipples were like pinky fingers sticking out upon the ends, as anxious as the penis was that ravished me within! The thrusting of our bodies was instinctive and compelling, and then as he was sucking I gasped and cried out anxiously and felt my climax come!

Four nights were spent at that motel, and three of them while fucking, and often I have wondered if fate was that which guided us along that canyon road, and had caused for us to stop there at the old roadside motel.

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