Adult Room Chapter 1

Part 1

I come from an extended family that has a tradition where the young men and women get married in their mid-teens and start their families early. My twin brother Mike and our sister Julie are among the first to not observe that tradition. Mike and I are 20 and Julie will be 19 in a month. By the way, I’m Mark.

Our parents are in their mid to late thirties and both sets of Grandparents are in their mid-fifties. Our Grandparents and parents are hard working people. One of the things that they have all worked for is a vacation cabin on a lake.

They call the cabin “The Fishing Lodge”. Actually, there is a compound with individual family cabins. The original “lodge” was a large, single room building. It had kitchen and dining space at one end and a large fire place and seating area at the other end. Bunks were built along the walls. Modesty has never been a big deal in our family, but the bunks could be screened, for an illusion of privacy, with curtains. The “lodge” is now used for big family get-togethers. The kitchen area is still there, but the bunks have been removed and replaced with more seating – futons, couches, etc. The room is now called the “Big Room”.

We spent many weekends and almost all of our family vacations there. It was great for kids with the hiking, fishing and all the water related activities. We had a little sail boat, a couple of canoes and several rowboats – all leaky. Best of all was the skinny dipping off the dock and gravel beach. Everyone skinny dipped, both the adults and the kids. Like I said, modesty is no big deal and neither is familial nudity.

Sometimes, all of the adults would gather at the “lodge” over a weekend. The kids stayed at home in the care of the teenagers under 18. Recently, Mom and Dad told us that they were going to the “lodge” for the coming weekend and all three of us were welcome to come with them, if we wished. They looked so eager and expectant, that all three of us looked at each other and in unison answered, “Sure.”

Let me tell you about that weekend.

We drove up on a Friday morning. Both pairs of Grandparents were there waiting for us to arrive. Betty and Phil are Mom’s parents. They are a couple of years younger that Dad’s parents, Diane and Harry. We unloaded the cars and made ourselves comfortable. Everyone had packed something for a picnic lunch. While eating lunch, on the deck, the conversation ranged over work, school, family, other aunts, uncles and cousins, problems with finding time for boy and girl friends, exercising, relaxation, and all the other things families talk about.

Harry said, “This weekend is just for relaxation. We’re here to have a good time and just enjoy each others company. I think we should start with a dip in the lake. Last one in, is a slowpoke!” With that, he pulled his polo shirt off. Mom took off her blouse then pulled her shorts off. Everyone else was frantically undressing. Diane said, “No fair! Women generally wear more pieces of clothes than men do!” As she said this, she stepped out of her panties and headed towards the dock. Phil was ahead of everyone. He had pulled off his shorts first and he was unbuttoning his shirt as he ran towards the dock.

Julie, Mike and I looked at each. I pulled off my t-shirt at the same time Julie did.