Trail Lodge Awakening

Trail Lodge awakening…Pt 1.

The sun was setting on another day at the trail lodge as I watched my father drive away in the car. Behind me in the cabin, my mother was sobbing quietly, having just argued with my father about his spying on my sister in the bathroom. It had been coming for a long time; even this break to the cabin wasn’t going to fix what had been long broken in my parent’s relationship. I really felt bad for my mom and my dad and taking sides is always hard, especially when you have committed the same heinous acts, but not been caught.

I had spied on my sister at home on many occasions, but had never been caught or so I thought. I was to learn later, after the departure of my father, just how little I really knew about the wiles of women.

Turning my back, downhearted, on the departing cloud of road dust, I entered the cabin and looked towards my mother. She sat on the sofa, with my sister’s arm around her waist comforting her. The sooty tear tracks across my mother’s 33-year-old ivory cheeks didn’t become her. She was a fine compact lady, small framed and slim without being skinny. The summer dress she was wearing was light cotton, and showed the shadowy shape of her pert unsupported breasts in the red sunlight streaming in through the door behind me. Her smooth shaved legs glistened in the crimson light, slightly apart at the knee due to the low sofa, showing a glimpse of her inner thigh.

Beside her, my 13-year-old younger sister tried to console my mother, though not to my knowledge knowing why our parents had fought and parted. She was a smaller, well, younger version of my mother, petite and pert and clothed in another light summer dress. Her legs were also smooth and parted, but also canted to one side as she leaned towards my mother, her dress annoyingly tucked tight into her crotch.

The armchair by the large stone hearth welcomed my tired aching 15-year-old body into it. I had taken my sister out all afternoon swimming in the creek at my mother’s request and had won the race back to the cabin just in time to catch the end of the blazing argument that had resulted in the departure of my father. I had heard how my mother had chanced upon him that morning, outside the cabin, stooping to see though the vent plate into the bathroom with his hand gripping his hard cock. She was not impressed, and not at that moment willing to listen to any excuse my father had to give. He was to leave whilst my mother considered everything, and we the children would not be leaving with him.

I sat there looking at the two most precious females in my young life, lost for words, unable to tell mum what I had heard and support her without letting sis know what father had done.