The cabin-CFNM
Marty and his brother were the
favorites of their great uncle, who had recently passed away. They
both inherited a large sum of money, and co-ownership of their
uncle's home, a very nice log home they always called 'The Cabin'.
Uncle Harry, as he was known, had gotten rich off of a patent he sold
to an auto maker, and later in life he sold a company he had started
from scratch. All in all Uncle Harry was very well off, but he and
his wife were childless, and Marty and Mark were the closest thing to
children they had.
Marty's older brother, Mark, already
was settled into a great marriage and a nice home, so the cabin
naturally went to Marty.
Marty and Mark spent many of their
summer weekends playing in the large yard and swimming in the pond
that was near the back of the property, they also fished with their
uncle along the river that bordered Uncle Harry's land. The cabin was
nestled on a little over 20 acres, that was mostly wooded, except for
roughly 5 acres that Harry had cleared around the cabin.
There was also a large pole barn that
contained several of Uncle Harry's 'toys', mainly four wheel quad
runners, a dirt bike, and other implements for taking care of the
lawn & garden their Aunt Martha always grew.
The pole barn was insulated and had an
upstairs office where Uncle Harry used to work from. It also had a
bathroom that included a shower stall for when Harry finished yard
work he could clean up without messing up Aunt Martha's floors.
Marty took a leave of absence from his
job to get settled into his new home. Although it would add to his
commute to and from work, he was determined to live there year round,
but for now he had enough money in his savings and with the money he
inherited he really didn't need to work at all for a few years, but
Marty wasn't the type to loaf around and once he was settled in and
enjoyed a summer off, he would return to his job.
For now though, Marty was excited to
be pulling into the driveway of his new home. There was a moment of
sorrow as he thought of his aunt and uncle not being there to meet
him, they had both passed within the last year. From the road all
that you could see was pine trees, but after entering the driveway
the trees gave way to the large lawn, that now needed some serious
attention.
Marty pushed the button on the garage
door opener the lawyer had given him, along with the keys to the
cabin and documents at the reading of the will. He pulled into the
pole barn and parked his car far enough inside to allow him to get
the mower out.
All Marty brought with him was a
backpack with a few personnel items and a couple changes of clothes.
As Marty walked to the house he made a mental list of what he would
need to do first, the lawn was the first item on his agenda, since
Uncle Harry always kept it well mowed and trimmed. As he stepped
into the cabin, expecting a dusty, cobweb filled environment, he was
surprised to find the cabin almost spotless, and smelling fresh.
Marty didn't know it, but Uncle Harry had hired a local young woman
to clean the cabin weekly, even after he became ill. He had set up
automatic payments that would continue throughout the summer.
The fridge was empty, but the freezer
had a few items still in it. There were a few canned food items in
the cupboard, but he would need to go shopping soon.
Marty went back to the barn and
checked the mower, the oil looked as if it had just been changed, and
the gas tank was full. He fired it up and began to mow. The grass
was so tall that he had to mow slowly and had the mower deck set on
its highest level, but he kept mowing, stopping only to fill up the
mower and get a drink now and then.
After a couple of hours the first
round of mowing was done, he hooked up the lawn rake and gathered up
the clippings, then he mowed again, this time cutting the grass to
the desired length.
Marty was hot and sweaty and decided
to shower in the pole barn rather than go into the house. He closed
the door to the pole barn then stripped down and stepped into the
shower. While he was in the shower, Karen, the young woman hired to
clean the cabin stopped by to take care of the cabin. She lived
close enough to ride her bike, and she parked it near the front door,
then used her key to let herself in. She started her routine by
going upstairs and dusting and straightening the bedrooms.
Marty finished his shower and then
realized he didn't have a towel, he looked at his dirty clothes and
decided there no use in drying off with them, he figured the walk to
the house would allow him to dry off enough. He carried his dirty
clothes into the cabin and sat them on the washer, then he remembered
his backpack was still in his car. He was about to go get it but
figured he may as well start washing his dirty clothes first.
Karen heard the noise downstairs and
suspected a break in, she knew where Harry had kept his guns and
cautiously got one of his pistols and crept downstairs. As she came
around the corner she met Marty as he came out of the laundry room.
Both of them were caught by surprise,
and Marty cupped his hands over his privates but Karen commanded he
put his hands up, Marty tried to explain, but again she ordered him
to put his hands up. Marty reluctantly complied, but blushed beet
red as he did so. Karen was nervous and afraid, but even so she took
a glance at Marty as he exposed himself by raising his hands.
Again he tried to explain, but Karen
told him to shut up as she fumbled with her phone trying to call the
police. Marty begged for her to listen to him and she finally gave
in and told him to go ahead, but to make it fast.
Marty began by asking her if a burglar
would bother mowing the lawn before ransacking the house, or coming
into the house naked. Then he told her about inheriting the cabin
from his uncle and just moving in today. “Besides,” Marty added,
“If that's my uncle's gun he never kept them loaded.”
Karen looked at the gun in her hand,
then at the naked man standing before her, she thought about what he
had told her and let the gun down a bit, but as Marty put his hands
down she again ordered him to keep them up until she figured it all
out.
Marty stood there embarrassed until
she asked him a few questions only a family member would know. At
last she was satisfied of who he was and she put the gun down and
apologized. Marty again covered himself with his hands and accepted
her apology, but he was still naked and his clothes were in the
washer, except for the clothes in his backpack. Marty turned and
headed for the pole barn, followed closely by Karen, who kept
apologizing, but in reality was enjoying being around the naked young
man.
Marty asked if she minded, as he was
still very embarrassed, but she either didn't hear him or was
ignoring him, either way he was still naked in front of her. They
got to the pole barn and Marty again was in for a shock, the door had
locked behind him. His backpack was locked inside his car, which was
locked inside the pole barn.
His exasperated look caused Karen to
laugh, and Marty, although still sore about being held at gunpoint,
also saw the humor, but not enough to make him laugh like Karen was.
They walked back to the house and
began searching for the keys to the pole barn. The garage door
opener was also locked in the pole barn, and Marty's car keys were on
the bench where Marty had set them before he showered.
At last Karen found a keyring with
several keys on it, they again went to the pole barn and began trying
keys until they found the right one opened the door. Marty tried to
shut the door before Karen could follow, but she was too close behind
him and easily slipped through the door and into the pole barn.
Karen watched as Marty got his car
keys and recovered his backpack, and then he quickly dressed. When
he finished dressing they went back into the house and Karen went
back to cleaning as Marty made a list of what he would need to stock
the house. He also labeled the keys on the keyring to the best of
his knowledge.
As Karen prepared to leave she offered
to take Marty out to show him around town as a way of making up for
her earlier mistake. Marty agreed and they made a date for shopping
and lunch the next day.
The end of part one.
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