Cabin Fever: Meet the New Initiates

Cabin Fever and the New Initiates: the Daltons
Derek Sanders remote cabin hosts another unsuspecting family as he lures them into incestuous play. All are 18 and over. All are adult, and all acts are consensual, once the family members get over their hesitations and let their urges enjoy the freedom they deserve (remember, this is a fantasy.) Feedback welcome as it helps me create new stories. This is a continuation of the type of seduction carried out in the other Cabin Fever stories.
Brad and Janet had become Mr. Sanders's favorite employees. They were superb as a trainer and masseuse, respectively, but more than that, much more than that, they had proven invaluable in recruiting new families to the perversions of incest that brought such delirious pleasure to Mr. Sanders as he viewed a prim and proper family succumb to all measure of deviant pleasure.
The Stephens had proven easy prey. Their athletic training and comfort with their own bodies, as well as their supremely well-developed musculature and exceptional sexual genitalia merely had to be tapped and allowed to blossom. Now they were, with the Johnsons, regulars at Mr. Sanders' cabin.
The Daltons were the next targets singled out by Brad and Janet. Their two sons and adopted daughter were the same ages as their own Jim, Jack and Jenny: 18-21. Mr. Dalton, Tom to friends, was a 45-year-old investment banker who stayed in shape but didn't overdo it. His wife, Vivien, was a 42-year-old beauty who used her leisure time to do yoga, stretching, hiking, and self-pleasuring. Tom didn't object since his libido was often on the low side, despite Vivien's beauty. It's not that he lacked desire, it just felt too easy and too routine and not as rewarding as scoring a big win on the investment front.
They were strict parents as well. Neither saw any reason for their kids, despite their maturity to leap into sexual relationships. Given their income level, they could all live in their six-bedroom house and have room for privacy and friends. It couldn't last forever, but no one was pounding on the door for an escape either.
Their kids were a mixed group: Luke at 21 was a natural athlete. He was buff, with a smooth body, well-defined muscles that seemed to ripple beneath his skin with his every movement. He had excelled at the 400-meter-high hurdles and at ejaculating onto his face when he lay in bed and masturbated. He discreetly wiped the mess away with scarcely a tiny taste of his creamy cum; he knew he had a great physique but delving into the pleasures of the flesh more than what was needed to achieve orgasm seemed a pointless exercise before he settled, someday, into a marriage.
Larry, at 20, was not in the same class physically. He was a bit nerdy and retiring, with more weight than he needed but with a great sense of humor, a self-deprecating manner, and a cock that at a full 10 inches and 6.5 inches of circumference, was the biggest of the three Dalton males by a good bit even if he didn't know it. If he didn't parade it around as much as Luke did with his jock straps and tight shorts, it was only because of his innate shyness, not a lack of desire to put it to use. When, where and how to do so were quite beyond him when the most tantalizing sights were his mom in her leotards and Wendy in her shorts. If he felt a pulse of excitement, it led quickly and inevitably to a wave of embarrassment as well.
Wendy, as the 18-year-old adoptee, had lived with the Daltons since she was two. They were family beyond any doubt, and instead of doubt, Wendy took an irreverent, detached view of the rest of the family's issues. She identified with Larry's shyness; she was an outsider to some degree, at least in her own mind, but fully aware of what everyone was doing, or wanting to do, and quite happy to tease and provoke all of the others, including Vivien. Wendy's figure was no small feat of nature. Five foot five, and 120 pounds, with C-cup breasts that were slightly more uplifted than Jenny's but in the same category and a pussy cleaned of all hair, she paraded her gammy calves and strong thighs with her arsenal of short shorts and tight-fitting pants.
Wendy knew her dad and brothers and even her mom gave her looks that were not exactly disinterested, but she also knew that a tease is only a tease, not an invitation. The thought of pursuing any sort of physical activity with the other family members brought a wave of nausea to her mouth. She might as well make love to cadavers as her own family. Her teasing simply kept her desire simmering but an outlet had not arrived. She had had dates, but her parents' warnings, their scrutiny of the young men who dated her, and the clumsiness of the men, or boys, she went out with, left her a virgin with a modicum of experience. Wearing sexy clothing in the safety of her home was a modest outlet for a great deal of pent-up desire.
In short, sexual experience among the Dalton family was very limited. Much desire, little outlet. Tom has his work; Vivien and Wendy had their sexy clothes, yıldırım escort Luke has his sports, and poor Larry had his dreams.
Until they went to Mr. Sanders workout gym. Brad happened to see the whole family strolling in from their car. He was between clients. Vivien and Luke caught his eye right away. At first he thought they were husband and wife but then did a double take and realized that the heavier set, older man on the left (Tom) was more likely the husband and the other two in the group, apart from Luke, their other children. Janet was with a client but he made a note to himself to be sure to introduce them to her after he gave them a tour, and if his instinct was right, Mr. Sanders would want to hear about this also.
"Hi," he said as he shook hands with Mr. Dalton. "You're newcomers, aren't you? I'm Brad, one of the trainers here."
"Tom. Tom Dalton. This is my family: Vivien, Luke, Larry, and Wendy. We wanted to visit and see about signing up."
Vivien and Wendy were busy sizing up Brad. They smiled as Brad's eyes made the rounds of the family. Brad was in his gym shorts and tank top and his muscles glistened in the soft light of the foyer. There was nothing not to like and that bulge in his shorts said there was more to like than met the eye.
Larry looked around at the photos of weightlifters and body builders and some lithe women lifting impressive amounts of weight. He felt like his pudgy self in comparison to Luke and Brad. Luke felt he'd met his equal. Brad has a solid frame, not overly bulky but clearly well-muscled with good definition, like himself. Tom, like Larry, looked around the foyer at the large photo-posters and glanced at the other members working out in the gym behind Brad. Tom, like his son Larry, was in a different category and he wondered if they joined up if he might become more like Brad and Luke and perhaps win more affection from his wife who, he could tell, was looking at Brad with a decidedly interested stare.
"Let me show you all around," Brad said and waved them into the gym. The large, softly lit room had 8 or 9 enthusiasts in it and another trainer working with a couple. There were lots of free weights, a wide variety of machines, and treadmills and other devices for aerobics. Brad gave them some demonstrations on the pulley machine where one could work out just about every body part. His muscles rippled impressively as he did some flys, leg extensions, and triceps exercises. Luke asked if he could give it a try too and even though he was not in a tank top it was clear his muscles were rippling and tightening as much as Brad's had. Vivien and Wendy almost licked their lips as the two men went through a few repetitions and Larry and Tom wondered if they could every do half as much exertion. You had to start somewhere, Tom told himself, but Larry thought he was a hopeless case. Brad noticed his embarrassed look and said to him, "You can do this too, man. Lighter weight to start, but I can help you get started. Once you get a feel for it, progress will come along beyond a doubt."
Larry's face beamed. Encouragement. He got little of that at home and here a fabulously built trainer was telling him he could do it. Wendy looked at him, a shade of jealousy in her look. How come Larry gets the attention. I need attention too, she thought. She asked,
"So, mom and I may need encouragement too,"
"No problem. I can give you all some help. Any of you that want it. Individually or together. And my wife, Janet, gives excellent massages. Let me show you the changing rooms and the all-gender sauna," Brad said. "We also have massage therapy rooms, but our Janet has a client with her right now."
"Is she as fit as you?" Vivien asked in a slightly mischievous tone.
"Definitely. She's a fit as a ... well, if not a fiddle, maybe a gymnast."
"I love gymnastics," Vivien said.
"Me too," Wendy chimed in.
Luke gave her a suspicious glance. What was Wendy thinking, he wondered. His younger sister was too young to be making suggestive remarks about another man's wife, wasn't she? But as for himself, his curiosity was aroused, if not his cock. This was looking like the right gym to join for sure.
Brad gave them the remainder of the tour and brought them back to the receptionist. He passed out the enrollment forms and excused himself while the family took seats and filled out the 3-page form. He hurried up to Mr. Sanders' office. But he didn't bring a surprise. He found Mr. Sanders in front of his security monitor, similar to those he had at his cabin, staring at the monitor of the reception area.
"You came to tell me about this family I imagine," he said.
"Sure did. They look as good a group of prospects as the Spencers and a bit more varied."
"That heavier set kid and the dad will need some work."
"No doubt, but the wife, daughter and Luke, the older son, are hot as a barbeque pit."
"Did Janet meet them?"
"Not yet, but I'm sure she'll be thrilled yıldızeli escort to do so. They're all signing up now."
The next few months were a time of gradual acclimation. Summer had begun at the time of the Dalton's enrollment and all found time to work out several times a week. Brad gave private lessons to Tom and Larry, who took to the routine better than he thought they would. Tom had a quite decent body beneath his middle-age spread and it was slowly coming back into view. Larry was only about 15 pounds overweight and he, too, had inherited a decent physique that he had allowed sloth and too many sweets and processed foods to corrupt. He was still a bit thick around the middle when August rolled around, but the entire family was moving toward the right goal post.
Vivien and Wendy came in often, sometimes on their own, sometimes together. Both loved wearing tight fitting workout clothes and enjoyed noticing the looks they got from other members, not to mention Brad. Wendy had had a couple of massages and Vivien several with Janet and although they were all proper in how they were conducted, they chatted more wantonly, fantasizing about men they had met and wished they had fucked, or about toys they had always wanted to try but hadn't. Janet confirmed to Brad that Vivien's libido was firing in a lively fashion and Wendy was not far behind. They both had vivid imaginations and much unfulfilled desire.
When Vivien hinted to Tom as they sat naked in the sauna one day that it that must be hard to ignore Luke's magnificent physique, he looked at her askance. She must be kidding. Of course, he was a stud, but he was a son first. There were plenty of other studs in the world, including Brad and his two sons, Jim and Jack, whom they had also met. Tom, like the rest of the family, had fully recognized that the entire Johnson family was what one called Hot, and that not because of the sauna.
Mr. Sanders had made a point of meeting all of them at different times and had become convinced that an invitation to his cabin retreat would soon be in order. He noticed all of them shooting glances at Brad when he demonstrated an exercise and his muscles popped out, on proud display, as well as at other club members who were on the well-stacked or solidly built side. A gym was a great place for ogling and maybe flirting, given the scanty clothes, especially in summer, and the constant emphasis on the body. The sauna only gave another perfect excuse and there were a few times when one of the Daltons entered it only to find a young, hot looking young man masturbating. They stopped, although two men had continued to orgasm after putting a towel over their laps.
Many of the exercises made nipples perk up and peek out of their coverings, others gave more than a hint of the male apparatus tucked inside a pair of shorts, or the solid muscles of shoulders, chest, and legs. It seemed to Mr. Sanders as if the Daltons' collective temperature when on the rise when he finally invited them to come spend a week at his cabin and enjoy the peaceful, relaxing days of summer's fading glory.
They accepted. Tom had vacation time and the kids all had a break between summer jobs and school. Vivien asked who else would be there and Mr. Sanders said it would be all for them, but with luck another family, Brad and Janet Johnson, or perhaps the Spencers might drop in near the end of their stay. The Daltons all had their separate work schedules and gym times so this would be a great chance for them to have some quality time together. Derek Sanders handed them the key to the cabin and instructions on how to get there. His smile was broad and warm and Vivien thought she detected a mischievous undercurrent to it as he glanced at each of them in turn, but what could be mischievous about such a generous offer?
Wendy sat between Luke and Larry on the back seat of their BMW as they made the 2-hour trip to the cabin, the last 30 minutes or so on a winding, uphill dirt road through verdant hills. Then the cabin came into view. It was hardly a cabin but not a mansion either. It was a very well-built ranch home with a high, sloping roof that might have contained some attic space but most if not all the living space was on one level and there was a good deal of it. The kids popped out of the car, stretched out, felt the sun that cut through the trees warm their skin, and were already imaging a few days of very leisurely relaxation. Their parents followed suit. Tom asked the boys to bring the luggage along, not that they had very much, and they made their way to the front door which Tom unlocked.
It was a spacious entry. It opened onto a well-appointed living room with a large picture window opposite the door and two sofas and two upholstered chairs dotting the wood floor. A stone fireplace was at one end and they could see that the kitchen, dining room and hallway led off to the right. Luke and Larry set the luggage down and they all took in the comfortable setting that was now their home yozgat escort for the next few days.
"This is fabulous," Luke said as he walked toward the kitchen. "We can cook a feast in here, and I see there's a patio outside with a barbeque, too."
"And a view of the lake," Vivien said as she watched Luke's leg muscles tighten and relax as he walked ahead of her. He was a hunk for sure, she thought and immediately chastised herself for her wayward thought. Wendy, unbeknownst to Vivien, had the same thought. Her own brother, she thought is one hot dude, a real gem. The girls must crawl over each other to be with him.
Larry and Tom surveyed the space, giving Luke no special attention. They were all in shorts and sandals with t-shirts. Nothing fancy. Vivien and Wendy filled their t-shirts as the men never could and neither wore a bra. Their nipples were visible protuberances and, it must be said, provocations that Larry, Luke, and Tom chose to ignore as much as possible.
Derek Sanders watched their arrival from his upstairs, attic space. They looked delectable in their scanty clothing and he could see that Tom and Larry had both improved their physiques over the last few months. They'd never be Mr. Olympia, but his high quality, color monitors gave him a good view of all five of them. The women and Luke were as hot as he had expected but he hadn't fully grasped how a few more pounds of muscle and a few less of fat had improved Tom and Larry's appearance.
It was Larry who wandered down the hallway first. The doors to three bedrooms were all open on the left. One for the parents, one for the boys and one for lucky Wendy who would be on her own.
"You can bring the luggage down here," he called. "These bedrooms look perfect."
That was when he noticed that they all had king size beds. He and Luke would have to share a single bed but it looked big enough to manage easily enough.
Tom and Luke brought the bags and distributed them among the bedrooms while Wendy wandered along the hallway and opened the closed door on the right. It opened onto a peculiar room, the one that had baffled the Johnsons and Spencers at first.
The room was small and a double bed filled the bulk of it. Derek Sanders had remodeled it earlier in the summer; he shrunk it down even further, and installed higher quality cameras and microphones. Wendy could squeeze in the door, with the bed right in front of her, just 2 or so feet from the left wall. The right wall was just as close except that there was a gap of about 8 feet, out of the 12 or so total feet to the wall in which a small kitchen alcove with a 2-burner stove, sink, countertop, and fridge were placed. Straight ahead, at the foot of the bed was another carpeted gap of about 2 feet, then a small, tiled rise and a tiny bathroom. It was no more than five feet wide with a toilet directly in the middle, facing the bed, a shower head above it, and a small sink to the right. No privacy in this room, Wendy thought. Taking a crap would be a public affair and so would be a shower, or anything else. What the hell is this all about, she wondered.
"Come see this!" she shouted. Her excited cry had everyone hurrying down the corridor to see what she had found. Given the amazing charm and size of the home it must be impressive.
They had all crowded in quickly, puzzled, and eager to see what had caught
Wendy's attention. No one noticed the door close quietly behind them and only Luke heard the quiet click of the lock but he paid it no heed. They hardly had room to all stand near the head of the bed. Luke squeezed past his dad to survey the little kitchen nook and Vivien slid down the other side of the bed to confirm that the bathroom had no door or curtain or privacy.
Surprise surrendered to shock. And fear. What was this all about? Why did this room even exist? We they meant to see it? Be in it? Was a private place of some peculiar kind? Larry, who stood closest to the door, tried to open it, only to notice that there was no knob! No way to open it. And it was sealed shut for sure.
"I think we have a problem," Larry said in his imitation NASA voice of calm.
Tom turned and looked at Larry and followed Larry's eyes to the closed door, the door without a knob or handle.
"Oh, geez," he said. "We're trapped. No windows, and now no door. This may as well be a dungeon. How the hell can we get out of here?"
"There was a lake out there," Luke lemented. "And this door is just a slab of wood, the gap with the frame is really tiny, too; we are truly fucked, sorry. Stuck."
"And beautiful bedrooms that we can't get to until this opens," Wendy said.
"Tom, what the fuck is going on? Who is this Derek Sanders person anyway? Why would he invite us only to trap us? We're miles from anyone," Vivien complained.
Not really, Derek Sanders said to himself. His smile served as his reply. He chose not to reveal his presence. Their fear of entrapment would only be lessened and the severity of his test for them reduced. Instead, he activated his only other surprise for their first day, Blank screens, one of each wall, each about 50-60" in measurement, came to life. There was each recessed into the wall; flush with the wall was a bullet-proof layer of glass behind which sat the monitor. The four monitors flickered to life.