A family trip to the cabin uncovers some taboo secrets

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This is a complete work of fiction. The Author does not condone any of this behavior in real life, as this is simple erotic fantasy.

All characters are 18 and older.


Days of Winter

I watched through the window as the snow came down hard, the first layer covering the meadow like a blanket.

It was thick. The snow, that is… stacking up, out in front of us like a rising tide.

“What do you think?”

It was the voice of my son, Steven, exiting the back bedroom.

I let out a sigh and turned toward him. “I think we’re stuck here. At least until it lets up. It’s coming down hard.”

He looked past me. “Yeah it is, geez. I don’t think we’ve ever been up here when it’s come down this hard.” He walked up to the window, and his breath caused a thin film of frost.

I was wearing thermals, and could use an extra layer on my body. The furnace had gone out, and the wood in the fireplace was just starting to burn through.

“I’m gonna go put another pair of sweats on, you need anything?”

“No mom, I’m good. I might make some hot chocolate though.”

“Mm sounds delicious.” I said as I walked off up the stairs.

I got to my room and I could hear him banging about in the kitchen.

I had felt bad all day, but this was the icing on the cake.

It was my idea to come up to the cabin early. I had wanted to talk to Steven privately, and so I had pushed for him and I to come up early to get the cabin ready.

It would typically take a day to get all the supplies from town, stock everything up, and get the repairs done that were needed. Steven’s wife, Jane, was a teacher, and had to get everything ready going into the winter break. Roger, my husband, Steven’s stepfather had meetings that he couldn’t cancel. So they would be up in a couple of days to join us.

So, I figured I’d take the extra day to drive up and talk to Steven about a few things that had been bothering me. But, I had no idea that we would possibly get snowed in.

I chickened out on the ride up. Maybe that’s being a little harsh. I really just wasn’t sure how to start the conversation.

It was a month prior to this trip that Jane and Steven had gotten into it. Probably the worst yet. At least that I was somewhat witness to.

Jane showed up at my house hysterical.

“Steven is a pervert, Dana.” She started rambling, “I found porn on our computer, I found chats, he’s looking at graphic stuff!” She went on and on.

“Slow down, come inside Jane it’s okay.” I told her as I brought her in.

Roger and I were at church when I received the first hysterical call. Roger stayed and said one of the elders would bring him home. I rushed out of there.

“What’s going on? Take a deep breath, I’m sure everything is okay.” I tried my best to comfort her.

She wiped her eyes and looked at me. “I was on the computer trying to get some assignments done, and it froze on me. Steven was sleeping so I used his laptop.” She sighed hard, shivering. “He had files… they were locked.” She shrugged, “seemed odd.”

“I see…” was all I could manage.

“I typed in a password I thought he’d use… nothing.” She shrugged again. “I pulled up history and he had visited pornographic sites. I don’t know what he was looking at, but…”

“Didn’t you say you saw the history?” I asked, legitimately confused.

“Yes… but they are coded or something. Like locked. I don’t know. I looked up the names and found forums… other wives, saying that they are pornographic sites.”

“He’s a man, Jane.” I shrugged subconsciously, “I mean… I’m sorry but they do that. We don’t want to believe it… we don’t want to acknowledge it, but… they do.”

She continued, ignoring my comment, “He walked out and got mad at me. He yelled, I yelled. I asked him what was in the locked files…” she cried, “he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Nothing?” I pressed, curious.

“He said work stuff.”

“You said chats?” I asked her, refreshing her memory from earlier when she came crying.

“He visited chat sites…” she wiped her nose, “I couldn’t see anything…”

“He works with the government, Jane, you very well could have stumbled upon a file that was classified.”

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