V8 of Eights part 2

Mark sat looking into the fireplace of his uncle’s cabin. The space was amazing. A mix of modern and old school designs, merging into a serene slice of heaven in the woods. This place was where he had often come to uncover his inner feelings about many thing. Today, Mark was contemplating his great run of fortune. He was now employed with a great company, he had graduated well and managed to have the coolest lady on his arm, any man could hope for, Stacy.

Their relationship had bloomed and grown very intimate. Mark was not surprised that Stacy had insisted they move a bit slow and avoid having sex before they were securely exclusive. Stacy was the one quite surprised that he had passed on sex entirely to focus on moving the relationship forward towards marriage. In their negotiations, they finally agreed on some physical middle ground that kept both their values intact.

This was where Mark’s creativity would have to kick in a whole lot. Stacy was not versed in the many ways one can please a partner. Mark only knew, what he knew, thanks to the secrets this cabin held. That was a long story, in and of itself, that would take a while to explain to Stacy. His thoughts were to explore the shallow ends of the depth of his creativity. If she could handle that, this would go a long way in helping them grow together once they introduced sex into their relationship.

In all fairness, Mark was lost in thought, not about the sex, or lack thereof, but the fact his career was taking off at a blindingly fast pace. He was not sure that Stacy would want to have a long distant relationship with him. The job was calling for a lot of travel and a home based on the other side of the continent. Time zones would be a significant issue, of course, but the introduction of kink would further complicate their feelings.

Stacy was quite open to trying many things. She trusted Mark. He had earned his stripes as a reliable and trustworthy man. The history of pulling himself by the boot straps to reach any goal had made him that much more patient and diligent, a thing that had won Stacy over. Most of the guys Meg had blocked were used to buying their way into whatever they wanted. Mark had to either build it with his hands or toil very hard to get what he purchased. That meant that any and everything that happened in their relationship was treasured by Mark.

Stacy was showered with few gifts, but they were always from the heart, well planned, and usually custom made. This held a lot of value for her as no one her age bothered to make anything for her to impress her. Sure, Stacy felt it nice and easy to purchase something or anything for Mark, but seeing how he was not materially driven, she started to learn how to make her own gifts uniquely tailored for Mark. A thing he admired all the more about her.

As the flames of the fireplace danced and swayed about, Mark was having a lot of hard choices to make about the revelations of this cabin. He wanted to bring Stacy to this place and show her things, but he was not sure how much she already knew, or worse, how much she didn’t want to know.

With a fond smile, Mark let himself slip into the memories of this special place in his life. He was not supposed to have known, but he knew. He was holding one of the biggest secrets of the family. One he was hoping that he could eventually share with Stacy, but it was too soon for that.

Back when Mark was a child, he had convinced his parents to let him take a trip with his uncle to this very cabin. The place had a great watering hole that had some amazing fish. Few knew of this place as the whole of the property was privately held and very carefully guarded by friends and family. It had been in the family for some period of time but lost through lack of communication across the various arms of the family tree.

Mark belonged to one of the poorer arms of the family tree. His uncle belonged to the better off arm. The difference between them was not nearly as great as it sounded, but the family divide was deep as if millions had been stolen from people. His uncle kept the place with very few trusted friends and family. The hope was that eventually, when enough time had passed, they would all have access to a wonderful private sanctuary in the woods.

While Mark didn’t know this at the time, his access to the cabin was a rare privilege. A highly controversial sore point that had, been pushed into the dark hushed corridors, of grown folks bickering.

That weekend that Mark visited, he was totally transfixed by the tranquility and serenity of nature. Most of his life had been spent in the concrete and asphalt jungles of urbania struggling to rise up the ranks of the streets. His parents wanted him to know that it was possible to have quiet pollution free living if he just got good enough grades to make a good enough job for a good enough pay. The trip was to help him visualize what was possible. The plan had worked.

What his parents had not anticipated was the secret he had uncovered, as they didn’t know about this. Had they known, they would have never allowed this trip to take place.

As Mark readjusted himself in the seat, he closed his eyes to let the memory wash over him uninterrupted by the beauty of the waning flames.

The fishing trip had been perfect. He had learned so much about what was possible on and in the water. The breeze was cool despite the hot sun. The shade was excellent. His uncle had spent a lot of time answering the many questions he had. This was way more, man to man attention then he was used to, as his Dad and other Uncles were too busy worrying about job security and politics to be bothered with his questions.

As they walked the path back to the cabin, he had sensed a change in his uncle’s pace. The man walked like he had shed off many years of life and was about to meet someone important. Who could that be was not within the young Mark’s grasp as the only person he knew was waiting for them was his aunt.

They arrived to an amazing home cooked meal. It was a bit odd that his aunt had opted to dress up a bit though. It was summer time, it was hot, they weren’t going anywhere for another day. Why would she have on her best white apron and what looked like a movie version of a hotel cleaning outfit? A black one that was form fitting at that? The other puzzling detail was that his aunt had on pantyhose with the outfit.

Now, Mark knew that his aunt was eccentric, based on the gossip children were not supposed to know anything about. She was always viewed as being above and too good for others. She always dressed very conservatively and always overdressed for everything. Granted, the family rarely saw her outside every other family reunions, she was always too dressed up for them.

Many thought that his aunt was responsible for the little money that they should have had… coming to them in the form of an inheritance… that seemed to not be coming… as expected. His uncle invested a lot of energy in defending her honor, not that she ever did anything wrong to anyone. She was really nice. One of the nicest. Never used swear words. Never raised her voice. Always polite. Always squeaky clean. (editorial note… the less fortunate side of the family assumed the aunt had helped shift funds over to the well off side of the family and had taken some herself)

That day, in the kitchen, he saw a playful, happy version of his aunt. She seemed very much alive and happy to be in the kitchen. If he didn’t know better, he would have assumed that it was her favorite place to be.

What caught Mark’s attention that day was how much electricity seemed to flow between his uncle and aunt. They both kept giving each other those yucky googly sexy eyes. The cooties variety. As if it was the coolest thing in the world to do.

Nothing much happened other than that weird electricity. Food was amazing. The two kept giggling every now and again. But other than that weirdness, they were cool.