The Cabin
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The soft rumble of the engine of the minivan and the sound of tires on pavement were all but drowned out by the roar of hot wind rushing through the open windows as we progressed down the narrow road through the woods. Why did we have the windows open if the air was hot? The AC was broken in the van. That might not have been such a bad thing, but we were currently experiencing a near record-breaking heatwave.
Sorry, perhaps I started a little too far in. I am Jack, Jack Corrigan. I'm a gamer. Well, that's about as good as the description of me goes since my major is still undecided at the age of twenty one. I live at home with my parents and commute to a nearby college. Luckily, my Dad's a halfway decent lawyer, so even with three kids and my Mom not working, we can still afford to live an above average life, which includes him letting me stay at home without paying rent while I'm studying.
There's not much more to me, I lucked out and managed to have my Mom's metabolism, so I'm pretty thin. While I'm not entirely inactive, I don't necessarily go out of my way to exercise. I have relatively short light-brown hair, and share my father's square jaw and aquiline nose. I'm fairly pale, well, not as bad as my mom and sisters, they practically ignite if they don't wear some strong sunblock.
Fooling around with a few girls aside, I still managed to hold on to my virginity, despite my best efforts. That led to my current lifestyle of trying to distract myself from the admittedly attractive girls in my family with work, games, studies and porn.
So there I was, in an unforgivably hot van cruising through the upper peninsula of Michigan. You see, Dad had managed to find an online auction that was selling a cabin and the acre of land it was on for cheap. He could afford the taxes and maintenance, and planned on using it as a summer getaway, and renting it out as a deer camp for the Yoopers during the hunting season.
With summer vacation just starting for me and my sisters, we were going to take a family trip to the cabin for a while. Tentatively he had planned on two weeks, but had made arrangements to work from the cabin if he wasn't required at the firm. That plan was dashed almost less than an hour it was made. Dad was on retainer for a few clients and two of them had something major come up and needed him around.
He wouldn't say how long he was going to be tied up for, but with the way he was moping around the house for the week before we left, it was obvious it was going to take a long time. Mom, wanting company, had invited my Aunt Caitlin and my cousin Teagan along.
Aunt Caitlin was hesitant to come along, at first, but Dad offered to handle her bills for the month. See, Dad's the kind of guy that never really cared for money. He was smart enough to keep the moochers at arms length, but when it came to family, he almost seemed to get enjoyment out of supporting people.
Mom and Dad had me really young, Mom was only seventeen in high school when they got drunk at a party together. Dad didn't hesitate to take responsibility, and worked hard right out of high school to support our budding family and study at the same time. Dad became a bit obsessed with supporting people after that.
Unfortunately for Mom, Dad's obsession led him to become something of a workaholic. Aside from the first few years, wherein my twin sisters were born, they never really had much alone time. Mom was happy enough raising, us, though, so I can't even recall if they ever fought about it.
Anyhow, that's what ultimately led to the sweaty girl filled van that I was currently trapped in. Mom and Aunt Caitlin were up front with Teagan and I in the two seats in the middle, leaving my sisters Ruari and Aideen to the back bench. Before you ask, Mom's family is a bit obsessed with Irish names, her name is Maire. At least Dad managed to compromise with them to get me the relatively normal sounding name that I have.
Mom was driving. To describe her, I would have to say that she was about as ginger as possible. Her hair was practically orange, her eyes were a bright green, and her skin was about as white as porcelain. Freckles were generously splashed across her face and shoulders. She was fairly short, standing at only about five and a half feet tall. Her waist was too thick and her bust was too small for her to have an hourglass figure, but that's not to say she was heavy. Far from it, she was quite thin, thanks to a metabolism that would give a teenage boy a run for his money. Her face was a bit on the round side, again, with little to no fat, and her nose would be best described as celestial, turning up at the tip just slightly.
Next to her was her sister, my Aunt Caitlin. Aunt Caitlin was a few inches taller than Mom and managed to dodge the ginger bullet. Her skin was fair, but she could still get a healthy tan. Her hair was blond and her eyes were blue. Like Mom, she fell short of having an hourglass figure, though she was probably a cup size or two bigger in the chest. Mom was a 32B, from what I saw in the laundry hamper, so I guessed Aunt Caitlin was probably a C or D. Her face was what gave her away as Mom's sister. Round with a celestial nose.
Next to me, and currently crowding out my foot space was my cousin Teagan. Aunt Caitlin never talked about her father much, but it was obvious that she had to have taken after him. She towered over almost everyone in the family at her height of six feet and some change. Despite being eighteen years old, she had one of the flattest chests I had ever seen outside of a prepubescent girl. She was rail thin and her dark hair was in a pixie cut to cement her tomboyish look. Her feet were large for a girl, and while her hands weren't manly, they were fairly big and sported long, thin fingers. Her light olive skin was quite the contrast to the ghostly faces of the rest of the occupants of the van, but like her mom, her face pegged her as a relative at the very least.
In the back seat, trying desperately to keep as far from one another as possible, were my twin sisters, Aideen and Ruari. They were the same age as Teagan, putting them only three years younger than myself. To describe one of them was to describe them both, with one small caveat. You see, they were mirrored identical twins, to the point where Ruari was left handed, and had to tell doctors to check the right side of her chest when they were listening for a heartbeat. They appeared for all intents and purposes like younger versions of Mom. Unfortunately, from their point of view, their breasts never got very large, leaving them with somewhere around an A cup, if I had to guess. They both wore their hair in a ponytail, and the giveaway as to which one of them was which was the side that their ponytail favored, thanks to their dominant hands being different.
Now that you know who is in the van with me, let me tell you something else. We were practically melting in our seats. We wisely had a lot of water, so we weren't really getting all that short tempered with one another. We were all, however, drenched in sweat. The only one of us moving with any regularity was Mom, on account of having to steer the van down the narrow road.
Luckily, the Sun was going down. Unfortunately, that didn't help much with the heat, or the fact that we had been in the van for a little over eight hours. Sure, getting out of the lower peninsula had only taken a few hours, but the winding roads of the upper peninsula took us on a roundabout path to our cabin. I would have thought we were hopelessly lost if it weren't for the GPS barking out the increasingly sparse directions.
“We're here, gang,” Mom's voice finally broke the silence. A wave of relief swept through the vehicle as we all let out a soft sigh and the occasional raised hand to acknowledge that we had heard her. The car slowed before turning off the narrow road onto an even more narrow gravel driveway. The driveway was nearly three hundred feet long, and the thick canopy of the crowded forest made it feel like a tunnel.
The driveway gave way to a clearing where our cabin sat. It looked to be a single floor affair, but it was pretty spacious. The building, despite being in the boonies, looked quite modern. I could see an AC unit sitting at side of the building, and sent silent thank yous to no one in particular.
“Well, let's get in there and see what was left inside,” Mom said as she stopped the van and turned off the ignition. “It was listed as is, so we get whatever was inside, though we might have to make a trip to one of the bigger cities to pick up whatever is missing.”
We all crawled out of the van and stood there for a minute or so in the no-so-cool shade stretching our legs and getting feeling back into our bodies from the waist down. I reached up and undid the straps holding the luggage to the top of the vehicle and slowly started lowering the luggage. We were going to be here for at least two weeks, so we each had packed a few bags. Two for clothes, and one for miscellaneous items.
Mom had gone ahead and opened the front door, so I did my duty as the only guy around and carried the bags to the front porch, and then into the cabin. I was surprised to see that it was still fully furnished, and relatively clean on the inside aside from a light layer of dust. The entrance opened to a small hall that led to the living room and dining room, carpet and hardwood floor separating the two. Through a door in the living room next to the dining room was the kitchen, which was a narrow affair that ran the length of the dining room with a bar separating it from the dining room and cabinets overhead. Another hallway split ninety degrees to the left from the original where it met the living room and went all the way to the back of the cabin. There were four doors down that hallway.
Aunt Caitlin, Teagan and my sisters were in the living room and took the bags as I carried them in. We laid them out in the living room and took a seat to catch our breaths. The living room was furnished with two recliners and two love seats against the walls and facing a flat screen TV that was hung on the wall next to the entryway to the kitchen. The dining room had a large table that looked like it could seat around eight people. Along the wall opposite the hallway leading to what I assumed were the bedrooms was a series of sliding glass doors through which we could see the woods. The grass was short, as Dad had hired a landscaping crew to clean it up before we arrived.
Once I caught my breath, I walked down the hallway, wanting to see the bedrooms. I opened the first door and sure enough, it was a bedroom. There were a few dressers and a queen sized bed as well as a closet along one of the walls.
The door opposite that turned out to be the laundry room, and next to that was the bathroom. The bathroom was quite large. It accommodated two sinks, a toilet and a rather large tub along one of the walls with a complex hosed shower head hanging above it. There were three curtains for the shower, a plastic one for the inside, and two cloth ones for the outside, one was sheer white and the other was an opaque blue.
I opened the door to what I hoped was the last bedroom, because I didn't think six of us were going to fit on a single queen sized bed. When I opened the door, I was greeted to the sight of Mom trying to hold up a tall dresser with one hand while banging on the wall quite loudly and shouting her head off.
I rushed to push the dresser back into place and noticed a few books that were clearly taking place of a missing leg. I slid them back under the dresser and looked at Mom, who had stopped shouting and was catching her breath.
“What took you guys?” she asked in an irritated tone. “I was shouting my head off for the past ten minutes!” I quirked an eyebrow in response.
“That's strange,” I said, “I didn't hear anything.” Curious, I went back to the hallway. “Try shouting again.” Mom shouted, and as she held it, I closed the door. As the door closed the sound faded nearly completely. If I put my ear to the door or wall, I could make out a very faint voice, but not much else. I opened the door and Mom stopped shouting soon after.
“Looks like the walls are really well soundproofed,” I said. Mom just rolled her eyes.
“I would be happier about that if I wasn't almost flattened by broken furniture,” Mom said, wiping matted hair out of her eyes.
“Hey, I saved you,” I protested. Mom smiled at me.
“Thanks, sweetie,” she said and smacked my butt. “Come on, let's go work out the sleeping arrangements.” We walked out to the living room to see the others in various states of melting into the shapes of the furniture.
“Okay, there are two bedrooms, but only one bed in each,” Mom announced to the puddles of people in the room. “The beds are queen size, so Caitlin and I will take one, you girls can take the other. Jack, it's up to you, do you want to bunk in one of the rooms, or do you want to take one of the couches out here?”
I took a moment to look at the two loveseats. The longest one looked like it might fit my back but my head would be at an awkward angle and my legs would be hanging off the edge.
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