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SnowBlind

By: bitsieblue



Thanks to NotReallySure, an incredible man who wrote this with me. Check out his story here at literotica!

Alex glanced in the rearview mirror at the couple in the back seat. Ted and Ann had been going at it the whole way, like a couple of teenagers.

"Hey," he said, only half in jest, "Can't you two keep your hands off each other for even two minutes?"

"What's the matter?" cooed Ann, "Haven't you ever seen two people in love before?"

"I've seen lots of people IN love," he responded, "but that doesn't mean I need to watch them MAKING love!"

"Ahh, you're just jealous," Ted laughed.

Alex glanced over at his wife Pam sitting in the passenger seat, and her cheeks flushed pink as he caught her sneaking a peek in the rearview mirror as well. The four of them were on their way up to the mountains for their annual ski vacation together. They had made it a tradition, not missing a year ever since graduating college together ten years ago.

It seemed like the four of them had been good friends forever, but Pamela still felt just the slightest bit insecure around Ann, partly because she and Alex had once been an item together. That was well before Pam and Alex had fallen in love, and she wasn't insecure about the relationship with her husband, but she still couldn't help comparing herself with Ann from time to time. And the contrast was stark – Ann was a compact bundle of energy topped with a mop of dark red curls who always seemed to be at the center of any gathering. Pam, on the other hand, was dark-haired, tall and slender and much more reserved.

Alex peered through the wet windshield, trying to spot the turn-off to the cabin that they had rented through the gathering gloom. They usually stayed at the ski lodge, but Ted had suggested that they might have more fun by renting a private cabin this time instead. The one that he had found sounded great; fully-equipped with two bedrooms, for half of what two rooms would have cost at the ski lodge, and only five minutes drive from the slopes.

However, this idea was looking less and less attractive to Alex as he drove. The snow flurries had started almost right after they crossed the snow line as they drove up the winding blacktop road, and visibility was getting increasingly worse. 

"Listen, you guys, if you can tear yourselves away from each other for a while, I'd appreciate of you could put your eyes out of the car and see if you can help me find the cabin."

The next few minutes passed in silence, until Ted suddenly called out, "There it is!"

The car swerved as Alex had to brake suddenly to keep from passing the unpaved drive with the worn and battered sign – Jones' Cabin. The tires raced and skidded in the slushy snow as they drove up the winding path and pulled to a halt in front of the secluded cabin. As they piled out of the car, the snow flurries intensified.

Ted found the key inside the windowsill, exactly where Mr. Jones had said he would leave it. The two couples rushed to unload the car and get in out of the wind and snow before daylight failed entirely. The cabin was cold, but the electricity worked and the cabin was surprisingly comfortable inside. Alex and Ted started working on getting a fire going, while Pam and Ann split up the bedrooms and unpacked the food in the compact kitchen area.

Ann glanced out the window and saw nothing but driving snow. "I do think we're in for a blizzard," she said. She cut her eyes at Ted and the two grinned knowingly at each other. Ann sidled up to Ted and rubbed his chest. "Remember our honeymoon in Vail?" she purred.

Ted's grin just widened. "Remember? How could I forget? You couldn't take your hands off me," he teased, fingertips rubbing little circles on her back, just above the full swell of Ann's hips.

"As I recall," Ann replied, leaning back and looking up at Ted from under her lashes, "the feeling was completely mutual." She leaned up and brushed her mouth on his, and soon the two were flicking tongues together.

Pam and Alex exchanged a look, and Pam rolled her eyes, shook her head and grinned. "Hey, you two, get a room," Alex joked.

Ted was massaging Ann's round backside, pulling the cheeks apart in the spandex ski pants. "Good idea," he growled, scooping Ann up in his arms. She shrieked, giggled, and played with his hair as he took her to their bedroom and kicked the door shut. 

Pam and Alex sighed a relief. "What's that all about, anyway?" Alex asked.

Pam shrugged. "I think Ann must've hit her mid-thirties stride a little early or something," she replied. "You don't know if Ted's doing any of those up-n-at-em drugs, do you?"

Alex laughed. "Not that I know of. I'll ask him tomorrow."

The noises began almost immediately – first the coos and giggles and shrieks. Then came the groans, the creaking of the bed, the slap of bare flesh. The interior walls were apparently appallingly thin.

Alex and Pam were both listening more intently than they cared to let on as they readied for bed in their room. "God, it's like we rented a porn movie," she murmured.

Alex turned and looked at her, smiling a bit. "You wouldn't want to... you know?" he began, touching her lips with the tips of his fingers.

Pam was surprised at how aroused she was. She answered Alex with a long, deep kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck with a passion she'd rarely felt.

Alex couldn't believe his good luck – he had hoped to get Pam into the mood for some loving at some point this trip, but he hadn't planned on it so soon. Maybe this cabin idea of Ted's was going to work out after all. He felt himself growing hard as Pam's belly pressed into him. But his joy was cut off when Pam suddenly broke the kiss.

"I have to go pee," she muttered breathlessly, and she left Alex standing with empty arms.

She really did have to go, after the long ride up. But the truth was that she was also more than a bit uncomfortable with the way that she had gotten turned on, with Ted and Ann just in the next room. Of course, considering the noises emanating from the other bedroom, neither of those two were liable to take notice of anyone or anything else for some time.....

Pam walked around into the second bedroom and entered the bathroom from their side. The bathroom had two doors - the two bedrooms shared the sole bathroom, with each bedroom having its own separate entrance on opposite sides.

She was about to turn on the bathroom light when she noticed that the door to the Ted and Ann's bedroom was ajar. She just couldn't believe how much noise they were making – it sounded like a porn movie in there. Disgusted, she went over to close the door.

As she approached the door, though, she suddenly saw Ted and Ann framed in the opening. She caught her breath at the sight that faced her.

Ann was lying back on the bed, with her top pulled up to her neck, and her ski pants were long gone, tossed off somewhere in the room. Her panties were hanging off one pretty ankle, and her hands had pushed up her bra and were grasping at her lush breasts.

Ted was still fully clothed, but he was on his hands and knees between her parted legs, nibbling at her stomach as he worked his way slowly down toward her glistening cunt. Ann's head arched back as Ted reached his goal, and her lips let out a muffled cry as his lips and tongue buried themselves in her wet folds.

Pam had never seen such an erotic sight in her entire life. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Kissing Alex had initiated her arousal, and seeing Ted and Ann getting so turned on had compounded the effect. Without even being aware of it, her hand crept up to her breast, brushing one hardening nipple. Her other hand pressed almost involuntarily into her pelvis, as if trying to deny the unwanted dampness that had started developing in her panties.

Pam ducked back a little as Ann's head came back down, her eyes wide as she watched Ted sucking slowly at her most private spots. Their eyes melded as Ted slowly pushed a finger into Ann's wet slit with an audible squelch. Ann groaned.

Ann hadn't seemed to see her, so she moved back up in the shadow of the bathroom and continued her vigil, eyes fixed to Ann's plump mound, the hair trimmed short up top and missing completely around her pussy and ass. Ted's eyes closed as he removed the finger from Ann's pussy and rubbed it suggestively around her anus. He rubbed his face on her wet cunt with abandon. Ann didn't even realize that she was pinching her own nipples, one then the other, as her fingers traced her unshaved lips through her own spandex ski pants.

"What are you doing?" Alex said, impatience driving him to find out why Pam wasn't making the customary noises in the bathroom. Pam jerked around, trying to hide what she was doing in the darkness, ashamed of what she'd been doing. Alex looked over Pam's shoulder to the lewd scene in the other bedroom. The reasons they could hear everything became apparent.

Alex watched his friend and his former girlfriend for a moment, eyes a bit glazed, as Pam tried to push him back into their room. Alex firmly turned Pam back towards the scene. When she resisted, he took both of her slim wrists in his hands and turned her forcefully as she tried to whisper angry resistance. He held both her wrists behind her back and turned her head so she could see. He put his lips close to her ear, close enough that she could feel his hot breath.

"Do you like what you see, Pam?" he whispered. "Do you enjoy watching them fuck? Does it get you excited?" As he spoke, he stroked his hands across her firm tits, lingering over her nipples.

Pam was breathing more heavily now. She didn't actually respond. She just nodded. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this, the sexy scene, the hard feel of his hand restraining her wrists, the fact that he'd been between those legs before. That at least should bother her, but it didn't. She turned her head and kissed Alex harder and with more passion than he'd ever felt from her, pistoning her tongue into his mouth. 

There was a groan from the other room. Both of their heads swivelled to look. Ted had pushed his finger into Ann's asshole and was twisting it languidly back and forth as his tongue flicked gently over the tip of her clit. Ann was writhing on the bed, legs held wide, as Ted watched her reactions intently.

Alex pushed the door open wider, slowly, until it was all the way open. Then he dragged Pam back to their room with a fist in her hair. She gasped, trying to stay quiet as his roughness thrilled through her. Alex pushed their door all the way open, too, leaving the room dark except for a small bedside lamp. He then turned to Pam, whose breasts were heaving so beautifully with her breath, and said, "Strip for me."

Pam just stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights. One part of her brain was screaming at her to stop this before it went any further. But she couldn't deny her sudden arousal. And she was even further aroused by Alex's forceful response – this was a side of him that she had never seen. Her rational side was overwhelmed by the lust that had been ignited within.

Alex leaned back on the bed as Pam slowly started swaying before him. Her hands reached to the bottom of her sweater top, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it into a corner of the room in one sweeping movement. The cool air of the room raised sudden goosebumps on her skin. She reached back behind herself and unhooked her bra, crossing her arms across her breasts as if to shield them from Alex, as she let shrugged the bra off and let it fall to the floor.

"Let me see those tits," commanded Alex in a hushed voice.

Pam slowly lowered her arms, revealing the soft swell of her cleavage. While she had a slender build, her breasts were quite full, and rode proudly on her chest. She stared at Alex as her hands came up to grasp her tits, accenting their voluptuousness as she squeezed them. As her hands dropped below her aureoles, cupping her breasts, her stiff nipples sprang into view.

"Now the rest," croaked Alex, his hoarse voice betraying his own arousal. His hand was idly stroking the front of his pants. Pam could see his arousal outlined clearly – she had never seen him so big.

Pam turned sideways, giving Alex a view of her half naked profile as she bent over to pull first one and then the other of her shapely legs out of her spandex ski pants. She pulled her panties and pants off and tossed them into another corner of the room in one smooth motion, and then stood before Alex with arms thrust out and legs spread wide. "Is this what you wanted to see?" she panted.

Alex was shocked at the transformation in his normally conservative wife. He couldn't believe the change that had come over her. Hell, she usually insisted on making love in the dark! The sight of Ted and Ann making love, and Alex's forceful reaction to her arousal, had somehow flicked a switch and turned her into a sexual inferno.

But this was no time for second thoughts. Alex leaped off the bed and hopped frantically on one leg, trying to remove his pants. As he turned away from Pam to pull them off, she grabbed him from behind, grasping at his sweater to pull it over his head. The two of them fell naked together onto the bed, their arms and legs intertwined as they grasped at each other.

Their open lips and teeth mashed together, tongues dueling furiously. Alex reached around behind Pam to grasp at her ass cheeks, spreading them wide to each side and pulling her groin to his. Pam reached up to grab Alex's head with both hands, gasping as if to inhale him entirely. Her wetness coated his raging erection, smearing the juncture of their thighs, and their hips jerked violently as they sought connection.

Alex rolled her over onto her back. His stiff prick slid into Pam easily, as her leg came up to wrap itself around him and pull him in further. Their friends in the other room were forgotten entirely – nothing mattered except their overwhelming need to put out the fires that threatened to envelope them both.

With a guttural growl to match Pam's banshee scream, Alex plunged to the hilt and began fucking her savagely, holding her down, using her cunt. Pam ground against him, desperately fucking up at him, hips snapping hard, making every thrust violent, raw. He'd never felt this big. He'd never fucked her, she realized, he'd only made love to her. She realized she loved being fucked.

"God, I love the way you're fucking me," she growled as she grabbed his ass, pulling him harder, deeper, nails scoring tracks in his flesh.

Alex groaned in pleased disbelief, fucking Pam harder than he'd ever fucked anything in his life. The hot, thick cock stroked her need, filled her cunt. It was too much.

"Oh god, oh god, oh FUCK I'm fucking CUMMING, Alex, FUCK me, Jesus Christ YES!" she began screaming, and she didn't stop. She continued to scream nasty thoughts, urging him on. Alex continued to pound into her hot, convulsing cunt as she came, over and over, cumming himself with a roar just as she began to subside. Their mouths met and they kissed, primally, as Alex ground the last of his seed deep into her.

As their eyes met, tenderly, joyfully, there was a noise from the door. They remembered their friends.

As they looked up, both Ann and Ted were standing there, Ann's tits in Ted's hands, and Ted's cock in hers. Neither of them had seen Ted's cock earlier, and they both registered that it was much longer and thicker even than Alex's. "Wow, that was something else!" Ann grinned. Ted's eyes showed disbelief. Alex could mentally hear Ted calling him a liar about Pam's timidity in bed after the scene he'd just witnessed. Pam gave a little shriek and tried to cover herself, but couldn't really accomplish that with Alex on top of her, his still-throbbing cock embedded in her. He began to grind slowly into her again, this time watching Ted and Ann.

Suddenly, everything went black. "Shit," he heard Ann curse. Pam managed to wriggle out from under him and dart into the next room mumbling something about candles. Alex got up on the other side of the bed and immediately bumped into Ted and Ann. Ted began to speak into his ear very quietly.

"You wait here, Alex," he murmured, "let me take care of this." And before Alex could answer, Ted walked off into darkness after Pam.

Alex got up to follow him, but Ann tugged him back down onto the bed where she was sitting. "Ted can take care of everything," she said. "I don't want to be stuck here in the dark all alone. Stay with me here until the lights go back on, please?"

Alex was suddenly aware of her naked body pressed up against his. She was still damp from her exertions. Alex felt her soft thigh slide over his as she reached out with her hand and grabbed hold of his cock. "Hey," she giggled, "I remember this thing, but it was usually somewhat bigger than this!"

Alex started from her touch, but fell back to the bed under her weight. He suddenly felt himself hardening slowly under her manipulation, as her fingers traced his still semi-hard cock. He started to protest, but only managed to get out a muffled "Mmmpph" as her mouth pressed over his, her hardened tongue dancing around the inside of his mouth as she pressed him back into the bed.

Her mouth broke from his. "I can't take this! I was just about to come when the lights went out. I need you to fuck me!!"

She plunged her mouth back down onto his, sucking voraciously as her hips ground rhythmically onto Alex's cock. Her breasts were pressed hard into his body, her stiff nipples boring two small holes into his chest. She reached down with one hand and slid his cock into her steaming wet pussy.

Alex groaned with pleasure. All thoughts of Pam were driven from his head by the erotic stimulation of her writhing mouth and body on his. Ann sat up straight, plunging him even deeper inside of her. She reached down and pulled his hands up to cup her breasts.

"Fuck me!!" she hissed. Alex thrust his hips upwards, squeezing her tits in his hand, as all other thoughts were forgotten.

While the two former lovers were rediscovering their lust for each other, Pam was groping around in the darkness. "Where are those candles we brought up? They've gotta be here somewhere...." She suddenly became aware of another shadow in the room. "Alex??....." her voice trailed off.

Ted sidled up behind Pam and nuzzled her neck, fingertips immediately and familiarly cupping her tits, squeezing them, rolling her nipples slowly, sensually. Pam smiled to herself. "Mmmmm... that was hot, wasn't it?" she whispered, thinking she was with Alex. She heard the sounds of fucking from the other room, the soft groans, the sucking and slapping of flesh, and giggled, her hands over Ted's. "They're still at it... wow, honey, I never had any idea that would make me so crazy..."

Ted squeezed a little harder and made a small noise of assent, mind reeling with delight that Ann had managed to fuck Alex so easily. His hands diverged, one sliding up her chest to her chin, tipping her face to the side so he could tongue and nip and suck at the silky skin of her neck. His other hand slid down her belly, rubbing through her pubic hair and into her slit, soaked with her juice and Alex's cum. His fingers stroked her clit, back and forth, and she growled a little.

A sharp squeal came from the bedroom, followed by Ann's loud groan of "Oh God, fuck, yes, fuck my cunt, baby, fuck it hard!"

"I wish we could see them," Pam whispered as Ted rubbed her slit faster, in little circles over her clit. "Ooooohhhh...! I want more... I want you to fuck me..." she whispered.

Ted pushed her forward a couple of steps, his hand in front to find the edge of the sofa. When he found it, he pushed his hand into Pam's hair and pushed her, a little roughly, until she was bending over the edge. He used his feet to kick her feet a little wider, and rubbed her from behind, fingers dancing over her clit, teasing her cunt, rubbing slowly and sensually over her asshole. Pam squealed a little and groaned in pure pleasure as Ted played with her entire slit. Ted knelt behind Pam and drove his face into her cunt much more forcefully than Alex ever had done, sucking up the sweet juices of Pam and Alex's loveplay. Pam's body was wracked with spasms as her sucked, licked, and bit at her hole and clit. She mewled and whimpered as he drove his tongue into her cunt, then moved it up and drove it with equal force into her asshole.


SnowBlind



"God, Alex, what the hell's gotten into you?" she asked playfully. She suddenly had a feeling that something wasn't quite right. Ted stood behind Pam rubbing just the tip of himself against her. She groaned and squirmed as his hand came back to her hair, holding her bent so far over the sofa that she was on her toes. The rough easy-to-clean fabric of the sofa roughed her sensitive nipples as her pussy pulsed with need.

Suddenly, Ted slammed his full length deep into Pam's little pink puss, and she screamed, realizing at once what was not right. It wasn't Alex. Ted ripped into her leaving her feeling deflowered once again, pain and pleasure mingling as he split her wide.

Ted began immediately fucking the shit out of her with that monster dick, and Pam couldn't even find breath to protest as he slammed her against the back of the couch. Pam began orgasming almost immediately, pussy convulsing on Ted's huge member, milking him. Ted had been almost as close to cumming as Ann, and as Pam thrashed under him, her tight hot sheath rolling in and out with every stroke, he came in just a few minutes.

Pam gasped for breath, mind reeling. Oh god, she thought, the sex sounds from the other room. That was Ann and Alex.

Ted panted as he draped himself over Pam's sweaty back, feeling her own rhythmic breathing as she came down from her high. But he had other plans for Pam. He forced himself to stand up, pulling his still-stiff prick out of her cunt with an audible plop. Pam sighed, feeling the sudden void left in her pussy.

"Come with me!" he commanded.

Ted placed his arm around her middle, pulling her up off the couch and half-dragging her naked form back towards the bedroom. "W-What are you doing??" she whispered urgently. "They're going to catch us!!"

"Not if we catch them first," he chuckled. He didn't give Pam a minute to think about where she was headed. Before she knew it, he had propelled her through the bedroom door. Her knees buckled against the bed as she bumped into it in the dark, and she found herself falling headfirst into the squirming pile of flesh that was her husband and Ann.

"What the –" sputtered Alex, feeling the added weight pushing into his body from the side. Ann was riding high above him, grinding her hips ever deeper onto his now-fully-engorged cock. She reached her arms over to pull Pam into their embrace, just as Ted grabbed her from behind. "I brought a present for you!" he hissed into Ann's ear.

Pam was so turned on that she didn't care who or what she was fucking anymore – she just knew that she needed more. She pressed her breasts into Alex's face, wagging her hips as if to find something to fill them. Ann obliged, sinking three of her fingers deep into Pam's pussy, pressing upwards to massage the inside of her vagina as her thumb rolled over Pam's clit. Pam's eyes rolled back into her head.

Ann and Ted had talked about the possibility of getting Pam and Alex into a sexual tryst, but she hadn't guessed that it would be so easy to get the prudish Pam into the proper mood. Maybe the sudden darkness and the howling snowstorm outside had done the work for them. In any case, she wasn't going to let any of them miss the opportunity.

She rolled off of Alex's cock, pulling Pam over and centering her thighs over Alex's raging cock. Separating Pam's slippery cunt lips with one hand and pushing her hips down, she could hear the squelching sound as his cock slipped all the way into Pam's steaming cunt in one stroke. But she wasn't through with Pam yet.

"Get over here, stud!" she grunted, pulling Ted's hips over to press on to Pam's heaving ass. "I want you to fuck her in the ass!" Ann grabbed Ted's newly-hardened cock, rubbing the slick head down Pam's bobbing ass to separate her asscheeks and find her puckered hole. She reached over with her other hand to insert one finger into Pam's ass, massaging it in a circular motion to widen her asshole.

Ted felt his cock slide towards the juncture of Ann's finger. As she pulled it out of her loosening ass, he felt the tip of his prick enter her. Without hesitating, he slid it slowly but forcefully into her, feeling her bowels massage and engulf him.

"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me....." Pam mumbled through her haze. The initial pain was replaced by another feeling as she felt his fullness stretch her inside. Alex was oblivious to the change in her – he kept humping slowly and steadily under Pam as he sawed his rock-hard cock in and out of her.

Ted adjusted his rhythm to Alex's, so that one was moving in as the other moved out. The combined effect of their throbbing cocks was too much for Pam. She felt herself reaching higher and higher, towards as orgasm like none she had ever imagined.

Ann ran her hands over their heaving bodies, pleased with her work as she handled the sweaty trio, first tickling Ted's balls, then running her hand up to squeeze Pam's cunt. She bent her head down to taste the combined fluids coating their genitals, licking hungrily from the base of Alex's cock to Pam's pussy, and then to Ted's balls, ending up finally at Ted's salty ass.

Suddenly, she needed release of her own. She scrambled around the heaving bodies towards the head of the bed, turning around to face Pam as she inserted her ass in front of Pam's bobbing, lowering her dripping cunt onto Alex's face. 
 "Suck me!" she cried, as she leaned forward to mash her tits into Pam's face. Ted pressed his body lower onto Pam's, pressing her deeper onto Alex's cock. He leaned forward to catch Ann's lips with his open mouth, enveloping her mouth with a long tongue-searching kiss.

Pam grabbed Ann's tits and hung on for dear life as the orgasm screamed through her, short-circuiting all her control. She screamed as she squeezed those tits, hips thrashing, bucking violently from Alex to Ted, back and forth. Everyone held still to let Pam have her moment. She subsided slowly, head pillowing on Ann's tits, gasping and panting for breath.

"Jesus Christ!" she breathed.

"Are you all right, baby?" Alex asked from under Ann's crotch. 

Pam nodded and moaned, "Mmhmm," against Ann's tits, making Ann groan as her head rubbed her hard nipples. Ann was pushing down on Alex's mouth again, and Pam noticed her hungry movements as Alex's throbbing and Ted's renewing thrusts pulled her back to awareness of the other three people. She considered the silky firm texture of Ann's breasts. It was not unpleasant, not at all. She turned her head slightly and sucked gently on a nipple. Ann cried out softly and put a hand on the back of Pam's head. Ted leaned across Pam's shoulder as he pumped slowly into her ass and fastened his lips onto Ann's other nipple, sucking and biting hard, as Ann liked. The dual sensations, a man and a woman, rough and rowdy versus soft and sweet, was making her crazy. 

Ted switched to sucking on Pam's earlobe. "I think she needs a cock in her," he whispered. "But first, I'd like to see you bite that nipple."

Pam sucked a little harder, then bit the taut nub of flesh. Ann groaned, fingers tight in Pam's hair. Pam released her, the nipple popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. "I think you're right, Ted. I think this little slut's getting awfully hungry for some good cock."

Ted slowly pulled his thick cock from Pam's ass, and Pam slid off of Alex's cock, feeling suddenly much too empty in spite of her relative satiety. Mischievously, she took Ann's nipples between her fingers, pinching, pulling Ann down Alex's body. When Pam's eyes met Alex's she could see the fierce joy in them, the pride in her, how pleased he was, and she smiled into those beautiful eyes of the man she loved as she worked his cock into his ex-lover's cunt.

Which is when Pam realized that the lights had come back on. That, and Ted saying, "Hey, the electricity's back!"

Pam looked at the three of them, and they looked at her. Her face reddened, her eyes widened, and she shrieked, diving back into their room and closing the door. Alex, Ted and Ann looked at each other, then Ted, with a grin, knelt in front of Ann and began to lick her clit. Ann groaned, her pussy tightening on Alex. Alex decided that, since Pam had put his cock into Ann, he wasn't going to stop. He began driving his hips upward, fucking Ann hard.

The three fucked until Ann had come, then Alex disengaged sheepishly grinning, saying he'd better check on Pam. Pam was in the shower and Alex joined her, sudsing her back.

"You okay, darlin?" he asked her.

She nodded, distant.

"You sure?"

She nodded again. "Fine."

He considered for a few moments as he washed her back, then slid his hands around and, pushing his body to hers, began washing her front. Intimately, but not sexually. "Well, maybe next time..."

"No. No next time," Ann broke in.

Alex paused again. "Honey, I mean, why not? It's not like..."

"No, Alex," she began, turning to look at him. "And I don't want to discuss it any more."

Alex sighed and continued washing his wife, letting her take her turn to wash all the juices of their play with Pam and Ted away from his body. They dressed in their room, quietly, then sat down in the kitchen with some sandwiches. Pam and Ted came out a while later, but at the look on Alex's face and the small warning shake of his head, they said nothing about what had just happened. Instead, they talked about the skiing they were looking forward to, which slopes were best, and the warm, cozy atmosphere they expected at the lodge tomorrow afternoon. 

A little while later, Ann and Alex went to bed. Alex lay there for some time, staring at the ceiling in the dark room, wondering what had happened. Ann tossed and turned, but didn't say a word, and didn't touch him after their usual good night kiss. Finally, she slipped from the bed. Alex noticed that she was moving carefully, as if trying not to wake him. He obligingly pretended to be asleep.

He must have dozed off then, because his eyes opened with a start, sleep disturbed by a strange sound. He felt the bed; he was still alone. That's odd, he thought, and climbed out of the bed as he heard more sounds. He followed the sounds into the bathroom, where he could plainly hear the sounds of sex.

"Oh fuck, yes, Pam, lick me, lick my pussy, fuck yes!" he heard, and he looked through the cracked bathroom door to see into the other couple's room, lit with candles. Ted sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room, his cock completely inside Ann's pretty little pink cunt. She leaned back, her head beside his. He nibbled at her ear and neck and pulled and twisted her hard nipples. Pam knelt on the floor in front of the two, licking and sucking first at Ann's clit, then at Ted's balls. 

Alex watched amazed for a moment, then shook his head and grinned. He should have known. Genies rarely will go back into their bottles. He slipped off his robe and hung it on the back of the bathroom door as he prepared to rejoin his wife.



Snowblind



The snow seemed to be coming down harder than it had been about ten minutes ago, or maybe it was just being blown around more by the wind. Either way, I wished that I was home where it was warm.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going out in this storm, Emma." I lamented.

"It wasn't this bad when we left home," my sister said "besides, you volunteered for this, Brad, so quit pissing and moaning."

My big sister was right, as usual. It had been her idea to go cut a Christmas tree that afternoon, and I was more than willing to help.

It was December 18th. Our parents had decided to spend Christmas and New Years with our aunt and uncle in Arizona. They had been gone two days. Now I envied them.

"Are you sure you two will be okay while we're gone?" mom had asked me and Emma a few days before they left.

"We're sure, mom," I assured her "you and dad have a good time; don't worry about us."

"We'll be fine, mom," Emma added "and don't worry, I'll keep baby brother here in line while you're gone -- no parties or rum in the eggnog for him."

Mom laughed as she placed clothes in a suitcase.

I did not laugh. I was eighteen and although Emma was four years my senior I resented how she pulled rank on me at times.

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped as I gave my sister a shove by her shoulder.

Mom gave us a worried look. "I hope I don't come home and find that you two have killed one another." she said.

"You won't," my sister piped up. "you might find Brad dead, but you can always adopt another son." Emma laughed as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders tight and ground her knuckles into the top of my head.

I felt a strange mix of sensations -- Emma's breasts pressed to my back and arm, as well as her hard knuckles rubbing on my skull. They hurt, but what concerned me was my growing erection. I broke free from my sister and gave her a glare as I brushed back my hair.

As I sat in the front seat of Emma's Buick watching large flakes of snow fall I wished I was with our parents, or anywhere warmer.

Despite her age, Emma welcomed the Christmas season with all the excitement and joy of a child. It was infectious. The biggest curmudgeon on the planet would get in the Christmas spirit after a few hours around Emma. At that moment that curmudgeon was me. 

Emma's car sped along the narrow, snow-covered dirt road. The Christmas tree that my sister and I had cut stuck out a couple of feet from the trunk of the car. Banks of snow perhaps four feet high lined each side of the road from where the plough had pushed it aside after the last storm over a week ago. I thought that Emma was going too fast considering the snow and ice on the road, but given how stubborn my sister was I knew that if I had have voiced my concern she would have sped up. I kept silent and wished I had a St. Christopher medal, even though I wasn't Catholic.

When Emma and I were kids our dad and our Uncle Steve, dad's older brother, had built a camp on a piece of property about an hour's drive from our house. Once Emma and I grew older we lost all interest for camping; so did Uncle Steve's kids, Kelli and Brian. We found other ways to occupy our time. Spending a weekend camping with your parents in the back of beyond is not a cool thing to do when you're a teenager. Dad sold his half of what the camp was worth to Uncle Steve, with the agreement that we could still cut a tree each Christmas on the property. The two acres of land was dotted with pine and spruce which made excellent Christmas trees. It had become a family tradition to go up there each year and get a tree. This was the first year that we were not joined by our father.

"It is a pretty bad storm, isn't it?" Emma said, looking nervous.

"You're just figuring that out?" I snapped, watching the snow fall.

Emma turned her head and stuck out her tongue, then laughed. Her eyes stayed on me a while as she observed the frown on my face; too long.

I really can't blame my sister for not having seen the deer run across the road in front of us because I didn't either. It was as though it came out of nowhere. An instant later it was leaping over the bank on the opposite side of the road and into the woods.

"Look out!" I screamed as I pointed towards the buck with large antlers galloping across the road.

I heard Emma swear as she hit the brakes. I could feel the ass end of the car slide one way, then another. The bank of snow along the road to my right seemed to be charging towards the car. Emma turned the wheel and tried to correct her spin, but it was too late. The car fish-tailed once more before it careened into the wall of snow.

I managed to brace myself on the dash just as my side of the car slid into the snow at the edge of the ditch. For a moment I wondered if I was dead. Emma was gripping the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.

"Fuck!" she shouted, banking her fist on the dash.

My sister threw the car into reverse and pushed down on the accelerator hard -- too hard. I could hear the wheels spinning. For a moment it seemed like we were going to get out of the snow bank, then I felt the rear end of the car slide further to my right. Now we were deeper than before; maybe even in the ditch.

"Stop spinning, Em," I said "you're only making it worse."

"I know what I'm doing, Brad," she snapped "I've been driving longer than you."

I clenched my jaw and fought the urge to argue. That would not help.

"I'll get out and push." I said.

The passenger side door was up against the heap of snow. All I could see was snow as far as half-way up the window. Emma climbed out of her side to let me out.

I walked around the car, trying to figure out which direction would be the best to push. Either way seemed hopeless. The car was lodged in the snow bank pretty good -- maybe up to the axle on the back end. I lowered my centre of gravity and shoved as hard as I could on the front of the car while Emma gunned the engine. When I saw the back end slide and sink deeper on the snow I knew it was useless to push. I shook my head and walked around to the driver's side.

"It's no use, Em," I said "it would take at least three people to push us out. We need a tow."

"Shit." Emma spat out.

Once again my sister hit the dash with her fist. She turned the car off.

The sky had begun to turn dark. The wind had picked up too. I shoved my hands in my coat pockets and shivered.

"Call 911 and tell them we need a tow truck here." I said.

"Uh... you're not going to like what I have to tell you." my sister said with a nervous look.

"What?"

"My cell phone... it's home, charging." I think I saw fear in my sister's dark eyes as she waited for my response.

"Jesus, Em..." I snapped.

"Sorry. How was I to know we were going to get stuck? It's not my fault that deer ran out in front of us. We were only going a ways, so I didn't think I'd need my phone."

I looked up and down the narrow country road, hoping to see a vehicle. Not only was the road deserted for as far as I could see, we had not encountered another vehicle since we had turned off of the pavement about ten miles back. There weren't even any tire tracks in the snow indicating that anyone else had driven by.

"What do you want to do?" my sister asked.

"Go home where it's warm." I snapped.

"It's a ten mile walk to the main highway, Brad, maybe more, and it's getting dark. We could always sleep in the car and head out on foot in the morning." she said.

"Yes, and freeze to death out here, or get eaten by a bear." I said.

"Bears are hibernating now," she said "but it is really cold."

"So do you have any bright ideas, Miss My Cell Phone is Charging?"

The look on my sister's face told me that she was angry, but I could tell that she was also worried. She grew quiet as she looked out of the windshield. Already snow was accumulating now that the wipers were turned off.

"We could always walk back to the camp." she suggested after close to thirty seconds.

"That's over a mile. Besides, what do we do once we get there? It has no electricity or phone."

"Look, Brad, walking home in the dark during a blizzard is not an option," she said "neither is sleeping in the car. I don't have enough gas to run it and keep the heater going all night. That's a good way to die of carbon monoxide poisoning anyway."

"So..." I asked.

"So we walk back to the cabin, break in, and stay the night there. Tomorrow we can walk out to the highway. Maybe someone will drive by before we get there." she said.

"Break in?"

"It's an emergency. Uncle Dave will understand. We can close the door when we leave tomorrow and call him to let him know what happened."

I didn't like any of our options, but my sister's seemed to be the best of the worst. The wind was cutting through my jacket and walking back to the cabin to find shelter sounded better with each passing minute.

Emma hid her purse under the seat of the car, then locked the car doors. I had already begun walking. I heard her call out to me to wait for her. When I stopped and turned I saw my sister jogging towards me over the packed snow. Her breasts bounced and jiggled beneath her jacket as she ran towards me. In seconds my cock was hard.

Emma and I walked back from where we had come from in near silence. Neither one of us had planned on an expedition like this during a winter storm so we had not dressed for it. Besides boots and jeans, Emma and I were just wearing sweaters and jackets.

It took almost twenty minutes before we reached the driveway to Uncle Dave's camp. Already the tracks that our car tires had left in the snow down the driveway were beginning to fill in with freshly fallen snow. Emma trudged along beside me. I knew she must have felt as relieved as I did when we saw the camp. It was just a small bungalow with one bedroom, but it may as well have been The Promised Land at that moment.

"So, now what? How are we going to get the door open, Brad? You look like you're strong enough to kick it open." 

I thought over my sister's words for a moment, then had a flash of inspiration and hope. Towards the other end of the small verandah was a wooden green box that was used to store firewood in. I raised the lid and shifted the wood about. When I found a small plastic bag towards the bottom of the box I smiled in relief. I pulled it out.

"What's that?" Emma asked.

"Just a bag," I said as I reached inside it "but it's where dad used to hide the extra key."

The smile returned to my sister's face as she saw me produce the small brass key. I pinched it between my nearly-frozen fingers, feeling pleased with myself and very relieved.

Emma and I had not been in the camp in years, but it was exactly as I had remembered it. Knickknacks and other assorted kitsch lined the walls and shelves. Hanging from a wall was a large tapestry of a deer amongst snowy trees that looked much like the one that had run out in front of the car. On the other side of the room was a small wood stove beside a tattered plaid couch that dad had bought at yard sale years ago.

"I'll bring some wood in." I told my sister, watching her brush snow from her hair and shoulders.

When I returned inside with an armload of wood and some kindling I saw a stack of magazines dating back to the 1980s on a table beside the couch. I began tearing out pages and balling them up. I threw them into the stove.

"See if you can find some matches or a lighter." I told Emma.

Emma searched through cupboards and drawers on the other side of the room while I dropped paper and sticks of pine in the stove. She returned shortly after with a box of matches. I struck one and smiled as I watched the flames envelop the pages of the magazine. I tossed a few more sticks of kindling in.

"I never knew you were such an outdoorsman, little brother."

I couldn't tell whether or not my sister was being sarcastic, but I assumed she was. I ignored her and got the fire going.

I was chilled to the bone, so it seemed like it was taking far to long for the fire in the stove to get going. The wood was damp, so I waited. When I felt heat begin to radiate from the cast iron stove I held my hands over it and stood as close as I could.

It was dark now, although it was still not quite seven o'clock. Moonlight shone through the windows but it hardly provided enough light. I searched through the cupboards and drawers until I found some candles. I pushed the base of one into a holder that was on the counter and lit it. Soon the yellow glow helped to light the room. I brought the candle over and placed it on the table where I'd found the magazines.

Emma was standing in front of the stove warming herself. When I turned and saw the golden light from the candle flicker over her face I was struck by how pretty she looked. It was not the first time I had been aware of how lovely my sister was, but there was something about the candlelight that softened her features and made her hair and eyes shimmer. My cock began to harden and I tugged my jacket down a bit.

"Thanks, Brad." Her voice sounded as soft as her skin looked and she was smiling for the first time in a while.

"For what?"

"For saving my life."

"Don't exaggerate, Em. All I did was start a fire." I said.

"Yes, but it's my fault that we're in this situation," she said "I know it was stupid of me to leave my cell home. I was driving too fast too, but I was in a hurry to get home."

"It's not your fault, Em; blame that damn deer. I hope his head ends up above someone's mantle."

My sister laughed hard.

"Come on over here and get warm. You look cold." she said.

Emma tugged at my arm, drawing me closer to the stove. She had unzipped her jacket. Her dark brown hair was still damp from the snow that had fallen on it and melted. As I held my hands over the stove my eyes darted towards her chest. She was wearing a red cardigan. Her round breasts pushed out at it. They looked firm. 

Actually, I knew that my sister's breasts were firm. I was sure that Emma would have never allowed me to feel her, but there had been a few glorious times when I had been able to give the side of one a gentle caress with my fingers when we hugged. She never protested or reprimanded me so I assumed she either didn't felt it, or assumed it was accidental and remained silent to avoid an awkward moment.

"That little stove really gets hot." Emma remarked.

I nodded, then watched as my sister shrugged off her jacket and tossed it on the couch. Her breasts filled out her cardigan as she slid her arm from the sleeve of the jacket. Her nipples were hard and thick as they protruded out from the red material. I was still examining them with my eyes when Emma turned back to me. She followed my gaze and grinned.

"Okay, so I'm still a little cold," she said with a chuckle "I didn't wear my wool bra today."

I gave a nervous laugh as my eyes met hers.

"Maybe that's good. Wool is itchy." I said.

"Yeah... sometimes I sacrifice comfort for style, even if I end up freezing my tits off." Emma let out another giggle and I noticed her breasts jiggle.

I was getting even more turned-on now. My sister was not in the habit of making such brash remarks, but on the few occasions that she did I enjoyed it.

"Well, it doesn't look as though that's happened to you. Everything seems in order."

Emma tilted her head down, then peered left and right. She gave her breasts a quick squeeze and smiled.

"Yup... they're right where I left them." she said as her eyes met mine.

An uncomfortable silence fell between me and my sister. I stared at the top of the stove as I rubbed my hands. Finally they were warming up. I wanted to take my coat off, but felt more secure with it hanging down to cover what I was sure must be a bulge in my jeans. Although I was thinking about Emma I didn't dare look at her. It was only when she spoke that I turned my head towards her.

"I was the first girl you saw topless, wasn't I?" Emma had a devilish grin on her face that was enticing.

"I guess," I mumbled "mom used to let us take baths together when we were little."

"No, I mean way after that," she corrected "one of the last times we came up here with mom and dad you walked in on me changing into my bikini."

I recalled the incident and my sister's red bikini as vividly as if I had happened yesterday. Emma had gone into the bedroom in the corner of the camp to change because she was going out to tan. Mom and dad had gone for a walk and I thought my sister was elsewhere. She must have thought the same about me because the bedroom door was half-way open. I had left my Discman in there and wanted to get it. When I stepped inside the tiny bedroom Emma jerked around and gasped. She was only wearing her bikini bottoms and although she attempted to cover her bare chest she wasn't fast enough to prevent me from getting a good look at her breasts.

"Get out, you pervert!" My sister shouted as she shoved her hand into my chest, covering herself as best she could with her other arm.

I stumbled backwards out of the room, feeling horny and scared. Emma slammed the door shut. For the rest of that weekend I barely spoke to my sister, nor could I face her -- although I never looked at her the same way ever again.

"You called me a pervert." I reminded my sister.

Emma turned her head from the stove with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry... I was just so embarrassed about you having seen me." she said.

"It's okay," I said "I guess having your brother walk in on you when you're changing is bound to unnerve you."

"It wasn't so much that it was you," she explained "I've never been too shy around you, but back then I wasn't too comfortable about my body. I hated how small my boobs were."

My eyes moved to my sister's chest once more and I smiled to myself.

"What?" Emma spat out, wide-eyed.

"I was just thinking that you've changed a lot since then."

Emma pressed her left hip to me and slipped her arm around my shoulder. When she kissed my cheek I felt my whole body tense and my cock get harder.

"You pervert." she whispered in my ear. 

My sister's voice was soft and teasing, like her hand was as it slid down my back. I smiled at her, then took another look at her swollen nipples.

"Still cold, Em?" I taunted.

"No." she said in a husky voice.

Emma removed her arm from my shoulder and sat down on the couch. She pushed her jacket aside and ran her eyes up and down my body. I liked it, although it made me nervous because of my erection.

I unzipped my jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair by the counter. I walked over to the couch, standing in front of my sister. She was bent over undoing the laces of her boots. Her breasts swayed as she pulled a boot off. I also noticed that as she bent over I could see a bit of her round breasts and the valley between them down the front of her cardigan. Emma looked up before pulling her other boot off and smiled. She tossed the boot aside, then leaned back on the couch.

I felt uneasy as I sat down beside Emma, but it was better than standing in front of her so she could see my erection pushing out at my jeans. The light from the candle flickered and danced over her high cheekbones and full lips. I wished I could have taken a picture of her at that moment.

"It's getting pretty warm in here." she said.

"Once the fire gets going it doesn't take much to heat this place up, but I'll have to put more wood on later." I said.

"I think I noticed some wood when I was bending over to take my boots off." she quipped and winked at me.

Up until that moment my face did not feel particularly warm. Now suddenly it felt as though it was pressed to the stove. I turned my head, avoiding my sister's teasing smile. I frowned.

"What? It's okay for you to tease be about my nipples, but I can't tease you?"




Snowblind



"It's not the same." I countered.

Emma curled her feet under her and slid closer to me. She leaned against my right arm and kissed my cheek.

"Relax, little brother, it's just teasing. I do it all the time with you."

The small camp grew quiet again, save for the occasional crackling of the fire in the stove. Emma was leaning against me and I wished I could read her mind. She definitely seemed adept at doing it with me, although my thoughts were more obvious most of the time.

"Damn, now I've got to pee." Emma said, sitting up with a frown.

"There's the outhouse up the trail." I reminded her, pointing with my finger.

"I don't feel like walking through two feet of snow during a blizzard in the dark to get to it though."

"Just go around the side of the camp then," I said "no one will see you."

"Okay." Emma tugged her boots on, then stood up, staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Come on," she coaxed "come protect me."

"From what? I'm the only pervert around for miles."

"No. From bears, silly!"

"Bears are hibernating, remember?"

"Okay, well from cougars or coyotes or hyenas. Maybe even bigfoot or mothman. Some wild animal might eat me, Brad." she suggested in a begging tone.

"Nothing's going to eat you, Em."

A twisted smile crept over my sister's face and I realized just how lewd my comment sounded. I blushed.

"Just my luck," she pouted "I haven't been eaten in ages." 

"You expect me to go out with you and wait while you pee...?"

"Come on, Brad," she said tugging at my wrist "just stand there with your back to me. It's dark and cold. Come protect your big sister." Her voice was pleading, but in an odd, sensual way.

"Okay." I relented.

Emma smiled as she clutched a wad of Kleenex she'd found in her coat pocket. I pulled my boots on.

Being in the cabin with only one candle to light it made getting used to the moonlight outside easy. I followed Emma down the verandah steps and around the side of the cabin. I turned around and stared at the moon as images of my sister pulling her jeans down less than a few yards behind me teased me. I waited, wishing she would hurry up.

"Okay, all done. Thanks." Emma said after a while.

I hadn't heard my sister step up behind me and her voice startled me.

"My turn. I'll meet you back inside." I said, watching Emma walk towards the verandah.

I was actually glad for the cold air on my bare cock as I tried to piss. It helped to quell my erection after a while. Once I had finished I joined Emma back on the couch. Her boots were off and she was curled up on the couch again.

"Are there any blankets around here?" she asked.

I took my boots off and pushed them aside.

"Probably in the bedroom. I'll check." I told her.

I returned with a large blanket that one of our aunts had made when we were kids. I handed it to my sister and sat down beside her. Emma spread the blanket out over us and cuddled beside me. Her thigh was pressed to mine and her breast brushed over my arm. Having the blanket to hide my erection was even more welcome than it keeping us warm.

"What time is it?" Emma said.

"Almost nine." I informed her after checking my watch.

"It seems later since it's so dark." she said.

Once again the silence that I dreaded enveloped us. I fixed my eyes on the window on the other side of the camp while all sorts of thoughts that a brother should not have about his sister crept into my mind.

"I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight." Emma said.

"You can have the bed." I offered.

"No. It'll be warmer here by the fire." she explained.

I nodded, concluding that my sister's reasoning made sense.

"Okay. I'll take the bed then." I said.

"No," she said, clutching my arm "stay here. You can keep me warm."

"Ah... okay." I agreed, although I had mixed feelings about it.

"When was the last time we slept together?" Emma asked.

"I don't know," I grunted "probably when we were five or six."

"That's another first I can claim then." she said.

"Huh?" I turned to give my sister a confused look.

"Not only was I the first girl you saw topless, but I was the first one you slept with too." Emma gave me a grin as her eyes met mine.

"Yeah, but not the last, thank god." I shot back.

"Oh... and how many have there been since me?" she asked. Her dark eyes narrowed as they met mine. She smiled.

"Not enough." I said with a guffaw.

"What ever happened to that girl you were hanging around with a few months ago... Kelly?" she asked.

"Keri," I corrected "she went back to her ex-boyfriend."

"I'm sorry. She seemed nice -- big boobs too." my sister remarked with a knowing smile.

I nodded and grinned.

"That's the first thing you notice about a girl, isn't it?" my sister asked.

"Don't all guys?" I retorted.

"True," she conceded "at least that's where their eyes go when they talk to me."

I grinned, but kept silent.

"What? What's that grin for?" Emma asked, giving my a quick shake by my arm.

"Nothing." I said.

"No. Tell me, Brad." she insisted.

"I was just thinking that it's not surprising." I admitted, then sighed.

"Are they really that nice?" Now my sister's voice didn't sound simply curious; it had a hint of arousal and flirtatiousness.

"Come on, Em -- you're my sister."

"So, when has that ever stopped you from staring at them?" she countered, still sounding excited.

I turned my head and gave my sister a guilty frown. When she looked at my face her expression changed. Now she seemed either sympathetic or understanding. 

"I really don't think you're a pervert, Brad." she whispered.

"Lots of people would." I said, sounding chagrined.

"Well, in that case, I don't care if you are. You're my little brother and I love you."

"I love you too, Em."

Emma's hand was resting on my arm, just below my elbow. Her breast was pressed harder to it now too.

"You're not the only one who's a pervert anyway." she said, almost whispering.

"Yeah... the world's filled with them." I replied.

"No. I meant that I'm just as bad as you." she elaborated.

"I don't know," I said "that's none of my business."

"If I tell you something -- a confession -- do you promise not to get mad?" she asked.

"Uh... I guess." I said, although felt like I was writing a blank cheque.

"Earlier, when we went out so I could pee... I sort of peeked at you before I came back in." My sister's voice was low and tentative as she spoke.

"What?" I blurted out, unable to believe what I'd heard.

Emma nodded and gave me a weak smile.

"You mean you watched while I was pissing?"

"No... I came in before that, but I saw you, Brad..."

"You couldn't have seen much," I said "it was dark out."

"I saw enough," she grinned "there's a lot to see too. God, what made you so hard?"

I frowned and turned my head away.

"Me?" she asked, sounding surprised and hopeful.

"Can we forget about this, Em, please?" I begged.

"The first time you saw my tits -- could you forget about that?" she countered.

"The first time? That was the only time." I exclaimed.

My sister gave me a disbelieving smile. "Maybe the only time when I was completely topless, but there have been plenty of times you looked at them down my tops -- like when I was taking my boots off earlier."

I said nothing. I let my silence be an admission of guilt.

"I love you, little brother, and I'm glad that you're a pervert." Emma squeezed my arm and kissed my cheek.

"Why are you glad?" I asked.

"Because it means that I'm not the only one who thinks about us doing nasty things." she revealed.

"You..." I said, too surprised to finish the sentence.

"You didn't really believe that I can't go out and pee by myself, did you?"

"Yes... I thought you were scared."

"I felt so naughty pulling my jeans and panties down with you standing there." she said in a soft voice.

"My back was turned though..."

"I wondered if you'd take a peek at me."

"No. No way." I said, shaking my head.

"I bet it crossed your mind." she said in a long drawl.

I admitted to nothing. My jaw was tight as I looked into my sister's eyes. Her cheeks looked flushed, but maybe it was the glow of the candle coloring her soft skin.

"Or maybe you're just more interested in seeing my tits than my kitty." she suggested in a shy whisper.

I could feel my heart race. Illicit thoughts about my sister swirled around my head, feeding my arousal, but one question superceded them.

"Em, why are you talking like this? I mean, it's not that I don't like it, but... things with us have never been like this, you know...?"

Emma sighed and I felt her loosen her grip on my arm. She eased away from me a bit while she thought.

"I know... I know things between us have always been, well, proper -- for the most part anyway. But let's be honest, Brad, we've both thought about each-other like... that." Emma gave me a nervous smile, hoping I would understand what she meant, even if she couldn't bring herself to be more direct.

"Yeah... you're right." I admitted.

"I never planned any of this, Brad," she said "the deer running out -- us getting stuck here. It sort of all just happened. Maybe things happen for a reason. There are no coincidences. Call it fate, or whatever. But don't you find this romantic -- us cuddling on the couch in this little camp in the woods during a storm, with just a candle burning?"

Emma pulled me closer and rested her head on my shoulder. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as she wiggled closer to me.

I had never considered myself the romantic type. None of the girls I knew had ever accused me of that. Sure, I had entertained many fantasies about my older sister -- some of them so raunchy I was ashamed of myself -- but that was just sex. I had never once elevated it to what anyone would consider 'romance'. But as I reflected on Emma's statement I think I understood what she meant. I was far from experienced sexually. The handful of encounters I'd had with girls had mostly been in my parents' car, although a couple had been in the bedroom of a girlfriend some afternoons. But I had never been in a situation like I found myself in with my sister: a secluded cabin... snow gently falling... golden candlelight bathing a beautiful woman as we held one-another beneath a thick blanket, listening to a fire crackle in a stove. 

If this was what romance was, I liked it. Maybe I liked it so much because my companion was my sister, but that did not matter to me at that moment.

"Yes, but I'm not really sure what counts as romantic." I told my sister.

"This." she whispered.

I slipped my right arm around Emma and held her to me. My hand glided up and down her narrow back. She draped her arm over my stomach and pressed her chest to me. It was as though she had read my mind once more. I closed my eyes and smiled. I breathed in the scent of her hair and concentrated on the feeling of her breasts on me and how her back felt as I rubbed it. Now I welcomed the silence. Our gentle touches said much more than our voices could have.

When my hand slid down the curve of my sister's hip to her firm ass I waited for her to protest. Instead, I felt her shift her hips and let out a quiet moan. My palm slid over Emma's round ass and I squeezed it. It was as firm as I had imagined. I could feel her body heat through her tight jeans as I cupped her ass in my hand.

"You've never touched me there before." she remarked, sounding pleased by my groping.

"There are lots of places I haven't touched you." I said, feeling no need to be shy or couch my words.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"What guy wouldn't?" was my answer.

"A few weeks ago, when you hugged me that night in your room before I went to bed -- you touched my boob." she reminded me.

"Yes." I said, in a guilty admission.

"I thought for a minute that you were going to do more than just brush your fingers over it." she revealed.

"I didn't dare to."

"I would have let you." she said.

My mind reeled with the implications of my sister's revelation, but I was still too nervous or apprehensive to move my hand to her chest. Once again there was that silence between us. It was as though we were both trying to read each-other's mind. This was more than a dance. It was more like a battle, where one person tries to anticipate his opponent's next move so as to not leave himself vulnerable.

"Yes." my sister said, as if she was conceding defeat.

"Yes, what?" I asked, hoping she meant what I thought.

"Yes, I'd let you now -- if you wanted to." Emma sounded shy and insecure.

"You know I want to, Em."

"Then go ahead, Brad, before I chicken-out."

Emma's right breast was firm and heavy as my palm pushed up at it through her cardigan. The few grief feels I had gotten as we hugged had not prepared me for this moment. I could feel the seams of her bra through her cardigan as I squeezed and rubbed her breast. Her hard nipple poked into my palm and I ran my thumb over it. Emma moaned and arched her back, pushing her breast into my hand. I gripped it harder, watching it mould into a firm, round ball.

"Here... just a sec..." Emma said as she leaned away.

I watched as my sister's fingers worked at the buttons of her cardigan. Once it was unbuttoned all the way she tugged it off her shoulders and cast it aside. I stared at her white bra. It pushed her ample breasts upwards into two firm orbs. I licked my lips as I looked at her nipples outlined against the thin cotton.

Emma gave me a modest smile and appeared nervous. She placed her hands on her thigh and thrust her chest out a bit, displaying herself for me, waiting for my reaction. 

"You're beautiful, Em." I whispered in a throaty voice.

Emma let out a bashful giggle.

"No, I'm not, but thanks." she said.

"No, you are. You're perfect." I told her.

Instead of waiting for me to do what I wanted to do my sister reached up and slid the straps of her bra from her slender shoulders. She reached behind her and unclasped it. As Emma's bra slid down her arms I noticed how her breasts shook a bit. They hung down with a graceful, upswept curve so her nipples pointed towards my wet lips. I gasped when I saw her hard nipples appear. They were thick and a light brown, with slightly lighter rings encircling them of about an inch in diamater. I needed to suck on them. I stared at my sister's bare chest. Although dozens of thoughts raced through my mind I was too overcome with arousal and enchantment to speak.

"Do they look okay?" she asked as her eyes darted from mine.

"I told you -- you look perfect." I said.

"Touch me, Brad. I won't stop you -- not tonight."

I placed my hands on my sister's waist. I had touched her there before, many times, but always through her clothes. I was overwhelmed by how soft and warm her skin was. I would have been content to just caress her sides, her back and flat stomach. She leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders. I saw her breasts sway as she moved. I cupped her left one in my hand. I squeezed it and ran my fingers over her silky, smooth skin. She shuddered and gripped my shoulders harder.

"Tell me something: how many times have you thought about doing this?" she asked.

"About as much as you." I retorted.

Emma laughed, then moaned when she felt my lips tugging at her nipple.

"Oh god, Brad." she sighed.

My tongue darted out and swirled around my sister's left nipple. I pinched it between my lips and sucked hard as I gave her breasts a squeeze. Emma was breathing faster. When my mouth moved to her other nipple she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. She held my head in her hand and drew my closer.

"That feels so good," she breathed "keep sucking on them."

I was holding both of my sister's breasts in my hands, trying to hold all of them in my palms, although I couldn't. My mouth alternated from one nipple to the other. I licked and sucked at them, listening to her moan and feeling her hand stroke my back.

When I felt Emma's hand slide up my thigh and caress my hard cock through my jeans I flinched and pulled my mouth away from her bosom. My eyes met hers.

"Ever since I saw it outside when you were pissing, I wanted to feel it. No... long before that." she confessed with a shy smile.

Emma's hand rubbing my shaft through my jeans felt wonderful. I was overcome with lust and arousal, but I suddenly grew worried that I would cum in my jeans if she kept doing what she was. I pushed her hand away and gave her an apologetic smile. She seemed to understand, which I was both thankful and embarrassed about.

"Getting too excited?" she asked with an understanding smile.

I nodded and gave her a reluctant smile.

Emma never said another word. When she pulled the blanket from over us and slid to the floor I still did not realize what she had in mind. It was only when her hands slid up my thighs to the button of my jeans as she knelt in front of me that I knew what she intended.

"Let me take care of it for you." she said as her eyes tilted up to mine.

When Emma pulled at my zipper I already knew what she was planning on doing. Girls had done this for me before, but I had never wanted any of them more than I wanted my sister.

"Lift up." Emma said as she tugged at my underwear and jeans.

I shifted my hips, pushing my swollen cock towards my sister's face. She pulled, dragging my underwear and jeans down towards my knees. 

My hard cock began to rise once it was freed from my tight underwear and jeans. It rose until the swollen, reddish head was aimed towards my sister's slightly open mouth. She licked her lips as she observed it. I felt it throb. The head was shiny with precum and I wanted to stroke it.

Emma's fingers were gentle and soft as they glided down my shaft. She caressed my balls, then held them in her hand before giving my cock a squeeze.

"What do you want your big sister to do?" she asked as her dark eyes lifted up to my face.

"Whatever you want." I told her, breathing harder.

"Tell me, Brad." Emma's words sounded more like pleading than encouragement.

"Suck it." I begged.

When I felt Emma's warm, wet lips wrap around the head of my cock I moaned and lifted my hips from the couch. I felt my cock slide deeper into her warm mouth. She sucked harder and gripped the base of my shaft. My sister moaned as she moved her lips over my cock, drawing me deeper into her mouth. My hands went to her head and I felt her thick, dark hair become entwined with my fingers. I held her head, pulling her down on my engorged cock. My sister sucked hard, moving her wet lips up and down my thick shaft. She moaned as her tongue teased my cock.

"Oh, god, Em... I'm going to..." I moaned in a deep voice.

I never finished my sentence. Moments later I felt my muscles tense and my back arch. My cock felt thicker than ever before as I released one stream after another of my thick cum into my sister's wet mouth. Emma was still sucking on me as I began to grow soft. She moved her lips up my shaft. They slipped from the head with a faint noise as she broke the suction. She licked her lips as she looked up at me.

Emma sat back down on the couch beside me and pulled the blanket up over us. I was still catching my breath and calming down from my orgasm. My spent cock rested on my thigh, still wet from my sister's eager mouth. Her hand snaked over my thigh to my limp cock. She fondled it and my balls.

"Even when you're soft you feel great." she said.

"Thanks." I said, almost in disbelief.

Emma fondled my drained balls in her fingertips and ran her palm up my spent cock. I felt a surge of arousal, but it was not enough to make me hard again. My cock lay limp and shriveled against my inner thigh. I felt embarrassed and aghast as my sister played with it, trying in vain to bring it back to life. I tugged at my jeans and underwear, anxious to cover myself, but Emma stopped me.




Snowblind



"No, take them off." she said. Her eyes met mine and I saw lust in them for probably the first time.

I grinned.

"I will if you will." I said.

I had fully expected my sister to protest, or put up an argument, but she didn't. Emma was always full of surprises. She sat up and fumbled beneath the blanket. I saw her stretch her legs out and rise up. Seconds later she tossed her jeans towards the middle of the floor. A few seconds later her black panties flew through the air towards her jeans. My sister gave me a defiant smile, waiting my next move.

I had not expected Emma to welcome my challenge, but now that she had I had no other option. The thought of pulling my jeans and underwear off made me feel shy and nervous, but the thought of being naked under the blanket with my sister won out. I shrugged my jeans and underwear off and threw them atop hers.

My sister gave me an approving smile and leaned against me once more. Her hand slid over my stomach. She held me to her and rested her head on my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her and held her to me. I kissed her forehead. She tilted her head up and smiled.

"I love you too, little brother." she said, almost whispering.

I did not know what time it was. I wasn't paying attention as my sister and I embraced one another on that small couch beneath the blanket. It was dark outside and that had skewed my perception, but time seemed to stop that night as Emma and I lay together naked, covered by only the blanket. It was only when I felt the cabin grow chilly that I realized I should toss some more firewood inside the stove. Emma seemed half asleep and I hated to disturb her.

"I should put some more wood in the stove." I said.

My sister sat up and leaned away from me. She brushed her tangled hair from her face and smiled.

"Okay." she said.

It was only when I sat up and looked at the wood lying on the floor beside the stove that I realized I would have to walk the few yards or less to them wearing nothing but my t-shirt. I looked back and gave my sister a nervous smile.

"Well, go ahead." she grinned.

"You pervert." I said with a laugh as I stood up.

I could feel Emma's eyes on me as I dropped more kindling and larger pieces of wood into the stove. I wasn't hard, not completely anyway, but I could feel my cock and balls sway and bounce as I moved. I knew that Emma was watching and I liked it. My shyness vanished and I took my time at the stove. I felt my cock begin to thicken and rise. By the time I turned to walk back towards my sister on the couch I was growing harder.

Before I could sit down on the couch Emma grabbed my hips. She tugged me towards her and began fondling my balls, watching my shaft swell and rise. Her tongue flicked over my slit and down my shaft, teasing me to a full erection.

"It looks like my big little brother is ready to have some more fun with his big sister." she said.

"I've been ready for years, Em. I said.

"Then don't keep me waiting any longer."

Emma stood up and pulled the blanket from the couch. She folded it in half then laid it out on the floor in front of the stove. If I had not been fully hard before that I certainly was when I watched her lie down on the blanket. She bent her knees and parted her legs as she smiled up at me. She looked more beautiful than any woman I could have ever imagined. Her firm breasts rose from her slim torso and her hard nipples pointed upwards.

"Come on." she beckoned as she reached her hands up towards me.

I knelt between my sister's knees. Her hands tugged at my arms, drawing me down on top of her. My cock felt as though it was hard as steel. I ran my eyes down my sister's exquisite body and noticed her wet lips between her soft thighs. They were parted slightly and I could tell that they were wet with her juice.

Emma ran her hand up my hard cock to my balls. She rubbed them and gave them a gentle squeeze before she gripped my shaft. She tugged at it, urging me closer.

"I want to feel this in me, Brad." she whispered.

When I felt the head of my cock slide over my sister's wet lips I moaned. I looked into her eyes and saw as much pleasure and excitement as I felt. I lowered myself onto her and pushed my shaft between her wet lips. She was tight -- much tighter than I had imagined -- and I felt her grip my shaft as it sank deeper into her.

"Oh, god, Brad." she moaned.

My sister clutched at my shoulders, urging me further down on top of her, deeper into her tight pussy. I began pushing my hips. My cock moved in and out of her and soon her moans grew louder.

"Oh god... fuck me hard, Brad." my sister moaned.

I could see Emma's breasts begin to shake and jiggle as I shoved my cock harder and faster in and out of her wet pussy. Her legs were wrapped around my back, holding me to her. I bent down and sucked hard on her left nipple. Emma arched her back to meet my mouth, pushing my shaft deeper into her.

"Don't stop, little brother," she begged "Jesus... your cock... I feel so full."

I gripped my sister's legs behind her knees and pushed then up until they were almost pressed to her chest. She was moaning louder and I was pumping my shaft in and out of her as hard as I could. We were not just having sex or making love. I was fucking my sister an it was what we had both craved for years.

"Don't... don't cum in me, Brad... anywhere but my pussy." Emma voice was breathy and ragged, but also pleading. 

"Okay." I promised in a long breath, knowing I was getting close.

I pressed harder on the backs of my sister's knees. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her tight pussy. Her juices were running down towards her ass and they had made my shaft wet and shiny. Emma's breasts shook harder and I loved watching them shake. I fucked her harder, watching her nipples move about.

"Oh god... Brad... shit... fuck my cunt, you fucking pervert. Fuck your big sister." Emma moaned.

Years of pent-up lust welled within me. I let go of my sister's legs. They fell down on either side of me. I pulled my cock from her wet pussy and stroked it. Seconds later one burst after another of my thick cum shot from my cock. It splashed over Emma's breasts and chest, leaving white streaks on her soft skin.

I leaned back, breathing hard, watching my sister spread my sticky cum over her breasts. She bent down and swirled her tongue around her left nipple, then smiled up at me.

"I've waited so long to see you cum." she said.

I never replied; I was breathless. Instead I laid down and pushed my sister's knees up towards her chest. When my tongue slid up over her wet pussy she moaned. I jabbed the tip of my tongue against her clit, then began to flick it over it.

"Oh god... Brad." Emma moaned, clutching my head.

I spread my sister's wet lips apart with my thumbs and began swirling my tongue around her hard clit. She moaned louder and lifted her hips up from the blanket, pushing her drenched pussy against my mouth. I sucked at her lips and her swollen clit, listening to her moan. I had expected it to be longer, but soon I heard Emma cry out and curse. Her fingers clutched my hair as she came, grinding her pussy into my mouth. I kept licking and sucking her pink button until she collapsed and pushed me away.

"No... please... I can't take any more," she said "god, your tongue feels so good."

I looked down at my sister and gave her a proud smile. She was breathing hard and looked more satisfied than any woman I had ever known.

"You are a wonderful lover, little brother," she gasped "I'm going to be spoiled from now on."

I laughed.

"Thanks. You were pretty amazing too, Em."

I stood up and tugged my sister to her feet. I drug the blanket behind us. We collapsed on the couch and I spread the blanket out over us. Emma hugged me and fell asleep resting on my chest

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up. The sky was beginning to turn blue so I assumed it was morning. Emma was still sleeping on my chest. I hated to wake her. I wanted this moment to last for the rest of our lives, but I knew we had to get up and begin our long trek to the highway.

"Hey, sexy, time to wake up." I whispered as I gave my sister a gentle shake.

"Morning, lover." she smiled as she sat up and brushed her hair out of her face.

I wanted to kiss my sister's full lips, but two things prevented me: I feared that my breath probably smelled like Keith Richards' socks and I had never kissed Emma on the mouth before. I was afraid of how she would react to it. I leaned back and smiled.

Emma and I got dressed in silence. For me it was more than silence though. It seemed awkward and nervous. The night before had been the culmination of all my hopes and desires, but I feared that my sister had regretted it come the morning. I needed to know how she felt, but did not dare ask.

It was only after I had locked the door to the camp and had hid the key back inside the wood box that she spoke.

"What's with you, Brad? You're acting like last night never even happened." Emma sounded confused and hurt.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry," I said "I was just afraid that you might regret it. It was wonderful. I've wanted that for years, but I wasn't sure how you felt. I hope you feel like I do."

Emma stepped closer and hugged me. She smiled.

"I'll never regret it, Brad, -- even if it never happens again -- but something tells me it will, or at least I hope." she said.

My sister wrapped her arm around mine as we made our way up the narrow driveway towards the road. I heard a snowplough go by. It gave me a sense of relief. At least the road had been cleared and that meant that there might be some traffic on it. Maybe Emma and I could catch a ride to the main highway with someone.

When I saw Emma's car in the distance I felt encouraged, then remembered it was stuck beyond hope. We still had a long walk to the highway.

"Hold on." Emma said as we approached her abandoned Buick.

Emma unlocked the driver's side door and reached under the seat for her purse. I pushed my hands in the pockets of my coat and waited. When my sister pulled her cell phone from inside her purse and began punching buttons my eyes grew wide. My jaw went limp, then I smiled.

"Hello? Yes," Emma spoke into the phone "we're stuck in a snow bank out here on Campbell Road and we need a tow truck..."