23 comments/ 255287 views/ 27 favorites Winter By: Medicine Hat It takes a special kind of malcontent to get fired from a minimum-wage job. I am that malcontent. I work at a fast-food establishment that shall remain nameless. I'm your basic wage slave—the guy who's busy thinking about playing Halo instead of concentrating on the burger that's being reduced to charcoal right in front of him. It's not that I'm incompetent, mind you. It's just that I stopped caring. After a certain point, it's more about survival than anything. Face it—man was not meant to watch French fries cook for eight hours at a clip. The mind wanders. You zone out; you think of other things. You start counting the hours, then minutes until you're free to go. If you're lucky, they'll fire you and release you from the mind-numbing drudgery you've become accustomed to. Today, I got lucky. "Hanson!" my manager called to me as I was wiping down my station, a red bucket of sanitizer by my side. I heard him, but didn't bother to acknowledge him. I'm not his monkey. He doesn't own me, not for minimum wage. I make him work for my attention, which I'm sure frustrates him to no end. "Hanson!" he barked again, coming closer. I looked up, giving him my best "Who me?" expression. "Yes, you, Chuck Hanson! I want to see you in my office—now!" My manager was a real knuckle-dragger named Peter. Peter had to be pushing fifty, though I never knew his exact age. Gray-haired and balding, he was the kind of person who enjoys throwing his weight around. I think he gets off on having all the teenagers and twenty-somethings working under him cower in fear when he shouts. It works on a lot of the high school kids who have never had a job before, but I figure the worst he can do is fire me, and it's not like my next job is going to pay any less. I'd been expecting this for a few weeks now. Actually, I was surprised it took this long. I can usually tell when I'm about to get canned. People stop looking you in the eye. Conversations suddenly halt when you walk by. You're a walking ghost and you don't even realize it, unless you know what to look for. Having been through the process on multiple occasions, I've become pretty good at picking up the signs. At least it lets me plan a dramatic exit. "Have a seat, Hanson," Peter began, gesturing into his too-small office. I sat in an uncomfortable chair as he continued. "I think you know why you're here. I'm letting you go. This will be your last shift here." Peter started to drone on about the things I'd supposedly done wrong: not showing up on time, not paying attention, and disrespecting management—the usual bullshit. I took the opportunity to shift my weight so I could fish my cigarettes and lighter out of my pants pocket. I pulled out a lone cigarette and lit it. "What are you doing?! There's no smoking allowed in the store!" Peter exclaimed, obviously aghast. I took a long drag, allowing the smoke to waft upward as I exhaled slowly. "You're already firing me," I said. "There's no reason for me to be uncomfortable." I took another puff, causing the end of my cigarette to glow bright orange for a second. "What are you going to do, fire me twice?" "Just get the fuck out of here, all right?!" Peter spat back, incredulous. "With pleasure," I said coldly. "You think I want to sit in a shitty chair in your tiny office and listen to you berate me while I make six bucks an hour? Not likely. And what kind of jackass treats a bunch of teenagers like shit just so he can feel good about himself?" Peter looked dumbfounded. He was clearly not used to being talked to this way. "Yeah, I notice how you treat everyone here," I continued, flicking a little ash onto Peter's desk. "You treat us like shit. You think it helped to yell at Sarah in front of everyone just because some customer with a drastically overstated sense of self-importance thought she was taking too long to ring up her order? It's still her first week on the job! You damn near made her cry. That's why nobody wants to work for you. You should hear what we say about you behind your back." I figured that would give him something to think about for a while, so I stood and pushed my way past Peter, a trail of smoke following me past the walk-in freezer and out the back door. A wave of relief washed over me. I was now free of the grills and grease traps. I was ready to move on, anyway. There's only so long you can do such a soul-sucking job, and I know I'd reached my limit. The warm July evening air hit me as I walked across the parking lot towards my car. I hopped in and gunned the motor. Pulling out onto the main road, I watched the source of my despair recede in my rearview mirror. I rolled down my window to allow the fumes from my still-smoldering cigarette drift up into the evening sky. I sighed. My car, a dilapidated little rice-burner I'd dubbed The Rustbucket, had the annoying habit of breaking down on me, as older cars with over150,000 miles on them are wont to do. Soon, I'd have to find another job to stave off the inevitable bills. For now, though, I just wanted a little peace. * * * * * * * * I should probably pause her and explain a few things, because I'm sure I come off sounding like I'm some kind of chain-smoking jerk. First of all, I don't chain smoke. I go through a pack maybe once a month. It's not something I do every day; just something I do to take the edge off now and then. It's a little habit I picked up in high school, but I rationalize it by telling myself that I hardly ever do it. Secondly, I'm really not a jerk. I do, however, have a low tolerance for people who don't have any respect for me. If that makes me a jerk, then so be it, but I don't think it does. I just can't kowtow to jackasses, that's all. Not for minimum wage. If the company doesn't care about me, then why should I give a damn about it? * * * * * * * * I made the ten-minute trip back home in a little over seven minutes. I suppose my foot was a little heavy on the accelerator. I swung The Rustbucket into the driveway and killed the engine. I trudged up the walkway to the door and unlocked it. The house was dark, except for a faint noise coming from the bedroom at the top of the stairs—Winter's room. Winter is my sister. She's 19, two years younger than I am. She and I have always had a pretty friendly relationship. I know that a lot of people have a really antagonistic relationship with their siblings, but Winter and I have always gotten along. I suppose I'm lucky that way. I don't know if I could deal with all the drama that so many people have to deal with when it comes to brothers and sisters. I knocked on the door. "I'm home," I called out. "Hey there, Bro," Winter called back from behind the closed door. I could hear voices in her room. It sounded like the she was watching TV. I walked past her door to my room and shut the door. I turned on the lights, flopped into my chair with a sigh, and fired up my computer. After a day like today, there was only one thing I could think of to do: find some porn, masturbate, and then call it an early night. I pulled my pants off and threw them into a crumpled ball in the corner of my room. Next, I slipped out of my work shirt and balled that up as well. It landed on top of my wadded-up pants. Finally, off came my underwear, which slid to the floor. I sat back down in my chair, nude, and began browsing the myriad porn sites available online. In just a few minutes, I found some nice pictures of some cute young amateur that got my blood flowing. I really like the "girl next door" look, and this girl had it. She had a little meat on her bones and was fully displaying her wares in a series of photos. I chose one where she was prominently spreading the lips of her bald pussy for the camera. The picture filled the screen as my hand drifted to my rapidly stiffening cock. My fingers brushed against it as I began to fantasize what it would feel like to fuck her. I could imagine her soft skin moving beneath me as I slipped my cock into her tight-looking cunt. I paid close attention to her dark eyes as she smiled and looked back at me through the computer screen. My cock was fully hard now. I reclined a bit in my chair to get more comfortable and begin pumping my cock harder with my hand. Just then, the door opened. "Hey, Bro, I was just wondering if I could borrow—" Winter's words were cut off by the gasp that escaped her throat. I gasped too, caught in mid-stroke. "What are you doing?" she asked. It's a dumb question, but sometimes we say silly things when our brains can't quite process what we're seeing. I let it slide. I was too busy looking for something to cover myself with. I finally spied my underwear, which were still resting near my feet and quickly snatched them and used them to shield my engorged cock from Winter's view. There's not much to say in a situation like this. What can I do? I certainly can't deny it. Nor I can't very well say, "It's not what it looks like!" either. I've got porn on my computer, I've got my swollen cock in my hand, and my hand is moving up and down the shaft. It's exactly what it looks like. I voiced the first thing that popped into my head. "GET OUT!" I yelled, surprising even myself with the angry tone of my voice. Winter stared for a few seconds more, mouth agape, before she regained her senses. "I'm sorry," she stammered quickly, and shut my door. As quickly as she'd come, she was gone again. The shock was great enough that I was rapidly losing my erection. I'd never had Winter walk in on me in the middle of masturbating before. I shook my head. Suddenly, masturbating was the furthest thing from my mind. I sat for a long minute, then put my underwear back on, followed by shorts and a clean t-shirt. I fired up Halo on my XBox, figuring that perhaps the mindless destruction would clear my head of what had just happened. As it turned out, it didn't work. I was feeling very distracted as my mind kept replaying the events that had just occurred on an endless loop. My on-screen character was picked off several times in a row because I found myself only halfway paying attention to the action. After about an hour or so of my gamely trying to concentrate, there was a knock at my door. I jumped. "Hey, Bro?" It was Winter again. "You decent? Can I come in?" I sighed. "Yeah, it's OK." The door opened, much slower this time. Winter walked in. In a quiet voice, she said, "Hey, Chuck, I've been thinking. We need to talk about what happened." I could only nod slowly. "Look, I'm really sorry for walking in on you like that. I didn't mean to. It was really awkward for both of us. I know we haven't seen each other naked since we were like five years old. But it's OK. I'm not offended or anything." I gestured for Winter to have a seat on my bed. "Yeah," I agreed. "And I'm sorry I yelled at you. It's just that I got fired tonight and Peter was a total asshole about the whole thing." "You got fired? Again?" Winter asked, genuinely concerned. I shrugged. "No big deal. It was a minimum wage job. I can find another. To tell you the truth, I was getting pretty sick of being there anyway. I needed the change of scenery." "Well, I'm still sorry about it," Winter said. "It sounds like it's bothering you more than you care to admit." I shrugged once more. "As long as I can bring in enough money to keep The Rustbucket running, I'll be fine," I reassured her. "I've been fired before, and I'm sure I'll be fired again. It's the circle of life, or something like that." Winter chuckled. "It is not the circle of life, you dork! Not even close! You just don't like authority figures. You never have." I snorted in agreement. For a brief moment, we'd both forgotten the uncomfortable events that had transpired between us earlier and we were the same loving brother and sister we'd always been. Almost immediately, though, Winter composed herself and pressed on. "Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. What I saw earlier—I know it was embarrassing for both of us—" "Yeah," I interjected. "What about it?" "Can I just be open with you about this?" Winter asked. I don't remember her ever asking me that before. She'd always just spoken her mind with me. "Of course," I replied. "What is it?" "Well—I can't believe I'm saying this—but when I saw you like that earlier? Well—" "Go on," I prodded. "Say whatever you need to," "Well—OK." She took a deep breath. The next part came out in a rush. "When I saw you like that earlier, there was a part of me that really enjoyed it. And I can't stop thinking about what I saw." Did I just hear her right? Did my own sister just admit that she liked seeing me naked? "Wow," was all I could say. It was a lot of information to process. I'd had no idea that my sister would ever think of me that way. We've been friends, yes, and I've told her she looked good now and then when she wore an especially flattering outfit, but getting turned on? That was something completely different. "Look, I know I've got no right to ask this, but—could I see it again?" Winter bit her lower lip in anticipation. "You want to see me naked again?" "Yeah. I know, it sounds so weird. And I don't know if I can quite explain it. I'm not sure if I understand it myself. All I know is that I thought you looked sexy and I can't get the image out of my head. Look, if you want to say no way, that's fine. I'll go back to my room and I'll try to forget this whole conversation. But if it changes your mind at all—I'd—maybe be willing to give you a peek under my clothes in return." I looked at Winter as I mulled the possibility of seeing her undressed. She was a pretty cute girl. Neither fat nor thin, she had a few little curves in all the right places. Her curly black shoulder-length hair matched her eyes, which were staring at me intently with a look that mixed both hope and curiosity. She had a little button nose that I'd always thought was especially adorable. Her chest wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. A tight t-shirt gave me a pretty good outline of her orange-sized breasts, though, and I could see her nipples hardening through the fabric of her shirt. Did I want to see them unencumbered? I slowly nodded. I did. Winter was cute—sexy even; it's just that I'd never thought of her that way because we'd been friends for so long. "Look, if you're worried about Mom and Dad coming home and finding us, don't. They're out at their anniversary dinner and said they wouldn't be home until real late." Winter explained. This only barely registered in my head because Winter's proposal was still ringing loudly in my ears. "OK, I'll show you." I said after a long pause, just loudly enough for Winter to hear. I stood up and faced her. The blood was beginning to return to my penis as I began to warm to the idea of stripping for my sister. I slid my shorts down and stepped out of them. My t-shirt followed. "Last chance to call it off," I said, hooking my thumbs into the band of my underwear. I was almost hoping she would. My heart was pounding in my ears. I'm sure that my hands must have been shaking too, though I can't say for sure. "I'm good," Winter said, looking slightly flushed. Was I actually turning her on? I pushed my underwear down to my knees and let my erect cock spring free. It pointed straight at Winter. "It's huge," she said, her eyes as big as saucers. I shook my head. "It's not." And it really wasn't. My cock tops out at maybe six inches when it's hard. It's a good healthy-sized cock, but it's certainly nothing massive. "Well, I think it's huge and it looks really good." "Thanks," I smiled. "Well, I guess it's my turn, huh?" Winter asked nervously after a long minute of gazing at my penis. "Yeah," I said. "All right. But can I ask a favor?" "Sure, I guess so. What is it?" I inquired. "Would you let me watch you play with it while I take off my clothes? I think it would help me feel less nervous." "But this whole thing was your idea," I reminded her. "I know," and I really am enjoying seeing you like this. Part of me is nervous about letting you see me like this, but part of me really wants you to see me like this, you know?" I did know. It was pretty much the same was I was feeling right then. "Yeah, I understand," I said. "I'll do it for you." I sat in my chair and tilted it back slightly to get more comfortable, like I had before. I faced Winter, standing in the center of my room. Her face was red, but she seemed undaunted. "OK, here goes," Winter said, her voice sounding a little shakier than usual. She pulled her white shirt over her head, revealing a small white bra. My hand had found my cock and was busy playing with the shaft in anticipation of seeing Winter show her body to me. Winter reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, never once removing her gaze from my cock, which was now pointing straight up. She lowered her bra, allowing two perfectly perky tits fall free. The nipples were rather large and were already pointing straight out from her body. I moaned involuntarily, my hand circling the head of my dick as I watched Winter show off her breasts for me. "Well? What do you think?" she asked? "They're perfect," I reassured her. "Really? The girl on your computer earlier—hers looked so big. I thought you might be into that and be disappointed by mine." "Trust me, yours are better. Way better," I smiled. As Winter stripped, I found myself becoming less self-conscious about my own nudity. Winter smiled at my comment. "So does that mean you want to see more? I'll show you the rest if you do. Fair's fair. I've seen what you've got to offer so you should see what I've got." I paused for a moment. "I think I'd really like to see that, Sis." "OK then." Winter swallowed hard. "God, this is hard. I'm excited, but at the same time it feels so wrong." "It's OK," I calmed her. We're just looking at each other's bodies. No harm done." Winter pushed the tan shorts she'd been wearing down to her ankles. Only a pair of pink cotton panties prevented Winter from standing completely nude before me. I noticed a considerable wet spot on the crotch of her panties. Was that all because of me? Winter took a deep breath and closed her eyes before peeling her pink panties off, exposing a dark patch of hair wreathing her pussy. I gasped. Until this moment, I'd never realized how good Winter looked. My sister was incredibly sexy. She had me so turned on. My hand rubbed my cock quicker now. Winter opened her eyes and brushed a curly lock of hair away from her face. "You're beautiful," I said, looking straight at her. "Would you let me have a better look at it?" Winter seemed to understand what I was asking for. She sat on my bed and parted her legs, allowing me an unfettered view of her swollen pussy. Her pubic hair, wet with her juices, was matted against her skin. "You're really wet, aren't you?" I asked. Winter only blushed and nodded. "Is it because of me? I pressed. More blushing and nodding. "You can touch it if you want," I said. "It looks like it needs some attention." "Do you masturbate a lot?" she asked as her hand found its way to her slit and began circling her clitoris. "Yeah," I said. "I do." "Me too," Winter admitted. "That's why you shouldn't feel bad about what happened earlier. We all masturbate. Everyone does it." "I know. It's just weird to do it in front of my sister," I said. "But there's also something about it that really feels erotic." "Yeah," Winter said. A finger disappeared into her pussy. She moved it in and out of her snatch, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Do you wanna find out what my pussy tastes like?" Winter asked, a flash of naughtiness suddenly in her eyes. She withdrew her finger and held it up. I could see it glistening with juices. I was a little shocked by her question. This was a little more than just looking at each other's bodies. To taste one another was crossing a big line. Still, I'd come this far, and Winter was really sexy. If she were anyone else, I wouldn't have even hesitated. But I was still wrapping my mind around the idea that I was becoming sexually attracted to my sister. Winter "I—I do," I said. "Then come her and try it," Winter teased. I got up and took a couple steps over to the bed. I leaned forward and licked her finger. It tasted warm and sweet. As I stood up, the head of my cock accidentally brushed up against one of her tits, following the curvature of her breast until it hit her nipple. Winter let out a little squeak of surprise. "Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to do that." Winter just shook her head. "No, don't apologize. It was actually really nice. I just wasn't expecting it. Anyway, what do you think? Did I taste OK?" "Yeah, really good." I couldn't help but grin. "I liked it." Winter's fingers had once again retreated to her furry mound and were busy stroking her labia. "I'm really horny right now, Bro," Winter stated, her breath sounding a little short. "I know. Me too," I replied. And then I did something even surprised myself: I leaned in and planted a quick kiss right on Winter's clit. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt on my face. I could smell her sweet aroma. "Ooh," Winter moaned. "That felt so good, Chuck." I was starting to feel less like my normal self, less like Winter's brother. I was quickly seeing her for the beautiful, sexy woman she had become. What we were doing was feeling less wrong by the second. It felt so right, actually. How could something that felt so right be wrong? I bent down and kissed her clit a second time. This time, Winter put a hand on the back of my head while simultaneously pushing her hips up toward me. The message was clear and simple. Winter wanted me to eat her pussy. I began to oblige, starting by licking up and down her warm, swollen labia. I heard Winter start to moan. I took to sucking on her engorged pink clit, which was peeking up between the folds on her snatch. I began alternately licking and kissing her little nub, and this seemed to really have an effect on her. She pushed my face against her crotch and ground her steaming hot pussy against my face. Her sweet juices were covering my mouth and chin. My tongue darted between her pink lips, tasting the flood of juices still trapped inside her slit. "God, this is incredible," Winter moaned. She was making soft whimpering sounds in between her increasingly short breaths. I nibbled at her clit, and within seconds, she was moaning louder than before. I could feel her little clit pulsing beneath me and guessed she was having an orgasm. The flow of juices from her already slippery pussy probably doubled. It was all over her crotch, my face, and my bedspread. "You OK, Sis?" I asked. "Yeah," Winter responded after a few breaths. "It felt so good when you were down there. She looked down to her crotch. "God, I've never been this wet before." I could only nod. Her pussy was, indeed, soaked. Her pubic hair was matted flat, stuck against her skin. I reached down to brush it away from her slit so I could look at Winter's pussy unobscured. Winter laid back on my bed to catch her breath. "You still hard, Bro?" she asked. "You know I am. Why?" "'Cause—I wanna go further." She looked up at me with her big dark eyes, pleading for me to accept her offer. "I want to, Winter, but we can't. We really can't. It's one thing for us to look, even taste. It's another thing for us to go all the way." She bit her lower lip and thought for a moment. "I think we could. If we agreed on two conditions." My cock jumped. "Condoms?" I asked. "That's one. The other is we don't tell anybody. Ever." I considered it for a long minute. If we used some protection and nobody ever found out, I didn't think there'd be any harm. And now that I'd seen my sister in a sexual light, I did want to go further with her. I really did. "If you're OK with it, Sis—then I am too," I decided. Winter smiled. "Got a condom around?" "Yeah, I think so. Let me look." I went over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. I found an unopened box of condoms in there and tore one out of the package. "Keep your pussy warm for me," I said, rolling the condom onto the head of my cock. "That's not gonna be a problem, Bro," Winter assured me. Her fingers were covered in juices as she lightly ran a finger up and down her waiting slit. "It's ready. I'm ready" "Me too," I said, as I finished adjusting my condom. "I'm not pressuring you into this, am I, Bro?" Winter asked looking up at me with a face of concern. "I want it, but only if you do too." "No, Sis. I want it too." That was good enough for Winter. She smiled and nodded towards my cock. "OK then." She said, opening her legs even wider for me. I knelt on the bed between them and gently positioned the head of my dick against her slit. I took a deep breath. My cock was throbbing now. I knew there was no turning back now. My thumb and forefinger parted her outer lips to expose her vagina. I took one last deep breath and then eased forward. Inch by inch, my cock was burying itself in Winter's hot pussy. "Ooh—" Winter moaned once again, her brow knitting. "That feels so good." "I'm still not all the way in yet. Just a sec," I said. "Doesn't matter," Winter gasped. "You're stretching me. I feel so full." She was so wet that my cock was sliding pretty easily up her velvety hole. As soon as I was in as far as I could go, I reversed direction and began to extract myself from her. I wanted to take the first few thrusts slowly and give Winter a chance to get used to me. I could tell she wasn't a virgin, but I had no idea how many guys she's been with. As such, I figured it would go best if I took things slowly at first. I placed my hands on Winter's hips as I rocked back and forth, my dick absolutely covered in warm juices from my sister's tight cunt. I tried to make each thrust into her different. I tried different angles, different speeds, and different depths. I wanted to give Winter something really memorable. I wanted her to love my cock. Her moaning increased. I was on the right track. "You feel so good." Winter moaned. "So do you, Sis. I'm trying not to shoot my load here," I panted. "You're doing great," she responded. "Just keep going." My index finger found Winter's clit positioned directly above where my cock was still busy stretching her pussy out. I lightly circled my finger right on it, causing Winter to buck involuntarily. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop," she panted, breathlessly. I didn't dream of stopping. I kept touching and stroking her little pink clit. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to give Winter the best orgasm she'd ever had. I had gradually picked up the pace of my fucking, but with Winter so close, I really wanted to give her a chance to savor the feeling. So rather than go faster still, I chose to return to a slower pace. I wanted to give her a chance to feel every inch of my cock as it passed between her aching lips. Winter's pussy responded by ratcheting down on my cock, squeezing me tightly. The sensation was almost too much to bear. I groaned. My breathing was heavy now. My cock felt like it was read to explode, but I wanted to hold out just a little longer. I rocked my hips in a circle, working my cock all around inside Winter. My fingers, still circling her clit, began to stroke it between my thumb and forefinger. This, apparently, was exactly what Winter needed. "I'm cumming!" she squealed with delight. Now was the time for me to pick up the pace. My cock pushed in and out of my sister's pussy again and again. I could feel everything tightening up and then, just as quickly as it had come, everything released in an orgasm of pleasure. I gasped. "I am too, I said. Winter said nothing, but wrapped her legs tightly around my midsection as both my cock and her pussy finished their uncontrollable spasms. I looked down to see my pubic hair mixed in with my sister's. We were so closely intertwined that it was impossible to tell where my bush ended and hers began. When our respective orgasms had finally subsided, Winter relaxed her leg lock on me and I shifted my weight forward so I could lay down on top of her. I could feel her warm, soft skin against mine. Her nipples, still hard, pressed against my chest. I reached up and brushed a curly lock of hair away from Winter's smiling face. It took a long time to finally catch our breaths. Eventually I pulled my still semi-hard cock from my sister and took the spot on the bed next to her. We laid together in bed for several long minutes, not speaking, basking in the pleasant feelings we'd just experienced together. "So—what now?" Winter asked, finally breaking the silence with a voice that was tinged with concern. "What now? Now I go find a new job. I trade my hair net in for a new nametag. Or an apron. Or an ugly-ass hat with a hot dog glued to it. It doesn't matter. Minimum wage jobs are all pretty much the same to me." I pulled the condom off my softening penis and threw it in the wastebasket next to my bed. "That's not what I meant," Winter said. "What about us? Is this going to change us?" "It's probably inevitable," I said. Winter's face fell. "I've always liked our relationship," she said. "Me too," I said. "But why can't it be a change for the better? We've always been open with each other and I want it to stay that way. As long as we can do that, I think we'll be fine." "I hope that's exactly the way it happens," Winter said, her features softening into a slight smile. "I never thought something like this would happen between us, but now that it has—well, I don't want to lose it, you know?" I nodded. I did know. I stood up and went to my closet, rummaging until I found my robe on a hanger. I slipped it onto my nude frame and tied it closed in the front. "What are you doing?" asked Winter. "I'm going to go downstairs for a smoke," I said, as I pulled my lighter and cigarettes from the discarded pair of pants I'd been wearing earlier. Truthfully, I can't remember ever having two cigarettes in the same day, but after everything that had happened tonight, it just felt like something I needed. My hand reached for the doorknob and turned it, pulling the door open. "Well, don't take too long, OK? Because I'm gonna wait right here and I think we'll have enough time to do it again before Mom and Dad get home. And I'd really like that." "Me too, Sis," I said, casting one last smile in her direction before the door softly closed behind me. Winter The long, cold, windy, gray, sniffle-inducing winter trudged onward. Punxsutawney Phil had predicted another six weeks of winter, yet these six weeks seemed to be dragging onward. As she forced her feet through the snow on the unshoveled and unsalted sidewalks, as her breath was blown by the icy wind passing before her face, she shifted the backpack on her shoulder, wishing that she had chosen a different major just so that she was not carrying so many heavy books to and from campus each day. Passing the small park at the center of the student neighborhood, she saw a few young teenagers building a snowman. At least that was appropriate for the weather, and there was definitely plenty of snow to be used in building a snowman – or a snow fort, as some older teenagers were doing on the far side of the block-sized park. She thought of the snowman again, and returned her attention to the first group to watch as they lifted the large snowball which would form the snowman's head. It reminded her of that morning, when she had passed by the Humanities building on campus and laughed that someone – apparently during the night – had made an anatomically-correct snowman. Even stranger, the socially-unacceptable snowman was still there that afternoon, still standing just off the sidewalk near the front door of the building, so apparently the campus police thought it was amusing as well. But then she sneezed. With a sigh, she hurried back to her apartment as quickly as she dared on the unsalted and unshoveled sidewalks. ***** Despite the cold winter winds icing the sleepy suburb, she was completely nude as she slipped underneath the covers. She had long preferred sleeping in the nude, and had done so almost every night since moving from the dorms to the apartment complex – the only exceptions were during her period and during her little sister's visit around Halloween. From the laptop in the living room, music softly reached her ears, as usual. She turned off the bedside lamp and, feeling a little frisky that night, she began to fondle herself. She thought of her former roommate's touches and tried to emulate them as best as she could, but there was no way that she could mimic the Spaniard's alluring accent while whispering naughty thoughts into her ear. She thought of Ben and his large hands, but she could not fit as much of each breast into her small palms. As the soft music became interspersed with the sounds of a woman having sex, she thought of Trey and his incredible girth, remembering how he had stretched her throughout their ungentle entanglement in the living room of the frat house while friends and strangers alike sottishly cheered their performance. Without the cover of the din of a drunken crowd in a small space, she tried to keep quiet, but the memories of the weekend's wild party tipped her over the edge and set her voice free. As her chest heaved in the dark, as the reality of what had just happened swirled around within her skull, she realized that she had just given her neighbors a "radio show," and even though no one could see her, she turned over, burying her face in a pillow as she blushed, yet the memories of the frat party and the continued sounds of ecstasy set to music followed her into slumber. ***** She opened her eyes to two sounds. The first was not a surprising sound, given that she lived in a mostly-students apartment complex: the sound of a bed continually smacking against a wall while a guy grunted and a coed moaned. She envisioned that the guy was over the coed, driving himself deep and somewhat forcefully over her while she clutched at his upper back, keeping her legs spread as far apart as possible to give him the best possible access to her body. The second sound was quite surprising: the rushing of the icy winter wind. Turning on the bedside light, she saw that her window was partially open, the wind causing to dark brown curtains to blow inward. That was when she realized the coolness of her face and neck compared with the comfortable warmth of the rest of her bare body. She had two choices: She could remain in bed while the cold air filled the bedroom and chased away the heat, or she could get out of bed, expose her entire being to the frigid air – and to anyone across the courtyard who might be looking at her window at such a late hour of the night – and close the window before diving back underneath the heavy warm covers. Given her heating bills thus far for the winter, the choice was obvious. But as soon as she had fully emerged from the warmth, a sound behind her caught her attention. Fearful that perhaps someone had slipped in through her window and was attempting to leave via the same route, she turned quickly. A snowman was rounding the bed. Given her short stature, the snowman seemed to tower over her. Unusually, its arms were made not of sticks, but of actual snow, and they were bending as if the snowman had actual shoulders and elbows. Most unusually, the snowman was anatomically correct, with a thick erection more than worthy of her favorite hentai series. Curiosity crept into the fear, beginning to mix an intoxicating cocktail within her swirling head. For a moment, she forgot about the open window. For a moment, she did not hear the icy wind blowing into the small bedroom. Despite not having any feet or legs, the snowman closed the distance to her, his arms outstretched as if it meant to offer her a hug. Fear was receding, the curiosity firmly taking root within her head as the swirling persisted. She took the final step to close the distance, her own arms outstretched, feeling compelled by the charcoal eyes which seemed to bore deep into her psyche, unblinking eyes so black that they seemed both sinister and vapid... The blood red scarf around the snowman's neck was almost farcical, yet it was immediately forgotten the moment her chest made the initial contact with the frozen body. Instantly, she was once again aware of the cold – not the cold coming from the open window, but the cold coming from the snowman. Her hardened nipples seemed to throb from the cold, yet they sent flashes of pleasure directly to her clitoris, just like when her former roommate would rub ice on her nipples... only this cold was far more intense, penetrating deep into each breast and sending flashes even faster down her torso. The cold permeated her entire being, causing her face to turn up toward the ceiling as a shrill cry rose from her throat. The snowman's arms seized her raw form, pulling her flush against his body. The cold was almost painful, yet her arms wrapped around the snowman nonetheless as she was lifted from the floor... The frozen erection practically burned her clitoris as the snowman began to rock back and forth with an ungentle motion, the hardened anatomy sliding against her. She was almost as limp as a ragdoll, feeling her head snap back and forth with the snowman's insistent movements, her voice incoherent in its pleas for this most unusual assault to end. Time seemed to cease, yet the snowman continued to rock, his frozen length still rubbing against her precious clitoris. The intense cold had indeed become painful, and not in the violent-pulling-of-hair way or the vicious-bite-of-a-nipple way. The snowman's chilled form was agonizing, torturous, and inescapable as his arms tightened their grip around her. She could not stop screaming, yet she was powerless, unable to free herself from the snowman. Despite her screams, no one came to investigate, no one came to her rescue. Then she felt the unthinkable: a powerful jet rising up between them, the snowman's icy ejaculate. He kept rocking fiercely, the intense cold against her clitoris far too painful to allow her to realize a similar pleasure as his chilly and copious release kept rising between them. And then she was unexpectedly tossed aside, discarded like a cheap whore who had been thoroughly used. She hit the floor with a thud, awakening in the darkness as she screamed from the pain of the impact with the carpet. She was not cold – she was hot, still wrapped in the covers, her body wet from the dream and her mind utterly confused. Not even in all the hentai she had seen had she witnessed anything like this dream. It took some time to catch her breath. She was still wet, and the fact that she could still hear the music from the laptop – the music laced with sounds of feminine pleasure – caused her to bunch the covers just right beneath her and, despite the headache from the fall, rock her way to the release she could not achieve in her dream. ***** The anatomically-correct snowman was gone when she passed the Humanities building in the morning. That saddened her a little, but somehow, she had a feeling that she would meet a snowman – perhaps even the very same snowman – again, but ideally with a much more pleasurable result for her. Winter Warming up with you is worth the chill. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (16.5 min/mp3) * * * * *