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Hidden In the Snow Ch. 01

By: funtoppings



"Hey, honey, did you girls fall asleep back there?"

Julie's brain was clicking on and off, constantly switching between the darkness of sleep and the vivid lights of reality. She heard her mother's voice reaching out to her in the background, but it sounded far away and faint, like the sleepy sound of waves breaking on the beach. Last thing she remembered was pulling out of the airport, her head resting against the car window, watching incoming and outgoing flights. And then her eyes just closed. She always enjoyed the soothing sensation that came with sleeping inside a moving vehicle: the icy glass squeezing against her cheek; the light vibrations absorbed through her temple; the way her teeth and car engine chattered in unison. It was almost orgasmic in a way.

For how long have we been driving? Julie wondered dreamily. Ten minutes? An hour? Time and place were still a blur as she slowly detached from the realms of her dreams. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of pale blue skies above the faded color of green. They were the colors of winter in Vermont.

"What... did you say something, Mom?" Julie asked with sleep still thick in her voice.

"I asked if you girls were asleep back there," Debra replied, already knowing the answer was yes, by her daughter's weary voice.

Julie slowly tilted her head to the left, her neck giving a soft cracking sound as she turns. She saw Bailey, with her knitted ski hat pulled down all the way to the tip of her nose, sleeping next to her. Julie balled her hand into a fist and lightly punched Bailey on the shoulder. It was a soft whack; the kind that would only disrupt the lightest of sleepers. Bailey shrugged her shoulder, but otherwise kept on sleeping.

"Bailey's asleep," Julie said dully.

Krystal, the woman sitting at the driver's seat, looked at the rear view mirror and smiled at the sight of her little girl, Bailey, cuddled at the back. Well, Bailey was hardly a little girl anymore. After all, they had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday last May, but it was more comforting for Krystal to think of her as one. Grown up or not, she was still her Little Hellraiser. Maybe now more than ever.

"How long 'till we get there?" Julie asked impatiently, wriggling her slender pelvis on the car seat while trying to shake that immense feeling of tiresomeness.

"About twenty more minutes or so," her mom answered. "If we're lucky."

"If we're lucky," Krystal repeated. It was winter season, and even worse, it was tourist season. It was a pretty calm day, weather-wise, so they weren't expecting any closed roads, but both Debra and Krystal knew that once they reach Stowe the main roads will be clogged with out-of-towners.

Julie shifted her head back to the window. The snow was piling up at the shoulders of the road. The forest was draped with a thick blanket of white, looking like the polished cover of a Christmas poetry book. Birch trees stood erect along the route, frosty and naked of leaves. The skies above, gradually turning silver blue as the morning bled into the early noon hours. Soon enough we'll be at the lodge, Julie thought drowsily. No school, no papers, no exams, nothing except complete and utter relaxation. And with her eyes hypnotically mesmerized by the view, she began to sink into another deep sleep.

Making the trip up to Vermont has been a yearly tradition in Julie's family for over a decade. Her father, back when he was alive, bought a beautiful timeshare unit at Stowe, and every year, usually a couple of weeks before Christmas, they would pack their bags and leave their home in Long Island in favor of the family trip.

Julie still remembers how every year without fail, her dad used to take down his old pair of skis from the attic (even though by looking at their polished surface, one would assume they were fairly new). He would look at her with that big smile of his that always complemented the dimple on his chin, standing tall and proud, telling her how much fun it will be at the slopes, though eventually he would spend most of his time watching football back at the lodge or going to whatever husband-wife activities her mom signed them into.

Aunt Krystal, her mother's younger sister, would usually join them on the trip. Krystal was the first of the two sisters to bury her husband. She was only married for three years, and her daughter Bailey was at the precious age of two, when her husband was involved in a horrible car accident. Sixteen years had passed and Krystal never remarried.

Five years ago, Debra suffered the same terrible loss, as her own husband, Julie's dad, suffered a deadly heart attack while he was sleeping. Much like her younger sister, Debra also remained a widow.

Today, Julie is twenty-two-years-old; she recently began her second year at Columbia Law School.

"You'll be one heck of a lawyer one day, Jules, I just know it," Debra had told her the day she got the acceptance letter from Columbia. She softly caressed her daughter's long raven hair, pride beaming out of her eyes. "And then maybe you could help your mom deal with some of these clients better than the bone-dead lawyers I now have," She told her giggling.

"Don't think you can afford me, Ma'," Julie fired back with a grin.

Debra pressed her hand over chest and gasped for hair, acting as if she was hurt, only to burst out with a gale of laughter a second later. She was indeed very proud of her Little Jules, always have been.

The group of four women took an early morning flight from New-York to Burlington International Airport in Vermont and from there they rented a Ford SUV, ("The big red one", as Bailey childishly insisted) to drive it up to the family's winter lodge in Stowe.

For the most part, it was a casual drive down Interstate 89. Krystal was behind the wheel and Debra was at the passenger seat beside her. The two sisters were mostly talking shop. Krystal was the owner of a large bookstore in Long Island and recently she launched an online version of her store with much success. Debra has inherited her late husband's successful real estate agency, where she once served as a founding partner and a secretary. Businesswise, the past five years, with Debra at the helm of the agency, had been some of the most thriving years the agency had ever known. Every once in a while Krystal and Debra would cut each other's sentences and say: "We really shouldn't talk work while on vacation," but that's where the conversation always seemed to sway back to. At the backseat, the cousins, Julie and Bailey, were both napping and having snow-covered dreams. Both girls grew up as close as sisters and even though the age difference drove them apart a bit as they grew older, there was still a strong and undeniable bond between them.

Once they got up on route 100, the narrow road began to overflow with cars. Vacationers of all sorts: families, young couples, students. They were all trying to beat the traffic and reach their designated vacation spot. By that point, all four were awake inside the vehicle; it was impossible to sleep with all the people honking at each other.

"Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses blared out of the car-radio with its soaring guitar riff intro.

"Oh, I love this song! Volume up, Ma'!" Bailey cried out with excitement.

"Here you go," Krystal inched the volume up a tick. "Sweet Child of Mine to my sweet child."

"Ugh. Lame, Mom. Really lame," Bailey said coldly.

Julie looked outside her window and cautiously observed the swarm of cars, trying to picture the life stories of its travelers, a hobby she had picked up from her adolescent years when going on long car-rides such as this.

On the right lane: a blue Sedan, with a family of five. The Man, supporting a thick mustache, maybe twenty-five-years out of date, looked stone faced, even though his three kids at the backseat seemed to be raising all kinds of Hell. His wife sat motionless in her seat, fiddling lifelessly with her iPhone, paying no attention to the rambunctious pack at the rear. Julie unpleasantly smiled at the sight. I could see this one becoming a great Condoms commercial, she thought humorously.

Next to them she saw a white Ford Fiesta, with a young couple in it. The young lady rested her head on her boyfriend's shoulder while the two were waiting for the traffic to die down.

Probably a weekend of unadulterated sex is waiting for theses two, Julie thought. I bet once they reach their lodge they'll be unzipping each other's pants, even before the car engine cools off. I sure can't blame them....

She thought of Jason, her ex-boyfriend. It had been four months since they separated and she hasn't dated anyone since. School work was keeping her busy enough, so there were was never any time to dwell on the fact that she lacks a partner in her life. But it always came down to moments like this, when she saw another young couple and the feeling of envy and deep longing crept up from the bottom of her throat to the side of her jaws.

She missed all the endearing aspects of having a boyfriend, but the thing she missed most of all was actually the sex, which was quite surprising for her. Julie was never the sex-monger (a term she privately uses on several of the girls she knows from university); she discovered sex much later than the rest of her friends, and when she did finally do it, it was never exquisitely unique or special. Just the basic stuff. But even that she missed — the basic. It was a feeling of emptiness that crawled from between her thighs and slithered sharply in between her legs; a deep yearning for something hard and stiff, slipping in between her tight creases, digging inside her and filling that tingling void.

Julie squirmed in her seat just from thinking about it. She pressed her thighs tightly together, grinded her teeth and tried to mentally dump a cold bucket of water over her head.

In the background, Axel Rose was still singing about his sweet love, with his screeching, high-pitched voice.

Julie gave the young couple in the white Ford one last, somewhat resentful look.

Enjoy your all your wonderful sex and titillating orgasms. That's one thing I don't need to worry about this weekend.

*****

"So Jules, how's school going?" Bailey asked with an inquisitive look in her eyes.

The foursome had reached the lodge at 12:15 P.M. Both Bailey and Julie had each grabbed a random suitcase from the trunk of the car, carried it inside the lodge and dropped it on the hardwood floor almost as soon as they entered. And instead of helping their mothers with the rest of the luggage, they decided that crashing on the living room sofas was a much more welcoming choice. Both girls had their feet up on the couch and their arms tossed lifelessly to the sides, looking as exhausted as coal-miners after a long day of laboring in a stifling pit.

"School's hard work, man," Julie said. Her long legs stretched up on the couch. Her eyes were blank, looking at the wood paneled ceiling. "Law School is no cakewalk. But -- so far I manage."

Bailey opened her mouth to reply but then closed it immediately. Her eyes were thoughtful.

In those few moments of silence, Julie was able to survey the lodge. She had a lot of great memories there, enough to cover a few sets of photo albums. She was about eleven-years-old when she had first come to the lodge. Since then she had been there every winter of her teen years, up until the moment her dad passed away. They returned making use of the place last year, after a three years hiatus.

What Julie liked most was the peacefulness of the location. The house was buried deep within the secluded, forested area of Mt. Mansfield. By evening they were literally in the shadow of the mountains. The only way of getting to the lodge is by driving down a narrow dirt road lined with dense foliage and surrounded with wild shrubbery. With no other lodges or timeshares in the area, no one used the road except for them. As a child, Julie used to think of it as a fairytale house. As an adult, she simply sees it as the perfect escape.

Once you pass the front door to enter the house, the feeling of tranquility and coziness immediately settles in. The interior of the lodge was designed carefully with Old-World charm, giving the impression that you were not only miles away from home, but also years away from home. The floors were aged wood; the walls were honey-colored Maple paneling, completed with a rustic finish. The living room was remarkably cozy, with a wood-burning fireplace at its focal point. The four double bedrooms were located on a second deck, easily reached by a small flight of stairs from the main living room.

"Well, you're smart. I'm sure you'll do just fine," Bailey finally said. "Plus, you're in College, how can you really concentrate with all these good lookin' boys all over the place."

Julie smirked and nodded lightly."Yeah, I guess you're right," She told Bailey, not really buying into her own answer.

While there was a plethora of handsome and ambitious young men to choose from at Columbia, Julie also knew that Bailey's mind may have depicted a much more extravagant picture of this matter. Moreover, since the separation from her last boyfriend, Jason, Julie had made the conscious decision of putting studying as her main priority. Most of her social life was on hold and her dating life was nonexistent. A lot of the people looked at Julie as someone who was a little standoffish. It wasn't because Julie was the only girl to skip parties, but it was because Julie was the most noticeable one. Prior to Columbia Julie had a successful yet short-lived modeling career. One of the photographers described Julie's looks as mysterious and enchanting, and he was utterly disappointed to find out that Julie decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a lawyer instead of a model. And unlike the rest of her peers, Julie had devoted the bulk of her time in university in actual studying.

" ... after all that's why we're all here, isn't it?" she had once told her roommate and best friend, Audra, after declining to go to yet another student-party.

"No, we're here to snag some boys," Audra told her with a steady voice. "Besides I'm sick of boys coming up to me, asking: 'Hey, you're roommates with that blue eyed chick, right?'" She said in her best stoner voice. "'How come we never see her at parties, duuude?'" and then she took a drag from an imaginary doobie.

Julie burst out laughing. "These are the boys I'm missing? Potheads?" She said, still laughing and clearing tears from the sides of her eyes.

"Hey! Today's Potheads are tomorrow's leaders," Audra snapped back, sounding almost serious before her laughter gusted out in high pitch tones.

A gentle smile played on Julie's face; not the one in Columbia but the one who was sitting with her cousin in the beautiful and picturesque town of Stowe. As hard as she studied, she still had some fond memories from school.

"How 'bout you, Bai, got any boys in your life?" Julie asked her cousin out of genuine interest. It's been too long since they talked about such matters.

Bailey sat up straight on the couch. Her eyes were wide and very thoughtful.

"There was this boy... we dated for a while, but... you know, nothing too serious. It's over by now, so... you know, nothing that exciting on my front."

Bailey still possessed a childlike quality in her voice, Julie realized. It was almost adorable in a way.

"Well don't worry, Bai, you're a beautiful kid. You'll have no problem finding Mr. Right," Julie said and shifted upwards on the couch, leaning on her elbows. Then she smirked and added, "Just give the boys a little flash of your funbags over there, and they'll come flocking in," She said with a grin, gesturing with her head at the ample swell of Bailey's breasts.

It was rather noticeable that Bailey had really developed in the last couple of years. Even under her thick turtleneck sweater, Julie could see the two large bulges of her chest. In all honesty, Julie thought, there should be no problem for Bailey to snag some boys, as Audra would put it. Bailey had a cute round face, with a pink button nose. Her hair, hazel brown, was long and straightened down all the way to the small of her back. Her slender figure was heavily accentuated by her generous pair of breasts. Even the way her ass and legs were featured so prominently in those tight jeans, was enough proof that her young cousin had matured into an astonishing looking woman, which would most likely steal more than a few glances from men, if she hadn't already.

"Fuck you," Bailey retaliated with half a grin and flipped Julie the bird. "You think it's fun walking around with these two fuckers?" She cupped her breasts, lifting them up almost to chin-level. When she moved her hands away the large breasts fell in a mesmerizing tumble, swimming and shaking under the thick fabric of her sweater, until eventually settling into the normal position. Julie was wide eyed; she couldn't shy away from noticing it even if she tried.

"Probably mess up my game at the slopes too..." Bailey said in a low voice and looked down accusingly at her chest.

"Pah-leez... don't blame your suckingness at skiing on your boobs. Even without them you got no game."

"Oh!" Bailey's mouth hung open in a shocked and rather comical O. "You'll eat your words, bitch."

Debra and Krystal entered the lodge almost on cue. Both cousins traded glances with one another in an awkward moment of silence, and then burst out with laughter.

The two sisters, both carrying a few heavy bags at each hand, looked at each other perplexed, not sure what joke they had just missed.

"Well I'm glad to see that at least your laughing muscles are working, and oh-please, don't get off your sweet little asses and help your dear old mothers with the luggage. We can handle it just fine," Krystal told the girls as she made her way inside.

"We know, that's why we stayed here," Bailey said, slouching on the couch and throwing an amused look at Julie.

"You see these girls we have," Krystal looked at her sister Debra, with half a smile, and dropped the heavy bags she was holding on the hardwood floor. "No respect for the parents."

Debra nodded smilingly.

Julie watched her mom as she stood at the doorway; her body was draped with sunlight, reflecting blindingly off the snow that was piled at the threshold of the cabin. Julie thought that her mom looked like a shiny angel at that moment. Debra wore a deep blue sweater-dress over a tight pair of jeans. Her golden hair was twisted into a bun, showcasing her swan like neck. With the sunlight glaring on her face, it looked as if the lines under Debra's eyes and the faint wrinkles around her lips had magically disappeared, leaving her face looking as smooth as a Victorian porcelain doll. Julie wondered how she might look like in twenty-five years, hoping she would look at least half as good as her mother.

"Hey honey, open a window or something, so we can air out this place, would you," Debra said, and pulled on the neck of her sweater.

"Why? It's freaking freezing in here, Aunt Deb."

"Hey, language!" Krystal snapped at Bailey. "Plus, it's not that cold. We could all use some mountain breeze."

As Julie got up from the couch she noticed the bags they brought, tossed at the center of the room in a pile. One of them was her Swiss-Gear backpack, casually packed with warm clothes and necessities. She knew her mom brought two more suitcases, yet there were at least five more, so she figured her aunt and cousin brought the others.

"Sure you two brought enough luggage?" she mumbled humorously.

"Yeah, that's because Mom brought a whole case full of alcohol," Bailey said dryly.


Hidden In the Snow Ch. 01



A case full of alcohol? Julie thought.

"Case full of alcohol?" Her mom spoke out loud, as if she was reading the script in her mind.

Krystal laughed, a little uncomfortably. "Oh, Bailey exaggerates," she said, flushed. "It's not a case full of alcohol! It's just a wine bottle or two and a few champagnes for us girls. After all, we are on vacation."

"You see Mom, why can't you be cool like Aunt Krystal?" Julie said, teasingly.

And Krystal was indeed cool. Her mom would never think about brining booze to the family trip. Hell, Julie could hardly remember the last time she saw her mother drink. Aunt Krystal bringing booze on the other hand, that came as no surprise. She had a much more brazen personality than her mother did, and that definitely rubbed on her daughter, who was as cheeky as they come.

Julie watched her aunt as the little guilty smile she wore over her face quickly faded, while she turned her head down and looked a little bit nervously at the pile of bags. It was strange, but for a fragment of a moment, Julie had a notion in her head that her aunt was hiding something more secretive than a bag of booze. However, she quickly dismissed this idea. After all, it's just her Aunt Krystal, what on earth could she be hiding?

"All right, all right, we'll have a toast later on today," Debra said, "but first let's put the bags in the rooms, drinks in the freezer, food in the fridge. Come on lets settle quickly, I want us to reach the slopes before sundown. Oh, and Jules, would you please crack a window, before we all suffocate in here."

An hour and a half later, they were already skiing.

*****

The cool night fell peacefully over Stowe.

Infinite amount of stars stretched all over the dark skies like cold bits of diamonds.

Soft winter breeze whispered silently through tree crowns.

In the distance, the snow was creeping down the mountain sides in bright white stripes.

Inside Julie's family lodge, the fireplace was burning, making a sequence of crisp crackling sounds. The voices emanating from the living room's television were only secondary to the delirious laughter and babble of the four vacationers. Half empty boxes of chocolate were tossed heedlessly all over the floor. Perched on the coffee-table were two open bottles; one of Merlot, the other of champagne.

It was movie night at the lodge. For the last hour the girls were watching a dopey comedy film, which Bailey brought on DVD, even though they all lost interest in actually watching the movie somewhere around the second round of drinks.

Julie looked into her champagne flute, watching the way the bubbles crawled up the side of the glass. She felt the heat from the fireplace tickling the tip of her nose. It seemed to her that no one in the room was particularly drunk, but everyone was in good spirits. Even her mother was on her second, going on third glass of wine.

Krystal walked back from the fireplace, where she had just tossed a fresh log, and picked up her wine glass from the oval-shaped coffee table. Her dark hair was hanging wild and loose around her face and neck. Bright red lipstick accentuated her rounded lips. She was standing in front of the television, clad in jeans and a powder blue sweater, blocking the screen from everybody's view. But it was well established that no one was watching the movie anyway. They were all too busy having what the women in Debra's hair salon fondly called "Girls Talk".

"So Julie," Krystal said, and took a sip from her wine. "What happened eventually with this Jason guy?"

A glass of wine was all it took for Debra to dish out all the juicy dirt on her daughter's love life. She told Krystal and Bailey about Jason, whom Julie had dated for a period of six months before they broke up.

"I mean, it just didn't work out, you know," Julie replied, staring down at the drink in her hand. "We just butted heads way too often. I think when it was time to break up we both kind of knew it."

Krystal circled the table and walked over to the bark brown couch, where Julie was sitting. She took a seat right next to her; close enough so their thighs squeezed up against each other. She gave her an affectionate smile and tenderly stroked her hand over her niece's lap.

"Well, that happens sometimes, sugar. Believe me when I tell you, you're such a beautiful kid, you'll find someone in no time. And a good one this time."

Julie lightly nodded her head. The sweet fragrance from her aunt's perfume was pleasantly engulfing her.

Bailey, who was sprawled on the couch besides Julie, brought a glass of champagne to her lips, paused, and then emptied it in one draught. She was looking at the TV, trying without success to flow the movie's baffling plotline.

Krystal removed her hand from Julie's thigh and placed it on top of her young niece's head. She softly ran her hand down the length of the long raven hair. She pushed a strand of dark hair from Julie's forehead and uncovered her brilliant blue eyes. They were almond-shaped slanted eyes, almost catlike. There were plenty of things people liked about Julie's well-toned and athletic body, but it was always the eyes that people fell in love with.

"You really are beautiful, kid," Krystal said again in a voice that sounded a lot like a whisper.

Julie, with her vision fixed on a pair of bubbles in her champagne glass, could tell that her aunt was looking intently into her eyes. She tried to avoid reciprocating her with a look in return. She wasn't sure why, but it felt a little awkward to her. And why is that? She wondered. She certainly had no reason to feel this way.

Debra, sitting on the small mini-sofa next to them, observed them with solicitous eyes. She swirled the wine in her glass, and finished her drink with one big swig.

Julie closed her eyes and took a sip from her near empty glass of champagne. The close presence of her aunt felt strangely intimidating. When she finally spoke her voice gave a low croak.

"I know, Aunt Krystal. I'm none too worried. With all the school work I have to deal with these days, I really don't concern myself too much about --"

Suddenly there was a weird tiny sound in the background.

"Ohh fuck'n shit!" Bailey cried, and cupped a hand over her nose and mouth.

"What was that?" Krystal turned alarmed to Bailey.

There was a hushed moment of silence, before Bailey suddenly laughed herself into hysterics, all the while squeezing and rubbing her nose with both hands.

Julie, Debra and Krystal all looked at each other with a dumb expression on their faces.

"I'm s-sorry I just... I snee-he-he... sneezed and..." Bailey wiped tears with the heels of her hands as she laughed uncontrollably. "Bubbles... the bubbles... they crawled up m-ma-my nose!" she managed, her face turning red.

"Bubbles up your nose..." Krystal said with a sigh of relief. "Jesus, Bailey, and I thought --"

Then Julie started laughing. It started as a small school-girl giggle but quickly turned into a full-fledged howl. She clutched her stomach with both hands, as she went off into gales of laughter.

Debra looked at the girls, both at the point of tears, and started chuckling herself. It was a little silly, she thought. Yet, it was impossible to resist. She buried her face under the palm of her hand as she felt her cheeks turning rosy-red, and her laughter getting stronger.

"Oh, you're laughing too, Deb?" Krystal said, and a smile broke on her face as her laughing muscles began to loosen up.

"Ss-sorry," Debra covered her mouth and tried to stifle her laughs, but it was a losing battle.

And then Krystal released a hearty chuckle, as if the laughing virus that spread all through the lodge finally reached up to her as well and bit her straight in the funnybone.

Ten minutes later, all four of them were still suffering from a severe case of the giggles.

Above them on the wall, the clock struck midnight, signaling the end of a long and tiresome day that seemed to stretch on forever.

When the movie's end credits started rolling, it was a good enough sign for Julie to call it a night.

"Well, I'm beat." She got up from the couch and stretched her arms far above her head, inducing a few crackling sounds from her bones. "I think I'll turn in for the night."

"Yeah, I think we all are, honey," Her mother said, also looking like a person in a dire need for a good night sleep.

Krystal was cleaning up the little mess they did, picking up chocolate boxes and candy foils from the floor. She seemed tired as well.

Julie looked at Bailey, already snoozing on the sofa. There was a tiny piece of chocolate crumb on the edge of her lip. They were all scarfing down chocolate bonbons while watching the movie, but Bailey, who was always the sugar junkie, was definitely eating more than the rest.

Julie noticed that Bailey's cell phone, which Bailey fiddled around with earlier in the night, was placed precariously on top of her heaving breasts; going up and down with each breath she took. Even in her weary state, Julie was still impressed by how large her young cousin's breasts had become.

I guess that's the second thing she took from her mother, Julie thought. If the first thing was her brazen personality, than the second thing must be that large natural bosom. Her mother also has that one. Her mother... my aunt... who told me how beautiful I was earlier tonight. And why, then, did I find it so strange; after all, she was only trying to make me feel better; that's what family does.

Julie shook her head as a large yawn forced itself out of her mouth, making her jaw click. She was done for the night.

"Good night, everybody," she threw a heavy hand up in the air, and crawled her way up the stairs, and into her bedroom.

Outside, the night was quiet and uneventful; it was the complete antithesis of things to come.

*****

When she first opened her eyes, Julie had the type of puzzlement that is typically common when waking in a foreign bedroom.

Then it all came to her an instant -- she was in Vermont.

Spit traveled down her dry throat like sawdust. Two tiny hammers were beating on the sides of her temples. It was the fallout of the little drinking binge the girls had before she went to bed.

Although the room was very dark, enough starlight came in through the westward-facing window for Julie to see the foot of the bed, where her backpack was thrown on a small plastic chair. She remembered she kept a water bottle in there, yet when she reached for it she discovered it was empty.

"Oh, shoot," she muttered in the darkness.

She grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. It read: 3:05

Oh, wonderful. I barely had two hours of fucking sleep.

She put her phone back on the nightstand, feeling more parched than ever. It was obvious to her that she needed to get some water before going back to sleep. Feeling heavy, she tossed her thick blanket aside, and replaced the warmness of her bed with the chill of night. She was wearing a black tank top that stretched across her chest and her skimpy pair of shorts. Immediately she felt a cold rush run through her body.

Cautiously she closed the bedroom door behind her.

The light in the hallway was turned on, draping the dark corridor with a dim orange glow.

Debra's room was the one closest to her. Krystal's and Bailey's room were at the far end side of the corridor.

She quietly walked over to the stairwell, hoping not to wake up anybody, when she suddenly came to a halt.

There were audible noises coming out of one of the rooms on the far side. Moving a little closer, she was now positive there were sounds coming out of Bailey's room.

But listening closely, she realized, they weren't any sounds. When she did recognize the sounds she was hearing, her heart began to rattle in her chest. It sounded like cries of pleasure, it sounded like the meeting of flesh. It sounded like sex!

Julie frighteningly looked over her shoulder, much like a thief in the night, and made sure no one was watching her. The door of her mother's bedroom was closed. She then looked further down the hall, to Krystal's bedroom. Door also closed.

What in the hell? Who in hell she got in there? Her thoughts were frantic. She got a boy in her room? Who? She doesn't know anyone here, does she?

Julie carefully pressed her right ear against Bailey's door, trying to get a better read of things. Maybe she was wrong, maybe she wasn't hearing right. Maybe--

But those were moans she was hearing. Those were Bailey's moans; the type of moans Julie used to make when she had sex with Jason. Secret moans of pleasure that no one was suppose to hear, except for you and the person you shared that private moment with. And that thought forced her to take a step back from the door.

I should go, I should leave. Go back inside my room, close the door, count my stupid sheep, and go to sleep. I'm not even thirsty anymore. I don't want to hear it.

She took another step backwards, followed by another two.

She was very close to actually walking away, when she noticed something that sparked a flame inside her head.

The window...

Between the second and third room (Julie's room and Bailey's) there was a small intersection that was about seven feet deep and four feet wide. A small, round, rustic table was placed between the walls to fill in the void. What did grab Julie's attention was the fact that there seemed to be a small window high above, almost near the ceiling, looking into Bailey's room.

Most likely the window looking into the adjoining shower-room, she thought.

If there was ever a risky thought, then it was the one crossing through Julie's mind at that moment.

What if I... looked inside...?

Spying on her cousin having sex; just the thought of it sounded grotesque in her head. She wasn't really willing to see it.

The room is probably so dark I won't see a thing even if I try...

She looked at the small window again. Then she looked backwards over her shoulder, and then over each side, and then back to the window.

She pulled nervously on the edge of her shirt and contemplated her next move. There was some unexplained eagerness pinching her at the bottom of her toes, drawing her to that narrow alley in the corridor, under that fabled window.

A look. Just a quick look. I'll see if she is okay, and then I'll turn away. God, What if she met some stranger at the slopes today? What if it's someone dangerous?

As things began to rationalize in her head, Julie quickly found herself standing underneath that small window. It was high, too high to reach from a standing position. Thankfully, that old rustic table was there, and if it's steady enough, it could give her a nice boost. Julie gave the table a little shake-test; it was old, and dusty, but it looked strong enough to hold her.

She climbed on top of it.

Julie grabbed the small curvy handle, which slides open the window-glass.

The window is looking into Bailey's shower room. The only way I could look inside the bedroom, was if she left the shower-room door open. The chances are too slim. I won't see anything...

With a shaky hand, Julie slid open the window. Her face was white and stiff like ivory.

The shower-room door was in fact open, and Julie got a clear view of the inside of the bedroom. There was no darkness to struggle with as a tiny night lamp provided a dim light all over the room. When she finally realized what she was seeing, all the color drained from her body.

It wasn't a strange man she saw with Bailey, nor was it any other man.

Inside the room, on top of the twin sized bed; she saw her aunt Krystal on her knees, her body naked and shiny of sweat, with a tight leather harness wrapped around her waist, and a blushing pink dildo attached at the crotch. Her child, Bailey, was under her, on her own hands and knees; her eyes shut, her mouth open. Krystal was rocking her hips and the phallic toy attached to her waist disappeared inside her daughter.

Julie watched the inconceivable act with total disbelief. Her heart triphammered inside her chest, her eyes like hot marbles, her legs numb. She closed her eyes shut and turned her head away as if she saw an eclipse. Her wobbly legs almost lost balance on the table, and she had to spread both arms across the side of the walls to keep from falling. Cold sweat poured from her body.

It's not real... I didn't see that... no, no, no. it's impossible.

Her hand was pressed against the left wall of her chest, trying to keep her heart from bursting out. She took a deep breath, feeling uncontrollable shakes in her body as she inhaled, and turned to the window again.

If this was a dream, than it was a nightmare, and one that wouldn't end, because inside the room the unfathomable act was still going on.

Krystal had her young and only daughter on her knees, like an animal, as she continually thrust her pelvis back and forth, shoving a big looking rubber cock in and out of her pussy. From time to time Krystal leaned forward and kissed the sweaty back of the young teen; her ample breasts falling on the small of Bailey's back, her nipples, pink and raw, poking at her daughter's tight skin.

Bailey balled her hands into two blood-red fists, grinding across her bed sheets. Her teeth nibbling at her pillowcase ferociously, spit foaming up at both sides of her lips. Her face was glowing with pleasure and intensity.

Astonished, Julie watched them with wide eyes. Her breath caught in her lungs, and her trembles grew stronger. She could feel her spine gradually morphing into slick rubber. It was a shocking sight. Obscene. But there were more feelings than just shock washing over her. Oh yes, much more. There was a growing appetite in her crotch that drooled at the sight, even if her brain forbade it from doing so. Some uncontrollable eagerness that swelled in her belly like a hot balloon, which made Julie feel that familiar pleasurable twinge in her pussy. That tingling void.

This is wrong, this so wrong. This is inc... inces... the word was trapped in the deepest folders of her mind, almost refusing to get out. She felt repulsed of even thinking of that criminal word.

Inside the room, the steamy passion was shooting through the walls like hot cream. Bailey knelt in front of her mother's spread thighs, and she was giving oral pleasure to the pretend cock. Her mother, much like the most perverted male at a dimly lit brothel, raised her pelvis up and down; making sure her child's throat accepts every inch of her member. Once the fellatio has ended, Bailey brought her lips to her mother's and they exchanged a kiss so slippery and wet, that Julie could see, even in the gloomy light of the room, the shiny wads of saliva and female juices that rolled between their tongues.

Looking at the kiss broke Julie's spirit more than anything. It was the most lascivious act of love she could ever imagine seeing, and it came from the most disturbingly unlikely pair.

Bailey kissed her mother on the neck, licked her way down to her chest, and then settled her mouth on one of her breasts; sucking it with her young lips. Krystal was moaning, it was clear, and Julie could hear her aunt's heavy moans in a much more lucid way than she expected or wanted.

"Oh, yes... suck on it, baby.... you're wonderful..." Krystal cooed.

You shouldn't be looking at this, Julie. Dammit, walk away! Julie's mind was at turmoil. She tried to fight it before the mental bruise in her head got any deeper.

"Lick my pussy, baby. You're killing me here... lick momma's pussy!" Krystal cried with lust.

Julie, without notice, was slowly thrusting her hips against the wall. It was that tingle in her pussy that grew the more she saw. She had to relieve it.




Hidden In the Snow Ch. 01



Bailey stuffed her face between her mother's legs. From her angle, Julie couldn't see every lick and every nibble that Bailey gave her mother. But the story was well-written on Krystal's face; her cheeks gleaming with lust, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

Bailey's head bobbed up and down between her mother's legs, her long hazel hair danced in the air with complete ecstasy.

Julie's right hand, moving with a will of its own, snuck underneath her dainty panties, and started rubbing on the tender mound of her pussy. She felt her juices creaming over her fingers in an instant and filling the air with a biting fragrance of sex.

Bailey shifted her body and climbed over her mother's face, sitting on it, riding it, grinding her pussy against the open mouth. Her back arched like a kitten in heat, her head tossed backwards. She was panting with pleasure. Both her gloriously large globes rose up; her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling.

Julie's hand, tucked under her panties and sandwiched between the wall and her pussy, kept massaging her clit, more vigorously than before. Her eyes were wide, watching her cousin's incredible bare breasts, which were inexplicably on her mind since day one of the trip.

Keep away from this, Julie! You are watching your aunt... and your cousin! For gods' sake, it's Bailey! Bailey with her mother... you know what this is... they have a word for it... ince... inces... incest! This is incest! The word repulsed her. Getting excited from watching it repulsed her. Too many things were happening way too fast. Incest is illegal, Julie; you know that better than anybody and you definitely don't need to be in your second year of Law School to know that.

The women fondled and wrapped around each other, exchanging sweat and fluids. On the bed there was a plethora of different colored toys, only now becoming visible to Julie: Strap-ons, dildos, colorful rubber plugs, some already used, others waiting.

The girls obviously came prepared for a night -- maybe nights -- of sex.

The luggage! A light bulb clicked in Julie's head. I knew there were too many bags, too many for such a short vacation. That's the expression I read on Krystal's face, she brought a bag full of... full of their toys... her filthy toys... to use on her daughter...

It was too much for Julie, her eyes have drank too much of this freakish insanity. Unwillingly she detached her hand from her panties; sweet aroma ascending from her fingers. She slid the window shut with a shaky hand, and climbed off the table. Touching the floor, her legs felt wobbly and weak. Her head was spinning, the corridor became tapered and the walls seemed to be melting around here. She went quickly into her bedroom, closed the door behind her and dove under the covers.

Julie stared at the empty darkness of the room with a pallid face and crystal-glazed eyes. Her breath stood frozen in her throat.

"This is insane," she muttered into the darkness.

The feeling of being unfulfilled still pinched between her slender legs. The raw images of Krystal fucking Bailey still lingered in her head. She was stunned at their act, yet she also envied their pleasure. It was way too long since she has been with a man and felt that type of orgasmic thrill. So busy and wrapped up with her studies, where even a night like this, lying on the bed and tending to her needs became a rarity.

And she was tending to her needs. Her hands, both of them, were eagerly rubbing at her clit. Her breath became heavier as she was reaching the point of orgasm. Inside her head she saw glowing images of her former boyfriend, Jason, his bulging penis working its way inside her.

"Oh, yes," she bit her bottom lip.

Three fingers inside her now, and the image in her head began to shift. It was not a fleshy veiny cock she felt protruding her pussy, but a pink rubber one, impressive with size. And it was not Jason grunting above her, but the image of her aunt, with her large bobbing breasts, and her cold silvery sweat, circling around her puffy nipples.

Julie quivered, her slender pelvis rotating on the mattress, as she climaxed in the darkness, climaxed to the vision of her aunt doing ungodly acts to her pussy.

Her hands were still rubbing her clit as her body convulsed with post-orgasm aftershocks. The only sound in the room was of her heavy breathing.

She looked outside the window. The stars, glistening high above in the black skies, looked down at Julie. They appeared mean and accusing.

She pressed her head tight against the pillow and hoped to magically fall asleep and somehow wake up with a blank memory.

And in case she'd still remember by morning, she would have to tell. She would have to come forward to her mother with what she had seen. There's no other way around it, she must approach her mother.

Even thinking of her mother felt strange. That word, mother, it became deformed, its value had changed. Krystal's vile words echoed in her head. Lick my pussy, baby. Lick Momma's pussy. That line played in her head over and over again, until Krystal's voice eventually altered into Debra's voice. It was a sick transition but an inevitable one as well. The word momma just sounded more natural coming from the mouth of her own momma.

What if it was my mother...? She wondered. What if instead of Bailey it would have been me? What if...

For the next little while she tried to block this idea from her head, fighting this twisted notion as she would fight a rabid wolf trying to sink its diseased teeth into the fabrics of her imagination. Eventually, mental exhaustion put her to sleep.

Tomorrow morning is going to be an awful day for her. She plans to tell her mother everything she had seen, as unrealistic and lewd it may sound. Together they will figure out what is to be done with that repulsive duo, who she once considered her family, but never again.

From now on, her mother was her only family in Stowe.

*****

After a minute, which felt like an eternity, of standing in front of her mother's bedroom, contemplating and thinking over about what she was going to say, Julie finally took a deep breath and tapped on the door.

"Mom, are you awake?"

"Yeah, honey. Come on in." A voice uttered on the other end of the door.

It was early morning, quarter to eight the last time Julie checked the clock. She wasn't sure how much she had slept, but it wasn't a lot. She kept turning in bed most of the night, replaying those deplorable sights that she saw in Bailey's room and chewing over how she should approach her mother about this.

Julie walked into her mother's sunlit room. The window inside was wide open and cool mountain breeze traveled inside, welcoming Julie with a cold kiss. A strong fragrance of lavender escaped from the shower, where Debra had just taken her morning bath.

Debra was sitting on the bed combing her wet hair. She was wearing her red cardigan sweater and a casual white skirt that ended just a few inches above her knees. The sunlight beamed beautifully off her clean golden hair. Once again, Julie found herself impressed by her mother's well kept beauty. But it was a thought she rather not have at that moment. It felt wrong.

"Jules, what are you doing up already? I thought you'll be snoozing for at least another hour."

"Yeah, well... I see you're up early as well."

"Oh, you know me honey. I'm always the early-bird, already showered and everything. How was the night, you slept okay?"

Julie opened her mouth to answer and then closed it immediately. She had an expression on her face as if her mother had asked her a trick math question and she was trying to figure out the right answer in her head.

"You don't look like you slept too well," Debra jumped in before Julie could answer.

"No, I guess I didn't sleep all too well," Julie said drearily.

"You probably drank too much. Who am I kidding, I think I drank too much as well. You know your mother kiddo, not much of a drinker."

"Yeah... no, it's not that."

Debra put her comb aside and gave Julie a concerned look. She stood up looking wide eyed at her daughter.

"What, what is it?"

Julie turned her head aside; she couldn't say it and look at her mother straight in the eyes. She suddenly thought of how in a normal world, the next thing she was going to say to her mother was 'I'm pregnant' or 'I'm getting married', or even 'mom, I dropped out of school and joined a cult'. Everything was better than this. Of course this was not a normal world, not anymore. She woke up last night at 3:05 A.M to a new decadent and debauched world. The kind you read about in the papers. She knew it was time to share her insanity with the one person she trusts the most.

"Last night, I woke up at the middle of the night. I was thirsty as hell, had to go down to the kitchen to get some water."

Debra listened carefully to her daughter. She was looking at her intently with squinted eyes, almost as if she was trying to decipher the image on a Magic Eye poster.

"Well, when I walked out of my room, I heard noises coming out of Bailey's room," Julie continued. "I thought something was wrong and... I peaked inside her room through the small window, you know, the one that looks inside her shower."

"What noises? What did you see?"

Julie took a deep breath and looked high above at the ceiling. Her mouth felt desert-dry. Warm tears were sizzling in her eyes.

"I saw Bailey... and I saw Aunt Krystal. And I swear to God I'm not lying, Mom, or telling a joke. But I saw Aunt Krystal and Bailey... on the bed... and they... they... they were naked. They were having s-sex."

"What?"

"Sex, they were having sex," Julie said again, chocked up. Tears crawled down her cheeks.

Debra sat stiffly on the bed; her eyes were wide with shock, her jaw unlocked. Both her hands, drawn closely to her lap, were playing nervously with each other. She then looked at Julie, and saw the tears rolling down her eyes. She got up and embraced her; gave her a hug, so tight and warm with a mother's love.

"Okay, don't worry, Jules. I'll talk to Krystal. I'll see what's going on," She whispered softly in her daughter's ear. "Just don't you worry. I want you to go to your room, and try to get some sleep. I... I really don't know what else to say... not until I speak with Krystal."

"It's just so fucked up, Ma'. I don't think I can ever look them in the eyes again. Not ever."

"I know, sweetheart," Debra kissed her daughter on the cheek. She looked absorbedly into Julie's sapphire blue eyes. "Go to your room. Close the door. And try to get some sleep. I'll check up on you later."

"Okay," Julie said softly. "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, honey. I love you too."

Debra gave Julie a warm hug again. A dark shadow settled across her face as soon she rested her head over her daughter's shoulder. She stared blankly at the door, behind Julie. She was left stunned by what her daughter had told her.

But in a way, she was not completely surprised.

In a way, she was not surprised at all.

*****

Thirty minutes after Julie had told her about her shocking experience, Debra was still stunned and frozen in her room. She watched her own reflection on the big mirror and for some reason, rather inappropriate for that moment, she wondered how desirable she was.

She remembered a year ago, when Julie had come home with her boyfriend, Jason. It was the first time she met the young man. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, chiseled chin type of a fellow. At one point, she served them cold drinks; both Julie and Jason were sitting on the white leather couches in the living room. As Debra brought down the tray of cold lemonades on the table, she could easily notice Jason glancing at her cleavage with big hungry eyes. Of course she would never tell this to Julie. But still, it felt nice to be ogled, to be viewed as sexy. And she was sexy, at least according to her friends, according to her jogging buddies and according to the women in her hair-salon. They all were always very complementary of her. Yet you never really know who's telling the truth and who's being nice to the poor bereaved woman, whose kids had already left her, now almost empty, house.

Eventually, she stepped out of her room. She looked down the corridor at the small shadow peeking underneath Krystal's door. She suddenly felt like one of those sheriffs in the old Westerns she used to watch as a child, just before they were about to enter a saloon full of dirty desperados.

This will either end nicely or this will end in a shootout, she thought.

The air in the corridor was thick with morning stillness. Bailey was fast asleep in her room; her night, which was packed with a wild succession of orgasms, had induced a session of unthinkable and vivid dreams. Julie was also asleep. She found it much easier to do so once the burden was shared with her mother.

Debra walked over to Krystal's room and knocked on her door.

"Krystal, you're up?"

No answer.

Debra paused, and then knocked again.

"Kryst—"

The door opened. Krystal was wearing a bath robe, one hand holding on the door knob, the other holding on the white towel wrapped around her hair. Beads of water glistened on her neck and above the hollow of her breasts.

"Good morning, good morning. I see you're already up," Krystal smiled wearily and gestured Debra to come inside.

"Yeah, well you know me, always the—"

"Always the early bird," Krystal smirked. "Yes, yes, I know."

Krystal opened the curtains of her window, sweeping the room with great beams of sunlight. "Wow, beautiful day out," she said and unwrapped the towel from her hair. "I guess we can enjoy it while it lasts, I heard we may be getting some snow-storms today."

"Yeah, I heard it too," Debra said drearily.

Krystal swiftly walked to her closet, where she kept her unpacked vacation clothes. She studied each sweater and each pair of pants that she took out of the shelves, and then tossed them carelessly on top of her bed, creating a heap of clothes.

"Ugh. First thing I'm doing back home is buying an all new wardrobe for winter." She then turned to Debra. "How you doing, hon. you drank coffee already? If not, then wait for me. I'll make us a fresh pot."

Debra paused before she answered. She didn't need a cup of coffee to get an adrenaline rush in her veins. Not this morning.

"No. Not yet."

Krystal turned to Debra, she noticed some stiffness in her sister's voice. "What's up with you? You're okay?"

Debra quietly walked over to the window at far side of the room. There was a white wooden desk-chair bathing in the morning sunlight, and Debra sat on it. She looked outside the window at the silvery blue skies, searching far away into the heavens.

"Helloooo, Debra? Everything's alright?"

"I don't know. You tell me," Debra replied solemnly, without taking her eyes off the window.

Krystal dropped the red sweater she was holding in her hands, and turned to her sister; a grave look on her face.

"What? What do you mean?"

Debra, sitting with her back to Krystal, watched white clouds slowly drifting in the skies, mesmerized. She hesitated for just a second, but when she did finally speak, the words came out of her mouth like heavy bricks.

"My daughter told me that she woke up in the middle of the night. And she heard noises coming out of Bailey's room."

Krystal froze. Her eyes closed tightly.

"She saw you and Bailey inside," there was a long pause before she continued. "She saw what you were doing."

"How?"

"How?" Debra said abruptly. "Really, Krystal? That's the question? How?"

Krystal hung her head and said, "No. No, of course not. Oh God..."

After a brief moment of silence Krystal walked over to Debra. She placed her hands on top of her sister's shoulders, which became warm from sunlight, and gave them a light squeeze. Debra reacted with listless apathy to Krystal's touch; she simply stared outside the window with bright eyes, looking far away into the distance.

"I didn't mean for her to see it... I didn't mean to—"

"So you have sex with your daughter?" Debra asked, cutting Krystal's words like a sharp knife.

Krystal's grip tightened around her sister's shoulders. "Yes," she answered shamefully, her answer both honest and awful.

"For how long have you been doing this?"

Krystal took a deep breath. Cold drops began to drip from her soaked hair. There was such a bitter silence in the room she could actually hear each drop as it crashed on the hardwood floor.

"For a few months now," she answered.

"I... I didn't know you did that... with her..."

"Come on, sister. You know what type of family we came from. You know the deal. It shouldn't come to you as that much of a surprise."

Debra didn't answer but rather kept looking deeply into the sunny blue skies, but it wasn't the clouds she was looking at, not even the tremendous silhouette of Mount Mansfield peering up ahead in the distance. She was looking at her past -- a few decades into her past.

While society always looked at interfamily relations as taboo and immoral, Krystal and Debra grew in a house where such things were a commonplace. Of course, they were also smart enough to know not to talk about it outside the confines of their home; it was the family secret.

It was their mother who suggested to both Debra and Krystal to have sex for the first time. It was their mother who taught them that as long as they are mature enough to understand the implications of their doings, then there is no shame in sharing love with a close member of the family.

In her later years, Debra would look at her past with a small measure of regret of how she was brought up, but not with complete disdain. As far as she could tell, she and her sister were brought up in a loving home environment with parents that were nothing short of gentle folks, who were adored by both children and adults alike. Most importantly, though, was the fact that their parents never forced anything upon them, but only presented them with an option. They explained to them the ways of the family and would have gladly accepted which ever path the sisters chose to take. If they wanted to, Debra and Krystal could have refused. They could have easily been taken out of this close intimate circle. But they didn't.

Krystal and Debra grew up in the same room, where they shared everything from clothes to personal secretes. They always had a lot of love for each other, but once they discovered the pleasures of sex with one another, their love inflated into something much greater.

"Come on, Deb. It's been so long for me. I didn't have any serious relationship with a man for over sixteen years." Krystal said. Her hands were softly kneading Debra's shoulders.

"You dated lots of men, Krystal. It was your decision not to remarry. It was only your decision. God knows you had options."

"True. I'm not denying it. But I couldn't remarry because I didn't want to live in a lie. I didn't want to wake up in bed every morning to a person that I knew... that I knew I could never love—"

"Don't say it, Krystal."

"— As much as I loved you."

Suddenly, the vivid colors washed out of Debra's world and grew sepia-toned. It was as if someone knocked her out of her seat and kicked her thirty years into the past. She could literally smell the fragrance of the freshly cut grass on the lawn outside the house she grew up in. She suddenly remembered all the love that was shared between her and Krystal. How they would have the most amazing sex; the type she was never able to duplicate again -- not with her husband, not with anyone. It was the perfect mixture of explorative young love and the explosiveness of raging hormones.




Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02



Dear readers, 

I would like to thanks you all for the encouraging and favorable words I had received through the comments section or by PM for the first chapter of Hidden in the Snow. 

Also, I would like to apologies for the ridiculous long delay between chapters. I truly tried to publish this quicker, but, you know, sometimes life just gets in your way. 

Thankfully the long wait is over. If you haven't read it already, I would suggest starting from chapter one as it is essential for understanding the story. 

Any comment is, as always, more than welcome. 

Funtoppings. 

***** 

They once had a snowstorm as horrible as this one. It was the Christmas family vacation circa '04. Julie's dad had told her at the time that the two greatest comforts on a stormy night were: heating and a TV with a good reception. Tonight, Julie was enjoying both. Sure, the pictures on the TV screen were a little grainy and sometimes they faded out to snow and then snapped back even more muddled than before , but it was still watchable - even in Julie's half-fuddled state. 

"This one is for you, Newmie," Julie raised her champagne flute and toasted Paul Newman, whose one of his classics played on the TCM channel. 

On top of the coffee table was one of the champagne bottles Krystal had brought; it was near empty. Beside it was a wine bottle - taken out of the fridge with the cork-sealing foil still intact - half drained. After an hour of solid drinking there wasn't much sorrow in Julie any more. All of it was drowned by a sea of bubbles and a rich flavor of ripe Muscat grapes. The heat coming from the fireplace only added to her buzz. 

She downed another glass and threw her head back on the couch. A weird drunken smile dawned on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, yet the rest of her body was so light it floated. She didn't even notice Bailey coming down the stairs. 

The young eighteen-year-old wore black spandex shorts and a two sizes too big high-school jersey, which would have easily hidden any sign of a chest if it wasn't for Bailey's ample figure. 

"Jules?" Bailey approached her cousin tentatively. 

"Bailey!" Julie threw her hands up in the air, excitement in her voice. "What up, coz? Come on sit, pour yourself a glass, don't be shy now." 

Bailey sat next to her cousin. A line of concern delved between her eyebrows; it looked out of place on her young features. 

"Hey, are you okay, Jules? You look kinda' wasted." 

"Wasted?" Julie tucked her chin and snickered. "No, no, no, I'm pretty cool. I'm really cool, in fact." 

Bailey stared at her cousin and then glanced at the half-empty bottles of booze on the table. She didn't think Julie looked terribly sloshed, but it certainly sounded like Julie was in good spirits and Bailey was sure the alcohol had something to do with that. After all, how else could she explain Julie's excitement in seeing her after all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours? 

Earlier in the day, around four o'clock in the afternoon - while Julie was looking for a nice quiet place to catch lunch, and Debra was walking and chewing over what had transpired in her sister's bedroom - Krystal walked into Bailey's room with one of her midday cravings. Bailey was used to it, and most of the times her mother didn't even have to say explicitly that she wanted sex; it was plainly written in the glimmer of her eyes and wanting smile. 

"The Black King?" Baileys had asked her mother, who stood at her doorstep in bra and panties, holding a black strap-on between her fingers. 

"The Black King," Krystal agreed with a grin. 

"I'll bring the lube." 

The Black King, otherwise known as the Anal-Only Dildo, was one of Krystal's favorite toys in the pack. It was a large one, and Krystal never used it on her daughter. She felt Bailey was too young and inexperienced to experiment with anal penetration, especially from a device as big and unyielding as the Black King. She, however, absolutely loved it. 

"I got something to tell you, Bai," Krystal told her daughter as she crashed on the bed and removed her undergarments."Your aunt Debra stopped by my room this morning. And, boy, did we have quite the talk..." 

At that moment Krystal told Bailey about Julie catching them having sex, and how she had confessed to her mother about it. She also told her about the sexual encounter she shared with Debra. 

And later on in the night, minutes after the date had changed on the calendar, Krystal brought to Bailey's attention the fresh news of all that had occurred between Julie and her mom. She explained that in a moment of weakness - though she could hardly blame her - Debra had tried to seduce Julie, which, unfortunately, backfired. She then politely asked Bailey to spend the night in her room and refrain from going downstairs, as per Debra's request. Bailey had only offered her mother a tightlipped smile of agreement. 

"Hey, you know who else is cool?" Julie asked as she swayed in her seat. 

Bailey paused, drew a nervous breath, and opened her mouth: "What? Oh, no. Who?" 

For a moment there, Bailey was positive that Julie wasn't going to answer her. Worse, she was sure that Julie was going to smack her instead. She wasn't sure why she felt like that, but there was a slightly uneasy shift in Julie's demeanor; it was like her sparkling sapphire eyes suddenly turned into cold little ice pebbles. 

"Why, Cool Hand Luke of course!" Julie finally said and burst into a hysterical laughter. 

Bailey politely smiled at her cousin in a manner she would smile to a person turning mad before her eyes. "Cool Hand... who?" 

"Cool Hand Luke!" Julie pointed at the television. "Paul Newman? Cool Hand Luke? Come on, it's one of my all-time favorite movies." 

Bailey looked at the TV screen and was even more perplexed than before. She wasn't sure who this Paul Newman fellow was but she nodded her head with understanding - the fake kind. 

"Oh, you don't know good movies, Bai," Julie waved her off. "All you watch is those ditzy comedy flicks. Unless, of course, you have your head tucked between your mother's legs, in that case you probably can't watch squat..." 

And there it was - the underlying truth, coming from the mouth like a screaming bullet. Truth that poked a hole so great in Julie's belly, some stuff just had to spill out. 

Bailey quietly nodded. She was a little timid before, but now that the bullet had been fired at her, she felt perfectly fine; because she was fine with the truth. And she also came downstairs for a reason, so there was no holding back on this one. 

"That's right, me and Ma' have sex. I know you saw us. I'm fine with it." 

"Fine with me," Julie snorted blankly and picked up an empty glass. She studied its curves with her eyes. "I don't care," she added bleakly. 

Bailey dragged her bum on the couch and inched closer to Julie."I know I'm just eighteen, but Christ, Jules, sex with a woman, especially an older one, it's just something... out of this world, you know." Her hand dropped on Julie's bare portion of the thigh. 

The twenty-two-year-old pretended not to notice and kept staring vacantly at her empty glass. Inside, her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. Sweat had formed on her brow and hands. Even her alcohol buzz was slowly drifting away. 

"I know what people think: mother and daughter, how wrong it is and how... I don't know, yucky it is. But you know what - screw those people." Bailey's chestnut eyes blazed with excitement. "I have sex that is unimaginable for most people. I have friends who have sex; I read about it everywhere and no one... nothing that I've heard or read even comes close to what I feel when I have it with mom. I have sex that is nothing short of a fantasy. I mean... its fucking out of this world, Jules!" 

"Yeah... I bet," Julie muttered to her glass. 

Bailey leaned closer to her cousin; her large breasts swayed under her loose shirt and grazed Julie's arm. The young laws student suspected her cousin was not wearing a bra underneath. 

"Don't you also wanna know how it feels?" Bailey spoke, her breath landing in warm circles over Julie's neck. "Forget what other people might think, forget everything. It's nobody here but us girls. We are like literally snowed-in and hidden from society; it's the perfect time and place for experiments. No one needs to know." 

Julie didn't reply. She didn't say anything, but just kept staring through her glass. Her cousin's hand was still on her thigh and it was rubbing it by that point. The sweet fragrance of coconut and honey emanated from the young girl's long hazel hair and it enveloped around Julie like the heat from the fireplace. She suddenly felt very sober and very immobile, as if she was trapped by Bailey's words. 

"Mom told me that your mom just made a move on you and you totally blew her off. Now why on earth would you do that? Aunt Deb is so fine-lookin'. I'll be honest; sometimes I masturbate at night while fantasizing about your mother. Hell, I spent many nights fantasizing about you, sweet cousin. I dreamed about us lying naked together, kissing each other; both on the lips and down there. I even dreamed of maybe using on you one of those big rubber toys that mom had bought. And then you could use it on me. I'm young, but I'm good. No man can give you an orgasm like I can. I promise you, after me, you'll be swearing off men for life, just give me a chance. What do you say, College Girl? Would you give me a chance?" 

Julie said nothing. And that included not blowing Bailey off either. She allowed the words to trickle into her consciousness and digest. And she was surprised to find out that her brain had opened a new department where such unimaginable thoughts were welcomed and even considered. 

Bailey took the glass from Julie's hand and put it aside on the table. Her other hand was no longer just rubbing Julie's thigh, but it was massaging it in a very intimate and inviting manner. She came down for a reason and that reason was about to unfold. 

Bailey leaned forward, and even though Julie was well aware that a kiss was coming, she made no attempts to recoil, nor could she. She felt as if something in her mechanism had gone frozen, as if she had been rendered motionless by a spell. 

Their young lips pressed against each other. For the first few seconds - though it felt much longer - the kiss was passionless and cold. Julie's face was stiff as a statue, her arctic lips unwilling to cooperate. But then it changed; suddenly, Bailey's tongue slipped in, sliding in between a cautious pair of lips, and claimed Julie's mouth as her own. Then Julie inched her tongue forward, hankering for just a tiny curious taste of her cousin. And a few seconds later, their mouths melted together and their wet tongues stroked each other with the type of passion that is reserved for first-times. And this was Julie's first-time; her first truly romantic kiss with a female. 

At that moment, Julie felt her heart growing larger with each noticeable thud. It felt like being reborn. 

What am I doing? Julie thought. This is Bailey. This is my cousin. Hell, this is a person I always saw as my little sister! She questioned her sobriety; maybe she was drunker than she thought. But a calm voice in her head told her: You're not drunk at all. And slowly she began to realize that the kiss felt wonderful, and that Bailey felt good in her mouth, just like she had imagined. And she had imagined it; there was no point in denying it any longer. She had imagined kissing all of them since last night: Bailey, Krystal, but most of all - her mom. She spent the entire day trying to shake those thoughts from her head, pretending she was appalled by them. But every time she had those thoughts, her knees grew a little weaker, her heart pumped a little faster, and even her pussy became a little wetter. 

"Mmmmm..." Bailey unlocked her lips from her cousin's, and swept her tongue over her moist overlip. "You taste like sweet wine, my child," She said, giggling. Then she grabbed the lower hem of her jersey and took off her shirt, revealing she was, in fact, not wearing a bra. 

The sight that Julie saw would forever be treasured in her memory. Those spectacular large breasts looked so unique and magnificent. Julie suspected that they were the things that men dream about at night before they create a hot line of jizz in their underwear. However, she was no man, and yet she was aroused by the sight just the same. 

"You like?" Bailey asked with a devilish smile, which made her look a little bit like her mother. She leaned forward and arched her back like a cat, both her glorious tits rising up, projecting proudly from her small delicate frame. 

The young law student was completely flustered; she wanted to do something - something outrageously deviant - to that gorgeous pair but felt apprehensive to do so. 

Bailey read the hesitation on Julie's face. "It's okay, you can touch." She gently grabbed Julie by the wrists of her hands and guided them to the swell of her bosom. Julie's immense feeling of doing something deviant magnified at the touch. 

Julie marveled at the size of the chest as her hands moved around the curvature of the breasts, caressing them with the softness of a feather. She found herself once more amazed at how this tiny body was able to support such a prodigious bust. 

"It's okay Jules, you can suck them. I know you want to. Don't give it much thought." And as if her words of encouragement weren't enough, Bailey grabbed Julie by the back of her head and slowly pressed it against her chest. 

It only took a gentle graze from the tip of the nipple over her lip to make Julie suckle on her cousin's voluptuous boobs. Her tongue, suddenly feeling very invigorated, twirled around the already growing nipple in clockwise rotations. Bailey hummed in approval. She nursed on the tit like a hungry child from its mother. Then, the thought of sucking her own mother crossed her mind; a thought which an hour ago would have completely terrified her. 

"God, your pretty good at this," Bailey said and planted a wet one on Julie's lips. "Now let's get you outta those clothes, cuz I'm betting your pussy is like on fire right about now." 

Julie cleared her dry throat, which burned red with shame. Bailey was right; her pussy was eagerly dripping by that point. 

Bailey stripped Julie of her white camisole and then slipped off her pink pair of shorts, leaving Julie's heart-throbbing body veiled only by a bright lacey bra and a snowy-white pair of panties. 

They were nearing the moment of truth and Julie recognized it, still feeling fantastically anxious. The air froze in her lungs, her muscles drew taut, anticipation sang in her veins. When Bailey grabbed at the waistband of the panties, Julie clutched her shaky hands around her cousin's wrists with a final act of indecision. 

"C'mon, Jules, relax. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. I can see in your eyes how much you want it. Let me do this for you. And for me..." 

"What if... what if someone comes downstairs?" 

"No one will come downstairs. Your mother still thinks your upset and she specifically requested me and my mother to stay upstairs tonight and let you be. Honestly." 

"Oh... so what exactly are you doing down here then?" 

Bailey grinned slyly. "You know me. I never listen." 

Julie smiled at that answer, nodding her head in agreement. Finally, she released her grip from her cousin's wrists, submitting to her desires. 

Bailey swiftly tore the panties from Julie's body, unveiling the fresh cunt before her voracious eyes. She swallowed hard as her skin trembled and her eyes widened at the glorious sight. The young, clean shaven pussy throbbed with eagerness. 

"Your pussy..." Bailey hypnotically whispered, administering a kiss fraught with lust and awe to the rosy flesh, as if she had kissed the most coveted trophy in the world. "It's beautiful!" She said, and burrowed her face between the ivory thighs. 

Julie writhed with pleasure on the couch. The young tongue swept across the seam of her pussy and immediately drove her into new realms of bliss. Once the tongue delved further in, it wondered freely inside, hardly allowing the narrow walls to contain its hunger. Julie's legs jerked until they eventually grew useless like the rest of her body. The shock of having her most lustful needs taken care of by her sprightly cousin, surprisingly, added fire to her excitement. 

Bailey hummed manically like a rabid animal as she worked her skilled tongue inside Julie, who was moaning heartily by that point. 

"God, Jules, you taste so freaking awesome! Like the best pussy I had in my life!" 

Julie couldn't muster enough strength to reply. It was like a dream that is so fantastically amazing you simply want to scream with joy but you find your jaws locked and your voice muted. 

Bailey crawled on top of her until their faces paralleled. Their young bodies, filmed with sweat, pressed against each other. They shared a look, one that was long and absorbing; Bailey through her large chestnut eyes and Julie through her bright sapphires. They studied each other's faces as they were suddenly swept by memories of childhood: birthdays, holidays, playing with dolls, helping with homework, going to the mall. And somehow it all came down to this moment; naked and vulnerable in each other's arms. Electric energy surged through their bodies as they watched one another. Bailey lowered her head and presses her lips with Julie's for one more memorable taste. This time a much more drawn out and sultry kiss, and they only detached once they became breathless. 

"You like the way you taste, dear?" Bailey whispered. 

Julie nodded. She had tasted the creamy new texture on Bailey's tongue, and for the first time in her life she was able to assign a flavor for sex. She never imagined how sweet and wonderful her fluids tasted, and hopefully, soon enough, she would be able to taste Bailey as well. Just the thought of it made her mouth contract and fill with saliva. 

Bailey continued kissing Julie; on the lips, on the chin, on her neck. Her kisses fell lower on the body each time. Once she reached Julie's chest, she kissed the black lace that covered her cousin's shapely pair of breasts. She violently bit on the front clasp of the bra, tugged it with her seething teeth, and growled. 

"Are you mad?" Julie laughed heartily, a vibrating and infectious sound. 

"A little bit." Bailey smiled mischievously. She then unhooked the bra in a more reserved manner. 

There was as much excitement in Bailey staring down at her cousin's bare breasts as there was in Julie staring at hers. She always found Julie to have a perfectly sculptured body, and being able to watch it unveiled was a gift she treasured. 

Julie moaned with delight as her nipples erected and changed color, a much darker one, under the care of her cousin's warm mouth. It was a brand new territory of pleasure which she had never experienced. She hugged her cousin closely and acceptance of this new reality settled on her much quicker than she would have thought. 

"You like your nipples now?" Bailey said with a grin as she grabbed Julie by her breasts and squashed them close together, rushing hot blood to their white domes. The nipples bulged explosively under Julie's watchful eyes. She was amazed at how swollen they became, like fresh rose buds. 

Bailey fondled Julie's ivory cheek; there was love in her stroke. "I think I need to taste your pussy again. Is it okay? Can I do it?" 

Julie kissed her cousin's loving hand. "Only if you'll allow me to do the same for you." 

"Mmmm... I think we can arrange that," Bailey said, and grinned with that devious smile of hers. She stepped off the couch and rapidly removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was young and smoothly shaven; her pink nether lips glistened even in the half-darkness of the dimly lit room. 




Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02



Julie stared at her cousin's nude figure, her eyes blazing, her head reeling. 

"I never..." She paused, kept her mouth ajar and struggled to finish her sentence. 

"You never what?" 

"I... I never imagined how... turned on I can get from seeing a... you know, a p-p-pussy," she stuttered with some shame over the last word, which was one of the many blue words that weren't part of her regular vernacular before. Of course this wasn't the same Julie of before. This was the new Julie. 

Bailey ran her hand between her legs and smirked with content. She said, "I know what you mean, sweet cousin. I still get turned on every time I see my mother's pussy, or even now that I see yours. " 

My mother's pussy, Julie thought, as sudden image of her mother popped inside her head. Her mother. Naked. The picture in her head was vividly sexy and exquisitely detailed. She could trace every curve and contour of her forty-eight-year-old body. Spot any fold or wrinkle on the skin. She could see her nipples poking out prominently of the outline of her ripe breasts, begging, in the clear light of her vision, to be ceased by her mouth. Her smoothly tanned tummy gracefully pouched out a little at the waist. Below, her glorious mound, covered by a wealth of fine golden curls of hair, each wisp of hair drenched with a powerful odor of sex. Her rosy cunt lips peeking out from the golden patch, swollen and wet, hankering to be stroked by Julie's tongue. And as crazy, even downright demented, it may have sounded in the past, she did see herself lapping from her own mother's twat. The taste buds on Julie's tongue came alive; they begged for a taste of Debra. They ached for it. 

"Make a little room for me," Bailey's voice echoed above Julie. She climbed on top of her cousin till each head paralleled with each pussy. 

Julie, who was momentarily lost in her fantasy world, snapped back into reality - as much as you can call this lustful new venture a reality. She peeked up and saw directly into her cousin's pink ravine, its clit dangling conspicuously at the apex. Her brain was reeling; so many things were happening so quickly. Her desires and wants swiftly transitioned into actions, making room for new desires to formulate. 

Then, they ate each other out, just like Bailey had dreamed. 

Julie grabbed her cousin's ass, squeezing each tight cheek between her fingers, and restrained the squirming pelvis above her face. Sweet scent of teen hormones descended from the dampness and filtered straight into her lungs. Before she could take it all in, she felt that magical tongue once again sweeping over her pussy, and a mouth closing over her bulging clit. The quivers started in her knees but quickly transitioned to her thighs and waist and torso. Her nipples ached with bursting pleasure. She felt the orgasm building up inside her like a whirlwind; it was the well-known feeling of impending release, only magnified into something much greater and much more overwhelming. The feeling of hotness conquered every fiber of her body. 

In her moment of pleasure and self indulgence, The Old Julie was able to slip one final thought: it's your cousin, Julie. Your cousin! It's depraved. It's wrong. It incestuous! But that voice, that whisper, was drowned by the growing voices of her lust. It was overpowered by the voices that wanted to satisfy her carnality. 

"Oh!" Bailey jerked as her own pussy was conquered by her cousin's virgin mouth. 

Julie vibrated with emotions as her tongue delved further into uncharted waters. The feeling was so powerful that she could only mourn the fact that she hadn't been exposed to this lifestyle before, yet rejoice over the fact that eventually this lifestyle had caught up with her. 

"Oh, fuck mommy! Fuck yes!"Bailey moaned excitedly as Julie's tongue punched every trigger in her pussy. She wasn't even aware that she had cried her mommy's name. It was a force of habit. But no one noticed and no one cared. 

The long couch at the heart of the living room rocked madly as memories of sex were embedded within its fibers. The fireplace hissed and crackled with aged oak, its glow shone beautifully over the two wet bodies. 

"Ohhmmm... yeah... right there baby! Right there!" Bailey frantically cried. 

"Oh yes, yes... oh, fuck me..." Julie moaned as her own clit throbbed in her cousin's mouth. 

Eventually their orgasms came crashing down on them like a tidal wave. 

Julie smiled because she truly believed she found peace. She made a choice - much like her mother and aunt years ago - to walk a path. And it was a damn good path. 

Bailey rolled off of Julie and dropped onto the carpeted floor. Her lips glistened with her cousin's juices. Her breathing grew shallow as her orgasm slowly ebbed away. 

Julie peered down from the couch - her own body feeling like it was poked with a thousand warm needles - and saw her young cousin collapsed on the floor (that devilish smile still on her face, though). She wanted to say something, but her physical resources were exhausted. So she just lay there, rubbing on her pussy, and drifting along the waves of her subsiding orgasm. 

"Listen, Jules," Bailey said in a low and husky voice. "How about me and you go get ourselves more comfortable? Let's go up to my room, on the big bed." 

Julie rolled on her side and tilted her head down. Her face hovered over Bailey's, who was lying prone on the floor, still shivering from her orgasm. 

"I would love to, sweetheart, but... I think I wanna make a different visit first." 

"Oh?" 

Julie cocked her eyebrow at Bailey and softly gestured with her head towards the upstairs landing. 

Now Bailey got it. "Oh! You mean... your mother." 

Julie, with her face pillowed over her folded arm, stared down at her nude cousin. "How fucked up is this, seriously?" 

"It's not," Bailey answered to the hovering face. "I told you; don't get caught up in what other people think. Get caught up in what you think. And right now you're thinking: Man, there's a woman upstairs and I wanna get naked with her, and I wanna taste her. Shit - I wanna fuck her! And you know what; she's upstairs thinking the same about you. And at the end of the day, you two will be the only ones to know about it. The only ones that really mattered." 

Such simple truths she spoke, Julie thought. Simple and easy. Maybe it is time to look at the world, not through the eyes of a soon-to-be-lawyer, but through the eyes of something much simpler than that. Bailey was a creature of impulse, her heart over-weighed her brain. Maybe it was time to take a page from her book. 

"You're right." Julie sat up. Her mind was lucid and her decision had been made. 

"Of course I am," Bailey muttered with a smile. 

Julie got up from the couch. Her legs felt wobbly like the night before, when she caught her cousin and her aunt having sex - though, the memory somewhat felt old, like it happened to an older version of her, in a different universe. 

She walked towards the stairwell, giving Bailey a nice glance of her nude figure walking away. Her long sleek legs moved seductively across the hardwood. The dim light reflected beautifully off her taut skin. The well defined muscles on her peachy ass flexed and relaxed with each step she took. That very ass would later on become the focal point of Bailey's night-time masturbations. 

"Hey, Jules!" 

Julie groped at the staircase's steel handrail, and glanced over her shoulder. She saw Bailey's round pumpkin smile, peeking at her from behind the long couch. 

"I dunno if you're up to it, but in case you are - go to my bedroom and look under the covers." 

Julie's mouth opened; she was about to ask something, but quickly gave up. She glanced down at her body and saw nothing but skin. She realized the absurdity of sauntering around nude in the very house she had visited on vacations ever since she was a child. Now she was about to walk into her mother's room and proceed with an act that would most likely shatter any memory she had in this place to tiny bits and pieces. But she had already made peace with it. And as for the rest of society, as Bailey had put it so eloquently: screw those people. Screw them. And without even noticing, she was already standing at the top of the stairwell. 

***** 

The last time she saw her mother was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a very revealing crimson colored nightgown. Since then, more than an hour had passed. So much had happened during this short time, Julie realized. 

She peeked inside her room and found it dark and empty. Her mother, no doubt, went back to her own room. It was long after midnight, Julie thought, and Debra may have already gone to sleep. But somehow she suspected otherwise. Somehow she knew her mother was more than awake. 

She went inside Bailey's room first. She looked around it and instantly noticed how the door to the adjoining shower-room was left wide open. Sitting naked on Bailey's bed, she could see the small window above the shower-room's mirror that started all of this. What she saw from that window still danced lucidly in her head: mother and daughter, playing into each other's fantasies and dirty secrets. She remembered watching them at first was like staring at two outsiders invading her own delicate reality. But very quickly she began to feel like she was the outsider who was looking in. And she remembered jealousy burning in her heart. And of course she couldn't forget the increasing feeling of arousal. Oh, how aroused she had felt at that moment. Maybe it was wrong to think that way - or at least the little whisper in her head still demanded - but she had to be truthful with herself. And the truth was that she was excited watching Krystal and Bailey, and she was excited when her mother touched her. It was time to share her excitement with the others. What she had with Bailey was amazing, and now she was ready for the next step - the big step. 

Look under the covers, Bailey had said. She picked up the heavy blanket from the bed. Now what do you got under here, Bai? 

She searched across the mattress but it didn't take her long to notice it. She moved closer to it, fixed on it with eyes that wouldn't close, and felt her heart thumping stronger the closer she reached. She looked at it; the first one of these things she had ever seen in person. Its figure was harsh and unyielding. It looked like a medieval torture device, but she sensed no tortures came from it. In fact, just by looking at its crude and purposeful shape, it breathed familiar sensations in Julie's pussy; a warm twinge between her legs like a deep and hollow void looking for fulfillment. Julie picked up the impressively sized strap-on with her small hands. She recognized the black leather harness which made her stare once again at the small window in the shower-room. It was the same strap-on she saw Krystal using on Bailey. For no reason she could understand, Julie drew the rubber cock close to her nose and took a hearty whiff from it. There was a smell that she recognized and liked. 

She stood with the phallic rubber in her hands. Grasping at the base of the rubber cock with both hands, she positioned the toy over her pubic bone as if she was a man holding his erection. She licked her lips and slowly began to thrust her pelvis back and forth in a fucking motion. 

I wonder if mom would let me use this on her. She swept her tongue over her lips again. I wonder if she would want to use this on me. Her knees swayed forward and the cock was buried deeper inside the phantom pussy in front of her. And can I even take this thing inside me? It's so damn... big! Then she started hearing phantom moans. The voices came from her head but it sounded a lot like her mother. Oh yes, you like that? The Debra voice in her head said yes. I know you do. Her hips rocked manically as the phantom moans grew louder. And then there was a climax and even Julie, who only played a game of pretence, shuddered with excitement. 

It was then that Julie knew she was completely committed to what she was about to do. And she had no doubt that it would be incredible. 

***** 

Maybe for the first time since her early childhood days, Julie stood stark-naked in front of her mother. Of course she no longer possessed the body of a child, but in the passing years she had taken the form of a gorgeous young lady, whose stunning body was well appreciated even when it's fully clad. 

She paced towards Debra, who was lying on the bed, reading a novel. The older woman's face was red with shock, the book slipped from her hands. Under the orange lightning of the room, she actually looked ten years younger than her real age. 

Debra watched her daughter as she strolled naked in her direction. She was moving in dreamy slow-paced strides, like a model on a runway. Debra marveled at the flat clean belly; the generous swell of her breasts; the strong slender legs; and between the legs - a milky pink protrusion. And there was something she spotted in her hands. Some dark belt with a skin-colored rubber shaft attached to it. 

It was a strap-on. Now she saw it clear as day. Her young daughter, her pride and joy, who was such a level-headed kid, and who she had just an hour ago ran from her hands after trying to force her old ways upon her, was moving naked in her direction with a sex-toy in hand. 

"Jules?" 

Julie slowly sat on the bed and turned her torso towards her mother. When their eyes met it was almost like the rest of the world around them was moving at a different and much slower pace. Julie stroked her mother on the cheek. Her hand was light and loving. 

"I'm sorry I stormed off on you earlier." 

Debra took a deep breath."No, it's okay." She scanned her daughter's body. She would have pinched herself to make sure all of this was real, but Julie's hand on her cheek provided such unmistakable genuine warmth."But J-Julie w-wh-what are you... I mean a-are you sure... l mean - what happened?" 

"Bailey," Julie said, smiling. 

"Bailey?" 

"Yes. I gather you told her - or you told her mother - about what happened between us in my room." 

"I did." Debra said, still feeling very shameful." I told Krystal; told her to leave you alone." Her eyes jumped between Julie's face and the strap-on she held. 

"And Krystal told Bailey. But it so happened to be," Julie continued, raising her feet up on the bed, completely facing her mother now. "That Bailey doesn't like to do a lot of listening, so she came down to the living room, and..." She playfully rolled her eyes. 

"And?" 

"And she made me realize something." 

"What?" 

Julie replied by pressing her lips to her mother's. It was a short kiss, but it carried a weight of emotions. 

They stared vehemently into each other's eyes as the kiss still burned on their lips. They both knew that the next step may result in a change from which there is no return. Yet the temptation, so great and powerful, overcame them. 

They kissed once again. One set of lips was more than twenty-five-years older than the other, yet they were pressed hard and lively against each other just the same. Debra held Julie sternly by her arms all throughout the kiss. Later, Debra would wonder if she had ever had such a heart-turning passionate kiss with her late husband as she had with Julie on that night. She knew she didn't. Julie grabbed Debra by the sides of her waist; the strap-on fell from her fingers, forgotten. 

They separated, both taking a deep breath. Faded moonlight fell across their faces; it glared through the frigid window looking like shadows of broken glass. The silence in the room screamed to be broken, but neither could find words to break it with. 

Debra's eyes wondered over Julie's body. It was the beauty she envisioned in her dreams (and fantasies) for so many nights and days. The young nipples stood pink and harsh, pointing at Debra, and begging to be swallowed. 

"You look gorgeous," Debra said in a small voice. 

This time Julie grabbed Debra sternly by the arms and slowly directed her down on the mattress of the bed. They rested on their sides, looking at each other. Debra had a smile of genuine joy on her face. 

Julie, without taking her eyes off her mother, grabbed Debra by her right hand and guided it to the growing heat between her legs. 

"Now where were we? I believe you had your hand in here and... ehhhh"—Debra began rubbing on the delicate mound under her fingers almost instantly—"Oh, yes. And you were doing that..." Julie's eyes closed. A bright smile lit across her face. 

Debra rubbed on her daughter's pussy with the same intensity she used on herself while masturbating to Julie's model snapshots. She felt her young one's clit blossoming under the ball of her middle finger. It felt like rubbing on a wet pearl. 

"Oh, God!" Julie cried and buried her face in the pillow. Waves of pleasure rippled through her body. 

Debra rubbed her fingers faster across the young slit until the lips became red and soggy. Julie moaned into fits of frenzy and eventually her first orgasm advanced on her as she contorted on the bed into the fetus position. 

Debra drew her hand back. She watched her pride and joy balling up from the relentless orgasm she gave her. It made her feel good. She licked her fingers, tasting her daughter for the first time; it was a taste like no other. 

Debra slid the straps of her nightgown and it crashed around her waist. She quickly wriggled out of the crimson garment. Sitting on her knees, with only a black-colored, sexy lace bra and a matching lace-waist pair of hip-huggers, she faced her young daughter who was looking up at her with big wonderful eyes. Debra thought at that moment that Julie's face looked so innocent and young - like a child. She remembered seeing the same expression on her daughter's face on the day she had taught her how to tie her own shoes (The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole). 

Julie caressed her mother by the knee, her hand still shaking from the orgasm. 

"I always thought you looked beautiful, Mom. I just wanted you to know that." 

Debra put her hand over her beating heart."Telling you how beautiful you are... that's hardly ground-breaking news; oh-no." She lightly shook her head and smiled. "People always complemented me on your beauty. But what I want you to know is what an amazing soul I think you are and how proud you've always made me." 

Debra unclasped her bra and it fell by her knees slowly, like a feather in a dream. 

Julie dropped her hands on her mother's breasts. "May I?" she asked; her face was timid and precious as she asked it. 

"Of course. Of course you can, love." 

Debra drew closer to her daughter until she eventually mounted her; her open thighs tightly wrapped around Julie's waist like a belt. Their crotches pushed against each other in perfect alignment. She leaned forward and one of her breasts was quickly stolen in Julie's mouth. She wrapped a hand around her daughter's head and allowed her to feed; just as when she was a child and she had fed and nursed her. And Julie was indeed nursing; she sucked hard at the nipple like a starving child. Debra sighed at the stiffening sensation on her breasts, as the nipple grew rigid in the moisture of Julie's frail mouth. Infused with pleasure, she leaned forward and kissed the top of her daughter's head; sucking all the fragrance from her hair. 

"Your nipples," Julie beckoned and reviewed her work. "They grow hard and big, like mine." 

"Your mother has very sensitive nipples. And by the looks of it her daughter does too," Debra said, and yet again leaned forward, this time looking for a kiss. 




Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02



Julie's arms jerked to the sides as her tongue became once more a prisoner in her mother's mouth. The right hand landed by the nightstand almost knocking off her mother's pair of reading glasses. Her left hand fumbled on the mattress until it gripped something long and hard. It was the strap-on. 

"Mom..." Julie breathed, and then swallowed. "Can I use this on you? I mean... is it something you think you'll like?" She put the strap-on between her breasts. The cock's head suggestively pointed at her chin. 

Debra looked at the toy and then looked at Julie. Her daughter's eyes again were big and innocent and young, very young. Then she looked again at the makeshift cock, and all that she could think of was: The bunny goes over the hill, down the slope, and through the hole. And that made her giggle. 

A smile broke on Julie's face as well. "What?" she puzzled. 

"Oh nothing, dear. You can use it alright. I'd love it." 

Debra rolled off her daughter's body and helped her with putting on the dildo harness. It was fairly easy; all she had to do was tuck on both sides of the leather strap, and it tightened around Julie's waist. Unlike her daughter, this wasn't the first time Debra handled a strap-on; but it was her first time in a very long while. 

"Where d'you get it?" Debra asked while making final adjustments with the harness. 

"I got it from Bailey's room." 

"Oh, I see Krystal brought her bag of tricks." 

Julie laughed."Yes, bag of tricks. That's what I was thinkin'." 

Once the strap-on was securely fixed, Debra crawled backwards and sank down on the bed. She quickly got rid of her panties; she had bought that very same pair of hip-huggers panties a week ago at a Victoria's Secret store on her way back from the hair-salon. Back then, she frowned at the steep price when she saw it; but now, the panties got thrown all the way to the other side of the room like some cheap rag. 

Julie's eyes devoured the glorious sight that was presented in front of her. She eagerly rubbed the cock with her hand, as if she expected it to become alive under her fingers. 

"Would you mind if..." 

"Sweetie?" 

"Would you mind if I kissed you down there first," Julie said shyly as she placed her left palm on top of her mother's pubic hair. 

Debra squirmed a little at the touch. "I insist that you do," she replied with a loving smile. 

At that point, Julie slowly lowered her head till it reached a most peculiar position that people don't get to relive twice in a life time; she was facing her mother's open legs and staring dead-on at the very place that brought her into existence. Her mind became choked with thoughts; she was sound enough to realize that her impending sin was nothing short of madness, but there was also a matter of her own private gratification. Just by watching the older woman's pussy open and wet, waiting to accept her lips, she felt a growing heat sizzle in her own nether regions. 

Julie inched closer. The pussy pulsated like a heart at the nearing shadow of her face. Soft curls of golden hair decorticated the top of the older woman's sex. Julie was now close enough to be captured by the fresh aroma that wafted towards her face. She pushed forward and rewarded her mother with a giant wet smooch between her legs, the kind that was almost too embarrassing for a girl to give her mother on the cheek. 

Debra's legs wriggled and her pelvis undulated as the young woman's face pressed tighter against the crotch. Julie wrapped her hands firmly around her mother's thighs; trying to somewhat stabilize her quivering hips. Of courses, in her head, she knew that quivers equaled pleasure, and whatever she was doing to her mother, she was doing it right. 

"Oh, Gawwd, baby..." 

Julie delightfully lapped the juices out of Debra. She slithered her tongue along her mother's engorged sex. Her lips disappeared inside the open flaps. Juices percolated, sweet and steamy, from the inside and it drooled like pure medicine into her mouth. The response from her mother came in incoherent babbles of joy and unrestrained shudders. It only intensified once she locked the woman's clit in her mouth; she bounced her tongue against it and felt it growing between her lips to the size of a small pebble. 

Debra trembled as she lost herself in pleasure. She tried as hard as she could to not lose complete grip of herself, so she began fondling her naked body with her hands. She grabbed the swell of her breasts and squeezed it hard between her fingers. 

"Oh yesss... just like that... lick my pussy," Debra pleaded. 

With a tongue rolling inside the dewy cleft of her mother, Julie felt desire grow in her own pussy yet again. 

"Okay, babe. Okay, baby," Debra whimpered with a voice that sounded new in Julie's ears. "Now you can push it in me... oh, Gawwd push it in me!" 

Julie sat up, with her naked ass resting on her heels, and licked the honey off her lips. At her crotch, a tremendous dildo looked both unyielding and cunning; its bulbous head pointed at her mother's moist opening. 

Debra lay prone on the mattress; her sunny hair was plastered to her cheeks. Hot sweat covered every portion of her body and made her skin shiny and silky smooth. 

Julie grabbed the cock by its base and slowly pushed its long neck into the tight depths of her mother. 

"Oh, yes. Ease it in to me, babe... there you go..." Again Julie heard the voice of a woman who didn't sound like her mother. It sounded more like the voice of a sex-starved lover; a voice of her sex-starved lover. 

Debra whimpered as the tip of the cock grazed against her stimulated clit. The blood boiled around her crotch and it rapidly coursed through her veins and into the rest of her body; reaching hot and tingly all the way to the flesh beneath the fingernails and the small digits of her feet. 

Julie's cerulean eyes widened as she followed the cock as it disappeared inside her mother; the dildo wedged in with exceptional ease thanks to Debra's wetness. 

Debra exhaled at the sight of her young daughter penetrating her. Her swollen pussy lips parted as the shaft pushed deeper inside. As Julie thrust forward, once again a limerick about a bunny hoped into her head; in her state of delirium all she could remember was: down the slope, and through the hole. 

"Oh, yes, Baybeee. Oh, yes, keep goin'..." Debra's eyes rolled in ecstasy. Her legs trembled insanely all the while. 

Julie rocked her pelvis, grabbing on to her mother's thighs for leverage, and just as she visualized earlier in Bailey's room; she was fucking her mother. At first, her rhythm was slow; she unhurriedly slid the dildo inside until it got swallowed and gone. Then she nudged backwards and the dildo slid out, gleaming with a fresh coat of cream. After a few slow in-and-outs her pace grew quicker and more rapid; as if she became enchanted by the fast drumming of her mother's heart.  

Debra screamed, giving full force to her desire. Her young daughter was pounding her with every little bit of youthful vigor in her body. She felt her pussy molding into every ridge and every bulge of the rubber cock. The walls of her pussy canal tightening, the muscles contracting. She bit her bottom lip hard, as the long shaft bounced its head against her g-spot; like a finger relentlessly tapping on a button. 

"You're about to cum, mommy?" Julie said. Her throat was dry. And just like her mother, she also recognized some unfamiliar new quality in her voice; it sounded lewd and smutty. She said once more: "You gonna cum, mommy? You gonna cum all over my cock?" Her pelvis bounced faster and harder. 

Debra cried as the thick rod drilled hard into her secrets. She raised her face and caught a glimpse of her daughter over her heaving breasts. The daughter she had once known had morphed into the sexual mistress she clandestinely had always desired her to be. When Julie raised her eyes to meet hers, it was all that Debra needed to drive her over the edge. She looked heatedly into the deep ocean eyes, and felt a tidal wave wash all over her body. 

Julie crashed on top of her mother; the dildo affixed to her waist was still jammed in its entire length inside the tight warmth of the older woman. Underneath her, Debra was shivering with her unremitting orgasm. 

The young law-student lay motionless with her head pillowed on her mother's breasts. She stared outside the far window at the cold silver of the moon. Her mother wrapped two loving hands around her and embraced her tightly. 

"Mom?" Julie's voice was small. 

Debra kissed the top her lover's head. "Yes, honey," she breathed back. Her voice sounded far away; almost unreachable. It was obvious to Julie that her mother was still floating on the cloud of her orgasm. 

"Will you do the same for me? You know... with the toy..." 

There was a moment of silence before Debra replied. "Honey, I dunno. I just think it's too big for you. I don't feel right about it. Not now at least." 

Julie pulled back a little from the comfort of the breasts and caught her mother's eyes with her own. "It's not too big for Bailey," she said with a hint of resentment. 

Debra smiled. She grabbed Julie by her shoulders and guided her head back to softness of her bosoms. 

"Believe me, sweetie, I'm going to do some good things to you." She once again kissed the warmth of Julie's head. "Just let me hold you like this for the next little while - you gave me one heckuva' an orgasm - and then, I promise you: I'm going to take good care of you." 

Then Julie's face relaxed and a private little smile appeared on her face. She pressed her face tighter to her mother's warmness, and planted a kiss on the cleft of the older woman's breasts. A leather harness was still glued to her body, and the rubber dildo attached to it was still nestled inside her mother's pussy as both of them took in the moment. 

***** 

"Did you know I spent countless nights dreaming of this moment?" 

Debra planted a soft kiss on Julie's tender labia, and the young law-student instantly gasped at the touch. 

"Really? You have?" Julie breathed in response. 

"Yes. I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable. I mean... I've been having these thoughts about you for a while now." 

"No, it doesn't make me feel uncomfortable at all. It makes me feel special." Julie rubbed her mother's hand. "I should have never stormed out on you like I did. It was so rude." 

"You weren't rude. In fact, I was the one who was completely out of line. You have no idea how I cursed myself after you left the room. But looking at where it got us now..." Debra's gaze dropped to her daughter's pussy. "I'm kinda' glad I did what I did." 

"Me too," Julie said. "Now start taking care of me like you promised!" She grabbed the top of her mother's head and pushed it gently against her throbbing sex. 

Debra nurtured on the essence of her daughter's youth. The constant flow of juices was like a fantasy in her mouth. 

Julie moaned without shame at the older woman's touch. Her cries rose into the ceiling and filled the room with a symphony of lust. She sensed her knees becoming weaker and her sex growing wetter with each stroke of her mother's tongue. 

Debra pulled away from Julie's warm box for just enough time to tell her how terrific she tasted. Her chin and lips gleamed from juices as she said it. 

Julie, whose orgasm was building up inside her like a shuddering volcano, hardly noticed her mother's flattery. She wriggled her pelvis towards her mother's face and motioned her to continue. 

Debra pulled the skin at the apex of her daughter's pussy and exposed the engorged clitoris. She gave the pink button one gentle lick with the tip of her tongue and then blew a warm puff of air over it, as if she was trying to ignite a small flame. 

Julie melted into the mattress. She tried to drive her hands to her clit - it was too grueling to have it not touched by that point - but her mother kindly pushed her hands away. 

"It's my time. Remember?" 

"Yes, Mom," Julie panted. Her consciousness was as fragile as the feeling in her knees. Her long raven hair was plastered to her cheeks and across her eyes, nose and lips. Her entire body was filmed with sweat. 

Debra inched closer to her young offspring's delicious cunt and captured the clit inside her mouth. She sucked hard on the hot nub, her nose resting over the skin of Julie's pubic bone, her left hand traveling north on Julie's body and catching a nipple between her thumb and index finger, twirling and twisting it into firmness. 

Julie's head tossed on the pillow, her small clenched fists beating on the mattress, the back of her heels scraping against the bottom of the bed. She was losing herself in ecstasy; allowing unrestrained madness to wash over her, even if just for a short period of time. 

Debra pushed her index finger inside her daughter's tight opening. It caught Julie by surprise and her muscles tensed up on reflex. Thankfully, the young pussy was well lubricated by the seeping juices of excitement, and the finger was welcomed with an easy access down the narrow passage of her pussy. 

"God!" Julie cried appropriately, as there was a definite feeling of experiencing something divine. She felt the pressure of sweet release thundering inside her body and pumping the hot blood inside her veins. She could smell and taste her own orgasm, which was a few ticking seconds from exploding out of her. 

The fingers, now two of them inside, were picking up a faster and more aggressive pace. They stretched the walls of the vagina, and soared inside as deep as they were allowed, triggering all the right buttons in the process. 

Julie's moans increased and increased until they reached an almost maniacal pitch, undoubtedly heard all throughout the lodge. And as her mother was dinning on her clit and fucking her into oblivion, Julie felt the uplifting sensation of orgasm envelope every inch of her body. The time stood still in the room like the air in her lungs. Her neck unglued from the pillow. Her tits pointed towards the barnboard ceiling. 

She let out a guttural cry; ferociously screaming her mother's name, as her young pussy clenched like a hot fist and there was a bursting feeling of alleviation, and Julie rode the greatest wave of her life. 

Debra snapped backwards as if she was trying to avoid being caught in the mouth of a fire. In front of her, young Julie, once more, trembled in ecstasy. 

"Julie?" 

No answer from Julie, just quivers. 

the winter coldness, which slipped out of the room sometime during the women's first kiss, snuck back inside just for a mere second and feathered it with its nightly chill. And then it was gone. Outside, the moon, looking like a half-eaten silver pie, shone over the mountains of Vermont with its familiar serenity and charm. 

Inside the room, on a queen size bed that was crawling with passion, an aged hand caressed a silky young thigh. 

"Julie?" 

"Yeah, Mom," Julie said in a small fragile voice. 

"I... this was... wow. This was intense." 

Julie breathed through the after-thrills of love. Her heart was slowly recovering to its normal pace. She blinked twice, as if she was awakening from an elongated dream, gradually returning to a state of a reality. 

"It was intense," she said back. A minute later she wouldn't even remember saying it. 

Debra crawled on the bed behind Julie, whose body was overwhelmed by an incredible torrent of sensations. 

The mother spooned her daughter from behind, wrapping her warm loving hands around the girl's slender waist. Their burning bodies pressed naked against each other like faithful lovers. 

The feeling of comfort and peace was so great that they were slowly drifting away. And Debra was very close to surrender to her sleep when she suddenly heard a tiny voice at her bedside. 

"Mommy?" 

"Yes, love." 

"I hope it's not the last time I get to sleep next to you." 

Debra squeezed her arms tighter around Julie. 

"As long as I'm your mother, you can sleep next to me anytime." 

And then sleep took over mother and child. 

Downstairs, young Bailey had fallen asleep naked on the couch. The television was still showing a stream of old films, before Krystal finally turned it off. She knew Bailey was on a mission of seduction that night. Bailey didn't come out and say it specifically, but once she was told that her cousin had caught them having sex and the secret was out, there was a mischievous glint in her eyes that Krystal instantly recognized. Of course, Krystal knew the night was a huge success; not only was her daughter successful by her evident nakedness and blissful sleep, but there were unmistakable sounds coming out of her older sister's room as well. 

Krystal went upstairs, picked up Bailey's blanket, and then came back down to cover her child. She planted a soft kiss at the top of her sleeping head. 

Somehow, this kid hit a homerun tonight, Krystal thought. 

Krystal, who had never felt hornier, really wanted Bailey to be awake at that moment. Her entire body was hankering for sex. But eventually she decided to give her carnal beast the night off. Tomorrow, though, was a brave new day. And Krystal joyfully went upstairs - it felt more like floated upstairs, to her - and got into her room with a large smile running off the sides of her face. She came to vacation with one amazingly special lover, and she was about to end it with two more. 

That thought alone almost made her orgasm. 

***** 

That night Julie had an exquisitely lucid dream. 

She was walking through a thick, snow-covered forest, alone and lost. It was very reminiscent of the wooded pathway which leads to the lodge, only with a subtle Grimm Brothers quality to it. She looked down and saw the white skin of her bare breasts, with both of her nipples pointing straight into the shadows of the forest. It wasn't just her breasts that were naked; she could also see her naked belly and naked legs, even her nether regions were exposed for all to see. She covered herself with her hands and looked around. Was anybody watching her? Were there any eyes lurking behind the trees, snow and shadows? Of course not, she was alone and she knew it. Her hands left her body and her body was left uncovered. But it felt fine, even nice. There was a thrilling aspect of walking naked outdoors, yet still be in complete control. So she started walking, trotting barefooted over tiny pebbles, twigs and frozen leaf; and while she could feel them stinging the bottom of her feet, there was no pain, as is often the case with dreams. Long and erect trees provided her with an endless shade, which never made the temperature feel cool, but just right. 

Where was she? She did not know. She cried Helloooo! And no voice answered. She was very alone, yet felt so fantastically free and exhilarated. And then she smiled. She walked and smiled in her private enchanted forest, like a princess in a fairytale. 

Suddenly, she saw a lake in the distance. The sun glistened beautifully above the surface of the water. 

Sun, there is the sun! She thought triumphantly. 

She ran towards it excited, her breasts joyfully bouncing with each step she took. Once she reached the edge of the lake, she realized that she was not alone anymore. Aunt Krystal, Cousin Bailey and her mother, they were there, in the lake. 

They were naked as well. 

The sisters were hugging and kissing passionately, the shallow water reached inches above their ankles. Young Bailey danced in circles around them, singing, laughing; her big breasts swaying like a pendulum from side to side. It was a beautiful sight; it reminded Julie of a painting of nymphs from the Greek mythology she had once seen. 




Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02



Then, before Julie's eyes could absorb the entire magnificent picture, the lake swallowed everything up and a new painting was magically drawn. 

Bailey and her mother sprawled on the shallow water, their bodies facing one another, their legs entwined; one crotch vigorously rubbing the other. The water rippled around their moving bodies, splashing over their skin and hair. 

Krystal was watching them from a short distance, masturbating. Her fingers, with nails dyed a fiery red, rubbed her clit in swift circular motions. Both of her nipples were overwhelmingly stiff, which was very noticeable under the sun's golden light. 

Julie swallowed hard. She watched them with hungry eyes and wonderful sensations claimed her body; the kinds that made her knees weaken. 

Bailey and her mother locked lips, their legs still tangled together. Krystal, with a right hand rubbing her pussy, finally acknowledged Julie was there. She stared at Julie in a way that no aunt has ever looked at her niece before. It made Julie feel like a prey being watched. 

"Are you wet down there?" Aunt Krystal asked. 

"Yes." 

"You know we're here all alone, don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"That means no one can hear us, bother us or know about us." 

"No one." 

Julie eyes dropped to the tiny pink knob peeking between her aunt's fingers; the swollen clit looked more lucid than anything. The smell of sex was now thick in the room. What room? 

"Wake up, Julie." 

She was so anxious and ready to be touched; the orgasms of the previous night were long forgotten, her crave for a new sexual endeavour grew tenfold. 

"Wake up, sugar." 

Julie opened her eyes, a little trembling. Krystal was in the room. She was sitting on a chair in front of Julie, completely naked, with one leg resting on the nightstand and the other on the bed; two of her fingers were rubbing against her slit.  

"Well good morning there, sugar. Your mom is in the shower, but I think she's just about done." 

Julie quickly turned to her right, her mother was absent. Steam and a mixture of sweet fragrances escaped from the shower. 

"You can go in as soon as she gets out." 

Finally, Julie became aware of the absurd situation; she was nude, and so was her aunt, who was casually masturbating in front of her, with nails on her fingers dyed a deep red, like a warning sign. She clutched the blanket tightly against her chest. No matter what had transpired the night before, she still couldn't hide the shock from her face. 

"I hope I'm not coming on too strong," Krystal said, as her fingers played between her legs. "But after hearing you last night... you know, with your mom and Bai... I thought: why waste time? We are officially snowed-in for today, and by-god we can make the best of it." 

Julie sensed wetness in her own nether regions; a memento from her powerful dream. 

"I dreamt about you," she said in a low voice. 

Krystal smiled. "And I about you." 

"Things... they're going to be different from now on, I guess. Don't they?" 

"Well," Krystal laughed, her large breasts trembled as she did it, "they certainly won't be the same. But they don't have to be too different. See it as... an extra layer of flavor in the family relationship." She moved her fingers from her pussy to her mouth and smeared the juices on her lips. "And it's a good flavor, sugar. Real good." 

Julie's hold on her blanket loosened. Her dreams were still fresh in her head, her heart still pumped fiercely from the orgasms of the night before. She was very wet and very willing to accept her new reality. Debra stepped out of the adjoined shower-room, a towel wrapped around her body. Julie jumped out of bed, grabbed her mother by the back of her head, pulled her closely and planted a big good-morning kiss on her lips. 

"I'll be out of the shower in ten minutes," she said and winked. 

"Well hop on to it, sweet cheeks," It was Bailey's voice. She was standing at the doorway wearing that oversized high school jersey, but nothing more. In her left hand she held a red suitcase. The bag of tricks, Julie thought. "Come on, Jules. We won't wait for you the all fuckin' day." 

"Hey, language!" 

"Sorry, Mom." 

Fifteen minutes later, Julie stepped out of the shower and the sight she saw on her mother's bed was one so depraved that for a moment she was sure the nice little cabin in Stowe would self implode; it would crumble to dust and ashes for it had became a house of sin. And what glorious sin it was. 

There were two sisters having sex with each other; one of them, a gorgeous blonde, who works at real-estate Mondays till Fridays, was wearing a strap-on and wildly fucking the other sister, a feral dark haired woman, who ran a sleepy Long-Island bookstore. And above the bookstore owner's face was the body of a beautiful and vivacious young angel; that body belonged to her daughter. 

Julie watched in awe as the daughter dragged her crotch across her mother's loving tongue, and though she had crossed the same line with her own mother, it was still a very overwhelming image. 

The blonde's hands reached forward, grabbing her niece's large breasts, squeezing them between her fingers. 

"They're amazing, aren't they?" Julie asked her mother. 

"They sure are," Debra answered without ever taking her eyes off the fleshy swell that she had captured. 

Bailey turned her head to Julie, her eyes a little glazed. "Come. Join us," she said and shuddered, as her mother's tongue danced inside her pussy. 

Julie climbed on the queen sized bed, and for the following hour and a half, she, and her closest of kin, engaged in the most extravagant act of sexual foursome. 

"Open your legs for me, sugar! Let me taste my sweet little niece," her aunt growled at her at one point, while her mother, to her right, was riding a thick purple cock, strapped to her cousin's waist. 

Julie never really watched porn. She stumbled upon it a few times - hard not to on the internet - and there was the one time when Audra showed her a video on her laptop of a big breasted blonde girl doing the mail-man, and that's only because the blonde girl looked so much like Diana Bradley, the girl they hated from school. But if she had to guess, she would venture that no porn film could ever depict the debauchery, passion, thrill, and sexual ecstasy that she shared with her family on that day. 

"Oh my Gwaaad, Kryst - you're... Oh..." Julie collapsed on her back, her aunt's head buried between her thighs. She finally understood Bailey; the way she spoke of sex with her mother as this unimaginable pleasure ride. Krystal was working her tongue in a skilled, magical way. It was better than she had it with Bailey, and better than her mother. When her first orgasm came, it was so powerful she could feel it build in the core of her body and then explode like a super nova, weakening her every limb. 

They were constantly swapping partners: mothers with daughters, sister with sister, cousin with cousin, aunts and nieces. Every mouth tasted every lip, every breast caressed by every hand. By the time they finished they could tell each other apart purely by taste. 

"I want the strap-on too! I can take it!" Julie said with scintillating eyes, determination settled on her face. 

"Why, of course you can, and you will," Krystal giggled. "Who said otherwise?" 

"My mom..." 

"Debra?" 

Debra was on the floor with Bailey, where they spread a thick blanket on the hardwood. They were giving each other the same scissoring action that Julie remembered from her dream. 

"All I said was... ah..." Debra's word cut off, as young Bailey franticly thrust her hips and pounded on her crotch with all of her youthful vigor."I said she was too... eh-phfff... Oh yeah..." 

"You see?" Krystal said, laughing. "She's cool with it." 

It was the leather harness strap-on with the blushing pink dildo, the one which Julie had seen her aunt use on her daughter the first night on the lodge. The one she had used on her own mother as well. Once the toy was fixed on her aunt, Julie felt that hollow void throbbing between her legs once more. 

"On your hands an' knees, like a puppy," Krystal ordered, and lightly tapped Julie on her butt cheeks. 

Julie complied without a trace of hesitation. Like a puppy, she thought, while presetting her flawless ass to her aunt in the most inviting manner. If any of her former boyfriends would have said that to her, she would either laugh hysterically or kick them in the sack. But when her aunt asked her to do it, she couldn't disregard the excitement rushing through her spine; it was a genuine thrill. 

Krystal grabbed the head of the cock and rubbed it lightly across Julie's slit. She teased the engorged clit and watched the young law student jerk and pant with restless anticipation. 

Then Krystal, holding Julie tightly by her waist, thrust forward and Julie moaned so loudly she could hear the birds flitting from the roof of the cabin. Krystal pulled away, and before Julie had a chance to catch her breath, Krystal pushed forward again. 

Debra and Bailey rose to their feet, their eyes fixed upon the women on the bed. They slowly paced around the two, mesmerized by what's happening before them, feeling as if someone put life into a fantasy they once had. 

Krystal, her dark hair matted with sweat, rocked her pelvis back and forth, driving the dildo in and out of Julie. The sound of her hips smacking against her niece's buttocks was overpowered only by the unrestrained cries of pleasure that escaped from Julie. And those cries - those husky, guttural, cries, a little out of place coming from this young angel - served as fuel for Krystal's ever-growing sexual enthusiasm. 

"Take it, Babe! Take it like a big girl!" 

Julie clawed at the bedspread, her body collapsed on the mattress and it was sinking into it. She was unable to register so much pleasure, unable to keep up with her aunt's maddening pace. The cock drilled inside her quicker and quicker, until it was moving as fast as her racing heart. Every time it pushed in, it massaged every nerve, every tissue and every zone that tingled with sensations. And every time it pulled out, those nerves, and tissues and tingling areas cried for it to return. Julie cried for it. 

"Are you enjoying it, Love?" Her mother's voice, heard from somewhere in space. Then, her mother's kiss falling somewhere on her lips. 

"Her nipples are stiff as hell!" That was Bailey's voice, also from somewhere. All the voices came from somewhere. At that moment, nothing was tangible for Julie, nothing. Well, except for her imminent orgasm - that was very real. 

More kisses fell on her lips, others on her neck and shoulders. From behind her came another good thrust, and another one, and another one. A small hand pulled on her left nipple, twirling it, massaging its stiffness. A mouth enveloped around her right nipple, sucking it. Hands and lips and shadows of her lovers, many of them, surrounded her until they became one; like some mythical being, with its six hands caressing her every inch, and its three mouths nourishing on every pore of her body. Eventually, the warm hand of pleasure griped tightly around her and she was swept by the powerful waves of climax. 

Krystal dropped backwards and landed on her ass. The shaft attached to her crotch, streaked with fluids, had been propelled out of Julie in the throes of her orgasm. 

Finally, all three of them beckoned to the sight of the young woman, who was trembling at the corner of the bed as an unremitting stream of orgasms attacked her one after the other. Julie pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart pumping vigorously under her palm; she was sure it would never return to beat at its normal pace. Her other hand fell between her legs, pressing against her crotch, rubbing on her still-throbbing clit. Warm juices seeped between her fingers and ran along the curves of her thighs, stopping on the bed sheet, where a dark pool had formed. 

"Julie," Debra said; her voice as tiny as a whisper. "Honey, are you okay?" 

With her eyes closed, Julie slowly raised her hand and Debra grabbed it with her own. 

"I'm fine, mommy," she giggled and kissed her mother's fingers."Never been better." 

***** 

As the day wore on, the snow fell harder. Stowe had become a ghost town; its streets, save from a few brave troopers, were utterly deserted. It wasn't anyone's idea of a great holiday, especially for those far-traveled vacationers who were missing an entire day of schussing down the slopes. But they all found different ways to cope with their compulsory confinement. On one lodge, a mile away from our Quartet, a family of six were sitting by a fireplace and playing scrabble. Another lodge, a bigger one that was made for large parties, hosted a group of thirty-three people, all over the age of sixty. There was a karaoke, and bingo and liquor, lots of liquor. There was even a marriage proposal on a tiny cabin, which resided at the foot of Mount Mansfield. 

Every house on Stowe kept itself busy in a variety of ways; ways that you could write about on one of those fluff newspaper articles under headlines such as: "What Were You Doing during the Big Storm?" 

But there was one house you couldn't write about, one house and one family whose story would be considered too obscene for any newspaper. It was the story of a young woman who, in the span of one day, had completely changed her outlook on life. It was a day where the final bits of morality quickly disappeared like green under the snow. A day where four women, all with the same blood rushing through their veins, had succumbed to the powerful will of the carnal beast that resides within them. 

Long after Julie had her unforgettable orgasm, everyone still had sex on their minds. And so, the sex never stopped. They went like this for hours; once in a while stopping to eat, drink and refuel, but then commencing with their sexual deeds. 

By midday, when the sun was barely peeking behind silver clouds, the four women had curled up next to the living room's fireplace with a giant warm blanket covering their naked bodies. For a long stretch of time, the small fire was the only one making conversation in the room, while Julie and her family sat in utter stillness and watched the white tongues of flames rise high inside the dark chamber. 

Bailey was first to break the silence. "I never had so much sex in one day." 

"You and me both, kiddo," Krystal added. 

"I never had so much sex in a lifetime," Julie said, which made all of them giggle. 

Debra squirmed a little under the blanket."I feel a little embarrassed even saying this," she said in low voice. "But -" 

"You're still feeling horny," Krystal interjected. 

Debra flushed."What? Wait... how d'you..." 

"Oh, come on, Debra." Krystal lightly squeezed her sister's bare knee. "I know you better than anyone. I can feel it on your skin; you're still hungry for more, and as a matter of fact, me too." 

"Jesus, I'm halfway passed out over here and you two are ready for round 12," Julie said astonished. "And I'm the younger one! If anything, I should be twice as vigorous." 

"I'm more worn out than all of you and I'm the youngest!" Bailey said. Then she had something of an epiphany and added, "Hey, maybe this shit works in reverse!" 

Krystal rose to her feet. "It doesn't work in reverse," she said, standing naked in front of the mantle, while the other girls followed her with their eyes. "Having hours of really-really amazing sex takes its toll on you, that's true for all of us. The only big difference is that you, Jules, and even you, Bai, were experiencing a quick shift from sexual innocence to a sexual crescendo. It's quite big, quite overpowering; even for me." 

Julie nodded. She listened to what her aunt had said, but mostly she was just staring at her. It felt strange to experience such a quick surge of sexual awakening, but there it was: Julie, simply by looking at Krystal's nude, pleasure-giving body, was once again hankering for more. She placed a hand between her legs, squeezing it tightly against the growing heat, and when her eyes locked with Krystal's, her body involuntarily shook. 

"I feel like your apatite has returned to you, sugar," Krystal told Julie, and gave a soft, red-lipped smile, that was fraught with hidden intentions. 

Julie threw the heavy blanket behind her and stood. All eyes in the room were on her as she slowly walked towards the unclad Krystal. 

"You know, you were so good to me earlier," Julie breathed in Krystal's ear, whilst her hand quietly slithered between her aunt's legs, "that I thought maybe I should reciprocate." 

Krystal bit her bottom lip as she felt her young niece's fingers twirling inside of her. It only took a few seconds before the dark-haired woman reached an orgasm, coating the loving fingers inside of her with bright female secretion. When Julie tried to pull out, Krystal grabbed her by the wrist, and guided her wet fingers an inch further between her legs, towards that tight hole between her buttocks. 

"Put your finger inside," Krystal whispered in her ear. 

Debra was glued to the floor as she watched her daughter and sister. The amazing sight presented before her was driving her pussy insane. The way those two beautiful naked bodies were so gracefully complemented by the golden light coming from the fireplace was like a picture that her eyes wanted to swallow whole. 

Bailey was up on her feet. She knew her mother was going to ask her to bring it any second now. 

Cautiously Julie inserted her finger inside of Krystal's other opening, and she found it much more tight inside. 

"Oh, yes..." 

Krystal's body shivered in what felt like a million hot needles poking her skin. Her nipples instantly hardened as the finger pushed itself further inside her ass. Her carnal beast was now fully awakened and it was ready to devour. She grabbed Julie by the back of her head and planted a passionate open mouth kiss on her lips. 

Debra took a deep, powerful breath, and her lungs filled with the room's air, sounds and odors. All her life she had dreamt of unfathomable pleasures, ones that even her own mind could not conjure up. Yet on that day, at that moment, nothing was unimaginable, no fantasy was behind reach; all she had to do was raise her hand and seize it. And without noticing she had grabbed her entire left breast with her hand and she squeezed it long and hard, until her nipple turned raw and her pussy grew wet. 

"Bweally," Krystal called for her daughter mid-kiss. "I need you to go upstairs, honey, and bring me -" 

"The lube. The King. I know." Bailey said with a smile as she went upstairs. 

She knows me so well, Krystal thought, as she watched her daughter's adorable young naked ass ascend to the second landing and disappear into the hallways. 

Julie, her finger still wedged tightly inside her aunt, cocked an eyebrow at Krystal. "The lube? The king?" 

Krystal softly put her hand on Julie's cheek and smiled. She looked straight into those ocean blue eyes with an expression that read: soon you will know. 

***** 

For a tiny moment, Julie allowed herself to look outside the window, where the outer world was waiting. The snow had finally ceased and according to the TV newsman the roads will be cleared for travel come morning. Tomorrow, Julie realized, she will drive home, back to her school, back to her friends, back to her life. But it won't be her old life, not anymore. As Krystal herself had put it best: It's life with an added flavor. The good kind. And Julie knew there was so much to look forward to, so much ahead. 

And when she did look ahead, she saw her mother, Debra, lying on top of the coffee-table with legs spread wide apart; and between those legs was Cousin Bailey, with yet another store-bought strap-on fixed to her narrow waist. Debra was running her fingers through Bailey's long hazel colored hair, while the two were exchanging a long and uninterrupted kiss. All the while, Bailey's pelvis rocked up and down, as a silver-colored sex toy pushed deeper and faster inside of the older woman, whose entire body shook with absolute pleasure. 




Hidden In the Snow Ch. 02



Next to them was Krystal. She stood with her back turned to Julie, her body slightly bent forward as she crouched over the sofa's arm rest. She was waiting for Julie, waiting for her and for the massive black dildo that they had strapped to her waist - The Black King. 

At first, Julie was a bit taken aback. Anal? She thought. Sure, Krystal seemed to enjoy the finger up there - which is quite unusual in itself - but this... this monstrosity they had strapped on me, it is something completely different. 

One thing she had learned about her family during the vacation is that they are highly sexual and adventuress individuals, which is also the same truth she had learned about herself. 

Anal? She thought again. This time there was a tiny smile forming on her lips, as her small hands wrapped around the thick phallic rubber that was attached to the thong-like harness she wore. Sure, Aunt Krystal. I'll do this one for you. And for me. 

Julie started by rubbing the toy's head across her aunt's tight opening; she thought it would provide a nice little tease like her aunt had done to her earlier, while also allowing her to test how the muscles there react. However, she was quite surprised when the bulbous head had slipped inside Krystal's ass almost instantly and with ease. 

"Sorry, is this okay?" Julie said, startled. 

"It's okay, sugar." Krystal said calmly. "The toy's all lubed up, I'm all lubed up. Just go for it." She paused and then added: "Start off easy, but then... then you can go hard. Don't be afraid to go hard, sweetie." 

Julie looked down at the cock-shaped toy that was slowly disappearing inside of Krystal's round ass, and she realized - now more than ever - that we live in a world of infinite pleasures; some pleasures you could relate with and some you couldn't. 

This is one of Krystal's pleasures. 

Gently, Julie grabbed Krystal by her pelvis and pushed the dildo further and deeper inside. The older woman moaned heavily as her knees slowly buckled, yet she kept herself steady by holding on to the sofa's arm rest. 

In the background, the youngest and oldest of the four were tearing the room apart with their unruliness passion. Cries of thrill leaped from Debra's lungs and filled the room. Julie's face was a mixture of astonishment and jealousy as she watched her eighteen-year-old cousin, forcefully and eagerly, fucking her mother. 

Debra's breasts heaved up and down, her body flushed with different shades of red. "Don't ever stop," she barely managed, while Bailey pushed the cock inside of her with yet another relentless thrust. 

Don't be afraid to go hard, sweetie. 

That was the point where Julie's initial concern gave way to her lust. Gradually she began to quicken her pace, and each growing second the black dildo moved more smoothly and more hastily. When she thrust forward, she was greeted with a hard moan, and when she pushed backward - a soft sigh. It was a simple exchange; the kind that was shared by many lovers, in many bedrooms throughout the world. 

"You really seem to enjoy this," Julie said, gushing with newfound excitement. Her words followed by a harder thrust, which was followed by louder moan. 

Krystal, clawing at the sofa's fabric with one hand and feverishly rubbing her clit with the other, tried to speak but could not muster the strength to do so. 

Julie grinned. "It's okay, don't speak," her words cut by the harsh sound of her pelvis smacking against her aunt's buttocks. "I can see you're lovin' it." 

And as her mother reached her tumultuous orgasm, Julie reached her own type of orgasm; the type of orgasm you achieve when you're in complete control of a body other than your own. And it was very obvious to Julie that Krystal's body was under her control. She remembered the first time she witnessed Bailey and Krystal having sex; how lewd it had seemed to her at the time, how raw and animalistic the sex had been. Now, she relished in the lewdness of the act; it was an experience that felt both liberating and electrifying. Even her nipples had stiffened into bullets and her pussy began to leak from the pure excitement. 

The Black King was now traveling in and out of Krystal's ass with lightening quickness. The older woman grunted and moaned in a deep, harsh voice that erupted from inside of her belly. Finally, Krystal could not maintain her composure; her knees betrayed her and she collapsed on the floor. Julie, with the dildo still lodged inside her aunt, fell along with her. 

Debra and Bailey, both of them still pressed up against each other, still heavily breathing and sweating, watched Krystal and Julie from aside. For the most part during the vacation, Krystal felt like the conductor of what was to become a four-piece sexual orchestra; yet on that moment, everyone in the room knew Julie was in charge. While on the floor, she continued to rock her hips and constantly pushed that big Black King in and out of Krystal's quivering ass, driving the bookshop owner to the thin edges of paradise. 

Bailey easily recognized the blissful expression on her mother's face; the gaping mouth, the flared nostrils, the eyes that rolled back to a foggy white, like the color of skies before the rainbow. 

Eventually Krystal's orgasm came like a force of nature; she shuddered and spasmed all over the black rod that still wonderfully tormented her from the inside. 

The girls, all three of them, gathered around Krystal; even Julie, who finally freed her aunt from the pleasures of the King. They watched the woman, whose hunger for sex has driven the entire family down a one-way road blistering with lust, as she slowly faded away in the throes of orgasm. They all fell over her sweating body, becoming one giant pile of wet skin, flesh and limbs. 

When the first few stars - no more the four - appeared in the night sky, the girls were still bunched together on the floor. 

***** 

When the morning came, the party of four had left the lodge in haste. Nobody really wanted to say goodbye, especially after the experiences of the day before, but there was city traffic and airport scheduling to take into consideration. 

Once again, Julie spent the car ride looking at fellow vacationers as they headed back home as well. What stories will they have to tell? She wondered. What experiences and memories were crafted on their trip? 

A little smile played on her face because she knew no one, not a single person in any of those cars, will be able to top her story. Not a single one of them could fathom the experiences she had and the memories that she will cherish. 

As she looked ahead she saw Krystal's reflection on the driver's rearview mirror, as her aunt took her eyes off the road for a mere second, just in time to give her a smile and a wink. Her mother, sitting at the passenger's seat smiled at her as well and blew a small kiss in the air. 

Bailey sat next to Julie and she was asleep. She fell asleep with her fingers interlocked with Julie's, and that was the memory Julie will remember the most. She came to the trip loving her family, but left it in-love with them. 

She returned home a new person, and she knew that whatever she experienced, whatever she felt, that was not the end, but merely the beginning of her adventure. 

Outside the window she saw the white-silvery snow melting from the tree crowns. Quickly, everything around her turned to green. 

***** 

Thank you all for reading this through. Hope you enjoyed the trip as well. 

Comments and suggestions of any kind are always welcomed!