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Snowed In Ch. 01

By: Nicole32



A few words of introduction . . . 

My heartfelt thanks to all of you who responded so warmly to “Spying.” Naturally I like to get votes as much as the next writer, but I especially enjoyed reading your comments -- they were the true reward for my efforts.

And hey -- those of you who sent me pics? All I can say is you made my day. I always hoped that my writing could “inspire,” but it was extra nice to see the actual photograph evidence! (BTW, if that really is you, “FrankO,” your wife is a lucky woman. If not, thanks for sending the pic anyway -- yum.)

Thanks also to my fellow writers on this forum, who offered great feedback and suggested further reading for me. Hugs and kisses.

Some readers wanted to know why “Spying” was so long. Since this story will end up being three or four times longer I figure I better answer this.

My stories are my own fantasies -- the loose thoughts I play out lovingly in my mind in quiet moments. They are composed not only of sexual acts, but of what led to those acts, which makes them hotter for me. So I tend to tell them my way, which means I tell them slowly. My story is about sex -- there’s sex all over it -- but it’s also about anticipation, expectation, seduction, gratification . . . a whole lotta “-tion’s” that make the characters more real and, I hope, the sex scenes more rewarding and imaginative. 

So what can I say? I let my imagination go (at the same pace as my fingers), then I write it down. And if it takes many pages to tell you about it, so be it. You can always skip around for the gritty details, of course . . . Readers like me who like a bit of story woven in with their sex, read on. 

So this will be Part One, more to follow as I finish it. Personally, I’ve always found it’s easier to accept something of greater-than-average length if I calm down and take it slowly, one inch at a time . . . 

--Nicole32

Snowed In -- Part One

December Twenty-third

Neal Ford parked his car around the back of the house, between the porch and the old barn. He got out quietly, slowly, looking away west across the field to where the sun was just beginning to descend behind the thick veil of clouds, turning them pink and blue and an eerie green. The west side of the property was the most open; the woods receded here, allowing the chilly wind to whip down over the house, and whistle through the cracks and crevices of the barn. He liked to stand here -- it was a good spot to think. He had plenty to think about. 

It was, he decided, a total shambles. He might as well give up on it all. There was no way he was ever going to satisfy Sherry, and no way he would ever be satisfied with her alone. The past three months had spoiled him. Melanie had spoiled him. She was too young, yes. Too impetuous, too sensitive. Not realistic in her outlook at all. She said things that shocked him, they were so immature. He couldn’t remember ever being so naive about the world, and was sure that Sherry had never been that impulsive or reckless. Sherry was always eminently sensible. It was one of the reasons he loved her. It was also one of the reasons he was so very tired of her. 

If Melanie was nothing else, she was new. A change, a departure. A different flavor of ice cream. 

He was walking out into the field before he knew it, neglecting the ghostly sunset to focus on his steps. There was no way, he thought, that he could stay with her -- especially not if she demanded he earn back every bit of her trust or respect. Yes, he’d gone off the rails and had an affair -- some women would get a clue from that, and try harder to please their husbands. 

There was no need for them to stay together. The kids, Sherry always said. What kids? Neal wanted to know. Josh was eighteen now -- not the sharpest tack in the drawer, but with any luck he’d pass his exams and graduate. And Vanessa? Vanessa was a wife and mother. Well, okay -- she and Brad Carlson weren’t officially married. And her being pregnant at nineteen was an accident, and the only reason for her unofficial marriage to Brad, or whatever they considered it. The point was, she was growing up -- she was a woman, not a kid. He’d always do what he could for her, sure -- but it wasn’t like what he said or did made a whole lot of difference to Vanessa. Neal shook his head, thinking about her. Nessa might as well have been from another planet, she was so hard for him to understand.

And then there was the house, and all the work it needed. The gigantic eyesore of the barn. Tons of work at the office, troubles with Sherry’s car . . . oh God, it was all so overwhelming.

At some point Neal had stopped walking; he was now standing in the middle of the field, the icy December wind whipping around him. Cold, he thought, for Florida weather. He stood for a minute or two with his hands in his pockets, then turned slowly to begin the trudge back to the house. 

May as well go in. Why prolong the inevitable? It was going to be hell, the whole week. In this mess of a house, with his mess of a family, he now had to endure the most home-centered and familial of rituals: the Christmas holiday. At worst it would be a disaster: a week of arguments and swearing, raised voices, flushed faces. At best it would be totally artificial. They’d all pretend they were still some sort of unit. He wasn’t sure he could do that.

He had made the wrong choice, staying with her, trying to make it work. He knew that now. Maybe Melanie wasn’t the right choice, but Sherry was definitely the wrong one. Leaving her for good would be a terrible wrench -- at the very least, he’d be losing a home, and alienating his family. But then, he didn’t really have enough of either to make staying worthwhile.

I won’t kiss her, he thought as he neared the back porch. I’ve been kissing her for twenty years when I come in the door -- I won’t do it tonight. Maybe she’ll see the significance of that. Maybe she’ll understand it’s over.

***

“Ah! . . . Unngggh, yeah . . . ah, God, I’m gettin’ close! . . . I’m gettin’ close --”

“Mmmmm . . . ”

“Yeah, I’m close, baby . . . ah! . . . ah shit, you gonna keep it in your mouth this time?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Oh fuck! . . . fuck fuck fuck . . . almost there . . . ah shit, you ready for it?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You ready?”

“Mmm-hmm --”

“Aw fuck I’m there! -- Ah! -- Ah shit! -- Ah shit shit shit!”

“Mmmmm . . . ”

“Unngh! -- Unngh! Oh damn! -- ooohhh damn . . . ”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm . . . ”

“Oh . . . oh damn. Damn.”

“Mmm -- he shoots, he scores!”

“Oh, hell yes!”

“Like that?”

“Hell yes.”

“Gotta smoke for me?”

“Ohhh . . . no.”

“No? What’s that then?”

“Back off, it’s my last one.”

“Josh! I just sucked your dick for you, jerk-off!”

“So?”

“So!”

“I thought you did that cause you wanted to.”

“Fucker!”

“Here, I’ll share it.”

“Shove it up your ass.”

Joshua Ford shrugged and took a long pull on the cigarette. The girl changed her mind, snatching it from him. Now the old Charger was full of smoke; he let the window down slightly to clear the air. She exhaled a stream of smoke and glared at him.

“You are some kind of bastard, you know that?” she snapped. “You’ll share it with me. How’d you like it if I shared my pussy around?”

“How do I know you don’t?”

“Well, maybe I should start if you think that!”

He sighed and shook his head. This was getting old fast.

“Where’re we going?” he said, pushing his wet cock back into his pants.

“Take me home.”

“What the hell for?”

“Just go!”

He cranked the car and swerved out of the parking lot, tires screeching. On the drive back, all was silent between them. When he pulled into her neighborhood, she asked:

“Are you coming over Christmas?”

“No, I can’t,” he said. “Mom wants me home.”

“Christmas Eve?”

“I don’t know. Doubt it.”

“Have you even asked?”

“Yes, I have,” he lied.

“Well, can I come over there then?”

“I don’t think so -- it’s Mom. She wants it to just be family or something -- I don’t know . . . ”

Actually he had mentioned nothing about her to either of his parents. Christmas was going to be enough of an ordeal without having to worry about her, or playing meet-the-parents. 

She sighed in frustration and stared out the window.

“So am I gonna see you at all over the holiday or what? I mean, what’s the fucking deal?”

“I don’t know, Jeanie! Look, I’ll find out something and call you. I promise.”

“You can come over here, you know.”

Josh shook his head. “Nah. Your mom hates me.”

Either this was true or she didn’t feel inclined to argue the point. She was silent, though not so brooding, until he pulled up in front of her house.

“You’ll call me?” she asked.

“I’ll call you.”

“You promise.”

“Yes, I promise.”

“Okay.”

She leaned toward him to give him a kiss. At the last moment he turned his head, and they kissed cheeks awkwardly, like Frenchmen in a movie. She drew back, her eyes flashing.

“So now you can’t even kiss me?” she spat.

“Your mouth was just full of cum!” he replied.

For several seconds she stared at him in disbelief. Then she snatched up her bag from the floor of the car and was out, slamming the door behind her.

“Hey, don’t slam the --”

“Fuck you!!”

Josh watched her storm away up the walkway, pulling her panties out of her crack as she went. When the front door slammed, he put the car in gear and pulled away. 

Oh well, he thought. No more Jeanie.

***

“Ow, dammit!”

Jasper jumped and whined at her from his corner as Sherry Ford popped her thumb into her mouth and sucked it. That made four times she’d poked herself with the needle -- maybe making popcorn chains wasn’t such a great idea after all. 

Well, to hell with it, she thought, letting her shoulders slump. What in God’s name was she thinking anyway -- trying to manufacture an actual living, breathing Christmas out of a house full of doom. She’d put the wreaths up the first week of the month, by herself; that same day she and Neal had a ferocious fight about her having to do it by herself. She had erected a sort of tree, an old fake one she found in the attic (by myself, she thought). Later they had a knock-down-drag-out about not getting a real tree together, like they used to -- Neal had told her, laughing, that the fake tree looked “a porcupine on steroids.” It was she who insisted they put up the lights outside along the trim, even though their house was far out on the edge of town, and probably no one but stray dogs and meandering cows would see them. That job she had refused to do by herself, and when Neal shocked the shit out of himself at the fuse box and she laughed -- well, that hadn’t produced a happy holiday mood either.

She had bought gifts, she thought, reaching for a cigarette. Yes, and she shopped for those alone as well, though Vanessa had gone along once. At the time, her daughter’s sniggering suggestion that they get a blow-up doll for Neal was not appreciated by Sherry; now it did seem kind of funny. 

That was the thing -- if Vanessa was in here with her, working alongside her like she promised, then she might not feel so bad. For all her wildness and unpredictability, Vanessa had a sense of humor and joie de vivre that could enliven any situation. Sherry glanced over at the single half-completed popcorn chain her daughter was supposed to be doing. Now where the hell was she anyway? Sherry had a suspicion.

She stubbed out the cigarette and made her way into the den. Yes, as she thought. Vanessa was in front of the tall mirror, admiring herself again.

“Oh not again, Vanessa,” she said. “I need help in here, you know.”

“I know,” her daughter said, never removing her eyes from the mirror. “I haven’t abandoned you.”

She was standing in profile before the old mahogany floor mirror, turning this way and that to study her changing shape. It was unreal, watching her. In her shorts and tanktop, her shiny hair still retaining some of its baby blonde, she still looked very much the little girl -- by rights she should be devouring the tree with gleaming eyes, and trying to guess the contents of her gifts. But there she was, her belly swelling with a child of her own. No longer an innocent.

Brad Carlson, she thought, her lips tightening. Brad. She had always hated Brad’s. The stuck up, spoiled brat punks in the movies, the ones who always mistreat the girls until the heroes arrive -- it seemed like they were always named Brad. And this Brad wasn’t even spoiled, or stuck up, or particularly good-looking. Brad Carlson was the son of the man who owned the gas station up the road. He wasn’t good enough to change Vanessa’s tires, much less father her child. 

She would never admit it aloud, but the two of them made the most appalling couple Sherry had ever seen. As pretty and clever and infectious as her daughter was, Vanessa plus Brad equaled an ugly combination. Yes, her daughter was given to tattoos and piercings, and dying her hair the most shocking colors imaginable, and wearing clothes that would make a hooker blush. But despite all of that strangeness, Vanessa’s own beauty shown through. While Brad -- tall, skinny, gangly even, pimply, with spiky yellow hair and a face like a dog -- Brad Carlson was so far beneath her it was scary. For him to worship her from afar, okay. But to marry her? Definitely not. 

Hell, they weren’t even married yet! They’d been just living together, just playing house in a low rent mobile home near the gas station. Brad hadn’t even stayed in town for the holidays -- he’d gone with his parents to visit relatives up north. Her beautiful daughter, who could be or do anything she wanted, paired with some pimply, gangly creep who couldn’t even stay with his pregnant girlfriend at Christmas -- oh, the mind boggled.

Well, she thought bitterly, at least I don’t have to feed him.

“Mom,” said Vanessa, interrupting her thoughts, “what did you look like when you were pregnant?”

“Oh God,” said Sherry, “I’m not sure. That’s ancient history now.”

“Oh bullshit. You have to remember. Did you look like me?”

She pulled up the hem of the tanktop as she asked, securing it beneath her breasts. Sherry laughed softly and studied her daughter’s long tanned legs, her narrow hips, the smooth, gentle outward curve of her belly. The soft glow of the hair around her forehead. 

She smiled in spite of herself.

“I think you look prettier.”

Vanessa smiled delightedly. “Really?”

“Really, you’re looking . . . very beautiful. You have a glow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh . . . ” Sherry moved behind her daughter, looking into the mirror with her. “Just an extra healthiness, I guess. Your cheeks fill out, your eyes brighten. You’re really starting to show now, you know that?”

“I know.”

Her daughter ran her palm slowly along the slope of her belly. The motion looked so pleasing, so enlivening to the touch, that Sherry had to try it herself. Standing close behind her, she ran her own hand over the warm, glassy skin -- she watched her hand in the mirror. Vanessa only smiled, dreamily. 

In truth, she did look a lot like Sherry had when she was young. It was a surreal moment: standing before the mirror, stroking a young, pregnant belly, studying a face that might have been a younger version of her own. 

“I’m gonna get bigger, aren’t I?” said Vanessa.

“Yes, you are.”

“I seem huge as it is!”

“No, it looks good on you, hon. You were too skinny before.”

“It’s funny, I don’t mind it. I useta spend hours at the gym trying to keep a flat tummy -- now I’ve got a fucking beer belly and I don’t even care!”

She laughed at herself. Sherry, on automatic pilot, told her not to use the “F word.” 

“Oh Mom -- what’s the point?” her daughter replied.

The remark startled her out of her reverie. She stepped away, mechanically straightening the Christmas knick-knacks on the mantle. 

What indeed was the point? Her daughter not only said “fuck” on a regular basis -- her daughter had been fucked! She wouldn’t tell Sherry how many times, or with how many different guys, or how young she was when she started. The whole prospect made her head swim. What’s the point was right -- what did she think she was protecting anymore?

“Do I still look sexy, you think?” was Vanessa’s next question.

Sherry rolled her eyes, planted Baby Jesus firmly in his manger.

“Yes, you still look ‘sexy,’ Vanessa. Honestly, who have you got to look so sexy for?”

“Oh come on, really! Do I look sexy? I don’t want to be one of those porker mamas -- I wanna be slim and trim and sleek, but still kinda voluptuous. Were you like that when you were preggers?”

“Oh Vanessa, I don’t know. I didn’t think about it, it was a different world.”

“Oh, boo hoo, life is horrible, woe is me, everything sucks!”

Baby Jesus was staying put, but now Joseph kept slumping over to one side, against Mary. He looked like he was sneaking a peek down her shirt. 

Typical male, she thought. She jammed him between two sheep to keep him straight.

“I’ll tell you one thing --” her daughter continued, unmindful of her struggle. “My tits are bursting. No one told me I’d go from a B cup to a D in just a few weeks!”

“Well, I hope you didn’t get pregnant just to make your boobs bigger,” Sherry snapped.

“No, really -- I mean, look at this!”

Sherry looked. Her daughter had pulled the tanktop all the way up to her collarbone. Her breasts, which had been pert little mounds a few months ago, could now fill the seemingly enormous bra she was wearing with no trouble, and still wanted to pour out the top. Really, the girl did look like she’d just had a top-knotch Hollywood boob job. Vanessa giggled and shook her jutting chest from side to side.

“God, I look like a damn porn star!” she cackled. “Is this how your tits got so big?”

Sherry balked at the matter-of-fact compliment.

“It helped, yes,” she said. “So does eating now and then.”

“Well, I’m digging this!” 

She suddenly yanked up the edge of the bra, letting her two swollen globes fall out; she cupped them and struck a pose.

“Whoa -- check it out!”

“Vanessa, go put something on. It’s cold outside, there’s a draft in here --”

“Oh, I’m fine!” she chirped. “Anyway, they’re not hard cause it’s cold -- they’re sooo sensitive now. I’ve been horny as hell lately, is that normal?”

“Vanessa!”

Sherry squirmed uneasily. Her daughter’s frank attitude about sex always made her uncomfortable, but it wasn’t just that. It was true that discussion of enlarged breasts or increased nipple sensitivity was perfectly appropriate between mothers: one of the prerogatives of the job. But she usually thought of it as a discourse between equals -- not a conversation that a married, middle-aged woman has with her knocked-up, unmarried daughter. She was embarrassed to find herself in this context, and even more embarrassed that she was so obviously embarrassed. 

And her daughter -- her half-naked, horny-as-hell little girl -- so at ease was she with the situation that she was now actually running her fingers over her dark, distended nipples. Right there, in front of her.

“Ohhh, God --” she said, giggling.

“Vanessa!”

“What? Look at ‘em, they’re fantastic.”

“Cover yourself up! -- you don’t know who could be looking . . . ” Sherry glanced around at the frosty windows uneasily.

“Oh, get real, we live in the middle of nowhere, Ma.”

Of course, Neal would pick that moment to walk in, of all moments. And through the back porch door, straight into the den -- not through the front where they would have heard him. 

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed in the doorway, immediately turning his head, cupping a hand over his eyes. “Jesus, Nessa, put them away! What the hell is going on in here?”

“See?” Vanessa said, pulling the bra down again. “It’s only Dad.”


Snowed In Ch. 01



Author's Note: There is an element of Loving Wives in this, for those who aren't into that kind of thing. 

*************************

They'd been snowed into the cabin for two weeks now... it was a good thing that they'd prepared by bringing up lots of food. Of course, Esther thought sarcastically, that was more due to the fact that the men were lazy and got as much food as possible so they wouldn't have to make too many trips to the store. Her husband, Mark and his best friend David were out skiing again while she stayed nice and snug in the one room cabin.

While the men were having the time of their lives, Esther was getting rather bored... and horny. It was a very small cabin that David had invited them to, and she and Mark hadn't been able to make love for two weeks, because there was only the main room and a bathroom. They all slept in the main room, on two separate mattresses, but it seemed discourteous for her and Mark to have sex when David was mere feet away, asleep or not. And it felt even more discourteous to entertain the idea of asking David to leave his own cabin so that they could satisfy themselves, when he'd been away from civilization and the chance of a woman for just as long.

Still... she was getting horny. 

Sighing, she looked out the window and smiled as she saw the men returning. Mark with his dark hair sprouting from the winter hat he was wearing, David's red hair neatly covered by his knit cap. Pushing her own blonde hair out of her face, Esther swept it back up in a pony tail as she started moving around the kitchen, getting the ingredients for dinner that she'd already prepared.

It was over dinner that the men sprang their idea on her.

"You know, Esther," her husband said, "David and I were talking today, he feels bad because of our lack of ah... conjugal relations while we've been stuck up in this cabin." Esther felt herself blushing as she glanced at David out of the corner of her eye, a little embarrassed to have all three of them talking so frankly. He looked a little red himself, getting redder as Mark continued, "And I know that you've been feeling a little ah... well, anyway, I agreed, and he agreed, that if you're ok with it, you and I could ah... well, we could make love while he watches." Esther's surprised gaze went back to Mark, who was turning red himself, and he rushed through the last part of his explanation, "And that way we could all be satisfied."

Feeling a little frozen, Esther examined her feelings about this... after all, she knew David very well and he was an attractive man, but she still felt like it was a little strange to have someone watching her and Mark... on the other hand, she was EXTREMELY horny, and the idea of getting off -- under any circumstances -- sounded incredibly appealing. 

Thinking, she looked at her lap, and then back up at her husband.

"You're ok with this?" she asked. It seemed a silly question considering that he was the one bringing it up, but she felt the need to hear him say it.

"Yes," Mark nodded, took a deep breath, "David's my best friend, I trust him, and I know that you're an attractive woman -- anyone would think so -- and I don't mind that he find his own gratification while we give each other ours. It seems like the most fair arrangement... and..." here he blushed and he and David exchanged a glancing look, "I think it actually kind of turns me on a little. To think about being watched."

"Oh." Now Esther blushed again too. She mulled over the thought in her head of having David watch them, fisting his cock while Mark made love to her... her face god redder but she had to admit, there was something erotic about that scenario. Looking at both men she took a deep breath and said, "Ok."

"Ok!" Mark looked relieved that she wasn't angry... and then his expression turned to one of eager neediness, "Now?"

Both Esther and David laughed, but she nodded, just as eager as he was. David seemed content to sit back and let the couple work it out themselves, not wanting to intrude on their space. And probably not wanting to ruin his chance to see her naked, Esther mused. After all, she did keep herself in very good shape. 

They moved towards the mattresses, and Mark kissed her gently on the lips as he started taking off her clothes... she moaned with anticipation, finding it easy to forget that David was to her right, sitting on the edge of his bed and watching them as they kissed passionately. Mark ran his hands over the skin of her shoulders as he took her shirt off, sliding them to her back and undoing her bra. 

She could hear David's soft gasp as her breasts bounced free, heavy but perky, a round 34D with her pink nipples already hardening. It turned her on a little to think that he was already aroused just by the sight of her breasts. Mark moaned to as he cupped them in his hands, kissing gently around her nipples as she held his head in her hands, wanting him to move his lips to her perky buds. 

Wrapping his lips around one pink nub, Mark's hands pushed eagerly at her pants as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off of him. Out of the corner of her eye, Esther could already see David's cock out, about the same size as Mark's, maybe a little longer but also a little less thick, he was running his fingers around the sensitive head of it, his eyes locked onto Mark's mouth on her breast. Sighing with happiness as Mark's fingers trailed up her inner thigh, Esther spread her legs a little more, feeling like the most gorgeous woman on earth with both of the men totally entranced by her. 

Granted, she was the only woman for miles, but it didn't matter.

Mark bore her down to the bed, eagerly, and she spread her legs, pulling his face to hers to kiss his lips. Normally they spent much more time with foreplay, taking the time to enjoy each other's body, but it had been so long that both of them wanted to move faster. 

"Oh please," Esther moaned, "I want you inside me..."

She blushed furiously as she heard David's lusty groan at her words, echoing Mark's, she'd almost forgotten he was there. There was movement at the corner of her eye, he was now fisting his cock as Mark lined his own up with her pussy... and then she was moaning with pleasure as Mark started to work his way into her pussy.

"Fuck you're tight," he gasped, and she realized she was... she could actually feel herself stretching open for him, almost painfully despite how wet she was. Spreading her legs a little wider to allow for better access, Esther left little kisses across Mark's collarbone and shoulder as he worked his hips back and forth, shoving deeper and deeper into her. 

"Oh god..." she cried out as he completely impaled her on his cock, their groins pressing together, and he moaned as her pussy spasmed around him. They began to move frantically, humping up and down, her body arching to meet his as he pillaged her hole, their need spiraling around them and heightening the sensations.

Moans and cries of pleasure filled the room as Esther and Mark moved, her legs wrapping around his body as she encouraged his efforts with nails down his back. As she thrashed with rapture, feeling herself nearing orgasm, she looked to the right where David was furiously fisting his cock, his eyes on their interlocked bodies. He seemed to realize that she was looking at him and their eyes met, Mark's face was buried in her shoulder as she and David looked at each other and she began to cry out with orgasm. 

Seeing her cum, David groaned and began to shudder, his fist gripping his cock tightly as he moved it up and down, Esther thrashed with ecstasy as spurts of white cum began to spew from David's cock, she watched all of it as Mark grunted and rammed into her hard, his dick pulsing inside of her as she rode the wave of her own orgasm. 

David sat back on his bed, panting as he watched the couple in the last throes of their pleasure, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. Esther could feel her own body relaxing, satisfied at least. 

Pulling himself up, Mark looked over at his friend and smiled. Esther felt relieved that obviously her husband was ok with the way things were. 

"That wasn't so bad," Mark said, grinning.

"Not bad at all," David grinned back.

Esther could only laugh as her husband kissed her again.



Snowed In Ch. 01



It was just before the holidays began. I'd come home from school for a two week visit, it had been several months since I had and was looking forward to it. Both of my older sisters would be there as well, neither of which I had seen in a couple of years now. Mandy lived on the east coast where she worked for a large publishing firm. Never married, she preferred the carefree life style and independence she enjoyed working and living there. She'd always been that way though, and I often wondered if she ever would get married. 

There was four years between each of us, for whatever reason mom and dad had purposely spaced things out. Unfortunately because of it, I'd never gotten very close to my eldest sister Collette. She almost felt more like a cousin or an aunt even rather than my sister, and growing up we'd had very little to do with one another. Unlike Mandy, she had gotten married straight out of high school, married to an idiot as I thought of him anyway, which proved itself out as her marriage had lasted only three years. Luckily they hadn't had any children, though we later found out...she couldn't.

Now Collette worked on the West coast at one of those wild-life preserves, something she enjoyed doing, but which kept her busy and usually unable to spend a lot of time away from her job, let alone coming home for a visit. The fact that both of them would in fact be coming home this year was cause for celebration.

It's funny how people can change so drastically in such a short period of time too. Something I noticed after coming home, walking into the family room and seeing them both again after such a long period of time. 

I was only ten when Collette got married and moved out. Only seeing her once or twice a year after that, if that...what I remembered the most about her was her being very reserved, quiet and plain looking. Not that she wasn't attractive, she was, but Collette never dressed provocatively, or in such a way that would show off much of her magnificent body. Large breasted just as mom and Mandy was, a trait that obviously ran in the family, I had never even seen her naked, not once, unlike my other sister who I'd accidentally, (though sometimes purposely) had walked in on while she lived there.

When I greeted her again now for the first time in over two years, it was like meeting a stranger for the first time. Her hair was much longer now, wearing it in a sexy little ponytail, streaked with highlights of blonde running through it, she looked totally different from how I'd ever seen her before. The fact she was also wearing makeup, though it certainly wasn't overdone was another nice addition. Her "plain Jane" look was long gone. Now she looked every bit the natural beauty I'd always guessed her to be.

Mandy on the other hand had always been the wild one, or wilder than Collette had been anyway. More like me, she was outgoing, had a bubbly personality and tended to push the envelope when growing up, always wearing clothes, or trying to at least, that would have mom and dad sending her back to her room to change. I once asked her why she did that, if she knew mom and dad weren't going to allow her to go out in some of the things she wore, "Why did she keep trying to wear them and aggravating them so much?"

She had laughed at that, sharing with me her secret, "Because I know they're not going to let me go out wearing what I am, and so when I change into something else not quite as revealing, they see it as a compromise, and usually allow me to wear that. Which is what I wanted to wear in the first place!" she said grinning at me.

Now seeing Mandy again, it was almost as though the two of them had changed roles if not personalities. Mandy had cut her long blonde hair short, it was still sassy looking, but "easier to care for," as she put it. Even coming home for a visit on holiday, she was still dressed demurely; unlike I recalled seeing her in the past. She wore a business like white blouse, a skirt that fell all the way to the knee, clothing she wouldn't have been caught dead in just a few years ago.

After exchanging hugs and kisses all around, we settled down in front of a nice warm fire that dad had started. We sat sipping a nice Port that dad had purchased just for the occasion while mom tended to the dinner she was preparing for our first evening home together after so many years.

As the evening wore on, so did the raging storm outside begin to escalate. The weather reports earlier had indicated it was going to be a bad one, and it was. It's not often you get thunder and lightning with a snowstorm, but we were getting that in spades. Twice now the lights had flickered nearly going off, an indication we were in for a bad one before the night was over.

After dinner was over and everything cleaned up and put away, dad worriedly suggested we stack plenty of wood by the fire in the event we needed it for heat. In addition to that, mom gathered up a bunch of candles and a couple of flashlights along with some extra blankets in the event we did lose power. With the flashlights at least, we could find our way to the bathroom upstairs, or downstairs where our old bedrooms were, though I was the only one who could still claim having one. The "girls" room as we'd once called it, had long since been turned into more of a study where dad very often worked or puttered around these days. It was because of that, that the sleeping arrangements had quite naturally been modified in order to accommodate my sisters. Still having my own bed downstairs in the basement, the girls were forced to share the hideaway bed in the living room, though they would have the fire to keep them both warm during the night.

As it was getting late, mom and dad eventually said their goodnights and headed upstairs off to bed. As the three of us were wont to do however, we decided to stay up, catching up, and simply enjoying the eerie beauty of the storm as it continued to intensify. The thunder and lightning was becoming more and more frequent, and it was evident it was going to get worse before it got better.

"Maybe we'd better get ready for bed while we still have light to see by," Collette had suggested. "Brian? Can we use your bedroom to change in at least?" We'd already taken most of their luggage downstairs into my room anyway, so I'd pretty much figured out the three of us would be sharing it in a way. Which is when I also remembered dad had taken the door off, as he'd just recently repainted my bedroom. The door was still sitting off the hinges in the hallway, and hadn't been put back on yet, which I then informed them about.

"While you two get ready for bed, I'll stack a bit more wood by the fire for you in case you get cold later on," I suggested.

"Thanks!" Collette told me, reaching over to ruffle my hair, which I'd allowed to grow a bit longer than I'd normally worn it in the past too. Even as she did that, I felt like the same young kid again I'd always felt whenever I was around my eldest sister. I'd filled out however, bulking up considerably since the last time she'd seen me. Played a lot of tennis, worked out, and stayed in pretty good shape, something that didn't go unnoticed either as she looked at me. It was an odd look, something I hadn't seen come from her before as she seemed to realize I wasn't that same ungainly kid I'd once been.

"How about you pour us a bit more of that Port too?" she then asked, "Unless you're ready to go to bed," she asked me.

"Not tired yet," I told them both. "Unless you two are. I'd sort of like to stay up and keep an eye on the storm," I freely admitted. Down stairs in my room with no windows I wouldn't be able to see it, and lightning had always fascinated me growing up, especially when it was also snowing. And at the moment, it had turned into a virtual blizzard outside. The snow was coming down so fast it had created a near total whiteout, and with the addition of the lightning periodically lighting things up, it had given it a surrealistic beauty. Though neither one of my sisters saw it that way. Unlike me, they'd always been afraid of it, and by the looks on their respective faces, that hadn't changed.

"I wish it would stop," Mandy said worriedly. 

"Sorry sis, by the looks of things, I'd say we're in for a long night!" I informed her as I began stacking a bit more wood by the fire. "But, I'll stay up with you two for a while and make sure you're ok," I told them both. With that, they headed downstairs to change while I stoked the fire, and poured us each another Port.

Sure enough, they'd only been downstairs less than a minute when an enormous clap of thunder and almost simultaneous lightning hit pretty closely nearby. The lights didn't even flicker, they just went out. Had it not been for the fire in the room, I wouldn't have been able to see anything. Seconds later, the sound of my sister's calling up to me from the darkness of the basement alerted me to the fact they couldn't see at all.

"Brian? Brian? We're blind down here! Can you bring us down a light?" They both called up asking me.

I laughed to myself, they should have taken the other flashlight with them like mom and dad had when they'd gone upstairs to bed earlier. Turning it on, I began making my way down into the darkness of the basement. Reaching the hallway, the mischievous side of me came out. It had been years since I had scared either one of them, something I was prone to do in the past, always jumping out at them out of nowhere, scaring the BeJeasus out of them whenever I did that. Far more familiar with my surroundings than they were, I turned off the flashlight, now standing in darkness so complete that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. Quietly I felt along the wall as I approached my bedroom down the hall, once again hearing them call out. The effect of which merely alerted me as to how close I was getting.

"Damn it Brian? Where are you?" Mandy called out obviously worried and somewhat afraid.

The timing couldn't have been any more perfect. As I felt along the wall, and had now found the open doorway into my room, I stood there and flicked on the flashlight, just as another tremendous thundering boom shook the house, lightning so bright that it had filtered all the way down the stairs from behind me. Several things seemed to happen all at once. 

For one, I stood there in the doorway backlit briefly from the flash of lightning, my own flashlight suddenly coming on a second later. Seeing me standing there the way I was, not at all expecting it scared the shit out of both of them, especially when the flashlight suddenly came on a second after that. Like a couple of deer caught in the headlights, they both stood there, screaming in fright for a moment. But I was too stunned to move myself, not at all expecting to find what I now did. Though still wearing her skirt, Mandy had taken off her blouse and her bra. She had just tossed them down onto my bed when the lights went off. She hadn't as yet even located her suitcase. Collette wasn't in much better shape as well, if anything far worse. She stood in nothing more than a very tiny black thong. Once again, a sudden reminder to me just how much she had changed. And though it was only an instantaneous observation, it was a shock in and of itself to cause me to immediately turn off the flashlight as I stood there.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Collette cried out. In all the years I'd known her, I'd never heard her use that particular word before either. "Turn the light back on damn it, I can't see my hand in front of my face!"

I did so, nervously. "Sorry, I ah...didn't know," I tried to explain, making as to enter the room and hand it off to them so they could have it and then dress. To my surprise, neither one of my sisters tried to cover up, each one now going for their respective suitcases in order to find their sleeping attire.

"Come here," Collette said ordering me into the room. "Point it down towards the bed," she stated as she and Mandy both tossed their suitcases onto the bed. I did so, illuminating their suitcases as they hurriedly began rummaging through them. Taking what opportunity I had, and trying not to be too terribly obvious about it, I stood there glancing back and forth between the two of them.

Like I said, they both had fairly large breasts, though that's where their similarities ended. It was already noticeably colder down in the basement now that the heat was off, which must have had some impact on what I realized were two pairs of very hard, very erect nipples on each one of my sisters breasts. And the fact this was the very first time ever that I had seen Collette's boobs wasn't lost on either one of us either. "Ah Brian? The bed?" she said once again. Inadvertently I had drawn the flashlight away from it, shining it more directly against her for a brief moment. She had slightly darker nipples than Mandy did, and they were also much bigger around, more like mom's were as I vaguely remembered seeing them having again accidentally stumbled into her once when she'd been dressing. They were thick and long too, much longer than any I'd seen, certainly longer than Mandy's were, though hers were just as equally hard. A bit pinker in color, with much smaller areolas tipping her breasts.

"I know this is the first time you've ever seen my tits before, but do you mind?" she actually laughed. Her good-natured kidding had likewise caught me off guard. Collette was more apt to haul off and smack me. Something she would have done in the past. Now she actually made light of it as I stood there redirecting the light as she and Mandy finally both found what they were looking for. To my surprise, Collette pulled out one of my old football jerseys from high school, while Mandy on the other hand had actually retrieved what appeared to be a pair of flannel pajamas. Talk about a change in character and personality!

"Hey, that's mine!" I said in astonishment. "I was wondering where that disappeared to!" I stated. But I stood there and watched as she reached up, slipping it over her head and finally covering up those magnificent breasts of hers. She then shook her long hair out, still smiling at me.

"At least it doesn't smell like you anymore," she continued grinning. "But...it has been nice having something to have to remind me of you," she then added. And that made me smile, though I think my silly grin finally got through to Mandy as well as she finished unzipping her skirt, tossing it down onto my bed and immediately began putting on her long legged flannel pajama bottoms. In doing that, she of course gave me a bit more of a lingering look at her nicely sized boobs too before hiding them away as she soon after slipped into her matching top.

"Ok, you about through getting your jollies?" she asked me. I blushed only now feeling uncomfortable as I stood there, especially when she reached out taking the flashlight from me.

"Since you're down here, you might as well get ready for bed too," she said holding the light.

"That's ok. I'll just come down and get undressed later when I go to bed," I said fending her off.

"I don't think so," Collette informed me. "There's no way of knowing just how long the powers going to be off before it's restored. And I seriously doubt you're going to be able to sleep down here in the cold while it is," she said making me realize she was correct. "You might as well get changed now into whatever you're going to wear, and then we'll all cuddle up in the bed upstairs in front of the fire," she informed me. "So we can all stay warm," she added almost as an afterthought. Unfortunately, the thought of that sent a sudden unexpected lurch into my cock, and I felt it begin to grow. The last thing I needed was to stand there with an erection while my sisters stood staring at me.

"Well? You going to hurry up? It's getting cold down here!" she chastised me. Unfortunately, it wasn't cold enough. Not enough to affect my ever-growing erection anyway. I decided to hurry, perhaps if I managed to undress with my back turned towards them at least, they wouldn't see much of anything. I usually just slept in a pair of my tighty-whitey's, which I had on, and a tee-shirt during the winter. Having quickly stripped out of my jeans and long-sleeved shirt, I found myself standing on the wrong side of the room from my dresser drawer.

"Ah, you mind throwing me one of my tees?" I asked. I heard Mandy snicker.

"Why? Can't you get it yourself?" she questioned me, though she had lowered the flashlight, pointing it in a very obvious direction when she did. 

"Obviously he's embarrassed," Collette observed seeing the same thing that Mandy was. "Or excited peeking at his sister's boobs," she now added still chuckling. Obviously, they were both enjoying my sudden discomfort and not about to help or make things easier on me. I did the only thing I could do, I squeezed between the two of them as they stood there partially blocking the way, my not fully hard at least erection pressing against the front of my shorts as I made my way over to the dresser, and hurriedly picked out a little longer tee-shirt to wear. Throwing it on, I had at least partially covered myself.

"Ok, so we're even," I told them both. "Shall we go back up stairs?"

"Not hardly," I heard in a half whisper as I began making my way down the long dark corridor.

Still giggling, my sister's followed me as I led the way back up the stairs and into the living room. It was considerably warmer upstairs thanks to the fire, and they quickly jumped into the bed for some additional warmth as I quickly attended the fireplace.

"Get our drinks?" Mandy asked as I turned around, though her eyes as I noticed where once again drawn down towards my groin. I took a moment to pull down my tee-shirt, which had hiked up slightly as I'd leaned over stoking the fire.

"Seen enough?" I teased back upon doing so. Hearing them both giggle once again.

"You know, I don't think I ever saw you naked growing up either," Collette stated out of the blue. "But you were pretty young back then," she reminded herself. "Though I do remember Mandy calling me once and telling me how she'd just walked in on you while you were jerking off."

"You what?" I exclaimed turning towards her. "When?" I certainly didn't remember that.

"It was the week before your high school graduation," Mandy said jumping in. "I'd already come home so I could be there for it. Collette wouldn't be arriving until a couple of days later. But I remember that we were all trying to get ready to go out to dinner as I recall," she said as she sat there with a silly grin on her face. "Anyway, mom and dad were both using the upstairs bathroom, which left the only other one, the one down stairs. And you'd been in there forever already. I knew if you didn't hurry up, there wouldn't be much time left for me. I'd even complained to mom about it, and she'd told me to just barge in and shoo you out, that that would do it, as she'd had to do it to you before herself. And as you know, there's no lock on the downstairs bathroom," she reminded me unnecessarily. I'd managed to barge in on her a time or two as well, but I'd never caught her doing that either!

I was still stunned by the fact she would actually call her sister and tell her about it however as she continued.

"So...with mom's blessing, I decided to barge in, embarrass you into hurrying up, getting out so that I could get ready. Only as I reached for the door to open it, I heard you groan," she said a bit sheepishly. I was glad for the subdued lighting in the room, I could already feel my face reddening as I sat there in dad's chair facing towards the now rolled out bed they were both laying in. It was then however that Collette burst out laughing, interrupting her sister's story.

"What?" I asked.




Snowed In Ch. 01



"The first thing she said when I answered the phone, 'I just saw Brian shooting off!' that's what she told me," she said laughing even harder. "And I said, you just did what?"

Now Mandy was laughing, making things even worse, which was all news to me. I'd had no idea she'd ever seen me doing that for one, but worse...that she'd actually called her sister and told her about it.

"What do you mean you just saw Brian shooting off, I then asked her, and she told me. She said she had just opened the door, intending to yank back the shower door and embarrass you, except it was just at that moment you were nearing your orgasm. She could see you through the glass doors or course, especially since dad had installed the clear ones, since they were less expensive. Anyway, there you were, completely oblivious to the fact she'd actually come in and was standing there."

"Yeah...just as you came," Mandy finished for her remembering. "I'd never even seen a guy do that before. Back then, I was still a virgin myself, so I'd never even touched a guy's dick yet...and there you were, standing there playing with yourself. I almost walked out, nearly turned around in fact to do so...which is when I saw it."

"Saw you cum," Collette pointed out purposely, giggling once again. "Sort of freaked her out that you did, which is why she called to tell me about it, ask me about it," she added. "The funny part of it was, Mandy was supposedly the wilder one, and yet she was still the virgin in the family... were you?" she now asked taking me by surprise. I actually had to think about that momentarily, I'd been seeing a long time girlfriend at the time, but we actually hadn't gotten around to doing that yet. That didn't happen until a couple of months later after graduation, and just before Susan left to attend a different university than I would be.

"Yeah, I still was," I found myself admitting, though embarrassed as hell to discover the two of them had actually discussed all this.

"Anyway, I told her that was something guys did all the time, and that they tended to just shoot off in the shower a lot, and then reminded her to check first the next time before she used it...just in case." Mandy made a face at that, even rolling her eyes in disgust. I just shook my head, surprised at this sudden openness I was hearing coming out of my older sister's mouth. Another loud peal of thunder and lightning reminded us all of the ongoing freaky winter storm going on outside.

The room was growing colder by the second even with the fire going, and I felt myself shiver. Collette noticed that I had. "Why don't you come over and slip into bed between us and warm up?" she stated. I'm sure the surprise of her suggestion registered in my eyes.

"What? You're worried about getting aroused again laying between us?" she asked teasingly. "I'm sure...even if you do, as long as you keep the covers on over yourself, neither one of us will ever know."

"Unless he rolls over," Mandy teased back which sent them both into another burst of giggles.

"Very funny!" I said though I actually jumped up and hurriedly made my way over to the bed, slipping in between them, though I was very careful to lie there with my hands resting on my stomach when I did. We lay together there in the bed, no one speaking for several minutes. "It's been a while since we've done this," I said a moment or two later. "The last time in fact...,"

"Two weeks after your graduation, just before I went back," Collette said remembering. "It was hot back then, during the summer, and we'd decided to sleep outside in the back yard just like we used to do when we were kids. Dad had even blown up the air mattresses to lie down on, though we didn't have our sleeping bags anymore, so mom carted out a bunch of quilts to make up a bed with, so all three of us could sleep together beneath. Only then...you slept on the outside, and I was sleeping in the middle," she said remembering the specific details, which even I'd forgotten.

"Collette," Mandy said with an edge of warning in her tone of voice.

"What?" I said curiously. Obviously I had missed something. 

"Collette! No!" Mandy almost shouted, quickly and worriedly looking up the stairs in case she had been too loud, and might awake our parents. "You promised!" she said in a much softer tone of voice.

All Collette did was laugh however at Mandy's expense. "Well, since we're already on the subject, he might as well hear the rest of the story."

Now I was interested, and actually scooted back slightly sitting against the back of the couch, especially as I stiffened, which made it a little easier to conceal as I scooted up. That however, caused each one of them to do the same, now sitting on either side of me as Collette continued, and as Mandy's face got even redder than mine had been.

"Just remember, paybacks a bitch!" Mandy threatened, though Collette didn't seem to worry too much about the threat or take it very seriously.

"Go on!" I urged her now, suddenly excited, though I still had no idea yet as to where she was going with this.

"Well, it was because she'd walked in on you jerking yourself in the shower that we got into the subject of masturbation. You see...up until then, Mandy never had, well...not really anyway. Never to the point of orgasm yet at least."

"You're kidding me!" I said looking over at my sister. "You'd never masturbated?"

Though obviously embarrassed by this turn of events and sudden revelation, she admitted that she hadn't. "I always thought it was wrong," she told me candidly, "Until Collette, informed me that she did it all the time, and had been for years!"

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, also a bit too loudly catching a warning look from each of my sisters.

"Shh, be quiet, unless you don't want to hear the rest of it," Collette now said.

I didn't even realize I had my hand on my cock until then, and felt the head swell even harder, as I fondled myself through my shorts before consciously forcing my hand away.

"So...after I arrived," Collette began once again. "As promised, I told her I'd show her how to do it."

"Holy shit," I said once again, much more quietly this time, though she continued on without further interruption from me.

"The first time, she just watched me, watched how I pleasured myself. And then she tried it while I watched her. Except, I'd actually climaxed...for whatever reason, Mandy just couldn't seem to get herself off, and gave up in frustration, which apparently is what had happened in the past, and why she'd given up trying to do it herself."

"Yeah, before...I started to, several times. It always felt good at first, for a while...and then I just got a bit too numb, too excited I think, and then all it was, was frustrating. So I eventually gave up even trying."

Sitting here sandwiched between my two sexy sisters wasn't helping matters any, listening to this sudden decadent discussion we were having like it was the most natural thing in the world to be talking about.

"So that's when I offered to do her myself," Collette said, shocking me totally, and I gasped, feeling my cock throb almost painfully, though thankfully still hidden beneath the covers when it did.

"No shit! You did? Really?" I said now looking back and forth between the two of them, but as I did that, I then noticed something else too. Something that at first I thought was my own imagination, but the more I looked and kept track of it, I soon got more and more sure of the fact that she was doing it. As I had been, even though I was trying to be very careful about it, I swore I saw a semi-constant, yet very obvious movement taking place beneath the covers next to me where Mandy was laying.

"Yeah, I gave Mandy her first ever orgasm," she said almost proudly. "And then...afterwards, she gave me one!"

"Collette!" Mandy exclaimed once again trying to sound indignant, but the truth of the matter was, she was sounding more and more aroused instead. "So...that night, when we all slept out?" She hinted, glancing over towards her sister. "Unbeknownst to you...I got her off again while we slept out together. The whole time we lay there looking up at the stars, I was fingering my very own sister. I guess I should have known better," she added.

"Why? Were you ashamed that you had?" I now wondered. Surprised when she laughed.

"No, not that...certainly not! It was because she bit my arm!"

"Bit your arm?"

"Yeah...when she came," she laughed out loud. "She was trying to keep quiet, so that's what she did."

That whole moment came flooding back to me. I remembered that. Not that I knew Mandy had just had an orgasm, but that suddenly the two of them were wrestling around there beneath the covers, and that Collette had in fact screamed out when Mandy had in fact bitten her, though I'd never known the reason why. That episode had quite naturally led to another one. When I'd jumped in at Mandy's request, pinning Collette down while she tickled her in defense. I had gotten fairly aroused without realizing it at first, now sitting there on my sisters chest, which is when I felt her breasts suddenly grazing my rapidly hardening member. I'd flown off her in a shot, embarrassed, though she'd used that moment to pin Mandy down and begin tickling her back. 

That was when dad stood at the window of their bedroom yelling down at us to shut up before we woke all the neighbors. We'd quieted down after that, and eventually fallen asleep. Though I had in fact lay awake for a considerable time, before jerking myself off, but only after I was sure both of them were sound asleep before doing so.

I should have known better.

"You were horny that night too as I recall," Collette said smiling. "You waited until you thought we were both asleep, though Mandy was. I just pretended to be, wondering if you might...not at all surprised when you actually did. I remember laying there listening to you, just barely opening my eyes, just enough to see, still snoring as I did that. I wondered what you were going to do, almost laughed when I saw you reach over and grab one of your socks, no wonder you never put them back on in the morning," she laughed.

"EEEEUW!" Mandy added upon hearing that. "You came in your sock?"

I ignored that, and didn't respond to it, though I couldn't help but respond to Collette. I now realized the same movement was taking place beneath the covers with her that had been going on with Mandy.

"You're doing that now aren't you?" I asked boldly, almost instantly turning towards my other sister, "As are you," I then said seeing the surprised look in her eyes that I'd actually caught her doing so. 

"Oh like...and you haven't been?" Collette responded back. "I've felt your hand once or twice there Brian, I knew where it was going. And frankly, the thought that maybe you were, had been...is what got me horny. That, and thinking about that night. Admittedly, I got pretty aroused when I felt your cock brush my breasts, I even masturbated a few times after that just thinking about it, wondering what you looked like." She now looked over directly at me as she spoke. "And after all these years...I still don't know...what you look like," she breathed hotly. 

"But...but you're my sister!" I stammered a bit awkwardly, yet highly aroused even so. The admission that she was, had been lying there next to me playing with herself, which Mandy had likewise been doing was an unspoken excitement. As long as no one acknowledged that we were, had been...then there was nothing to feel weird or ashamed about. Now that we had however, it was something else entirely. Though why I could personally accept, and find it perfectly normal and natural that the two of them could touch and play with one another escaped me.

"Yeah so? You're my brother, Mandy's my sister, we've done this for years now, and neither one of us feel guilty about it, so why should you?"

I didn't know what to say, what to feel. "Ever since that night?" I asked curiously, still in a bit of a state of shock as I thought back.

"Oh yeah," Mandy said chiming in. "Especially that week that I went to California for a visit," she said grinning, and then sighing. This time it was in fact Collette that shot her a look. "Well! I warned you," she now added.

"Obviously, there's even more to the story," I said catching on. "What else have you two done?"

"What haven't we done?" Mandy giggled. 

Outside the wind was really howling now, and though there had still been periodic claps of thunder, most seemed to be off in the distance now. Because of it, we were all taken by surprise at the sudden unexpected sound of one happening close by, enough so that we all jumped, though both Mandy as well as Collette rolled into me almost simultaneously. As they did that, each one of them came into contact with my cock, now sandwiched between them.

"Goodness, he's hard isn't he?" Mandy said collecting herself. I'd lost my ability to speak, especially as I felt my other sister's hand suddenly wrap itself around my shaft even though she did so through my underwear.

"Ok, that's it!" She suddenly announced whipping the covers off the three of us. "You two have seen one another enough times, now it's my turn!"

My only defense was the fact I had a thin layer of cotton briefs covering my stiff shaft, though the head of my dick was already trying to peek over the waistband anyway. There was also a very noticeable wet spot on the front of them which all three of us saw when she did that.

"Ante up little brother," Collette told me. "Lift up your ass!"

Without even thinking really, I did so. Which made it a hell of a lot easier for her to reach up and literally rip my shorts down away from myself. My cock sprang like a Jack in the Box, and stood there wobbling about briefly, much to both of their delight.

"Fuck me!" Collette actually said as she sat there staring at it. "That's huge!" She exclaimed.

It wasn't not really. I knew...I'd actually measured it several years ago when I once wondered about it. I knew from what I'd read it was considered to be in the average-sized range, though perhaps at the top end of that. What it was however, was a bit thicker around than most, a bit more above average, which I think made it appear a lot bigger than it really was. Which made me think about that little warning in the mirrors that you see about objects appearing much larger/closer than they really are.

"No it's not," I answered back, though I was somewhat proud of the way I looked at the moment. I'm not sure I've ever felt this big or this hard before. And now, sitting there with each one of my sister's actually looking at it, fondling it, I was pleased...more than...with their reaction.

"Don't tell me it isn't Brian," Collette said suddenly sitting up, sitting Indian fashion on the bed there even as cool as it was in the room. Suddenly none of us were cold any more as things had suddenly heated up considerably. "I've seen enough hard cocks to know, yours is as big, if not bigger than any I've ever had," she informed me. 

"Oh? And just how many hard cocks have you had?" I asked her somewhat teasingly, though curious about that now too.

"Never mind," she said simply, though she continued to sit there fondling it, as Mandy now sat up on the other side, joining her. Before I knew it, both of my sister's were sitting there, passing it back and forth to one another like it was a baton or something.

I didn't mind though, as crazy as all this was, it felt too damn good to suggest they do otherwise. Until she said:

"I wanna see it squirt Brian."

"What?"

"You heard me! Mandy's seen it, now...I want to see it."

"That was different, I didn't know," I said trying to beg off. "And besides, I don't think I can."

"You don't think you can cum?" She asked incredulously.

"Well no, not with an audience, not like this," I said honestly worried. Even then I was already starting to feel it lose a bit of his rigidity as we sat there talking about it.

"Would it help matters any if we did?"

"If you did what?" I said not quite sure I had heard her right. 

"What do you think I mean?" she said, though Mandy had already raised her own concern on top of mine.

"You're not suggesting..."

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting," Collette shot back. "And don't tell me you wouldn't mind seeing that again either, you certainly thought about it enough, or so you told me anyway," she added revealing yet again another obvious secret, especially as Mandy's face began to blush even more furiously than before.

"You ever watched a girl masturbate?" Collette asked before I had a chance to respond to any of this. And hearing that, gave me pause as I sat there, my cock once again hardening, now throbbing as I considered her comment.

"No, I haven't," I honestly told my sister. I'd even once asked Susan to do it for me, but she had adamantly refused, telling me it was too personal. I'd actually laughed at that, I'd just eaten her for the very first time, I still had pussy smell on my face, covered in her juices when I'd asked her to do that for me, and she'd refused. "What could be any more personal than what I'd just done?" I wondered at the time, but again to no avail. 

Rather than argue about it with me however, Collette simply grabbed one of the pillows propping it up behind her head, now sitting in the opposite direction from me there on the bed. When she reached down and pulled off my football jersey, once again revealing her magnificent boobs, I knew she had me. But when she likewise now lifted her own ass, and removed that tiny black thong, I knew then I was a gonner, already my hand finding my shaft without even realizing it had.

"That's better," she said grinning at me, though now looking over towards Mandy. "Well Sis, you gonna be a party poop? Or join us?"

Quick as a bunny, and before I actually knew what was happening, she had slipped out of her very unflattering flannel pajamas, and now just like her sister, took up a position sitting next to her across from me on the bed. For the first time, I actually felt like I was on display, had it not been for the fact that I was sitting there staring at the two of them I'm honestly not sure I'd have been able to do what I suddenly began doing.

"Hmmm," Collette moaned appreciatively, watching me as I sat there working my cock slowly up and down.

"Is that the way you always do it?" She asked.

"Sometimes...yes," I told her. "And you?"

I watched as she half absentmindedly just ran her finger tips up and down between her split, while Mandy on the other hand was actually frigging hers, and none too gently either.

"And what about you sis?" I said turning towards her, watching her as she did that. "Is that the way Collette did you when she made you cum for the very first time?"

"Yes," she moaned audibly. "Though I've learned a few tricks since then," she added with a lusty tone of voice, one I had never heard from her before now as her eyes likewise took on an entirely different look to them. If I didn't know her better, I'd swear she looked like an entirely different person as she sat there working her cunt. Whatever inhibitions or shyness she might have once shown, it was gone now...replaced by an almost crazed look on her face as her desire and wantonness took over.

When she reached over and actually placed her hand down between Collette's legs, I almost lost it. Seeing the look in my eyes when she did that, Collette smiled, sensually, erotically. "You like that huh?" she asked, now reaching over between Mandy's legs, her fingers now sprinkling little teases over her lips, tickling, touching, and gently rubbing my other sisters exposed swollen clit.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" I moaned pleasurably, taking a moment to squeeze the head of my dick producing a very fat droplet of precum, which I now gingerly smeared over and around the hard swollen knob of my dick.




Snowed In Ch. 01



"Oh, that's nice! Do that again!" Mandy actually pleaded as she speared some of my sister's juice out of her pussy with her fingers, and then applied that to her hard extended nipples, smearing her essence about on them. Collette now did the same thing to hers, though after she'd done that, she took a moment to suck two of her fingers off, tonguing them as she did so rather decadently, causing my cock to throb hotly with the imaginary sensation of her doing that to me.

"So, what else have the two of you done together?" I wanted to know, my own words now slurred with sexual heat, my cock throbbing with each syllable as I hoped for a response.

"What do you think we did?" Collette teased me, her fingers once again working inside my sister's pussy, drawing my eyes to it as she surrounded Mandy's clit with her fingers, pinching it between them, and then pulling on it. Mandy groaned pleasurably, for a moment unmoving, lost in a world of her own.

"Did you eat her? Did you lick her?"

"Eat her what? Lick her what?" Collette came back with, prodding me. "Go on Brian, say it!" She actually demanded.

"Did you eat her pussy? Lick her cunt?" I said a bit more obscenely, enjoying the sound of it, seeing the expression on her face upon hearing the words as I spoke them.

"Yes, I ate her pussy, licked her cunt, and she did the same thing to me, in a sixty-nine," she said painting the picture for me. "And then after that...we humped one another too."

"Oh God!" I moaned, my hand now traveling rapidly up and down my dick as I sat there pumping it, imagining it, all the while watching the two of them still sitting there fingering one another.

"Would you like to see that sometime?" She now asked. "Would you like to see us suck one another's cunts, lick one another's pussies? Would you like to lick us? She now asked, or have us suck you?"

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I announced no longer able to hold it back any longer. Just hearing my sister's words, seeing the two of them together, not to mention the sudden images inside my head, which she'd just created for me, was more than enough. No amount of willpower on my part could have stayed the inevitable as my balls tightened.

"Yes Brian yes! Squirt it baby! Squirt it! I want to watch you fucking cum!" She cried out pleasurably, cumming with me as I did, as was Mandy.

Thick, long streamers of spunk flew from the head of my dick as I sat there jerking myself off. I watched as it shot across the length of the bed, first hitting Collette squarely between the tits, then landing between them as I missed with the next powerful jettison. Correcting my aim however, I managed to hit one of Mandy's breasts, hearing her squeal in delight as I did. Only now the force and expulsion of my squirting diminishing, though again only slightly. Sitting up now on bent knee, I still managed to produce several more powerful squirts, most of which landed directly against my older sister's bare pussy. She had taken over for Mandy, now fingering her cunt herself, working it fiercely, adding a bit of my sperm to it as she did so, slickening her clit, teasing it with my spunk as she made herself come again, and then again.

Mandy was already spent, she'd had one long drawn out climax, and now lay panting on her back, eyes closed, though her hands continued to rub in and massage the copious amount of cum I had placed there onto her breasts. 

For a long time, no one said a thing as we just lay there looking at one another, disbelief that this had actually happened in fact, at least for me. Collette finally came to, long before either Mandy or I had, and once again slithered back up on the bed towards me. My cock had withered down to less than half its size as she took it into her mouth and began sucking it, gingerly, carefully. It was a bit sensitive at first, making me tremble and jump, though I think it was mostly because of the fact that my sister had actually taken my dick into her mouth, spent as I first thought it to be. Then it began to harden once again as she continued, as Mandy now joined her, forcing Collette to share. The two of them now licking, taking turns sucking me, my cock hardening once again in a surprisingly short period of time.

None of us saw, or certainly heard the footsteps as they turned and silently padded down the hallway back towards the bedroom.

**



Snowed In Ch. 01



My husband and I were having a real hard time with this peak. The snow was biting out skin off. It must have been under 10 degrees out here, and with wind chill, I could feel my bones quivering. I had been training for this event for years; we were really into fitness, and we knew the Alps would be an incredible hike. We planned our vacation for this time of the year due to the challenge. It was supposed to be rough, but not this rough. In a terrible turn of events, a storm had ravaged the mountainside, and we were caught in the center of it.

I was 28, and my husband, Richard, was 30. My name is Angela. I have a slim frame carved from exercise and diet. My husband is similar, which drew us together. We met at a gym, and we were inseparable since. He isn't the type to get huge, but he's thin and lean and just how I like my men. The two of us shared lots of interests. We got married about two years ago, and we were still as passionate as ever.

This hike may have been one of our dumber ideas. We were getting a tad grouchy, but it didn't really matter since the storm was so loud we could hardly hear each other. Richard was about five feet in front of me. If he walked any further, he would be out of view, lost in the blizzard. I couldn't see anything, and I was pretty sure we were lost.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a decent sized tree blasted its way into us. Richard was somehow able to turn so it hit him in the back, but the impact sent him on top of me. We slammed hard on the ground. My already weak body was now stuck in the snow. I couldn't get him off of me.

"Is everything alright?" I yelled.

"It's my ankle!" he yelled back. "I think it's sprained!"

The wind continued to howl. We lay there in silence. "We're not getting off of this mountain, are we?" I asked.

The pause continued. "Doesn't look like it." More silence. "I love you Angela."

"I love you too, Richard." We hugged each other tight. We lay there for only a few minutes before I got that euphoric feeling. I felt something warm grab a hold of me. I wasn't sure if it was my brain now playing tricks on me, but I swore it was real. I felt like I was being scooped up. Not long after I completely blacked out.

I woke up in a warm cabin. I could hear the storm pounding its wooden walls from the outside. I was in a bedroom with a massive bed and a large cabinet. Was I dead? Had I died out there, and I was in purgatory, waiting for my sentence? These bizarre ideas ran through my head. A cabin out here? There was no way. I stood up off of the bed, and stretched my legs. Immediately I noticed that my snow gear was missing. Everything seemed to be working and moving, but I needed to understand what was going on.

I walked to the door and opened it. What I saw made my eyes explode out of my skull. A young looking but enormous girl sat on a couch in front of me. This was a loveseat, but she took up the entire couch. She was wearing a short skirt that was showing off the largest legs I have ever seen. They were as thick as tree trunks, like real, huge tree trunks. Like thicker than my entire body tree trunks. Above that, she was wearing a blue tank top that revealed two immense breasts. The size of them was astronomical. They were sitting on her large belly, granted, but they had to have been bigger than watermelons that each weighed well over 30 pounds. Her heavy arms were pale and flabby; it didn't surprise me she could survive in this climate with so much fat. Her face was pretty ugly, as she was missing some teeth. She had short, thick blonde hair, maybe shoulder length. If I had to wager, I would guess that she weighed approximately 700 pounds. That sounds ridiculous, and somehow, it was a healthy 700 pounds, but doing as much fitness as I have done, I felt I was well qualified to make a guess like that. But her size wasn't the main reason for my shock.

She was holding my husband like a baby. All of his clothing was on the floor. His back was resting on her massive right thigh, and her left hand was slowly running over his crotch. Her enormous chest was hovering over Richard's face, and she was staring at him lovingly.

"I love you baby boy. Do you love me?" she said, in a high pitched, very girly voice. I was surprised by how high pitched she was, considering her grand size. She was probably four or five times Richard's size. He looked like a tiny baby in her arms, like she could snap him in half if she wanted to. Her size was utterly terrifying. Her right breast was much larger than his head, probably almost the size of his head and shoulders.

"Yes, mommy, I love you." My jaw must have dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I was in a state of shock. Richard's eyes were locked to this behemoth's, as if they were in love. Her breasts made me feel so insignificant. She lifted his head a little bit, making his head level with her giant right breast. Her head moved down a bit to match his. He closed his eyes and she closed hers, and the two kissed. It wasn't just a peck either; the two pressed their lips together and didn't let go. I could hear their lips smacking together, and all of their wetness swishing around in there. Her hand reached to the back of his head. She could palm my husband if she wanted to. Her lips looked like they might engulf his face. A growing weight was sinking in my stomach watching my husband of two years passionately making out with this monster, this creature who in size I could never even dream of competing with.

"Are you gonna cum for mommy?" she whispered to him in her baby like voice.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," he was saying through the kisses. Her hand kept rubbing his cock. She wasn't even holding it, just caressing it with her forehand. I snapped out of my silence.

"Get your fat hands off of my husband!" I yelled. Fury was coursing through my body. I standed defiant to her, stepping forward. If I thought she was big before, up close she was a mountain.

She looked up at me, confused. "Husband? How could he be your husband? You are tiny and weak. He needs someone strong to take care of him. Don't be silly little girl." Her eyes lowered to Richard, who was resting his head on her huge breast. "Mummy Helga is going to take care of you, you and your little willy!"

"No, Helga, he is my husband, we have been married for two whole years. You need to let him go. We are leaving."

"Hahaha, leaving? Don't be silly little girl. There is a horrible blizzard outside. There is no leaving for a long time! You two almost died out there. Unfortunately, you two are staying with me and my mom for a while." I looked out the window, and my heart sank. She was right. There was no escape. And what was I going to do to stop her from making out with my husband. I was just going to have to wait this out. She looked down at Richard. "She's kind of bumming me out, honey. I'm going to show you our bed, okay?" He nodded, still staring up at her. She kissed him on the cheek, then looked up at me. "You can either sleep on the floor, or you can share our bed. My mom sleeps upstairs, so you can't go there. We would love to share it with you, and the wood on the ground can get pretty cold." With that, she stood up, still cradling Richard in her arms. She was over seven feet tall, that much I could immediately figure out. She waddled by me, and if it were any other day I'd swear she was a freight train. She left the door open. I really didn't know what to do.



Snowed In Ch. 01



Safely covered up again, though Sherry’s heart was still thumping in her chest, Vanessa crossed the room to greet her father.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said.

“Hi, sugar. Are you decent now?”

“Yep. Just showing Mom my titties.”

Sherry watched them peck each other’s cheeks with a sinking feeling, a smoldering in her heart so akin to jealousy it surprised her. She couldn’t help it -- in Neal’s eyes Vanessa could do no wrong. Oh, he might rant and rave at her occasionally, or criticize her actions and attitude out of her hearing. But ultimately that girl had kept her father wrapped around her finger since the day she was born. Even this, getting pregnant by some local eyesore -- even this breach of trust, this shattering of innocence was not enough to disrupt the easy affection of their relationship. The kiss, the friendly embrace, the loving look bestowed upon Vanessa before she disappeared down the hall (getting out of harm’s way, Sherry thought) lay in stark contrast to the greeting she got herself: a disembodied and hollow “hi” from across the room. Even Jasper, who had always been “that dog” to Neal, got more of a greeting than she did. 

With Vanessa out of the room he quit acting. His features hardened, and he lay down his coat and flopped into an easy chair without paying her the slightest attention. Sherry turned back to the nativity set. Joseph was now bending indecently over one of the sheep. She snatched him up and lay him on his side, away from temptation. 

If only she could do the same with Neal.

***

“ . . . and this high pressure area is going to get things crankin’ for us over the weekend. Crankin’ down low, that is. As you can see here, the front is going to extend down well below the central part of the state, certainly reaching Ocala and probably into Northern Orange county. That’s gonna push those temperatures down into the ‘teens , and with strong chances of precipitation for the weekend, that means we could be looking at some genuine snowfall for the holidays. Sandy?”

“So we might be getting a white Christmas after all, huh? Thanks, George. Coming up next --”

“Did he say snow?” asked Vanessa incredulously, buried in gloom on the couch.

“Oh, that’s horseshit. It’ll be flurries, nothing more.”

“Would be kind of neat, though.”

“It would.”

“Does it ever snow in Florida, Daddy?”

“It did once, when you were little -- don’t you remember?”

“Kinda.”

“Just an inch or so. But it shut down the whole town.”

They fell silent again, remaining so for the rest of the news. On the floor before the television, the dog snored softly.

Neal wasn’t really paying attention -- the news was the same every day anyhow. As the talking heads droned on, he stayed perfectly still in the armchair, occasionally wondering where Sherry was in the house, but more often than not, feeling miserable and lost.

It was very simple -- he was missing Melanie.

They met at work, as so many men meet their mistresses. Not that Melanie could be described as such, really. Mistress had such an air of mystery and sophistication about it, even glamour. Married men who were insanely wealthy and frighteningly powerful -- they had mistresses. A man like Neal, of an average intelligence and income, a cog within the wheel of commerce and office politics -- he had nothing so urbane as a “mistress.” A squeeze, a bimbo, a symptom, a sideline, a piece of ass: these were terms that might be applied to Melanie, depending on who you asked.

He worked in a Sales Solution team for a software company; she was a programming assistant. It was as simple as that. They both worked in the unreal world of computers. There their professional similarities ended.

Their relationship had been the result of two months solid flirting that suddenly turned serious. Every man flirts on the job; it’s expected of him, almost a prerequisite of his being accepted as a man. Most women make nothing of it. They may enjoy it if he’s reasonably handsome, powerful, or especially good at it. They may object to it if he’s too forward, too sleazy, too clumsy or too damned unattractive. Very few women take it seriously, as a promise of things to come, a precursor of actual intimacy. Melanie had.

Their first time together was on a long lunch break -- cliched but true. They arranged to meet without seeming to, retired to a cheap motel, and got back to work late. He wondered the entire time what the hell he was doing, but found himself unable to stop. Afterward he felt wretchedly guilty.

When the world didn’t cave in around him, and the anchor man failed to mention his little adventure on the six o’clock news, and Sherry welcomed him into her bed as though nothing had happened, then it began to get easy for him. Perhaps too easy. They met whenever they could, most often at her apartment, near the office. Soon he had invented various clients and problems to keep him at work late, or to explain overnight trips, thus allowing he and Melanie better and more leisurely play time together. He was shocked at just how well he could lie to Sherry, how much bullshit she would swallow so that he could get what he wanted. It was astounding the sacrifices he would make just to satisfy his dick, and even more amazing that she would let him get away with it.

Hon, it’s me. 

Hi baby!

Look, I can’t make it home for dinner tonight.

Uh oh.

Yeah -- the VoxPop thing again. Bob wants me to take them to dinner, wine and dine them -- you know the routine.

All right, well . . . I’ll see you when?

Oh, eightish maybe. I’m not sure, depends on how much the old farts can eat.

“Kay, well, be careful on the roads.

I will -- bye, sweetie.

Hon, baby, sweetie -- then right into Melanie’s bed, devouring her naked body. It got to be childishly simple, so simple he couldn’t not do it. And in exchange for a missed meal and a few readily swallowed lies, he got everything that Melanie had to offer him. Which was considerable.

Put together a large book of women he might go for and Melanie would not have been in it. She wasn’t especially his type physically: a slight figure, not terribly pretty, possessing little conventional sex appeal. Neither was she particularly adept at being sexy, either in manner or deed. She was bookish, smart, rather shy, even a little awkward. The kind of girl men befriend, not pursue. In high school she would have been the go-between for various romantic partners, never involved herself. It would have been her job to listen to her prettier girlfriend unravel the lovely details, to console her when the guy broke her heart, or to seek out and counsel with the offending male. In due time she might become a Lesbian, so little did she understand of men. 

What Melanie did have was youth. She was barely twenty-one, to Neal’s forty-five. Everything about her was fresh and unspoiled, new, vulnerable. Her body, for all its lack of womanly curves and crevices, was tight and gleaming and smooth. Compared to his wife’s, her breasts were ridiculously small -- just little hillocks, no wider than his palms. There was no burying his face between her tits, one of his favorite things to do with Sherry. Not when he could suck almost all of a tit into his mouth. On their first time in bed he had almost felt embarrassed for her, she was so tiny. 

But she was also clean, and white, magically serene and unvarying. All over her body she glistened with youth; there were no blemishes, no stretch marks, no history. Even her pussy hair was soft and downy, almost transparently blonde. He had wondered at its silky translucence, like it was baby hair. And when he decided he wanted her to shave it, she did. Right there, while he watched.

That performance was a good example of another invaluable feeling Melanie brought him: complete and total control. He was not, she told him, her first lover, but he was the first who “knew what he was doing.” The remark, highly flattering in itself, set the tone for much of their sexual relationship. If Neal wanted slow, steamy, passionate sex that lasted for hours, she gave it to him. If he wanted things hard and fast and dirty, she also obliged, just as happily. If they didn’t really have time, and he just wanted a blow job in her car, she sucked him hard, took all his cum, swallowed it and wiped her lips, smiling. 

Many, many times he spent hours licking and kissing and touching every inch of her -- in a trance of disbelief at how young and beautiful her body really was. On more than one occasion, however, he had been short and rough with her. He threw her on her bed one night and ripped her panties apart, trying to get to her pussy. When he got them off he lashed her cunt with his tongue, savagely and selfishly, like a brute. He used her body to channel his angers and frustrations, treating her far less sensitively than she either needed or deserved. She just took it.

So far as he could tell, she didn’t want his money, his job, or his baby. She just wanted him: his time, his attention, his cock. To a man his age, there could be no more addictive arrangement. He couldn’t believe his luck -- had no idea why she was so enthusiastic to love him -- had trouble believing that younger guys were surrounded with so much easy pussy that they could afford to pass her up. It was all so improbable that it was impossible to stop.

Yes, there were times when he wanted more from her than she could give. At times he wished her body darker, less angelic. Often he wished she had bigger tits, or that she would gush when she came, like his wife did. He regretted her lack of experience, and could think of many a nearly perfect moment that had been spoiled because of her ignorance or hesitation. He had to teach her to suck him right (although honestly, he thought, all men should have such problems), to use her tongue as much as her lips, and her teeth not at all -- and even when he had done so, he knew Sherry could do it better any night of the week. But Melanie would blow him enthusiastically, extemporaneously, and at “no charge.” She would suck him any time, and almost anywhere -- all he had to do was pull his dick out. And though he loved making her cum, it wasn’t required. She expected nothing back, and her pleasuring him was not just one step in a set routine. There was something so gratifying about possessing such total power over a young woman that he sometimes abused it just to revel in the feeling.

He did not love her, not with one ounce of his soul, one bone in his body. She probably did love him, though she had never said so. Somehow it wasn’t important -- their relationship was about needs, not about love. He fulfilled some need for her . . . father? brother? teacher? And she definitely satisfied his own needs for youth, excitement, variety, and domination. 

Sherry had discovered Melanie at the eleventh hour, right when his interest was beginning to flag. He had overdosed on Melanie’s selfless sexuality, and was beginning seriously to consider what risks to his life and family he was regularly incurring, when Sherry got tipped off by a colleague’s wife, and ruthlessly dissected every gory detail of their affair, right down to their last bed session. 

Neal had eventually opted for the “smart” course, choosing wife and family to oversexed coworker. But now, sitting alone in the dark, a cold wife haunting the house and the news girl preaching death and destruction, he wondered just how smart he had been. He hungered for Melanie’s soft, slim pussy, and the look her pale blue eyes assumed as she watched him eating her. He longed to lose his whole hard length in her, feeling how impossibly small and light and cool her body was beneath his bulk. To hear her prattle on about her ridiculous concerns would now be music to him; the moods and mannerisms that had seemed so childish were now feverishly erotic. The lightness of her voice, the clean smelling skin. The nonchalance of her sexuality once their affair had acquired its rhythm . . . 

There was that time when he came over after work and sat in the little recliner by the door. They were chatting, talking shop, things that happened at work that were beyond understanding. The look on the boss’s face, what a colleague said in reply. All the while she was straddling him, swaying against him; he held her tiny waist as she leaned back to pull off her shirt. As she added her own opinions, she was feeding him her pert little titties, pulling his head close. The story lost substance as he rubbed her through her shorts, as she unbuttoned his shirt. He finally stopped talking when she melted to the floor to unzip him . . . 

Neal sat up in his chair and peered through the half-light at his daughter. Strange.

Yes, it had been some motion of hers, some gesture, that had brought that night to mind. That had got him thinking of Melanie in the first place, in fact. When she had arced her back and stretched out on the couch, maybe -- such a smooth, liquid motion, so like Melanie during sex. Or had it been when she nestled against the back cushions, so childlike and unselfconscious -- like Melanie after sex? 

He sighed and shook his head: what animals men were. So insidious were his lusts that even his own daughter could trigger them. He had nearly resolved to pop into the bathroom for a quick wank when the back door jogged open and his son strode into the room, reeking of cigarettes.

“Hey, boy,” said Neal.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Y’allright?”

“Yeah.”

The boy immediately collapsed onto the floor next to the dog and the coffee table, his youthful senses detecting the nachos and cheese even in the dark. Impossibly loud crunches filled the room, drowning out the news.

“So . . . what’s up?” Neal said, trying again to make some effort at conversation.

“Nothing,” Josh replied, then added, incongruously, “Broke up with Jeanie.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, you are shitting me!” moaned Vanessa across the room. She sat up quickly, preparing to do battle with her brother. “What the hell is your problem?”

“I’m not the one with a problem, tubby,” sneered Josh derisively. She ignored him.

“Josh, you galactic dipshit -- Jeanie Crews actually liked you! She wasn’t just dating you for your car, or ‘cause you could buy her cigarettes! When’re you gonna wise up, dumbass?”

“Yeah, that’s right -- you’re one to talk, you slut!” Josh snarled back. “Go ahead and tell me what to do, you old fat-titty bitch!”

Neal leaned forward and stopped Josh from saying more, but not before Nessa’s contemptuous fuck you had been sounded. After that they were both silent for a few seconds until Josh finally left the room. His daughter then muttered a few curses for good measure and switched the lamp on beside her.

“I cannot believe he did that,” she told him. “Jeanie’s nice -- a hell of a lot nicer than most of his little twits! She actually has some class. And she really does like him. Myra -- that’s her sister -- she works at Denny’s too and she told me . . . ”

Neal nodded now and then, grunted in acknowledgment, but he heard none of it. 

The movement Nessa had made -- that oh so graceful movement, reminiscent of Melanie in all her glory -- she had been taking off her bra. It was the first thing he noticed when his eyes recovered from the lamp’s blinding glare: those unthinkably large cups and wide straps, discarded on the seat beside her. The next thing, which he couldn’t help but notice, were the broad fleshy lines of her cleavage, and the sharp dents her nipples made in the thin blue cotton of her tanktop. When his daughter gestured, those enormous breasts swayed hypnotically beneath the scrap of material.

He muttered some response, but he was thinking, unguardedly -- that’s twice, three times, five times as much tit as Melanie has! More than enough to lose your face in . . . more than enough to wrap around your cock . . . 

Neal broke away as soon as a pause occurred in the conversation, as soon as she was looking at the television and not at him. He was so hard inside his slacks that walking ten feet to the bathroom felt like walking a tightrope. 

Okay, so I’m a pig, he thought minutes later, as the rhythm of his fist finally slowed, and great blobs of cum spilled from his cock into the toilet. But I desperately needed that.

***

The house was incredibly still, and quiet. Sherry could hear the wind whistling through the attic -- or was that the barn? It may well have been; there were no other noises to interfere. Occasionally she heard the heater kick on, filling the house with a low, ominous hum that was somehow even more silent than dead silence. What she did not hear, and had pretty much stopped listening for, were Neal’s steps outside the bedroom door.

The glowing red digits on her bedside table read two fifteen. It was obvious that he wasn’t coming to bed. If he had come to bed two hours before, they would have argued. She would have asked him who the hell he thought he was, giving her the silent treatment when she had done nothing wrong. If he had come to bed an hour ago, after she had lain there alone and tearful, there would have been no argument. After all, he had been trying to appease her lately, attempting to push start the normal rhythm of their life together. And she did love him, despite everything. No matter how crushed were her feelings, her trust, and her vanity, she did love him. An hour ago she might have welcomed him into her bed -- they might have kissed and touched each other, and stayed awake until two fifteen making love, trying to get to know each other again.

But he hadn’t come at all. No words, no kisses, no presence even. She felt divorced already.

She knew where he was: asleep on the couch, in front of the television. The kids had gone to bed already -- she heard their feet on the stairs, their doors shutting. He alone would be downstairs, bathed in the flickering light of the TV screen, snoring and squirming in his sleep, unable to get comfortable. And here was a perfectly good bed, with fresh sheets and a down comforter, not to mention a girl in it. He preferred the cold discomfort of the den to this, solely because she was the girl. In some ways, it was the final insult.

Sherry turned onto her other side, hugging the coverlet around her. How did they ever get here, she wondered. How did two people with so much together let it all crumble away? Couldn’t they fight for it? Did everything have to be so bitter, so final?

They fought, all right. Incessantly, and usually in circles. When she first found out about Melanie, Neal had been apologetic and shameful. He had shouldered all the burden, taken all the blame. Perhaps he had not expected her to agree with him so wholeheartedly. When she did -- when she made it clear that she had done nothing to bring this on, nothing to deserve it -- then, she supposed, he had sickened of humble pie, and had gotten angry and spiteful. Then the accusations had come pouring in from his side, and all the things she “might have done” to prevent his straying were laid out before her.

If she worried more about being a wife, and less about being a mother, then maybe . . . , he said. If she were more of a mother and less of a layabout, then perhaps . . . If she contributed more, and criticized less -- if she listened to him instead of putting him down -- if she acknowledged him instead of tolerating him . . . 

Everything she did, everything she was fell under his withering scrutiny, and he fired callous remarks with a rapidity and venom that made her head spin. Everything, from her sexuality to her spending habits, even her housework, came under the gun. They spent hours wickedly debating the details while the bigger picture -- their marriage -- quietly decayed. 

Sherry had tried valiantly to understand it all, to fathom the source of his hatefulness and malice. She knew he felt trapped, of course -- every married woman expects a forty-something husband to feel “trapped” sooner or later. She thought she could relate to this emotion, since it was not uncommon for her to feel trapped herself. Helpless to prevent Vanessa’s waywardness, her insistence upon dressing and talking and living like slut despite all her talents and intelligence. Doomed to watch Joshua’s initiative sputter and die, so that he lived up to none of his promise, and gradually became just an ordinary man. She was even trapped in this bad play about mid-life crisis and “the other woman,” even though she had anticipated it, had taken steps to prevent it! No, it was no unusual thing for him to feel trapped. What was the line from that old movie? We are all caught in our private traps. Something like that. From Rear Window or Vertigo -- definitely a Hitchcock film, she was sure of it.




Snowed In Ch. 01



No, the real crusher had come when he admitted to feeling “bored” with her. Feeling trapped is conditional, it is circumstantial. You can change those conditions, alter those circumstances, get beyond it. But being bored? How do you counter that? How do you tell someone “No, you’re not bored with me”?

Above all, how could he possibly feel that way?

Okay -- putting sex aside for the moment. They shared everything, and enthusiastically. Neal had gotten her interested in history, and computers, and British Invasion rock. Mystery novels and science fiction. Cooking, gardening, travel -- these were things she had shared with him. She got him hooked on her old movies, so that Saturday had long been a ritual with them: dinner at a restaurant, back home for a classic film, and sometimes, up to bed for fun. It was all cozy, steady, and (she had thought) happy. It wasn’t boring -- surely not so tedious that he needed to hook up with some little tramp at work, to lie and pretend just so he could fuck her.

And speaking of fucking, what the hell was wrong with their sex life? Okay, so she wasn’t a teenager -- her body was older and plumper. Her skin wasn’t tight as a drum, her breasts sagged a little. But damn it, she wasn’t some old slug either! When she had stopped working a year ago, she had determined not to take it easy, not to allow herself to slide, physically or mentally. She power-walked or rode her bike. She treadmilled. She did sit-ups, every day. Okay, so she didn’t have a 22 inch waist, but she had a waist! She had big, glorious tits and a nice, rounded ass. She kept her hair long like Neal liked it.

And in bed? She was a tiger in bed. No, they didn’t fuck every night like honeymooners, but they did it often and it was good. Keeping the noise down was a fairly frequent concern in their bedroom, even though Sherry was sometimes tempted to let her kids hear them at it -- just to let them know that sex doesn’t have to be dirty, cheap and illicit. It could be nothing short of fantastic, even (especially!) between two old married people who loved each other. She liked sex, liked being fucked, liked Neal’s big dick and what he did with it, and how much spunk he shot when he came. She actually enjoyed going down on him, feeling that big man buck and hearing him cry when she made him cum. Honestly, the man had nothing to complain about. He had no reason to go wandering for fresh fields, no cause -- certainly no sexual cause! -- to find some other outlet for his passion.

Another line: I’m your wife, dammit! And if you can’t work up a little passion for me, then the least I require is respect and allegiance! 

Broadcast News, was it? No, it was Network, with Bill Holden.

“Oh fuck it,” she muttered, sitting up and reaching for her cigarettes. 

She may as well watch an old movie now, rather than lying there awake, remembering lines. Maybe there would be some much too long, big budget saga on -- something to get sucked into, or at worst, something so boring it would lull her to sleep. 

She turned on the TV and huddled the coverlet around her as the eerie gray light filled the room. The sterile light made the room seem even more empty and cold; she flicked through the channels quickly. It was nice, this -- not having to fight over the remote control, just watching what interested her. Ah, the little freedoms of a manless bed.

Trouble was, nothing interested her. Sitcoms from the seventies, infomercials, the utterly depressing shopping channels. A black-and-white movie caught her eye briefly, making her pause and sit up. But it was a silent film, and she quickly became frustrated with the actors’ broad histrionics. They reminded her of evil circus clowns. 

Almost at the end of the dial, she stopped. A man and a woman, grinning a bit stupidly at each other. He was forty or more; she couldn’t have been twenty-five. Dreadful fashion from the eighties: multicolored sweatsuit and headband on the girl, big open-collared shirt on the guy. Her blonde hair was teased and frosted, the man had a mullet. They were grouped closely in the shot, standing in a nondescript set that might well have been a hotel room.

Sherry smirked. She had never been a fan, but even she knew this was Reagan era, straight-to-video porn at its worst. And this was what her cable dollar got her.

Nevertheless, she edged up the volume curiously.

HER: -- said he’d be gone for a few hours.

HIM: Hmm, okay. Well, did he tell you exactly what your new job is?

HER: No, he didn’t say. He just told me to wait here. With you.

HIM: I see. Well, maybe we can find something to do . . . while we’re waiting.

That was it. Big shit-licking smile from the guy, they moved in close to kiss. Awful lounge jazz swelled up behind them.

So much for classic lines, Sherry thought, smiling. If that was what passed for dialogue, the script must have been three pages long. Good thing too, since the girl couldn’t act to save her life. She couldn’t have ad-libbed a cough, for Christ’s sake. And this was male fantasy: smile and say hello, and the beautiful girl wants to fuck you. Amazing.

Still, the girl had lovely tanned boobs -- real ones, no silicone -- which Mullet Guy didn’t hesitate to pull out for her. She was moaning ridiculously and biting her lip, watching the guy fondling and sucking on her nipples. Between the noise she was making and the sleazy soundtrack, Sherry was forced to lower the volume. But she kept it on, kept watching. There was something so raw about sex that even the poorest example of it had power enough to draw her attention. And though she personally wouldn’t have let Mullet Guy near her on her worst day, what he was doing to Headband Girl’s big pink nipples did look like fun. 

Within seconds of first contact the girl was completely naked and on her knees. Sherry was intrigued by her natural curves and her all-over tan -- she wasn’t “perfect,” but she did look real, and gloriously sexy. Sherry didn’t think she’d ever looked that good herself. The girl’s expression as she fumbled with the man’s belt and zipper was one of giddy amusement, her face seeming to indicate her joy at getting her hands on his cock, although really, Sherry thought, she was probably just glad she didn’t have to deliver any more lines. 

Sherry actually gasped a little when Mullet Guy’s cock popped out of his pants. He had a thick, fat dick rather like Neal’s. Even longer, perhaps. But it had that same lazy heaviness to it, bigger and thicker when flaccid than lots of guys were when hard. The girl put its ridged head between her cherry lips and sucked inexpertly; the fleshy rod throbbed and surged into life. No wonder Mullet Guy was a porn star, she thought. His dick just kept on going.

Along with the acting, the script, the set, the make up and the music, the editing was awful too: they cut to the guy’s face briefly, and then back to the sucking, which had obviously been going on a while. Someone had apparently told the girl she wasn’t taking him in enough, and now she had so much dick in her mouth her eyes were bugging out. She still made the occasional supposedly ecstatic moan, but she was clearly struggling to swallow inches of cock without gagging. Sherry shook her head disgustedly, knowing that she could have managed it perfectly. Stupid men and their young girl fixation.

Still, she couldn’t deny that the porn, crappy as it was, was having its effect: she was getting warm, and wet. Her nipples, already firm in the chilly air, were growing into solid, tingling points. She hated to succumb to such amateurish junk, but hell, it had been six weeks or so since she had any sex. 

Sherry leaned back against the wall, untied her nightgown, took out her breasts. Yes, she had nice, pretty tits -- pearly white and glowing in the faint light. Powdery smooth to the touch, and intensely warm. She toyed with her nipples carelessly and sighed, watching the poor girl smearing her spit and her lipstick all over that gigantic dick. What a dipshit -- all that to play with and she doesn’t know what to do with it. No finesse, no rhythm. She was making a blowjob look like work. 

Now if it was her . . . oh it was so easy to close her eyes and imagine it was her, servicing that big, swelling piece of meat. She licked her palms and ran them lightly over her nipples, thinking about how hot and electric that dick skin would feel against her lips, how it would throb on her tongue, the closeness of the tight brown curls, the scent of sex filling her nostrils. The soft, heavy balls brushing against her chin. The little jerks and spasms of the man as she worked her magic. And always, that delicious indecision -- should she take him all the way, suck and lick and coax until he shuddered and groaned, flooding her mouth? or should she pull off when he got close, when she felt his head grow tight and rock solid -- should she use all her oral skills merely to prep him for her pussy? She always lingered interminably between these two pleasant options, never knowing which she would opt for until the glorious moment came.

She had a hand in her panties now, was decisively and unabashedly pleasuring herself. If Neal were to come to bed now he’d find himself superfluous. The thought made her smile -- what would the poor man do? If he had been surprised to glimpse Vanessa’s tits that afternoon, how would he react to finding his “boring” little wife watching sleazy porn and jilling herself crazy? 

What a lovely, satisfying message to send him. Go away, you cheating mother fucker -- I’m managing well enough on my own.

She opened her eyes only occasionally to watch the screen, using what she saw there as fuel for her own rapid, spinning fantasy. Now they were fucking on the sofa -- Headband on top, facing away, Mullet thrusting upward into her. If that big dick had looked good in the girl’s mouth, it looked fucking marvelous barreling into her neatly coifed cunt. It was wide and thick, looking as big and round as her own wrist in the close up. Again and again it plunged deep into her as she thrust her hips back to envelop it. The hairs on his inner thighs were plastered down with sweat and sticky juice; the base of his enormous cock glistened with her moisture . . . 

Oh god, if that was her she’d fuck herself crazy. She’d impale herself on that fat dick until she couldn’t stand it anymore, until she flooded his lap with her cream. Then she’d have to pull off him slowly and clean him up, just bury her face in his lap and lick him clean, driving him out of his mind in the process . . . ooohhh she could be such a dirty little slut when she wanted to be, and she wanted to be now.

She opened her eyes again, just a peek: they were still at it, fucking their lives away. How did they do it, those porno guys? How did they just keep drilling away, endlessly, with such hot little tramps servicing them, and not lose their control? Were they just that disciplined -- true sexual athletes? or were there many many takes, or even (she shivered at the thought) many many cocks on hand? On and on Mullet Guy plowed, showing no signs of slackness, while the girl’s pussy had become a funky, frothy mess . . . Sherry’s own cunt began aching with every thrust. She burned to feel all of that magnificent prick inside of her, cupped her pussy and burrowed fingers between her wet lips. Oh God, the ache, the emptiness . . . For one weak instant she was desperately tempted to go find Neal -- not to make up or to please him, just to use him, just to exploit his big cock and scratch her itch. No, never . . . she wouldn’t do that. But oh shit, how she wished she had something -- a dildo, a vibrator, carrot, cucumber, anything. 

Now the camera angle changed -- she watched the man’s fingers kneading into the girl’s descending butt, leaving bloodless white handprints when he let go. God damn it to hell, it all looked so damned good. So good. Her fingers were strained and tired, cramping even -- but she couldn’t stop.

To have a man like that -- oh not Mullet Guy with his medallions and his sleazy grin -- but to have a man equipped like that, with that much control. To have him right now, with her, in her. Better: to have him with her, fucking seven bells out of her, and to have Neal know it. Now that was a fantasy. Now every thrust, every penetration had new delight as she imagined his powerless, anxious face . . . Perhaps he’d be just outside the door, listening, unable to interfere . . . Or maybe he’d be watching, his puzzled and desperate expression only spurring her on as this other man, this giant stranger stabbed her relentlessly with his huge tool, while she moaned and sighed and wriggled against him, loving his heated breath against her back, and his possessive hands on her ass, and the heat of his immense dick filling her belly . . . 

Eyes open: now he was on top. It was incredible, just in-fucking-credible. The camera was in way, way close, and he was pulling his length and girth almost completely out of her sopping pussy, and then slowly sliding all the way back in. All the way, every single inch of him, up to his balls. He was disappearing in her, the lucky little bitch.

Sherry whimpered and looked at the night stand. Oh why the hell didn’t she get with it? Why couldn’t she be a proper twenty-first century woman and own a damned dildo? Vanessa probably had one, probably had several. 

Cigarettes. Lighter. Can of Coke -- better not try that. 

Remote control?

Yes. It was long and narrow and it was there, in her grasp. She snatched it up, turned her eyes back to the screen in time to see the man’s pace increasing, his big balls slamming against the girl, his ramrodding cock bathed in clinging girl cum. Sherry gasped aloud as the slender instrument touched her pussy; her breathing came in fits and starts as she shifted downward on the bed, trying to raise her cunt to accommodate the makeshift dildo. An inch of it in -- lovely. Another inch, oh so nice -- the little rubber buttons rubbed her clit! 

All the way in, all the way in, yes just like him, just like his monstrous, merciless cock was sliding all the way into her . . . ooohhh Jesus Mary and Joseph . . . all of it, every last bit, you son-of-a-bitch! Oh god yes, every fucking inch!

Mullet had pulled out now, he was jacking in the girl’s face. Every vestige of delicacy, femininity, prettiness was drained from her -- she shuddered and grimaced before his tremendous cockhead, her hair a mess, her make up smudged, mascara running, lipstick smeared all around her gaping mouth . . . His hand wrenched a tangle of her hair, held her head still, made her look, forced her to want it. It was absurd, preposterous, thoroughly sexist -- the girl waiting in the office, responding to the pathetic advances of a slimeball, now being humiliated, subjugated, facially raped. But oh god, it looked good, and Sherry couldn’t stop plunging the device, in and out, in and out. 

She came like a freight train: long and slow and steady. Chills swept over her whole body just seconds before the man’s cock spat its thick spume onto the girl’s cheeks and lips. Her pussy clenched and contracted around the remote and a fire spread through her chest as the girl accidentally caught a huge spurt of cum in her mouth. Her weary, cramped fingers were bathed in a surge of juice, while the man slapped the girl with his deflating dick, and wiped its slimy head against her cheeks. She shivered and sighed, long and unsteadily, the last gut-wrenching spasms resounding through her from head to toe, while the shaken girl took the dying monster between her untidy lips, to milk out its last drops.

She lay there a long time, trying to decide whether to be relieved or ashamed. When the ticklish process of extracting the remote control was completed, she decided that -- however weird that had been -- she had nothing to be ashamed of. If there was a real willing dick in the house she would have fucked it instead. If Neal wasn’t man enough to provide her with pleasure, then damn it, she’d provide her own. Hell, she’d find someone who would provide it -- every single fucking inch of it.

At the very least, she’d never have to fight him for the remote again. It was now unquestionably hers, she thought, as she casually touched its sweet little buttons to her tongue.

***

The soft pads of footsteps in the chilly hallway. A groaning creak; he winced. He’d forgotten about that board. 

He tried the knob gingerly: locked. He frowned, tapped the door with only his fingernail, but steadily.

“What?” came a harsh whisper, eventually.

“Open up,” he whispered back.

“What do you want?”

“Come on, open up!”

Footfalls within. The door opened a crease, painfully slowly.

“What?”

“Christ, did you hear her?”

“Yes, I heard her. You shouldn’t be listening -- go back to bed!”

“Lemme come in a while.”

“No.”

“Aw come on, you said no last night!”

“Josh! It’s too quiet tonight! Dad’s not in there snoring, Mom might hear us --”

“Just for a little while. Come on, please?”

She sighed, opened the door wider. He passed into her room silently. It was crazy, but she had the toughest time saying no to him. 

December Twenty-fourth

Everyone in the Ford home arose late the next day. Even Neal, the proverbial early bird, did not awaken until nine thirty, though the couch was horribly uncomfortable and his neck painfully stiff. 

One reason for the tranquilized condition of the family was that they had all enjoyed gratifying and powerful orgasms the night before. 

Sherry of course was completely spent after her solo flight: beyond doubt, the most fun she had ever had with a piece of video equipment.

Neal recovered sufficiently from his furtive wank in the bathroom that evening to coax another cum from his prick around one o’clock -- a cum inspired, in roughly equal proportions, by the porn channel, memories of Melanie, and a torrent of guilty, half-suppressed thoughts about his daughter’s milk-filled breasts.

Of course, another reason for the Fords’ late rising was the weather. It had remained bitingly cold all night long, even with the heat going. And the light which managed to penetrate the blinds and curtains throughout the house was feeble and dim. At first Neal had thought the den clock must be wrong -- that steely, gunmetal gray outside belonged to the sky of six o’clock, not half past nine. Upon arising at last, he peered out the window into the backyard, stopped rubbing his neck, and whistled.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said.

Everything was white. Bright, glistening white. It had actually snowed.

Amazing. Oh, it wasn’t much by any standards. Just a light frosting. Still, he hadn’t seen snow of any kind for nearly fifteen years. He loved the look of new snow -- it always made everything look so clean and fresh. It took him back to his childhood in Indiana. For a long while he just stood at the frosty window and drank it in.

So . . . the weather man had been right, for a change. He remembered the conversation he had with Nessa last night -- it came swimming back to him through a wave of indecent fantasies. Wouldn’t she be thrilled when she awoke? Automatically, he wondered what Melanie thought of it, how she must look at her window, how cozy it would be to be standing behind her there, stroking her hair. How lovely some lazy, late morning sex with her would feel, with all that cold whiteness just outside . . . 

A noise on the stair distracted him. Improbably, it was Josh, his six-foot-four frame stumbling about like one of the living dead. He halted at the entrance to the den, and one-upped Neal by exclaiming, “What the fuck?”

“Well said,” Neal laughed. “It’s snow.”

The boy yawned and scratched his nuts. 

“This is Florida,” he offered.




Snowed In Ch. 02



December Twenty-sixth

Sherry Ford had passed a strange night, one that she was sorry to emerge from alone, in a cold, empty bed.

After she had locked Neal out of her room -- secretly relishing the thought of him freezing his balls off in the den -- she had climbed under the many layers of thick blankets naked, with her fun little toy. She had spent a glorious couple of hours experimenting with it the previous night, and looked forward to exhausting herself with pleasure again. 

The only trouble was, in the dead silent house, without even the heater to provide some occasional masking noise, the buzz of the little motor sounded like a jet on a runway, warming up its engines. She discovered that the vibrator made hardly any noise when it was all the way inside her, sounding like nothing so much as a meandering bumblebee. Which was fine -- way up inside her was exactly where she wanted the thing, and she spent a very pleasant half hour barely nudging it into her, holding onto the little bear, and enjoying the way his snout bumped against her clit. Since Vanessa had made her aware of just how easily her moans and groans could be heard, she was careful to muffle her face with a pillow, and confine herself to painfully silent gasps and moans as she imagined her fit, dutiful and capable younger lover, burrowing his cock into her and whispering filthy words into her ear. 

After she had come (how intense it was, a silent orgasm!) she left the thing inside her, buzzing merrily away, and before long the burbling, droning white noise (not to mention three glasses of Scotch) sent her off to sleep.

Around three thirty she awakened briefly, thinking that she had heard noises in the house. She listened closely and could barely make out what sounded like voices. The dildo had slid out of her while she slept, but not before its tingling presence had inspired some lovely dreams. She switched it off to concentrate on the whispering sounds, but they were gone. Probably the TV, she thought, and she drifted off again.

She woke again around six, the first drab hints of light invading her room, and remembered: there couldn’t have been any television playing in the house -- the power was still off. If it was on again the heater would surely be going. She was also dismayed that the dildo’s battery was nearly dead -- she switched on the poor sticky, discarded toy and got only the tiniest of buzzes, even though it was switched to HIGH. She played with it for a few minutes nevertheless, before sliding into sleep again, and this time her dreams were not so good -- full of whispers and peering eyes, and ghosts lurking in the darkness.

Just before nine she woke for good, and climbed out of the warm bed only because she had to pee so bad. In the bathroom she remembered her dreams, and her poor dead dildo, and the mysterious noises that had disturbed her. Was the house haunted or something? And if it was, why did the stupid ghost have to just whisper in the walls? Why couldn’t it be a nice, handsome ghost with a supernaturally-charged dick -- who could flit through the walls at night and give her a little relief? 

***

As he put the water on the stove Neal’s mind was full of miserable self-congratulation.

After all, only he could have created such an abominable situation. Only he, stuck in a house with no electricity and no car, could so arrange things that he had cause to dread the appearance of both of the two females sharing his captivity. Hell, only he could have managed simultaneously to piss off the only other female in his life simply by sending her an email.

Yes, indeed -- quite a track record he was acquiring with the female sex. Melanie now apparently had no use for him whatsoever, and had taken special pains to give his computer the equivalent of mumps, German measles and the backdoor trots all rolled into one. His wife of twenty years was now perfectly happy to consign his frozen ass to the den floor, and missed him in her bedroom so much that she was fingering herself silly at night. And to top things off, Nessa -- the apple of his eye, his one great solace in a harsh world -- had been allowed to watch, appalled, while her father jackhammered his own meat like a monkey at the zoo. 

Yes, it was quite scintillating of him. No one else could have managed to singlehandedly isolate every woman in his life with so much vigor and verve.

And why, one is compelled to ask? Why? Perfectly simple -- because of his big, stupid, insatiable dick! 

Neal shook his head and cursed under his breath, recalling the whole sorry affair. What was most appalling, what made him feel the most guilt, so that he cringed inside his own skin, was that while he had been pulling so ferociously at himself -- yes, even at the exact moment his only daughter had discovered him, he had been thinking of her naked body. His own flesh and blood, stripped bare and offered up to his mind’s eye for his despicable consumption. In great works of literature beloved daughters inspired their fathers to do good deeds, to tap hidden resources, to sacrifice their own selfish ends for their dear daughter’s sakes. But not Neal. His daughter inspired in him a huge, guilt-soaked erection, and the frantic need to jack off like a schoolboy. It was disgusting.

The water began to boil as these thoughts sounded and resounded through his head. He opened the oven, which he’d cranked up to 450, to allow some warmth to flood down onto his stocking feet.

While he tapped coffee into the pot, throwing in an extra smidge to make up for his troubled sleep, he began to believe that he really was the cause of all his family’s current misery. All their suffering and heartache was down to him -- him and his unappeasable prick.

Well, that was being a bit melodramatic, perhaps. Josh and Nessa didn’t really seem all that miserable. If there was suffering and heartache churning inside their minds then they could conceal it well. It was one thing that made Sherry’s “for the kid’s sake” plea seem unrealistic; relatively speaking, the kids were fine. They at least seemed to have some secret method for escaping all the chaos and disorder he had caused. 

But the rest of it -- he and Sherry’s desperate, depressing animosity, and poor Melanie’s jaded bitterness and spite -- yes, they were all his fault. His actions to Melanie, his words to Sherry now played over his mind like a bleak, late night movie on a snowy channel: half remembered, half incomprehensible, all of it dismal and disheartening. For the first time since his affair with Melanie had begun, he felt thoroughly ashamed of himself.

Noises on the stairway. He turned and stood before the stove, watching the kitchen door uneasily. Who would it be? If it were Nessa, how in God’s name would he look her in the eye?

It was Sherry. She was looking a little puffy about the eyes, a little disheveled. But she also looked warm and inviting in a way, wrapped up in her familiar mouse-colored robe with the tie cinched around her waist, her long brown hair hastily secured with a clip.

“Morning,” she said, standing at the door.

“Morning,” he said, amazed, even thrilled that something so mundane as a greeting could still pass between them. “Want some coffee?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, starting for the pot.

“No, no -- you sit. I’ve got it.”

“Oh.” She paused for a moment, then sat at the table. “Thank you.”

Maybe the worst thing of all, he thought, as his wife yawned behind him, was that he had robbed her of something. He wasn’t sure how to define it, and was damned sure he couldn’t put it into words yet. But for all her tenacity in defying him, for all her resolve in banning him from their room or pouncing upon the slightest pretext to argue with him, he could tell he had deeply wounded her. He could see it in her face, hear it in her voice. Her willingness to put all the blame on him annoyed him still, and her unspoken determination that he should pay unceasingly, abjectly, for his wrongs frustrated and angered him. Nevertheless, it was easy to see that she was not the same Sherry. Some essential part of her was missing, and he had taken it.

“Sugar or sweetener?” he asked.

“Brandy,” she replied. “It’s above the stove in the cabinet.”

He stirred the coffee silently. Brandy, in the morning? His wife, never more than a social drinker, was turning into a fish. He’d been noticing her frequent nips from one or more bottles lately, but this was something else. And there was the Valium she’d been popping. He reckoned it had all started about two months before -- which meant, about the time she found out about Melanie. One more thing for him to feel guilty about.He would have said nothing about it if, when he returned to the table, she hadn’t been lighting a cigarette as well.

“You’ve, uh, been hitting those rather hard lately, haven’t you?” he remarked, grim-faced.

“No,” she said. Then she laughed, joylessly. “Got nothing else hard to hit.”

“Well, between those and the booze --”

“Oh, shut up, Neal.”

A period of silence passed between them while Neal regrouped. He did not want to start the day with another argument.

“Stopped snowing,” he said.

“Good. I guess.”

“It’s about four inches, I reckon. Back home it would be nothing. But here, we’re practically snowed in.”

She nodded. 

“I guess I should do something with the food in the fridge,” she wondered aloud. “Maybe put it outside, in the snow.”

“Good idea.”

“What about the eggs, do you think?”

He sipped his coffee thoughtfully. “They should be fine for a little while. But if you put ‘em outside they’ll freeze.”

She sighed. “I guess I should cook them up then.”

She started to stand. .

“No, no, no!” said Neal, rising and holding out his hand. “You sit there, get warm. I’ll put them on in a little bit, for us.”

“The kids might want some.”

“Oh . . . let the kids sleep. They’re probably worn out from . . . playing in the snow or something. Try to get them up now, as cold as it is, and we’ll have a fight on our hands.”

“All right, all right,” she said, settling back in her chair. She wore a different smile now, and he knew her well enough to know it wasn’t a generous smile -- not a well-wishing smile. It was more of a wiseguy grin -- an “I know what you’re up to but it won’t work” kind of expression. 

Neal was so steeped in his newfound remorse that he did not begrudge her the look, nor the sentiment that inspired it. She was skeptical of him, and why shouldn’t she be? She didn’t trust his kindness -- what reason did she have to trust it? Or to trust him? Wasn’t he the same pig who’d been lusting after their daughter not twelve hours before?

Of course, there was another motivation developing for his courtesy to her, one which he was only dimly aware of at first. He could smell her pussy again, even under the thick robe. He found himself thinking what a perfect morning it was for lovemaking, that the kids would be sure to be asleep for hours yet, that it was cold just about everywhere in the house except in bed, that they could go nowhere and were expected nowhere anyway. And that for all their recent troubles, for all his reasons for resenting her, his wife was somehow exuding a raw, tangible sexuality that made him hunger for her. Long before he was aware he was doing it, he was fantasizing about her familiar and well-traveled curves and crevices, and remembering fondly just how good her pussy tasted, and picturing her breasts bared and splayed beneath him while he fucked her. 

What was especially disheartening, even humiliating, was that he knew that she knew what he was thinking. That she had lived with him for so long, was so fluent in his expressions and mannerisms, she knew what questions he was asking before he even began to approach them. He also knew what her answers would be.

“I don’t even know why we’re doing this,” Sherry said, before her husband could say anything else.

“Doing what? We’re just drinking coffee.”

“No, any of this. Why you’re here, why you came back. You don’t want to be here, with me.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You wouldn’t rather be with Melanie? Are you honestly telling me that?”

As always when she mentioned the girl’s name, Neal’s face hardened and his eyes dropped. It was a stabbing tactic she had developed early on, a reminder that his infidelity was the sole cause for their problems. Sherry hated herself for using it now, when he was obviously trying to be nice. But she had read his meandering thoughts in his face -- had detected his lustful sniffing, and knew what he intended before he did. 

Sniffing. Yes that was it, all right. He could smell her. She deliberately opened her legs beneath the table and hitched up her robe a little, hoping to infuse the room.

“No,” he told her. “I wouldn’t rather be with Melanie.”

“No?”

“No. I told you, I’m through with her.”

She squinted at him. “You’re through with her or she’s through with you?”

Again his face hardened. God damn the man! Had he been in touch with her recently? Yesterday, perhaps? Last night? There was definitely something kicking up his lusts, of that she was sure. It wasn’t just the scent of morning pussy.

“I am through with her,” he said, emphatically tapping the table. “Sherry, this is never going to work until you believe something -- anything! -- that I say.”

“I’m not sure you want it to work.”

“Yes, I do.”

She wrapped her hands around the warm cup and said nothing for awhile.

It was miserable, but it was at least a different kind of misery. Her happy little toy had scratched some itch in her, that was certain, and had drained the bile and the nervous fuss out of her argument. She could come at him coldly, almost impartially, while he was clearly in some sort of emotional straits. 

Sherry knew she couldn’t do without a lover indefinitely. She couldn’t make do with just a dildo for her pleasure, anymore than her deviant daughter could. But it had steadied her nerves some. Whereas Neal looked a nervous wreck.

“Over well, please” she said.

He stared at her uncomprehendingly.

“With toast?”

“Oh,” he said, sighing. 

While he was warming up the pan, she snuck a finger between her clammy pussy lips and sniffed it. Christ, she did have a smell -- she reeked! Knowing Neal, it was driving him nuts.

“You know what you need?” he asked, sitting down again, his face serious.

“Ho, what do I need, Neal?” she laughed.

“I’m going to tell you.”

“Yes? Tell me.”

“You need help.”

Now it was her turn to stare. 

“I need help. I do?”

“Well, yeah, I need help too, but it’s probably too late for me. I’m a dirty, rotten bastard who should have his nuts chopped off -- we both know that. But that doesn’t change the fact that you need help. And I do want to help you, Sherry.”

She shook her head, as though in a fog. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“You’re hurt. And you have needs, and you have drives. And I don’t want to see you that way --”

“Oh my God,” she interrupted, setting her cup down. “Well, I’d like to say nice try, Neal, but it wasn’t. It’s pathetic. Honestly, was that supposed to --”

“It’s not supposed to do anything. Quit second-guessing every fucking thing I say!”

Sherry stopped. His eyes were a little crazy, and the finger he pointed at her was trembling -- actually trembling. Whatever he was saying, she knew he was sincere.

“Now . . . it’s all . . . all turning to shit between us,” he continued erratically, “and it’s my fault. Okay? It’s my fault, all of it. And I’m unbelievably, just unbelievably sorry for that. But you -- you’re not yourself, Sherry! You’re in some kind of trouble and you need help. And I’m just . . . I’m trying to say . . . ”

“What?” she asked, as his voice trailed off. “What are you trying to say?”

What happened next was a total surprise. There was a noise at the kitchen door, and he nearly fell on the floor, he was so surprised. It was Vanessa, sleepy-eyed and bedraggled, but smiling. Hi, Mom -- Hi, Daddy she chirruped, like she had a thousand times before. But when their little girl passed by them, kissing her father’s forehead on the way to the stove, there passed such a look of confusion and shame and desperation over Neal’s face that for a moment, a few seconds only, Sherry thought he was going to burst into tears.

***

The day passed surreally: unthinkably quiet, deadly slow. All the normal signs of their life were mysteriously absent, replaced by unfamiliar impressions and sounds. No sunshine, only charcoal skies and white lawns. No birds singing, only whistling wind. No television sounds, only the weather report on Josh’s portable stereo. 

They passed much of the day inside the kitchen, mere inches and feet apart, only rarely acknowledging each other. Vanessa read a book about pregnancy. Josh either smoked or ate constantly; Sherry just smoked and drank pots of coffee. Neal stared out the window. It was like they were strangers, all waiting for the same bus to arrive. 

By three o’clock, Sherry actually went to find some board games in the hall closet -- monuments to “family nights” that hadn’t happened in years. When she returned, Neal had snuck away, and she set up to play Clue with Vanessa. 

“Daddy went for a walk outside,” Vanessa said.

“Oh. He all right?”

“Yeah. He just seems a little . . . preoccupied. Ooh, can I be Miss Scarlet?”

***

Neal spent the better part of the colorless day trying not to think -- about Sherry, about Melanie, about Nessa, about his own frantic state of mind. Naturally his uneasiness made him uncommunicative, so he could do nothing but think.

His half-selfish, half-well meant seduction attempt that morning had been ruthlessly shot down by Sherry’s quick wit and penetrating stare. If he could have walked away from it mad at her, he might have been okay. But instead he found himself wanting her all day long. Not since they were kids had he wanted her so badly, thought about her so much.

As for Nessa, Neal had expected a wide variety of reactions from her, but not the one he got. Far from seeming hurt, or scared, or unsure, she positively fawned on him. Jumping up to fill his coffee cup, rubbing his shoulders, giving him little kisses. Did she always treat him like that? Given his enormously guilty conscience, he couldn’t be sure -- everything she did seemed so suggestive, like a big tease. Once he thought he caught her and Josh grinning at each other, as though they were sharing some private joke.

Her stance, her smiles, even her very proximity to him now seemed suspicious, questionable. He spent the entire wretched day torn between a desire to fuck his wife and a desire to feel his daughter. Since both were (for different reasons) out of bounds, Neal was beside himself with frustrated tension by nightfall, and wasn’t even sure he could rely on conventional methods of relieving it.

Without actually asking, he let Sherry know with a look how much he wanted to sleep together that night. She didn’t say no at first, but when he followed her upstairs with his guttering candle she was waiting in the doorway with a troubled expression. 

“I don’t think we’d better, Neal,” she told him. “There’s still . . . too much we need to talk about.”

He wanted to scream at her, to vent his rage for the whole terrible day in her direction. But he only nodded, and slouched back down the stairs. His bed on the floor was already made up for him. 

By Sherry or by Nessa, he wondered, as he crawled in.

***

“Oh Jesus, you have got some kind of balls, Ness,” her brother said, laughing.

“Thanks,” she said sarcastically, pulling her bra strap over her shoulder. “That’s a great thing to say to a girl who just let you fuck her.”

He was shaking his head, still laughing, and grinning inanely. 




Snowed In Ch. 02



After several weeks of lovemaking and being in tight quarters Beth and Tom took the time to dig their way out to take a hike in the woods to just see how badly the snow had come down. They put on the snow shoes that Tom had brought with him from his cabin, they hiked to the top of the tree line. Along the way Tom had set traps and snares to hopefully catch a rabbit or something for meat, he had also brought along his rifle just in case they came across a deer or wild turkey. 

As far as they could see was snow covered and from what Tom could tell pretty impassable for a while, even though the weather had gotten warmer some what it would be several weeks or more before they would be really able to get down off the mountain if they really wanted to. Spending so much time together they had discovered that they like a lot of the same things, family, children, history, music and the outdoors. They both liked living here in the mountains though solitary at times it was indescribably beautiful most of the time.

As they headed back to the cabin they came across a hot spring, looking longingly at each other they decided to take a soak in the hot waters. Taking their clothes off they slowly lowered themselves. The warmth of the water felt so good after the coldness that had held them hostage the last several weeks. Not that they complained they had grown to love being with each other.

Tom took Beth into his arms and kissed her deeply, Beth wrapped her legs around Tom. Holding onto each other tightly with the feel of the hot water surrounding them the feelings of love and comfort cutting through the cold to warm them inside out. Their bare chests touching, their bodies mostly submerged in water as hot as their passion, they stayed there for a long time only holding each other and kissing passionately at times. It just felt good to them to be there together, to be together and feel the nature of love that surrounded them in their high altitude love nest.

They returned to the cabin on the way Tom checked the traps and found a rabbit in one and he took it from the snare, snapped it's neck and placed it in his leather pouch. The walk home though cold they felt warm inside and out from their time in the spring and just being together even though they didn't make love, they felt the love piercing them to their cores. What would come next for them they had no idea. 

Back at the cabin Tom skinned and cut up the rabbit, he fried it up while Beth peeled potatoes and set them to boil. It seemed natural to them to be so domestic with one another, and so right just to be together. Dinner was finished; Beth had set a candlelit picnic in front of the fireplace, with wine, rabbit and potatoes. They ate and talked of what a future could be like.

"What do you think would have happened if Paul hadn't sent me up here?"

"I don't know, I do know that it wouldn't have been as amazing as these last weeks have been. I wouldn't have felt all these amazing feelings that I have or made love with such passion as I have never felt before. The lone solitude may have made me go insane perhaps, who knows. But that didn't happen did it?

"No," Tom said as her move a piece of hair that had fallen over her face back over her ear.

"You did come and you have made me the happiest that I think I have ever been," Beth said as she leaned over to kiss him gently on the lips. Tom returned her kiss, "It's been a long time since I have been this happy and you are the reason for it Beth. When my wife and son died I thought my life was over and that I could never be that happy again. You have shown me that I can. Thank you for that."

"No need to thank me, we have been there for each other at a time when we both needed it. I think that what ever fate has in store for us next will be the most wonderful experience in the world, for both of us."

"I think you may be right on that," he said moving over to nuzzle her neck.

In that instant their clothes were gone, and Tom had Beth's pussy in his mouth sucking on her clit wildly, sliding a finger inside moaning as she moaned at the pleasure of his touch. Her hand was in his hair holding him to his task, her other roaming over her own breasts, teasing her nibbles. The intense pleasure she felt moved through her body, she had never been as happy as this ever with anyone. She felt his fingers probe her, his tongue slide over her skin making her wet beyond belief. His hands were on her legs then lifting them toward her head she wondered what he had in mind now, when she felt his tongue on her hole, then a finger pressed against it, pushing to make entry. She had never done that before she tensed for a moment then relaxed, she loved this man and she would let him do anything to bring them both the pleasure they desired.

Tom wasn't sure whether or not Beth would like what he was doing he had enjoyed anal sex once before and he wanted Beth all of her, when he felt her relax at his entrance with his finger he knew she wanted it just as much as he did. He continued to push his finger forward into her, she was tight and warm, his spat on his finger and reentered her. Moving more easily he added another finger, it was so hot watching his finger slide in and out of her. Her lowered his mouth down on her pussy and sucked intensely on her clit while moving his finger gingerly in and out of her ass. He knew she must be liking it as she thrashed about and moaned loudly at his administrations.

She could hardly believe how wonderful it felt to have him making her so hot and wild, she couldn't help herself. Her body was shaking wildly at the pleasure he was giving both of her holes, she had never felt this way before with anyone and would never that she would enjoy anal sex, she had touched herself there once before but felt weird about it and hadn't done it again. But this, this was amazing and she couldn't wait to feel what was next.

He added yet another finger making three, sliding them quickly in and out of her, he was getting so hot he didn't know how much longer he could control his urge to put more than just his fingers inside her. But he didn't want to do something that she didn't like, fingers were one thing but putting his cock deep inside her was something different all together.

"Baby, I love you so much," he said as he lifted his head from her pussy moving up her body to kiss her.

"I love you too, so much I can hardly believe it."

"would you like something other than my fingers inside you?"

"I would love you being right where your fingers are now, it feels so amazing, I've never done it before."

"Are you sure you want to," his eyes trained on hers for any sign of fear.

"I am so sure," she said as she drew him into a deep kiss.

He kissed her deeply moaning into her mouth as he withdrew his fingers from her, reaching over he grabbed the glass of wine off the table, wetting his hand then rubbing on his cock. He moved over her, slowly entering her. He watched her face for any sign that she may want him to stop, her eyes were closed, her head tipped back, he thought she may want him to stop. Then he felt her hand on his hip, pulling him forward encouraging him forward. He obliged and sank deeper into her, she was so tight he was afraid of hurting her and stopped with each move forward allowing her to become accustomed to him.

She was amazed by the feeling of him inside her, it hurt a little, but it felt better after he began to move again after each time he stopped. Then he felt him stop and she knew he was all the way inside her. His mouth took her feverishly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, please don't stop."

That was all that he needed, he moved up to his knees pulling her up with him, he began grinding his hips into her, pulling slowly out and driving back inside her. The feeling was almost too much for him, but he pushed past it wanting to prolong the feeling of being so in tune with her body. She was beyond any pain now, and forcing her hips forward to meet his thrusts, he making her feel out of control, and she was enjoying the feeling. She lifted her body forward taking him off balance, he fell backwards taking her with him. She landed on top of his chest, she took his lips in a furious kiss, using her hands and pushing herself back upright, she guided him back in place and began riding him.

He was taken back when she began riding his cock, but amazed at the sight of her breasts bouncing as she moved. He reached up and ran his hands over them, tweaking her nibbles, sliding his hands down her sides, over her belly. If she continued too much more he didn't think he could hold on.

His hands on her body had her tingling all over, she was so near to going over the edge, then she felt his fingers on her, rubbing her clit, throwing her head back with the shear pleasure of it, ground herself on his cock. She was close very, very close. 

The look of pleasure on her face as his fingers on her was all he could take, he thrust wildly, and as she ground her hips on him, he thrust his fingers deeply inside. Sounds of great passion roared through the room as they came together. Breathless she fell forward, laying on his chest as it heaved while trying to calm down.

He could not believe how wonderful that had been, she could not have been more responsive to him should he have asked for it. They lay together for what seemed like hours, their bodies calming down from their high.

"I love you, I cannot believe how wonderful, amazing and beautiful that was."

"I love you, too. They aren't enough words to describe how I feel about you and our time here together."

Laying together in front of the fire they slept easily, waking in the night and making love once again. 

She woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee, then she felt the sudden urge to vomit. Running from the living room to the bathroom. She clutched to bowl as she retched into it.

He heard hurried footsteps and the door to the bathroom slamming he went to check on her as he did he heard her vomiting. He knocked on the door before entering.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm not sure why that happened. I need to go lay down for a little bit, do you mind?"

"Of course not, go lie down and I'll make you some tea alright?"

"Alright, thank you."

She went over to the bed and laid down on top of the covers, her stomach not yet wanting to calm down but feeling better with her stomach empty. She laid there wondering what could have made her vomit so, then she knew. She hadn't had a period since when, she thought back, perhaps since after the big storm. She was pregnant and she knew it. But she began to worry about Tom, what would he think of having another child, what did she feel about having a child. It was something she knew she wanted when the time was right, but was it right with someone she barely knew, stuck in a cabin in the woods, here it was easy with nothing else to do, but when the snow melted and they could get beyond these walls what would happen then, would they still love each other? All these questions filled her mind as she fell to sleep.

He watched her intently as she lay upon the bed sleeping, he wondered if she realized that she could possibly be pregnant, he thought about it, that was all he could think about. A child, his child, their child a child of love. Love here, beyond these walls would it last. Now there was a child to consider. He knew in her condition that the snow would have to melt soon so he could get her off the mountain should something happen. The thought of losing either one of them was overwhelming. He didn't think he would be able to handle losing the people who meant the most in his life ever again. He would do everything in his power to keep them both safe.

She awoke looking about the room she didn't see Tom anywhere, she sat up and walked to the back door. There he was shoveling the snow out of the way of the barn. 

"Hello, what are you doing?"

"Just trying to keep ahead of the snow as it melts, it's warmed up a bit it's starting to melt."

"Wonderful, would you like some lunch?"

"Sounds great, I'll finish up here."

"Okay."

She set about making some sandwiches out the bacon that was cooked this morning that set her stomach off. A baby, she reached down and rubbed her stomach. The thought now eased her mind, she was already in love with his child as much as she was with him. Happily she put the sandwiches on the plate along with some cheese and some fresh vegetables from the cool box on the back porch. Pouring lemonade into two glasses she sat them on the table in the living room in front of the fire, then went to sit down in the rocking chair to wait for him to come in.

He was walking into the living room when he seen her sitting there in the rocking chair in the corner, when he saw her his heart stopped, she was caressing her stomach lovingly. She knew and now so did he, a child was coming. He smiled a walked over to her and placed his hand on top of hers.

"Are you okay with this?" she said looking over at him.

"I am more than okay with it, it's wonderful. What about you?"

"I love you and I love this child."

"How long do you think before he or she arrives?"

"We have plenty of time, about seven and a half months. So don't worry the snow will be melted long before we need any help."

"I know, it's just I couldn't handle losing either of you. I couldn't go through that again."

"Don't worry nothing is going to happen, we are fine," she said she placed his hand on her belly and hers on top of his.

The snow continued to melt the weather was much warmer the ground was beginning to show through the snow, just as much as their child was beginning to show. At four months Beth worried about how big she was becoming, she had resorted to wearing sweatpants pulled down as far as possible, she worried that it was possible she was carrying twins which ran in her family and made it more likely that they needed to get down from the mountain sooner rather than later. Twins tend to come early and she worried about complications during birth. She had told Tom of her concerns and he had left earlier on horseback to check out the trail to see if it was safe enough for them to head down the mountain. She hoped he would be back soon.

He knew the risk no matter what was better than keep her here much longer, but the trail looked good. He would head back and gather their things and get her down so she could get to a doctor to make sure that they were all fine. When she told him about the fact that she thought that she might be carrying twins it made the feeling of wanting her down safe more urgent. Twins, two, good Lord what was he going to do about that? Marry their mother immediately actually.

He arrived back at the cabin and told Beth the good news, he began the task of putting the shutters on the windows for their lengthy departure from their love nest in the mountains. It was more important for them to be near a hospital and real doctors should she need help. Gathering their belongings he put them in the wagon and hitched the team to it, they couldn't leave the chickens and the cow for the time they would be gone so he crated up the chickens and tied the cow to the wagon.

Seated in the wagon they took one last look back at their home, smiled at each other and he started the team on their way down the mountain. As it was getting dark they stopped and made camp, too dangerous too keep going in the dark, he made her a soft bed in the back of the wagon and snuggled down to sleep. In the morning after a quick breakfast they continued their trek down the mountain, she couldn't stand the seat anymore and laid in the bed of the wagon. Late in the day they arrived at the cross road that put them near town. 

"Where are we going to live once we get to town, we really haven't talked much that?"

"Well, I have a friend and no not Paul who has a house near town. We will stop there first, alright?"

"What ever you say poppa." They laughed together at that.

Arriving at a house on the edge of White Valley, Tom helped her from the wagon. He walked to the door knocked, a tall blonde man came to the door. He spoke to him briefly before coming back to her by the wagon.

"Everything's fine, this is Bill Walley an old friend from college. Bill this is Beth and our children."

"I should say pal you do, do things in a big way don't you. It's a pleasure to meet you Beth do come in you must be tired from your trip."

"Yes, thank you. We appreciate you taking us in like this, I hope it won't be a problem."

"Of course not, this is as much your home as mine, seeing as it belongs to Tom."

"It does?"

"Yes, when he decided to become a hermit on the mountain he left me to take care of his place here should he decide to come back to the land of the living. I must say he found a beautiful reason."

"Thank you. I don't feel so beautiful at the moment," she said clutching her ever increasing stomach.

"All women are beautiful, never more so then when they are pregnant. How did you two ever manage to survive up there it must have been horrible for you."

"No, it was magical, actually," She recounted to him what had brought them together.

A trip to the local hospital revealed the fact that she was having twins, one of each and that all were healthy. The doctor set her up with appointments every week to keep check on them all, he believed that all would be well with the birth.

The next day they made a trip to the capital and paid for a license to be married. Two days later they were married by the local preacher in front of Bill and the preachers wife. 

Tom could not do more for her, he made sure that she didn't have to do a thing. He fixed up the extra room and made a nursery for the children, they had gone into town and bought matching everything the babies needed, in pink and blue. 

That day they ran into Paul, he was surprised to say the least but happy for them, she thanked him for sending Tom her rescue.

It was nearing fall, one night just before midnight Beth awoke Tom, he rushed them to the hospital, after 12 hours of labor, Thomas Jacob and Amanda Joan were born. All healthy and all very, very happy. A new family born from love.



Snowed In Ch. 02



Author's Note: There is an element of Loving Wives in this story.

*********************

It wasn't more than a couple days after Esther and Mark had first made love in front of David that Mark brought it up again. Feeling more than willing, her body aching to be touched again, Esther found herself again being stripped down in front of her husband's best friend.

This time was a little different though. Mark stood behind her, pushing her blonde hair out of the way as he stripped her down, facing David... it was both strange and erotic to be able to look directly at David as his dick hardened while he stared at her naked body. Esther felt both exposed and excited by it, Mark's hands moving on her breasts, squeezing the round orbs and pinching at her nipples. She couldn't help but moan and move her hips, her pussy pressing towards David, who groaned with excitement as Mark's fingers traveled down her stomach and spread apart her pussy lips.

She realized that Mark was finding it exciting to expose her to his friend as well, the way he was putting her completely on display. It just excited her more, quite honestly.

This time when they got on the bed, Mark put her in a doggy-style position, which a few pillows under her hips since she usually couldn't stay up on her hands and knees when he did it like this, and she was facing David. He looked excited to be able to stare directly into her eyes, see her face as Mark licked at her pussy from behind.

At this point he couldn't even see what Mark was doing, David was pretty much getting off on watching Esther's facial expressions... which were something to see as her husband found all her most sensitive places with his tongue and fingers. He wriggled them inside of her, while he sucked on her clit, making her gasp and shiver, Esther pushed back at him, wanting him to mount her and take her.

Finally, when she thought she might actually start begging, Mark moved behind her, his hands on her hips and started to push in. Esther made sure to look David in the eye as Mark entered her body, moaning her pleasure straight at him, mouth open in an "o" as she pushed back against her husband. David groaned fisted his cock harder, watching as Mark's hands slid up Esther's body to cup her hanging breasts, fingers nimbly pulling at her nipples as he kneaded her breast flesh.

Shuddering with pleasure, Esther moved her hips up and down, rubbing her ass against Mark's stomach and groin as he held himself inside of her... then he gripped her breasts harder and started moving back and forth, fucking her with strong, deep strokes that made her moan. As he began to plow into her with more force, she could feel her upper body being force to the bed, in a supplicating position... almost bowing down to both him and David. 

As her arms gave out, she had to turn her head to the side, and she could see David moving to where he got both a better view of Mark fucking her from behind, and of her face. She tilted her head back a little, to make sure he could fully catch her pretty features as they contorted with rapture, her breasts being squeezed and pinched beneath her moving body.

Blonde hair splayed on the bed, Esther kept having to move it out of her face as it bounced around, her body being jolted by Mark's lusty thrusts. She stared at David's crotch, his hand fisting his dick, the shock of red hair at his groin... she moved back against Mark, feeling more and more aroused by being watched. It was like putting on a show... she liked the feeling of exposure and exhibitionism. 

Moaning even more loudly than before, Esther gasped as one of Mark's hand moved from her breast to her pussy, rubbing at her clit as he entered her from behind. She could feel her body tightening down on his thrusting cock, and she rubbed herself against his questing fingers, shuddering with the sheer pleasurable joy of it.

"Oh Mark..." she groaned as he started going at her from behind like a jack hammer, his hands tight on her pussy and breast, her body feeling completely subjugated underneath his... she pushed back as best she could but he was so much bigger and stronger and the thrusting so forceful that it was more like she was just being hammered into the bed. 

She could heard David's groan as he started to cum, spurting out from his hand while he watched.

Mark pinched her clit, bringing her back to the pleasure of her own body, and she could feel him swelling inside of her. With a gasp, she pushed back against him, feeling him starting to pulse and spurt inside of her. Shuddering, Esther let out a groan as she started to cum, just as his orgasm was finishing... Mark could feel her culminating and he rubbed her clit furiously, his half-hard dick still moving in and out of her, prolonging and enhancing her pleasure as she writhed in front of him. 

Finally, all three of them were panting, tired out and sated... for now at least.



Snowed In Ch. 02



Though the power had come back on again sometime early morning, the house was still cold not having heated up yet. We'd gotten a new fire going in the fireplace, which helped, but the storm had continued, not letting up at all. Nearly five feet of new snow covered the ground making the roads all but impassible for anything other than four-wheel drives. Having turned on the news while we still could, weather reports were warning everyone of an additional three or four feet before there was even a break, with more to come after that. Power outages were everywhere, so we considered ourselves lucky to have power restored, though for how long was another question.

We had put the bed away, straightened up the living room and gotten dressed in far warmer clothing. While mom started in on breakfast with the girls helping out, dad decided to make a trip into town for some much needed supplies, especially if the weather continued the way it appeared it was going to.

The problem was, the nearest town was twenty miles away, and weather conditions indicated it was going to be no easy feat getting there and back. He'd already hooked up the snow plow to the front of one of the four wheel drives just to do the long quarter mile road leading out of their place. Hopefully road crews would be plowing the main interstate, though that was another two and a half miles away from my parents place. It would be slow going, even once we'd gotten their drive plowed out enough to get out ourselves.

"You sure you don't want me to go with you?" I'd asked him after we'd finally cleared enough of a path in order for him to get to the small two-lane road, which even then looked to be hazardous enough.

"No, your mom and I will make the trip into town and get what we need. It's not the first time we've done this, and I know the roads around here like the back of my hand even when they're covered in snow. I'd rather that you stay here with your sister's and keep an eye on things, especially if the power goes out again. Keep the fire going for one thing, and for another, might be a good idea if you guys busied yourselves with putting together some sandwiches and stuff in the event we can't cook anything later. I'm going to see about getting a new generator while we're gone, which I should have done before now and could kick myself for in not doing earlier. Your mom wants to stock up on a few needed necessities, since we're going out, but I wouldn't plan on us being back much before dark with the roads being the way they are. We'll have our cell phones in case things get worse, just to keep you posted as to how we're doing and where we are. But even with the storm, I'm sure we'll be back long before nightfall, or shortly thereafter at the very least."

I wasn't real keen with mom and dad going out by themselves, but it wasn't the first time that they had as I recalled either. There'd actually been another storm nearly as bad as this one, and they'd ended up having to spend the night in town rather than try making it back. If worse came to worse, they'd do that again. Dad just preferred it if at least one man stayed behind in the event anything happened at the house. Several tall fir and pine trees were so heavy with snow, he was more worried about one of those being uprooted, falling into the house, or falling over the quarter mile drive leading off the property and blocking the road. If that happened, I knew enough about using a chain saw to cut it if I had to, and then use the other four-wheel drive to pull it out of the way.

After having eaten a warm hearty breakfast, mom and dad prepared to leave. I was glad to see them pack enough emergency supplies, blankets and some food before they left just in case they got stuck somewhere out on the road between our place and town. Overly cautious perhaps, but as dad had always said, "It was better to be safe than sorry."

Dad had left to make one last quick pass with the plow before returning to get mom. Mandy and Collette had raced off to shower while we still had hot water available since the news reports continued to issue warnings about more and more power outages as they day progressed. I sat in the kitchen with mom sharing a cup of coffee with her waiting for dad to return so we could remove the plow just before they left.

"You kids warm enough last night?" She asked.

Obviously mom knew I had spent the night with my sisters in their bed in front of the fire. She'd gotten up long before any of us had in order to start the coffee, make breakfast and pack a few things for their trip into town.

"Yeah, I kept the fire going, so we were plenty warm, how about you two?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, plenty of blankets, but there's nothing better than a nice warm body to snuggle up to beneath them," she said winking at me. "Amongst other things."

I smiled at that. It was no secret mom and dad had always had a pretty active sex-life, it was something they never denied or hid from us even as kids growing up. A closed door in their bedroom, which they still never locked, was warning enough that they wished to be left alone for a while. Though I'd actually stumbled in on them once when they weren't expecting anyone home, which made me wonder if either one of my sister's ever had too.

Mom stood putting her empty cup back on the kitchen counter, reaching over to rustle my hair a bit as she did so. "And I'm glad to see just how close the three of you have gotten, it's been a while since you've all been together," she added turning towards me. "Amazing how much the girls have really changed since they moved out isn't it?" She asked.

"Ah yeah...they've changed a lot," I said thinking in other terms. 

"Though haven't we all?" Mom then interjected. "Though most of mine has come with age and far too many sweet treats," mom said feigning disgust with her figure. 

"Oh mom, you look great, hell...you could still pass for a woman ten years younger!" I told her meaning it, as she did. When she cupped, and then lifted her breasts however, I was a little surprised. I mean we'd always had a reasonably close, somewhat uninhibited relationship around one another in the past, but sitting there watching my own mother heft her breasts in her hands wasn't exactly something I was expecting.

"Not quite as firm as they used to be, certainly not like your sister's," she told me releasing them, pouting. "But I guess I shouldn't complain, your father still likes playing with them!"

I didn't quite know how to respond to that, I was already feeling my face flush a little when she said that, and now alluding to the way her own breasts might look in comparison to my sisters, had planted an image inside my head that took a moment for me to shake off.

The sound of dad's truck coming back down the lane alerted us to the fact he'd be there in a few minutes. "Well, anyway, like I said. It's nice to see the three of you getting along so well, closer than the three of you used to be," she said slipping into her warm heavy coat. "Too often siblings grow apart once they move out and away from one another...lose touch so to speak," she said smiling. "Just know that your dad and I are pleased to see the three of you getting along so well, we sort of always hoped that you would," she added leaning over giving me a kiss on the cheek just as dad pulled up by the back door. I stood, intending to give him a hand with the plow, though mom's comment and look had unnerved me a little. 

Mom followed me outside and climbed into dad's truck as he and I dragged the plow off and set it aside. I stood by his door as he then got in and prepared to leave.

"Call if you have any problems," I asked them.

"No worries, we'll be fine," he assured me, then adding. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he grinned, "While we're gone. We should be back before nightfall, but for some reason, if we can't...we'll call you." Once again I had caught a strange look coming from mom when he'd said that, but it quickly turned into a smile as she blew me a kiss and as dad put the truck into gear heading out. I stood watching them for a moment until the falling snow hid the truck from view and entered back inside the house. When I did, it was Collette who met me in the kitchen, pouring us both a coffee though she stood in nothing more than her robe and a towel on her head.

"They leave?" she asked.

"Yeah, just..." I said thinking to myself, and then asking her.

"You notice anything weird or strange about either one of them this morning?" I asked her.

"Weird? Strange? What do you mean?"

"Oh, probably nothing, maybe just me thinking too much, especially after last night," I said as the erotic images once again flooded my head. "But if I didn't know better, I'd almost swear mom was hinting around at the three of us being much closer than we used to be, and that in fact...mom and dad were happy to see it."

"Well I'm sure she didn't mean it in quite the way you seem to be worried about," Collette told me as she came over and sat down at the table. I noticed as she did, that the front of her bathrobe parted, revealing most if not all of her right breast. Even she knew that she had, looking down at herself and just smiling without covering it. "Though I will say this," she added as she sat there thinking. "There was an incident the last time I came here for a visit, just before you came home from school as I recall," she told me. "Which had me wondering about it for a few days after it happened," she added.

"What?"

"Well, we were all planning on going out to dinner that night, shortly after you got home from school and got ready yourself. Dad was using the upstairs bathroom, so I came down to shower in yours. I'd just gotten undressed and was about to step in when mom entered bringing in some fresh towels which she told me she was going to do, so I wasn't surprised by that when she entered. What did surprise me was when she commented on how beautiful I looked, honestly standing there admiring my body. I mean it didn't make me uncomfortable or anything, in fact...I was actually flattered that she did, and commented on her still looking pretty good too."

I smiled inwardly, so familiar...

"Anyway, she then said she'd might as well do a load of wash, intending to gather up my things which as always, I'd just left piled on the floor when I undressed. She then commented on the fact she might as well include her own clothing as then otherwise it would be too small of a load to be worth the bother, so surprised me a little when she stood there and took off her own clothing in order to add hers to mine. Of course, once she had, she again commented on how shapely my breasts were in comparison to hers, and how age was obviously beginning to have some affect on her. Once again, I complimented mom on how good of shape she was still in, which she was...and still is of course. But I swear Brian, there was a bit of sexual tension in the air as we did that, especially after what happened next."

"What happened?" I said taking even greater interest, though Collette's nearly exposed boob went a long way towards making me feel that, especially when she undid her sash exposing them both to me.

"If you're going to stare, you might as well see both of them," she told me before continuing. "Now...where was I anyway? Oh yeah...so then, mom actually reaches up and thumbs one of her nipples,"

"You're kidding me!"

"No, really...she did! Looking up and over towards me, she then asks me if my nipples are as sensitive as hers still are!"

The image of mom standing nude in the bathroom tweaking her own tit I found interesting, especially after asking Collette if hers were.

"I told her in fact they always had been...and were, not really thinking too much about the conversation we were suddenly having. I mean after all, growing up, we'd been open enough around mom and dad to discuss sex openly whenever we had questions or were curious about something. You know how it was. So anyway, I just figured we were having one of those impromptu little discussions, which is when she asked me if I'd ever been able to have an orgasm just simply by having them played with. But before I could even answer that, she told me she could! I hadn't...not then anyway, though I did later, but I found it curious that she could, and obviously did, even asking her about it, whether she could do it herself, or whether someone else, meaning 'dad' had to be the one touching her when she did."

"Holy shit," I said softly listening to my sister, already the sensation of my cock stiffening inside my pants alerting me to the fact I was becoming aroused by all this. "So then what?"

Collette laughed. She could tell I was becoming excited by hearing this, not to mention the fact she'd actually begun to finger one of her nipples as she sat there telling me the story.

"So she actually blushes, but then tells me that if she's horny enough, aroused enough, she can do it herself, make herself cum just by fingering her tits, the way she was doing now. Admittedly, I was intrigued, not to mention a little surprised she was being so candid with me about it, but I must say Brian, standing there naked, with mom naked, and thumbing her pretty good-sized nipples was hot as hell. What's more...I could see that she was getting more and more aroused the longer she stood there, playing with them, while watching me, me...watching her. It was very erotic, even though it was my very own mother!"

"No shit!" I responded, reaching down to nonchalantly rub the fullness of my prick through my jeans. "So then what happened?" I continued to press.

"Well about that time, it became obvious that if she indeed continued, she actually might...orgasm!"

"Fuck!"

"That's what I thought. But then she seemed to get embarrassed, self conscious about it all of a sudden, and quit, started talking about the laundry again, and not wanting to embarrass me more than she felt she might already have. And she seemed embarrassed herself for having shown me what she had, which she felt was more than she probably should have. Next thing you know, I actually asked her...asked her to show me. I mean fuck Brian, now I was horny as hell, and frankly I wanted to see her do it! See if she could, how she did it, so yeah...I did. I asked her to show me what she did. Surprised, yet pleased, she dropped the clothes she'd gathered up back on the floor. After that, she took a seat on the toilet, she poured a little baby-oil on each one of her breasts, and then handed it to me."

"This helps," mom said. "So your nipples don't get too rough or too sore, go ahead, try it yourself, and then do what I do."

"Before I knew it, now I'm standing there still in the shower, though I hadn't as yet turned the water on. Following mom's lead, I'm now coating my boobs with the oil, still watching her, watching as she now pinches her nipples and pulls on them, even twisting them almost painfully. I mean it's not like I haven't done that myself, or that a few guys I've dated haven't either, but admittedly, it felt different, doing it the way she did, emulating her movements. Before long, she's sitting there panting, just as I am. And then, much to my surprise, mom came!"

"Damn!" I exclaimed, just trying to imagine it. My own mother, having an orgasm in front of my sister, even though all she'd really done was fondle her own breasts.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. And funny enough, after she had, I still tried to, but I just quite couldn't get there. And then because it was taking so long, and because you were due home any minute, I finally gave up. After which, mom said that perhaps if the opportunity presented itself, she'd try showing me again, only this time...she'd do it, if I wanted her to. Oddly enough, the opportunity never did come again, and we never brought the subject up again either, so I didn't pursue it or think about it until after I'd returned home again. But...there was something about it that told me mom would have been more than willing to do more, or at least I thought so at the time anyway. So who knows...maybe?"

"Maybe what?" Mandy said walking into the kitchen just catching the tail end of our conversation. She was dressed in her warm flannel pajamas again, though this time they actually looked sexy on her, especially the way her breasts moved beneath them as she walked over to the table and sat down joining us. She immediately saw Collette's fully exposed breasts and lifted her eyebrows.

"Obviously, the two of you have been having an interesting conversation, so what's up?"

Collette and I then filled her in on everything we'd just shared and talked about while she listened.

"They really are a couple of horny old farts aren't they?" she said teasingly.

"What makes you say that?" I had to ask. "Why...what have you seen or heard?" We both asked.

"Well, remember last summer? I came home for a visit with mom and dad. I'd gotten some unexpected time off, so decided to make the best of it. Unfortunately, that was the same week you'd gone off camping with your friends, which is why we never saw one another," she said looking at me. "Anyway, the second or third day I was here, I'd made plans to go to the bar that night with Charlene, my best friend in high school since she was still living here. We had agreed to meet, have dinner and catch up with one another. Which we'd started doing, up until the time that J.D. showed up."

"J.D.?" Collette asked.

"Oh yeah, you didn't know him, his name was actually Jim Daniels, though everyone called him Jack...because he loved to drink the stuff by the same name. Those who didn't call him that, simply called him J.D. Anyway, Charlene had always had a huge crush on him during high school, but at the time he was banging the head cheerleader, and didn't have eyes...or a cock for anyone else, well...as far as anyone else knew anyway. But...he'd always had a bit of a thing for Charlene too, always playing up to her. Needless to say, when he came into the bar and saw her sitting there with me, he came over. I could see she was anxious to go elsewhere with him rather than spend the evening with me, even though we'd planned it, so eventually I made up some excuse to leave, and ended up coming home early. Boy...was I in for a surprise when I did!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" she said grinning at me. "I think the reason they didn't hear me come home early was because of where they were, and what they were doing. I'd come in through the front door for one thing and immediately came in here to the kitchen. I'd even called out, but didn't get any response. I walked over to there," she said pointing at the window that overlooked the back patio, "which is when I saw them," she grinned. "They were out on the porch, sitting in the swing, at least daddy was anyway," she chuckled further. "They were both naked, mom was on her knees kneeling in the grass in front of him, but as the chair swing was sitting at an angle to me, I could easily see the both of them, not to mention what they were doing. At first I thought about looking away, letting them have some privacy, but to be perfectly honest you guys...I couldn't help myself! I couldn't tear my eyes away!" 

Collette had thrown all pretense to the wind at this point. While sitting there, she'd completely opened her bathrobe and now openly fingered herself listening to Mandy as she told her story. Already aroused enough as she was, as we both were, she proceeded to make no bones about what she was doing to herself as Mandy continued. Though Mandy too had taken notice of her sister, her own hand suddenly slinking down the loose fitting waistband of her flannel pajama bottoms.

"And I have to tell you Brian," she paused briefly interrupting herself, "I think daddy's prick is as big, if not even a little bigger than yours is, at least it sure as hell looked like it at the time, though I'd also have to say, I'd have to lay them side by side to be sure of course," she snickered wickedly. 




Snowed In Ch. 02



"Never mind that," I said anxiously, "continue the story!" 

"So there mom is, going to town on daddy's dick, sucking away like crazy, stroking and jacking it while he's leaning back in the couch swing, moaning like mad, his legs totally stretched out to either side of her. I mean...I am fascinated standing there watching them, especially since they had no clue that I was. And the more I watched, the hornier I got of course, and before I even realized it, I was standing there fingering myself..."

"Sort of like you are now?" I teased her.

She laughed nodding her head. "Exactly! I mean...I'd actually caught them once before a few years back, but I really hadn't seen much, just enough to know what it was they were doing. But this...oh my god! This was entirely different. Daddy's dick looked so hard, so big and so fucking swollen! And there was mom, kneeling down in front of him, I mean she was sucking that thing like there was no tomorrow, but not only that, occasionally she'd like yank it off to one side, let it go...and then watch it slap back against his chest and sort of bounce around a little. Then suddenly she'd do it again, sometimes actually slapping it. Every time she did, daddy would groan pleasurably, asking her to do it again, which she'd very often do. By now, I was so horny myself that I couldn't see straight, and I needed something a hell of a lot bigger than my fingers. Looking around for something to satisfy my need, I remembered we'd eaten the last of the bananas that morning. But then I remembered we had something else, so I hurriedly opened the fridge, found what I was looking for, and began using that."

"Which was?" I had to ask.

"A big, long, thick, nasty looking cucumber!" Mandy giggled unashamedly. "So now...here I am standing at the window trying to shove that thing up myself, when I look back out just in time to see mom standing up, wiping off her mouth. She'd just taken daddy's load by the looks of it. He's still sitting in the chair swing, eyes closed with this silly-assed grin on his face, even his toes were curled, but what I then saw, as mom did, was me standing there looking at her, and her...looking at me."

"Oh my god!" Collette giggled. "Did she know? I mean obviously she must have known you'd seen them...but, did she..."

"Know what I'd been doing? I'd have to say yes, but before I tell you how she figured it out by herself, let me set the rest of it up for you. So...like I said, try and picture all this. For a moment we're both just standing there looking at one another, mom naked licking her lips. She's like what? Two, maybe three feet away from the back door at the time? And there I am, my jeans and panties down around my ankles, I've got a cucumber sticking in my cunt, which I just barely manage to remove when she walks in. So now...there I am, this silly assed expression on my face, this humongous green vegetable in my hand, and even though it's no longer in my pussy, my jeans are still tangled around my feet, so like...yeah, I'm pretty sure she knew what I'd been doing with it."

"Holy fuck! What happened then?" I asked wanting to laugh, but at the same time aroused as hell just hearing all this.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Well, not really...not like I was expecting anyway. So all I can think of to do is sort of lay the cucumber back into the sink, now I'm doing this with my pants down...and then I sort of reached down, pulling them up as mom walks over to the table and sits down. She's sitting there with this silly assed expression on her face while I do this. Meanwhile, daddy's recovered, and so quite naturally, he walks in, though of course he has no idea I am there at the time. Luckily, by then, I've pulled up my jeans and panties, so he doesn't see or know what I was doing, though of course I'm now standing there looking at him. At least he didn't have an erection, only sort of...you know, kind of like the way yours looks after you've just tossed off a nice load. So it's still sort of full, just not hard. But he's cool about it I guess, not really embarrassed, I mean after all, it's their home, and it's me who came home earlier than expected interrupting their fun. All he says is, "Oh...you're home early!"

"That's it?" Collette asked.

"Yeah, that's it! Mom now stands up, winks at me and grabs daddy's hand, and then leads him out of the kitchen up the stairs to their room where they obviously finished things up after that. But the funny part...the really funny and interesting part was the very next day."

"Yeah? What?"

"Well, as you know during the summer, mom and dad both don't feel like cooking, especially as hot as it usually gets. So...also as usual, mom had just made a really big Chef's salad."

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes!" Mandy said actually blushing. "And daddy says, 'This is really good honey, the cucumber is especially crisp and tasty, what did you do different this time than you've done before?' he asks her."

"Oh, nothing really. Just added a few new things here and there, though I thought you might enjoy the special sauce I included with it this time," she says actually looking across the table at me, and then she winked!"

"Oh my god! You've got to be kidding me! She really did that?" Collette asked.

"Yeah, she really did. We even laughed about it afterwards when we were cleaning up, though she assured me she'd actually washed it before using it, and that she really hadn't done anything differently than she normally did. I'm not honestly sure I believed her though, there was just something about the way she looked at me during dinner that made me wonder if she honestly didn't serve it that way. I mean not like there was a whole lot of pussy juice that would have actually altered the flavor of it or anything...but just the thought you know?"

By now Collette and I were both laughing hysterically, as Mandy joined us doing the same. And even though we were, I was hard as a fucking rock, and hornier than ever. When the phone rang a second later, we all jumped. We'd been sitting there at the table for well over an hour now.

"Hello? Mom? You guys made it ok?" I asked after scrambling for the phone a second or so later. "Ok good...glad you did, no...still coming down outside, not as bad as it was, but still snowing yes. "Huh? Oh...sure," I glanced at my watch, it was already well past eleven. "Ok, well...if it gets too much worse, might be best if you two actually did spend the night then rather than try and make it back tonight," I told her. "No sense taking any unnecessary chances," I added receiving her assurance that they wouldn't. I soon after said good-bye and hung up the phone.

"Well?" Mandy asked.

"Well, they made it safely into town, but I guess it's getting a lot worse there, and they haven't even started to get anything yet. Dad dropped mom off at the grocery store to do the shopping, and he's headed over to the GS to see about getting a new generator. But by the sounds of it, they might very well end up spending the night there. Mom said the news is all over town, worse storm they've seen in nearly thirty years, and it's only expected to get worse!"

**

As thought to confirm all that, it wasn't more than a half hour later when it really started coming down again, even worse than it had the day before. If it continued, we'd easily get another four or five feet to the five feet on the ground we already had. The fact that the lights had already flickered on and off once, was an additional warning that we needed to make preparations in the event they went off for good just the way they had last night. Though we had plenty of dry wood outside, I had no desire to get up in the middle of the night and traipse outside to get it. I soon began hauling in more than enough wood to see us through the night, replenishing what we had already used, plus quite a bit more. As I did that, Mandy and Collette went about fixing sandwiches for dinner in the event we lost all power to cook with. If anything, they'd be available for lunch, or even dinner tomorrow if dad didn't have the generator up and operating by then.

This time we'd ran around placing candles where they might be needed ahead of time, in addition to placing fresh batteries in the two flashlights we had. Once we'd pretty much gotten things squared away, it was time to sit down, relax, and hopefully, or at least I hoped...pick up where we'd all sort of left off earlier.

By four o'clock, it was already starting to get dark, and we fervently hoped mom and dad would decide to spend the night rather than try and make it back. Outside the storm raged on, getting worse and worse with the wind howling picking up in intensity. And of course, sure enough...the lights went out.

I had just gotten an even warmer fire going when I turned around just in time to see Collette walk into the living room where we were, carrying three wine glasses and a bottle of wine with her when she did. She was entirely naked when she did so.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked looking up at her, but suddenly finding myself a couple of degrees warmer just by looking at her.

She glanced down at her rock hard nipples. "No...not really," she smiled. "Though I still am horny!" she added.

"Obviously!" I commented, though so too was I.

Just then, Mandy came walking down the stairs holding the other flash light in front of her in order to see by. She too was naked, though I noticed as she approached she was holding something in her hand, though I hadn't as yet made out what it was.

"Did I not get the memo?" I asked trying to make a joke at my sister's double nudity. Obviously, the exact same, or nearly identical conditions from the previous night had gotten them both aroused when thinking about it. Though it wasn't as though either one of them would need to convince me, they'd obviously been discussing it previous to this, and had planned accordingly.

"Guess what I found?" Mandy giggled, waving whatever the hell it was she held in her hand back and forth like a dog shaking a stick.

"Where the hell did you get that from?" Collette said laughing as she realized what it was even before I did. 

"Mom and dad's secret naughty stash," she said almost whispering as though someone might hear her.

"That's wicked," Collette said walking up to my sister, grabbing her boob as she did so. "Let me see it. I can't believe mom actually has one of these...and why?" she wondered aloud. "I mean, aren't they generally meant to be used by two people?" she openly wondered. Only then did I realize what it was she was actually holding on to.

"Holy crap! No way! You don't suppose?" I found myself asking.

"Who knows? Maybe she does have a female friend, who are we to know anyway? But even if she doesn't, it's entirely possible she just enjoys using it all by herself, or...maybe."

"EEEEUW," Mandy said once again. "Don't even go there," she told her sister. "That's not something I'm sure I want to think about. I mean...seeing mom give daddy a blow-job, or even catching them fucking once like I had a few years ago is one thing...but not sure I'd care to find them locked together bum to bum if you know what I mean. I'd rather entertain the fact that maybe mom has a girlfriend she likes to play with from time to time, and let it go at that."

"Doesn't that bother you that she might?" I actually asked.

"No, why should it?" she shot back. "I mean its ok for you to think about Collette and mom watching one another in the bathroom, or even better...the three of us doing what we've recently done? But it's not ok for mom to have a friend to play with? Especially if daddy knows about it?" she asked.

I had to think about that. She was right. "No...I guess not," I said a bit sheepishly. "And you're right, who are we to judge...especially after last night," I finally admitted.

"Anyway," she said once again taking back the toy from her sister, waggling it provocatively, obscenely. "I thought it might be fun to try this tonight, always wanted to see what it was like, and so thought we could, provided Collette wants to," she stated. By the look in my older sister's eyes, she could hardly wait to get started.

Having gotten a really nice warm fire going, I now stripped out of my own clothing, especially as hot and as aroused as I now was. No longer embarrassed to display my erect manhood, I was almost proud of it as I tried waving it about enticingly so.

"Sorry sweetie, that will have to wait," Collette informed me. "As nice and hard as it might be, I'm with Mandy on this one...I'd really like to try this out, you know...fucking my own sister for the very first time really, if you think about it, and she me."

Ok, even I had to admit that was worth waiting for, and simply sat down, taking dad's chair, along with my freshly poured glass of wine. If nothing else, the atmosphere, the lighting, the somewhat sensual seductive wail of the wind outside, gave the whole room a really erotic feel to it as my beautifully naked sisters climbed onto the bed, and proceeded to lube one another up, doing one another, rather than themselves as they did so. Even that was horny as hell in watching. By the time they had, I was sitting there playfully teasing my cock, pinching the head, squeezing it, and milking out a nice droplet or three to use on myself, further enhancing my own masturbatory sensations.

Meanwhile, on the bed, they'd managed to couple themselves together on the double-dildo, now facing away from one another, ass to ass, each one gobbling up at least half of the enormous looking twin cock as they slowly began to rock back and forth fucking one another with it. But as hot as that looked all by itself, it was the free-swinging, sometimes gyrating rotation of their respective tits that was turning me on. As large as my sisters both were, just glancing over, seeing their beautiful breasts hanging down the way they were, swaying to and fro, colliding into one another as they very often did, had me wanting to erupt and spray juice all over them both, and we'd hardly even got started yet!

"Damn this feels good!" Collette cried out moments later. "No wonder mom got this!" She added

"Yeah, makes me wonder if she does have a friend on the side she can use this with, or if she even has?" Mandy asked, still humping herself against her sister, the slap of their respective asses as they came together getting louder and louder now, not to mention the way their tits began bouncing about even wilder than they had been.

"Oh my god! I think I'm gonna...gonna..."

"What? You going to cum already?" Mandy asked her sister, looking back over her shoulder towards her, though she hadn't slowed even one iota as she did that.

"Well yes that too, but I mean...I'm gonna squirt this time I think," she said, her face suddenly screwing up into a grimace.

"You're gonna what?" I said from my chair sitting up. "Had I heard her right? I mean, I'd heard the term, saw a few pic's of what I thought then to be faked photos of women appearing to be squirting these enormous fountains of water from out of their cunts, but I'd never considered it as being a real possibility, until now.

"I wanna see!" Mandy exclaimed still looking back.

"Well then...don't stop moving!" Collette all but demanded. "Because this one feels like I might!" she now added, which for me raised a whole bunch of questions I'd want to be asking later, though now was certainly not the time to be doing that.

"Oh yeah! Yeah! I am...it is! It is!" Collette all but screamed as whatever the differing sensation was she was now feeling, alerted her to the fact she was about to produce a pussy squirt. So much for myths! At least back then anyway.

As interesting as this was for me too, I stood up and walked over to the bed, wildly fisting my cock now as I did. As horny as I'd been all day, there was no doubt in my mind I would soon be shooting off a fairly sizeable load. I wasn't too worried about that either, I also knew, as horny as I was, and would be...it wouldn't be long before I was hard again, and more than capable of doing whatever else the girls decided they wanted me to do.

All at once, Collette cried out, the intensity of her orgasm overwhelming. As she came, and as she squirted, this sudden onrush of almost clear liquid seemed to explode from her cunt in a gush that even I could hear as I stood there. As for Mandy, she felt it, besides seeing it, still looking back at her sister as her pussy erupted.

"Fucking A!" She cried out, feeling it, sensing it, which seconds later triggered her own explosive, but not quite squirty little climax. In addition to the erotic slap of flesh against flesh, which I'd sat there listening to, I now heard the addition of more juice, more wetness than I think I'd ever heard before. The squishy, slippery, truly obscene sounding fluids as the girls continued fucking back against one another was simply too much for me to take. I felt what I knew was going to be one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life begin to race up the length of my shaft as I pointed it directly at my still fucking sisters.

And it would have been too, had the door not opened when it did.



Snowed In Ch. 03



December Twenty-eighth

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Sherry,” Neal said. “What exactly are you accusing me of?”

“It’s real simple, Neal,” his wife spat, shaking her sleep-tousled head. “Were you playing with me last night?”

“Playing with you how? I can’t even get into your room, you know.”

“You could get through that lock if you wanted to.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Sherry,” he grumbled, though he hated himself for saying it. “I didn’t pick the lock, nor did I want to. And no, I wasn’t playing with you. I’m not allowed to, remember?”

She was silent a while, weighing his remarks, head in her hands at the table. Her robe was tied crookedly, her eyes bore dark lines beneath them -- she looked a mess.

“Look,” she said finally, her voice an unsteady croak. “I . . . I could’ve sworn that someone was with me last night. I thought it was you. It had to be you, Neal!”

“Jesus Christ, Sherry, it was not me! What makes you think it wasn’t a dream or something, anyway?”

“It just . . . didn’t feel like a dream,” she muttered.

“What time was it?”

“I don’t know. It was dark still. I don’t know, I was half asleep.”

“Uh huh. And what did he look like, this guy who was playing with you?”

“Neal, I don’t know! I didn’t get a look at his face. I told you, I was asleep.”

“Okay, Sher -- ‘you were asleep’ means ‘it was a dream’! Okay? It was a dream.”

But Sherry, still trying vainly to pin down her thoughts (thoughts? dreams? experiences?) from the night before, just couldn’t accept this. That stone still figure beside her bed, those hands on her body, touching, exploring. Familiar but different, welcome but wrong. She’d felt . . . touched that morning. Not just disoriented, but fondled, molested --

She held up her hands in frustration.

“It didn’t feel like a dream!”

“Yeah, well . . . maybe -- and don’t bite my head off --”

“Go on. Say it.”

“Maybe with everything you were on last night, you dreamed a little harder? Maybe you even hallucinated --”

“Oh fuck you, Neal!”

Neal threw up his hands. “Yeah, fuck me, I’m such an asshole. You’re boozing nonstop and popping pills like a groupie or something, but I’m the one who’s being unreasonable.”

He fell silent; she was crying into her hands, her shoulders trembling. 

Outside the kitchen door, Vanessa bit her lip, shook her head.

“Josh, you son-of-a-bitch,” she whispered.

***

“Hey!” she said, prodding him hard. “Hey! Wake up, dammit!”

Her brother stirred a little, rolled over. He grinned at her toothily.

“Mmm,” he groaned sleepily. “Curbside service -- now that’s more like it.”

“What did you do?” she said sharply.

“What did I do? What the fuck are --”

“To Mom. What did you do?”

“Nothing. To Mom? What are you talking about --”

“Bullshit, nothing! You snuck into her room, didn’t you?”

Josh waved his arms about mockingly, said in a girly voice: “Oh, I didn’t do anything with Daddy, Josh! I just slept with him tuz I was sooo told!”

“God damn it, you fucker --” She hammered at him several times, hurting her wrist against his hard shoulder. Grinning, he grabbed her hands in his stronger ones, planted a kiss on her lips while she squirmed. She broke away after kicking his shins and leapt back against the door.

“Don’t even think about it, you asshole!” she snarled. “Tell me what you did.”

Her brother shrugged and lay back on the bed again, casually crossing one leg over the other.

“I just paid her a little visit, that’s all. Nothing serious.”

“You didn’t.”

He laughed at her. “Okay, I didn’t. You’re the one making accusations, sweetheart.”

“Josh, you went and messed with her last night? For real?”

“I just told you I did.”

“And did she know it? Did she wake up, did she recognize you --”

“Are you kidding? The way she’s been tripping lately? I coulda buttfucked her and she wouldn’t have known it.” He stroked his cock through his briefs carelessly. “Mom keeps on trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, into the futuuure . . . ”

“Well, she’s downstairs telling Dad about it right now, smartass,” said Vanessa.

He stopped singing. 

“No kidding? What’s she say?”

“That someone was playing with her last night. She thought it was Dad at first. Now she’s crying about it.”

“Aw, shit. I didn’t mean to make her cry. Hell, I thought she was liking it.”

“You’re such a selfish ass, Josh.”

“Oh yeah, I’m terrible. Of course, we both know it couldn’t have been Dad playing with her cuz Dad was playing with you, wasn’t he?”

“Fuck you.”

“Wasn’t he? Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He lay back again and pulled out his cock, stroking it languidly. “She looks pretty good naked, you know? Not as good as you, baby, but then she’s got twenty years on you. She’s got nice big titties, big nipples like you. Waaay hairy pussy.”

“Josh, I did not come up her to watch you jack off! Just promise me you won’t mess with her again.”

“I’m not promising you shit. Here, you want me to promise something?” He waved his hardening dick in her direction. “Come lick this and I promise not to mess with her again.”

“Oh, you fucking wish.”

He shrugged.

“’Kay. I’ll just have to drop by again tonight, then.”

Vanessa clung to the door, frustrated at her powerlessness. Her brother ignored her, went back to stroking himself. Finally she left.

***

Neal caught up with her that afternoon when she was getting out of the shower. He knocked softly and said “It’s me,” and she let him in as quietly as she could. Once the door was closed he was all over her, touching and stroking her body through the towel, kissing her deep and passionately. His kisses, his groping hands, his energy swiftly awakened her sex, and she felt her knees weaken beneath her. Still, she knew it was too risky at this time of day, and she eventually succeeded in holding him at arm’s length.

“Where’s everyone else?” she whispered.

“They’re in the kitchen, playing Checkers. At least Josh is playing; your mother’s just kinda there.”

“You better get back down -- one of them might come looking for you.”

“I know, baby, but I had to see you,” he said, reaching out to stroke her breasts. “I’ve been dying to be with you all day.”

“Oh God, I know, Daddy -- me too. But you can’t stay in here. We could never explain it -- we might get caught.”

“I know. Here, just let me have a quick suck --”

She lowered her towel obediently and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, stooping, while she stroked his hair. 

“Oh shit,” she whispered. “You’re getting me wet . . . ”

“Mmm . . . you smell nice,” he mumbled contentedly.

“Mmmf, aw shit! -- Daddy -- you gotta go! Someone might --”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

A huge knocking at the door, inches away from them. Vanessa’s blood froze, while her father straightened so quickly his back popped.

“Hey Ness, is Dad in there?” came Josh’s voice.

The two of them stared at each other, Neal’s face a mask of panic.

“Um -- no. I’m taking a shower,” she replied.

“Oh, okay. Well, tell him the power just came back on.”

The sounds of his steps down the hall -- sounds they hadn’t heard somehow when he came to the door. Her father’s face was full of troubled questions, terrified conclusions. Vanessa tried to make light of it, flicking on the switch to light the room.

“Yay,” she said, smiling lamely. 

“He -- how did he know --” Neal tried to say.

“Hurry up and get downstairs,” she ordered, kissing him dismissively. “We’ll get together later. I promise.”

She rushed her father out the door and locked it, stood for a while in front of the heater vent, now pouring out warmth for the first time in days. 

That fucker, Josh. He was playing mean and he was playing dirty. He obviously didn’t care what happened, as long as he got his. 

“Stupid mother fucker,” she said aloud -- and then she swallowed hard as the words sunk in. If she didn’t do something fast, that’s exactly what he would be.

***

The return of electricity was an extremely mixed blessing, at least for Neal. On the one hand, it meant they could get out of the kitchen, didn’t have to endure each other within a twenty by fifteen foot space. And the television was soon up and running again, the cable was back on. Josh, Nessa and Sherry soon got lost in front of it in the den, making up for the recent drought by vegging for hours with Fred Flintstone, Archie Bunker, Barney Miller, Johnny Fever . . . 

On the other hand, the return of heat completely destroyed any possible excuse for sleeping with Vanessa that night. She couldn’t say to any unforeseen intruder that she was just trying to get warm. So anything that happened between them would have to happen very sneakily.

Not that Neal thought excuses would do much good anyway -- not with his son. He was still puzzling over Josh’s remark from the other side of the bathroom door that afternoon. It made no sense, unless he knew Neal was inside.

Is Dad in there? -- No -- Okay, then tell him the power’s on. 

What the hell? Why did he respond that way? Why would he think they were together in the bathroom in the first place? They never had been before. And how come they didn’t hear him come to the door? Granted, he had been greatly preoccupied with sucking Nessa’s tit -- but they should have heard something . . . unless he snuck up to the door, in which case, what the hell did that mean?

Neither his son’s eyes, when he could catch them, nor his mannerisms told Neal anything. True, the boy had given him a few significant glances days ago -- but that was well before anything happened with Vanessa. Had he seen them together somehow? Heard them last night? Neal tried to imagine his chronically lazy son rising at four in the morning to listen at the office door and couldn’t. Josh lived in his bed. He’d probably never even seen a sun rise, just thought someone switched it on. It was inconceivable that he should be spying on them, or at least, that he could catch on so soon. And Vanessa certainly wouldn’t have told him. 

Still, why that loaded question? Why sneak up to the bathroom door? It seemed obvious he knew something -- but what?

Neal rested his forehead against the cold windowpane in the living room, stared out at the eternal whiteness. Oh, this was awful, this was too much like cheating -- always asking questions, wondering if Sherry was catching on. Maybe the snow would begin to melt soon -- then he and Nessa could sneak away for a while. They could go into Fulmer, or even into Tampa perhaps, get a room . . . It seemed absurd, plotting such nefarious activities -- which belonged in his mind to his Melanie phase -- with his own daughter. But at some point during the day he had chosen quite consciously not to think too much about what he was doing. Their night together had been unbelievable, ecstatic -- the most mind-blowing night he’d ever spent with a woman, any woman. Whether his excitement occurred in spite of their being father and daughter, or whether it stemmed from that very fact, he didn’t know. Maybe it would all catch up with him and his life would be ruined. Maybe he’d go crazy, unable to cope with his disgusting perversion. If there was a hell he was definitely going, he knew that. But even if he couldn’t adopt such a casual, devil-may-care attitude about their sex, as Nessa could, he knew he wanted more of it. Maybe with the thaw, they could find a way to fuck each other in more secure surroundings. The big house was suddenly shrinking in on him.

But even as he stood in the glow of the Christmas tree, watching and hoping, the little flakes began to flutter down again, damning them all to their confinement.

***

For the first time in days, Vanessa took Jasper out that evening without telling her brother. But he followed her out anyway, he’d been watching her. When she didn’t head for the barn he grabbed her ass, even though they were well within the view of the living room windows. 

“Cut it out!’ she said, smacking his hand.

“Oh, so now I don’t get to touch you at all? Now that you’re Daddy’s little girl?”

“Just stop it. Someone’ll see, you asshole.”

“Oh boo hoo, someone might see. I really don’t give a fuck anymore, Ness. Let ‘em see. I mean, you’re doing Dad and I’m doing Mom. Who’s gonna object?”

She looked at him hard through the cascading snowflakes.

“You’re not doing Mom,” she said. “You said you just touched her.”

“I put my fingers in her a little bit. She liked it, I think -- her ass lifted off the bed and she moaned. Nice wet, fat, hairy pussy -- looked good. Maybe I’ll have a little taste tonight . . . ”

“Josh!”

“By the way, I notice you didn’t dispute me about Dad. You really are fucking him now, aren’t you?”

“Fuck off!”

“Was it good, Ness? Was it everything you hoped for?”

“Leave me alone!”

Suddenly he had grabbed her wrist, was wrenching it painfully, thrusting her up against the barn. Jasper turned about and stared at them worriedly.

“I’m not gonna leave you alone, you little cunt!” he hissed into her face between his teeth. “You can fuck him and me if you want, but you’re not gonna fuck him instead of me. You got that?”

“Let me go, dammit! You’re hurting me!”

“Have you got that?” he snarled, his eyes flashing.

“Yes, okay! Okay! Let me go . . . ”

Jasper whined at the pain in her voice, growled suspiciously at Josh.

“Now let me tell you what you’re gonna do,” he said, releasing her wrist to unzip his pants. “You’re gonna go down on me right here, right now, and you’re gonna suck up all my cum and you’re gonna like it. Then you’re gonna come to my bed tonight. Understand?”

Vanessa nodded, watching his fingers pulling his erection out of his pants. She was cold and she was annoyed, and she was certainly in no mood to service her brother, least of all where someone might see them at it. But she was also a little afraid of him -- he made a habit of being a rude asshole, but she had never seen him this angry, this forceful and mean. 

When she dropped to her knees he gave her shoulder a shove and grunted masterfully -- that was more than enough for Jasper.

In a flash he was all over Josh, growling like a demon from hell, flailing about with his claws, snapping with bared fangs while Josh rolled to get away from him. It took her almost a full minute to get him under control again, and by that time Josh had scratches all over his hands and forearms, a gash on his cheek, and a shroud of snow all over his dick. 

She laughed while he cursed and fumed and threatened. But it wasn’t a laughing matter. She got back inside as quickly as she could.

***

“Oh my God!” cried Sherry, rising from the couch. “Joshua Lawrence, what the hell did you do?”

Her snowy son, wiping blood from his cheek with a scratched-up hand, shrugged sheepishly. “Aw, I fell down outside, taking Jasper out. Slipped. In the snow. And I, uh, fell in some brambles.”

“Well, crap, just look at you! You shouldn’t be outside anyway -- Vanessa, why didn’t you take him out? He’s your dog.”

“I did take him out,” her daughter replied, with what was perhaps the ghost of a smile playing around her lips. “He wanted to tag along.”

Sherry clicked her tongue and shook her head, which was throbbing. 

“Well, go up and put some peroxide on it. Honestly, you’re sick, Josh. Don’t go outside anymore till you’re better.”

While he trudged up the stairs, Sherry surveyed her daughter, who was definitely laughing at something, yet who also looked a bit worried, a bit troubled.

“What’s up?” she asked her frankly, not inclined to mince words. That was one very good thing about alcohol; it made a person bold.

“Nothing,” claimed Vanessa.

“No, I saw you laughing at your brother. You think it’s funny he hurt himself?”

Vanessa pushed her hair back with a scowl. 

“He deserved it. He was . . . picking on Jasper.”

“Picking on him how?”

“Mom, I don’t know. Antagonizing him.”

Surely it proved something, she thought, that she could tell Vanessa was lying. Surely that demonstrated that she was in no drug-induced haze, the way her husband wanted her to believe. She was sharp enough to smell something up between her two children, though she couldn’t tell what.

If only you could talk, she thought, stroking Jasper’s cold head.



Watching the whole conversation from his chair, Neal tried to transmit his own messages to Vanessa unsuccessfully: What’s going on between you and Josh? Why did he follow you outside? Why does he always follow you outside? The dog quite obviously attacked the boy -- that was a claw mark on his cheek. But why? 

But his daughter, who had spoken so much about trust the night before, refused to meet his eyes, and left him to stew in his own speculations. A little later, when he caught her alone in the den, he leaned across the coffee table to whisper to her.

“What happened? Outside, with Josh?”

Nessa looked confused and evasive for an instant, then shook her head.

“Nothing. He just slipped, that’s all,” she lied.

Neal watched her trying to ignore him for a while, pretending to focus on the TV.

“Are you going to come see me tonight?” he asked in a low voice.

Again she appeared unsure, evasive. “I’m gonna try. It might not be easy.”

“Why?”

She shrugged, glancing furtively down the hallway.

“With the power back on, I mean. I can’t just say I was cold now.”

He nodded to himself; so she had thought of that too. Of course, this was the same girl that had led him into his office only the night before to fuck him for hours. No amount of cold could have explained a locked door and the raucous sounds of sex behind it if Sherry had stumbled upon them.

She was worried, all right -- but not about the power being back on. There was something going on between her and Josh. Neal suspected he knew what.

Somehow, God only knew, the boy had found out about them, just that quick. Perhaps he had been outside that office door, after all. Was he threatening to tell Sherry? Maybe he was trying blackmail Nessa in some way? Something ugly had passed between them outside, something that put that fearful look in his daughter’s eyes, and, he supposed, caused Jasper to rip into the boy. Old Jasper was not the best watchdog in the world, but he was fiercely protective of Nessa. All Josh might have to do was raise his voice to put himself in dutch with the mutt.

That was assuredly the scenario, or some close variation of it. Neal decided not to pressure Nessa quite so much; she was probably as scared shitless of Sherry finding out as he was. God damn that son of his!

“Just find some way to come down for a little while, as early as you can,” he whispered. “We need to talk.”

***

Sherry retired at about ten, toyed with the idea of lying awake to watch TV, wrote it off as pointless. Whether she was becoming some kind of junkie or not, she recognized that, despite a brief lift in her spirits, she had now settled into a whole new category of despair. Oddly enough, it may have had as much to do with the big rubber dick Vanessa had given her as anything else. She wasn’t Vanessa. She couldn’t get used to sticking some foreign object into her for pleasure, no matter how nice it felt. She also couldn’t reconcile herself to cheating on her husband -- not that there was anyone to cheat with, anyhow. So, there it was. Neal had his fun; she had only despondency and gloom.

The only thing she was determined not to do was eat her head off, tempting as that was. She hadn’t developed her skimpy eating habits and worked for what was left of her figure to throw it all away over Neal. Besides, it was her mind, not her body, that she wished to escape. So drink and painkillers were the way to go for now, no matter how much her smug husband might disapprove.



At ten thirty Vanessa knocked on her mother’s door and was beckoned in. Her mother looked absolutely awful: haggard, tired, spent and anxious all in one. Vanessa sat on the edge of her bed and held her hand, chatting with her for a time. She felt like she was visiting in a hospital, so fundamentally unwell did her mother look. They talked about trifles, since Sherry’s state of mind was touch and go at best (there was an empty Scotch bottle on the bedside table, Vanessa noted). When they had exhausted every relatively harmless subject, she kissed her mother and rose to leave. 




Snowed In Ch. 03



Mark felt bad. Even though David wasn't complaining about watching him and Esther make love, and was obviously enjoying it, Mark knew very well that jerking off just wasn't the same. And it didn't help that Esther was a stunning woman, he was lucky to have her as his wife... and even luckier that she was so open minded. He could tell it got both of them off to have David watching them...

But he was starting to feel like maybe that wasn't enough. They were on week three of being snowed into the cabin, and he was feeling really bad about his best friend's womanless plight. 

It was while they were getting ready for bed that he finally announced what he'd had in his mind. 

"David, I think you should be able to make love to Esther if both of you are ok with it." 

Both of them stared at him, and Mark blushed a little, feeling very exposed. He hadn't meant to put it so bluntly, but he wanted it out there in the open.

"Mark..." Esther started to stay, looking startled, and then David interrupted her.

"I can't do that man... she's your wife!" 

Esther's mouth shut closed.

"I know," said Mark, and then he started explaining, "But I feel bad that I'm getting all my needs met and I don't think that you are, and who knows how much longer we're going to be stuck up here."

"But... she's your wife!" David repeated. Esther looked curiously at her husband, quietly waiting to see what he was going to say.

Mark turned to her, "It's not that I don't love you honey, I do, and I don't want you to think that this has anything to do with my attraction to you or anything... but David's been watching us and in some ways I feel bad... and in some ways I kind of start wondering what it would be like to watch him with you." Both he and Esther were blushing now, David had turned away so Mark couldn't see his expression, "And I get a little possessive feeling, but at the same time there's something about it that turns me on."

David turned back looking pained, "Look, it's not that I don't find Esther attractive, I do, but I just feel like it's really... I don't know... wrong!"

"But I'm ok with it," said Mark, feeling more calm and more ok with it by the second, "And I do want to watch, eventually, but it if makes you two feel better, I'm gonna go for a walk right now. Look for some firewood... you two can get into bed. And I'm just going to say that I would be perfectly happy to come back and find Esther naked and exhausted. I'd prefer she was in my bed, because I enjoy sleeping next to my wife, but I'll be happy knowing that she was in yours before that."

And with that he left. Feeling a little trepidation, but at the same time aroused at the idea that while he was gone, David would -- hopefully -- make love to his wife. The image in his head was extremely arousing.

Back in the cabin, Esther and David stared at each other. 

"Did he really mean that?" David asked, looking bewildered.

"Yes," replied Esther, still feeling a little shocked, "I can tell when he means something."

"Wow..." said David, moving to sit on his bed, "I mean just... wow..."

Looking at him, Esther could see why Mark felt bad. He and David were like brothers in some ways, Mark had always been a very sharing person... she wasn't sure how she felt about his willingness to share her. On the other hand, it wasn't like Mark didn't have a possessive/jealous side, she'd seen that often enough... but he liked having David watch them. She liked having David watch them.

And Mark wanted her to do this. It turned him on. This wasn't the kind of thing she'd ever expected to do, but there was a part of her that was attracted to David... and she felt that there was a kind of erotic thrill of the forbidden.

As David sat on the bed, staring into space, Esther undressed. He didn't even move, and she had a feeling he was lost in his own thoughts. Well... she was going to interrupt that. 

Moving in front of him, totally naked, Esther met David's startled eyes. He groaned at the sight of her naked body.

"Esther, I don't know if I can do this," he said.

"It's ok," she replied, "Mark really is ok with it. Or he'd have been back in that front door by now." She smiled, "He's still out there, which means he's taking his time. He really does want you to make love to me, and satisfy your own needs... and he really is aroused by the thought." Blushing she added, "I'm aroused by the thought."

David looked like he was going to say something else and she stepped closer, his head was just at the right height for her breasts. Running her hands through his red hair, she leaned forward and kissed him, gently, on the lips, and felt him both respond and try not to respond. Deepening the kiss, Esther planted one leg on either side of his lap, lowering herself against his body.

Out in the woods, Mark returned to the cabin, peeking in through the window across from the beds. He saw his naked wife straddling David, kissing him deeply... and David's hand slowly drift up to grip Esther's ass. 

Moaning a little, Mark wished that it wasn't so cold out... this really was turning him on and he wished he could jerk off to the erotic sight, like David did when he was watching them.

David's hand clenched on Esther's ass, rough, digging into her flesh, and then it was like lightening flashed through him. Suddenly she was on her back, on his bed, and David was stripping off his clothes... he ran his hands over her body with an urgency that took her breath away... his lips pressed against her, tongue tasting her skin. His first taste of woman in weeks... she moaned and let her hands roam over him, thinking of Mark walking through the woods and wondering if he was picturing this in his head. 

Outside the window, Mark moaned, pushing his pant and snowpant covered groin against the wall to rub his cock through the layers as David's red head disappeared between his wife's thighs. Esther was obviously moaning at David's tongue, the red hair bobbing up and down as she writhed and gasped, her back arching and thrusting her breasts into the air. Mark was sure that his friend was eating her like a starving man. 

Esther gasped, her eyes widening in shock as David's tongue went lower, pressing against her anus... she wanted to protest -- Mark had never touched her there! -- but at the same time it felt good... and so she just relaxed into it, feeling the strange sensation of her nerve endings tingling as David licked her asshole. Then his tongue returned to her pussy, eliciting fiery sensations from her wet folds, sliding back and forth between her holes and making her thrash with sexual bliss. Fingers pushed into her, one wet one poking into her asshole...

Again she almost wanted to protest, but it felt good... strangely full and so she didn't say anything. David just did things differently from her husband, and this new experience was already teaching her some things... it felt good, his fingers moving in and out of her, one of them stretching out her back door... she'd heard about women who enjoyed having their assholes played with. Apparently she was one of them! 

David licked and sucked, pushing his fingers in a mimicry of sex, going deep into her holes with them as he licked all around his questing digits. Then his lips found her clit, and Esther cried out, her hands clutching at his red hair as her back arched... David sucked the tender nub into his mouth and rolled it around, and Esther shrieked her pleasure as an orgasm crashed through her. In her mind's eye she pictured what it would be like if Mark was sitting and watching them on the bed and her orgasm just increased in intensity, making her writhe and thrash against David's fingers and mouth. 

Mark couldn't tell what David had done to Esther, but she had obviously had enjoyed it... he'd done something different because her face had shown some hesitation and shock before she'd fallen into it. He wondered what David had done, rubbing his cock against the wall as he continued watching... wishing he was in there watching and able to touch himself.

Then David climbed on top of Esther, his hands and mouth on her breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh... she could feel his cock rubbing along the inside of her thigh. 

Remembering his reaction to her words the first time he'd watched her and Mark, Esther nibbled on his ear as he suckled at her nipple, murmuring, "I want you inside me..."

With a shuddering groan, David pressed his cock to her wet folds. Esther shivered as he started to push inside of her, the first new cock in her since her first time with Mark. Her pussy was so sensitive after he'd eaten her out, it felt electric, nerve endings tingling... he continued to suck and nibble at her nipple as he pushed inside of her -- easily with how slick she was -- and he bit down on it as he bottomed out. Esther groaned and arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth... 

As he released her nipple from between his teeth, David started thrusting, his mouth moving over her shoulder and neck, arms wrapped strongly around her... Esther moaned, her hands clutching at his back... he was rougher than Mark, teeth biting into her, hands rougher against her body. It turned her on though, thinking about Mark's smooth touch, feeling David's squeezing, questing fingers. 

Pulling back, David pulled her legs up and rested them on her shoulders, putting his hands on her hips and looking down at his friend's wife as he fucked her. Esther realized that he was getting quite a good view, not only of his cock going in and out of her pussy, but of her breasts bouncing on her chest.

Mark almost brought his dick out into the cold when David switched positions, it gave him a fantastic view of his friend's cock violating his wife's pussy, Esther's face as she cried out in pleasure, and the lustful expression of David as he fucked her.

Esther cried out as David leaned forward, bending her in half, his body grinding hard against hers. He opened his mouth to catch her bouncing nipples, teeth scraping against them and making her squirm... her hands were on his shoulders, trying to get the leverage to meet his thrusts as he humped her fiercely.

Letting her legs go, David fell on top of her, she kept her thighs spread wide as he pillaged her pussy, hips lifting to meet his thrusts and rub her clit against his body as she cried out with pleasure. Mark couldn't stand it anymore... and he wasn't getting as good a view anymore either... he walked around to the door, quietly entering.

As soon as he got into the cabin, he started stripping... the two on the bed were so into their pleasure -- and so noisy about expressing it -- that they didn't even hear him as he undressed. 

Esther cried out with ecstasy, her orgasm spiraling up as her body tightened down on David, who let out a hoarse groan. His arms had her in a constrictive embrace, and she couldn't move to get away from or meet his last brutal thrusts... he continued thrusting as he came, and she remembered in her mind's eye the way his dick would spurt from his moving fist while she watched him and Mark. Pleasure wrapped around rapture as his continual thrusting took her higher and higher, and she clutched at his back, crying out her passion.

Finally his movements started to slow, and she let out a gasping sob as her over-stimulated pussy was finally able to stop spasming with gratification. She shuddered in his arms as they loosened around him, kissing his shoulder as he kissed her neck, and then rolled off of her.

They both found themselves looking at Mark, who was standing naked next to the bed, fisting his cock... from the expression on his face Esther could tell her was about to cum, but they were both in such shock that neither she or David could say anything.

"Holy fuck that was hot," was all Mark said, before he fell on top of her. His cock thrust into her body with a singular plunge, his skin cold against her sweaty heat, and Esther cried out in residual pleasure as his cock rubbed against her sensitive pussy walls. The sudden shock of a hard cock inside of her sent her on another wave of rapture, almost painful in its intensity.

Mark humped his wife hard and fast, just a few thrusts as he felt his dick squishing in her used pussy... it was too much for him, especially feeling her orgasm from just that little bit of stimulation from him and his long wait at the window, and he cried out with throaty pleasure as he unloaded into her pussy... her second batch of cum that night. 

Esther panted beneath him as he lay on top of her, his dick lodged in her pussy, David still sat to the side of them.

After a few moments of silence, other than heavy breathing, David asked, "So... I guess you really were ok with it then?"

Mark laughed, "Oh yes... watching you two was even hotter than I imagined it might be."

He turned his head to look at his friend, smiling, and David smiled back tentatively. Esther snuggled into her husband's shoulder, hugging him close as he shrank inside of her.



Snowed In Ch. 03



It took a moment for my mind to register the fact that the door had opened and mom and dad had walked in. In that millisecond of time, I felt like I was hallucinating. As the first powerful jettison of my spunk leapt from my cock, it literally robbed me of all thought, all reason. For a second. After that, everything seemed to happen in slow motion for some reason. Perhaps the shock, the inability to initially react as I stood there, watching that first spurt so gloriously arching upwards into the air. Mandy and Collette still connected together with mom's toy. Somehow I was able to see their faces as they knelt there still fucking, looking towards me. All of us... watching this magnificent streamer of sperm as it defied gravity for a moment before crashing down to land almost perfectly on Mandy's ass. I knew a second, equally powerful squirt was on the way too, but that one I never felt. Reality came rushing back, speeding up time once again back to normal as Collette's cry of pleasure resealed the rift in the void that had for a moment been torn asunder.

"Oh yeah baby! Squirt it! Squirt it! Shoot that hot fucking juice all over us!" She screamed out deliriously.

And I said, "Mom? Dad?"

Hearing what I said brought about several interesting responses and reactions, each one uniquely different in its own way. It was like watching a skit on stage, the actors suddenly forgetting their lines, or reacting to the scene in a totally unexpected way. Whereas Mandy looked initially confused as she looked towards me, hearing me, she suddenly whipped her head about facing forward again. As she did that, she also stood up right there on the bed. Perhaps it was the sudden realization that mom and dad were really there caused her pussy to tighten, to clench around the toy which at the moment was deeply embedded inside her. As she stood, she literally ripped the toy out of her sister, though it remained inside her own cunt. Subconsciously perhaps, I watched her as she reached down, grabbing her long thick phallus as though it were actually a cock, holding it in her hand. There on the bed she stood momentarily suspended in time, Mandy's new prick pointing directly towards mom, obscenely so.

Collette on the other hand merely rolled over. I'd shared with her that fractionary moment as our eyes briefly locked, a thousand words spoken between us at once. But oddly enough, I saw a smile on her face just before she did roll over looking at our parents and then laughed, giggling hysterically.

When she did that, it afforded me the moment to look down at myself, only then feeling what had apparently been my continued climax though after the first squirt I'd pretty much lost all sense of the fact that I was. 

I didn't even know it was possible to ejaculate with an almost flaccid dick. Looking down at myself, I was shocked, well...still in a state of shock I guess, seeing my prick, which had almost miraculously shriveled down to nothingness, as though trying to find a place to hide. My cum however, had nowhere else to go except for out, and though I was obviously at the tail end of what would otherwise have been one of the most explosive climatic moments of my entire life, I simply stood there with long streamers of cum-drool hanging from my dick, splatters of which were now hitting the floor below me.

Back to mom and dad. 

As all this happened almost simultaneously, mom's expression really never changed. She too was shocked, though perhaps more surprised at what she saw as she stood there still in her heavy coat, fresh new snow clinging to both hers and dads almost everywhere. Dad in fact looked a little like an abdominal snowman or something, covered in it even more than mom was, still wearing his hooded arctic coat, snow clinging to it, his hands still raised, caught in motion for a moment as he'd been just about to remove the hood freezing in place as he saw us. So there he stood, his hands still up on either side of his head, once again giving the scene a surrealistic feel to it, his eyes wide as he took all this in.

Mandy still standing full up on the couch bed, holding her dick. Collette now lying on her side facing towards mom and dad, her balled fist in her mouth as she tried to control a hysterical giggle. Me...dripping dick, a long streamer of white spunk clinging to it reaching all the way to the floor like glue unable to move as though glued there myself.

Mom finally reached up removing the wrapped scarf from about her neck, snow falling off it as she did so, dad too finally lowering his hood, shaking it off, more fully revealing his face. There was a smirky, almost quirky smile on his face however, giving a bit of comedic relief to this bizarre little play we were all in. His eyes now focused on Collette as he too fought to stifle a laugh.  I'd expected something else perhaps, a ranting rage, some sort of explosion, his words not matching the movie playing inside my head as he spoke. It was like someone had dubbed the words of the actors, their lips moving in the wrong way even though you understood what was being said.

"Aren't you guys a little cold?"

The moment he said that, Collette really lost it, barking out even more laughter, finally finding her own voice, which even as she spoke sounded distant, far way, just like I wanted to be.

"Actually, it was just starting to get hot in here," she answered now sitting up, tears falling down her face, still laughing between words. I thought my sister had lost her mind, maybe she had. Maybe I had. I still hadn't moved a single inch.

Almost magically, mom had somehow gotten her coat off, even going so far as to hang it up on the hook on the wall behind her. She then turned actually walking over towards the bed, reaching out, taking hold of Mandy's dick taking it out. That action causing my sister to collapse back onto the bed in a heap, though she sat shame-faced, stunned.

"I don't mind you playing with my toys," mom told her, told us all. "But next time, at least have the courtesy to ask first!" Her stern words, demeanor, where more along the lines of what I'd been expecting to hear. But once again the words and tone didn't quite match the expression on her face either. She too was trying to keep from laughing. Especially as she now stood there, this enormous double-headed dick held in her hand as it drooped over pathetically, as though it too were spent, and now shamed of its less than majestic appearance.

"As for you Brian," she said looking towards me. "I'd appreciate it...when you're uh...finished coming there, if you wouldn't mind cleaning up your mess. I just did these floors last week."

I now looked into dad's eyes as he tore my attention away from my mother. "And as soon as you've done that, if you wouldn't mind coming outside with me, we've got a generator I'd appreciate getting some help with." He then turned towards my two naked sisters, "And you girls could help bringing in the rest of the groceries and supplies. After that, I think perhaps we all need to have a little sit down and chat."

In a flurry, the three of us were sent scrambling. Me, flying by mom straight into the kitchen for the paper towels, still naked, her hand coming out to leave a resounding slap on my ass as I passed her on my way in there. Mandy too bounded off the couch bed, locating her flannels, which she immediately slipped on once again. Collette however calmly and serenely sat up, slipped into her snow boots, which stood by the door, and then slipped into her knee-length heavy coat, still totally naked beneath it. Mandy soon joined her as they headed outside behind my father to carry in the groceries. I reappeared, roll of paper towels in hand, kneeling down on the hardwood floor, mom still standing nearby watching me.

"What the hell?"

I turned looking up at her over my shoulder. She was staring at the bed.

"What?" I actually asked her.

"What did you guys do? Dump a gallon of water on the bed?" she asked. "It's soaked! How can you possibly sleep on that?" She walked over, looking down, once again turning towards me as though seeking some sort of explanation.

"Ah...that's Collette's fault. She ah...she ah...squirted," was all I could think of to say.

"Squirted?" Mom said in surprise, her eyes widening. "Oh really! I wish I'd been there to see that!"

I almost fell over. 

"Hurry up now Brian, I'm sure your dad's waiting. I'll finish up there, and get some clean dry sheets," she added, suddenly in a busy little flurry herself as I scrambled back into my own clothing, sans shirt, just throwing on my winter parka and went outside into the now full blown blizzard to help dad with the new generator.

**

It took the better part of an hour to get it hooked up as the girls helped mom putting things away. Shortly thereafter however, we had power again, though we limited the use of the lights even then, only using what we needed to, and then only sparingly. I soon after re-stoked the fire, nervously stacking even more wood than we needed as mom made coffee in preparation for what we all knew was going to be a very interesting family chat, and more than likely a very long evening, especially as it was early yet.

By now Collette had at least put on my old football jersey, which was another reminder of the first time we'd all fooled around together. I still hadn't put a shirt on, but with the fire going, along with the heater for the house, I was toasty warm, if not almost too much. But I also think my nerves were adding to the rise in temperature too. And though mom and dad's reaction wasn't at all what I might have expected, I was still waiting for the proverbial, "other shoe to fall," as I sat there fidgeting in my seat. Mom calmly and patiently poured us all a little coffee, even adding a splash of Irish cream to it while we waited on Mandy to join us. For some reason, she'd opted to actually dress, reappearing in a pair of jeans along with a very modest looking blouse, which included a bra on beneath it. 

"Well now, obviously...I think we have a few things to discuss," mom began looking over towards dad receiving a nod of the head from him as she did so. Obviously, he'd given over the role to mom to start things off, though I kept expecting him to jump in and take over any moment now. "I think it's important that we clear the air here, lay all the cards out on the table," mom went on using metaphors as she was prone to do whenever she had something she felt was important to say.  "But most importantly, I think we all need to be up front and honest with one another about things, especially after what's happened. And particularly, because we're all apt to be holed up inside the house now for the next several days."

Before we'd really gotten down to business and while still waiting for Mandy to reappear, dad had told us about what they'd found out and heard about the storm, along with their decision to head back when they did. Dad told us that the weather service had in fact declared this as the worse storm on record for this region in over forty years. They'd seen some satellite images of it while in town, looking a little like a hurricane, the eye of it just then starting to edge over where we lived. It had been for that reason that dad had decided it was now or never...so he and mom had decided to head for home while they still could. 

The airport was shut down, though it was over two hours away, and not that any of us needed to worry about that yet for the better part of another week, it would have been far too risky to even consider under the circumstances. Already several people were stranded, with hotels and motels suddenly filled up, another reason mom and dad had decided to head home. It was most likely they wouldn't have even been able to get a room.

"Anyway, that's why we came back....early," dad said once again trying to hide a smile. "And it looks like, we're going to be pretty much snowed in by the looks of it, for the next several days at least. So we might as well get used to the idea, and make the best of things," he'd added, after which he'd pretty much given the floor over to mom once Mandy had rejoined us, now dressed and with dad still trying to look somewhat serious, though still hiding a smile.

Good old Mandy was the one that cut right to the chase. "So...are we in trouble?" she asked, sounding more like the young girl she once used to be so long ago, that same girl that so mischievously got her way and somehow managed to stay out of trouble though she always seemed to be getting into it. Whereas I on the other hand, actually tried to behave myself and be a good kid, but was somehow found out for every minor incident I was ever involved in. 

"I guess that depends on the way you look at things," mom began. "Let's be honest here," she told her looking at her directly, and then at the two of us. "You've opened a door...walked through it to the other side, it's not one that's going to be so easy walking back through again after that, or in closing it," she informed us. And I knew as she said that, she was right. It wouldn't be.  "So the only trouble is as I see it, is how you're going to deal with that going forward.  If you're worried about being in trouble with us as far as we see it? No...you're not."

Mandy and I both were a bit surprised by that, though Collette as usual seemed to be taking all this in on a much higher level than we were. Maybe perhaps because she was older, a bit wiser, and wasn't seeing herself as a kid again the same way that I think Mandy and I were.

"Frankly, your father and I are surprised this hasn't happened before now. We both felt and have always believed it was inevitable. You're all well aware that we've never frowned on nudity around the house. We certainly never went out of the way to encourage it, but we never discouraged it either. We both felt early on that it was far better to raise all of you in an open-minded environment, answer whatever questions you might have when you asked them...appropriately so," she added. "But basically, try and raise you in such a way that you weren't ashamed, embarrassed or ever feel guilty about your sexuality or your curiosities. It was only normal, and natural that each one of you would from time to time be curious about one another, and also from time to time, walk in on, or in Brian's case, purposely find a way to spy on his sisters, or even me while we were dressing."

"Hey!" I said in my own defense, though one look from mom quieted that.

"And your father and I aren't exactly innocent in that respect either," she suddenly admitted. "It's been interesting for us too, seeing you all grow up, mature and come into yourselves as adults. When you did, and when your father and I both quit seeing you all as kids, but as adults, we then allowed ourselves to treat you as equals in many ways, perhaps more so than we should have in some respects. Especially when it came to sex. But...we did. And neither one of us has any regrets or guilt feelings because of it either," she now added. "There have been a couple of instances, such as the time Collette and I sat in the bathroom together, though I'm willing to bet that she's already told you that story, along with one or two more. So like I said, your dad and I aren't exactly innocent in our own curiosities of the three of you either." She now looked at Mandy, actually grinning. "I never did tell your dad about salad night," she said grinning even wider at her.

"Mom!"

"Salad night?" Dad asked.

"MOM!" Mandy said once again as Collette burst out into another giggle. Even I was smiling at hearing that one, though it was Collette who now came to Mandy's rescue.

"Yeah, suffice it to say we've all shared a few stories about things we do know about, and since as you said it, we're all here to lay the cards out on the table so to speak, how about the two of you fill us in on where you're at with all this? And what else have you done, thought about, that maybe the three of us aren't aware of?" she now asked.

It was interesting to see the sudden shift in things as now mom looked guiltier than the three of us, though perhaps guilty wasn't exactly the right word. Her face was flushed, that much was sure, but if anything...and if I didn't know any better, she actually looked aroused.  Even dad shifted in his chair a little trying to get a bit more comfortable, but he again nodded his head, urging her to continue.

"Like I said, your dad and I have been watching you, observing you all from time to time, seeing how you interact with one another whenever you're together.  Quite naturally, it went from spying," she said looking directly at me. "To teasing, to flirting, to even playing a little, and finally...to this. Long ago your dad and I made the decision to just see how things went, let nature take its course and not steer anything in one direction or another, so we didn't. It's not to say we didn't sit on the sidelines, watching and even from time to time enjoying what we saw, because we did. But that's something else your father and I were always open with one another about too. No secrets between us, about anything. Not about what we felt, saw, or occasionally even did."

"Like what?" Mandy asked curiously.

"Before I tell you...or say anything more. Can we right now, right here at least agree to speak freely without any repercussions or judgments? Obviously, your dad and I didn't judge any of you tonight when we got home, so we're asking for the same kind of consideration, would you be willing to do that for us as well?"

I certainly had no problem with doing that, nor did Collette who I knew wouldn't. As soon as Mandy got that sort of acknowledged agreement from the two of us, she was more than willing to go along with that too.

"Just be honest with us then, no matter what," she now asked.

"Then I will be," mom told her. "Even if you're at first shocked, or maybe even disappointed, or offended by anything you might hear, all I ask is that you keep an open-mind, the same way we've done for you before jumping to any conclusions about us. We're still the same people we've always been. Your mom and dad, though after this, you might not see either one of us in quite the same light as before."

"You'll always be mom and dad, no matter what," Mandy assured them both, speaking for each of us as she did so, though now...I was admittedly curious as to what all we were about to learn here regarding our parents.

"Ok, then I'll begin. But before I actually do that, are you willing to concede the point that all three of you have gotten aroused by some of the things you yourselves have seen or done even before now, when it involved the three of you, or even a time or two as your dad and I certainly know...when that also included us?"

Once again all three of us looked at one another, shaking our heads yes.

"Good, then hopefully you can accept and understand, your dad and I are no different in that regard than any of you. We might be mom and dad, but we're also people. People who've raised you with the exact same curiosities, desires and feelings that the three of you have. And because of that, we are also just as sexual in nature as any one of you are. We get horny...same as you. We sometimes act on our desires and fantasies, same as you, though we've only done so, provided no one is ever hurt or offended because of them. And...we've very often enjoyed the pleasures of watching the three of you too. Sometimes...without your knowledge."

It was Collette who now spoke, doing so for all three of us in a way as she asked the question I had already asked myself though not speaking it out loud.

"I'd like to hear some of them," she told her candidly, smiling. "And don't leave anything out either, don't white-wash it. You saw us tonight, you saw us being quite vulnerable, quite free with one another, no sense denying we weren't being that way. So...as long as we're all trying to think and act like adults here, I'd like to hear some of these instances, in plain, explicit detail if you wouldn't mind sharing."




Snowed In Ch. 03



Once again I watched as dad shifted in his seat. I did too, surprised to find I was actually getting an erection, and now wondering if he was shifting in his chair, because he was!

"Very well," mom began taking a sip of her coffee first. "But I'll only speak for myself, if your father wishes to confess any of his own thoughts, he's certainly man enough to do so for himself," she said looking over towards him. Dad didn't give off any indication one way or the other that he would...or wouldn't for that matter, as mom continued.

"It was a few months after Brian's graduation, around the time that your father had just finished turning the girl's room into the downstairs den, and his own little office. I was nursing a cold at the time, which had kept me awake. Unable to sleep, I had ventured downstairs to make myself a cup of hot chocolate, which is when I happened to glance out the window and saw Brian leading Susan by the hand towards the house. It was around one in the morning, so I knew he thought your father and I would be sound asleep. I actually just walked around the corner from the kitchen into the living room there and stood behind the wall as they came sneaking in. It was funny, because I didn't even have my robe on, I was naked when they did that. Anyway, seconds later they came in and immediately went downstairs together. I quite naturally assumed that Brian would take her into his room, surprised when he didn't, taking her into the new den instead."

It was sort of weird hearing all this, and filling in the reasoning behind that before she continued, though it felt natural to be doing so, and I wasn't at all embarrassed when I did either, speaking just as freely about it as she was.

"The reason I did that, was because my room at the time was a mess. Susan and I had been messing around in the front seat of my car, parked out front. But as we'd already gotten so worked up as it was, especially already wanting to now do what we did, the last place I wanted to lose my virginity, was on my bed in a very messy looking bedroom. And besides, that new couch in the downstairs den was damn comfortable, and roomy."

"You fucked your girlfriend on my brand new couch?" Dad actually stated breaking his sudden vow of silence.

"Old news," mom laughed. "Go on Brian," she told me.

"Actually mom...I interrupted your story, I'm more interested in hearing you telling it and what happened after we went downstairs," I said finding myself surprisingly excited to be doing so. Even dad calmed down realizing he was about to hear it too.

"As you all remember, your father had knocked out the wall in the old laundry room in order to expand the den. As the laundry room never did have a door, he had left it open, so even with the old bedroom door closed leading into the room, you could still enter in to it from the other side without being heard or observed, which I did."

It was admittedly weird hearing mom's admission, looking back on it now...remembering that night as Susan and I finally did the nasty together, realizing now, mom was there, watching us...or so it seemed as she continued.

"Even from the top of the stairs, I could hear the two of them giggling downstairs, which is when I realized they'd gone into the den rather than into Brian's bedroom. Eventually I quietly and carefully crept down the stairs, actually walking past the closed door leading into the room, and then down the hall, coming in through what used to be then the old laundry room. From my vantage point there, I had a direct line of sight over towards the couch. Brian had turned on the table lamp, which was the only light, and just soft enough for the two of them to see one another by. But it also kept the rest of the place pretty much concealed in darkness, especially where I was standing. By the time I got there, the two of them had already undressed. Brian was in fact standing next to the couch while Susan was sitting on it. She had his cock in her mouth, sucking it. I'll be the first to admit, I was aroused upon seeing that, watching her doing it. But...you also might be surprised to know, I was just about to turn around and leave too, let them privately have their fun without them ever being aware I'd been there, or had seen them. And would have too, until I heard Susan ask..."

"You're sure about this Brian? "You're ready to lose your virginity, even though you know I'm not one myself anymore?" she had asked him.

"I am," I remembered you saying," mom said looking over towards me. "Well, after hearing that, I decided to stick around for a moment longer. I mean it's not every day one's treated to seeing their own son or daughter about to do something for the very first time, especially something like this. I figured there was no fucking way I was going to pass this up, and so I didn't. Promising myself to remain perfectly still and quiet, and at least not spoil this moment for them while watching them."

"Oh my god! Mom watched you lose your virginity!" Mandy giggled pushing me. 

"Before you go off on yourself there honey," mom warned her. "Or further tease your poor brother, you might want to reconsider. You're not the only one around here with first time secrets you know," she said effectively shutting my sister up.

"What? When?" she now wondered curiously. "Later, that's one your father can tell you about, if he wishes to that is," she said simply looking over towards him.

Mandy turned to look at our father. "Daddy?"

He just grinned at her. "Let mom finish her story...then we'll see," was all he said.

"I can hardly wait to hear it," I said just loud enough that she did, receiving another hit from her against my shoulder. Mom ignored us however and continued on, though she smiled at seeing our interaction, things were almost back to normal again the way she saw it.

"It was very sweet actually," mom said gushing a little, almost pridefully so. "Your brother didn't let any of that manly mucho stuff get in the way of things either. He was the one who was inexperienced, and deferred that to Susan. He actually asked her what it was he could do, what she needed him to do, in order for her to be ready for him when she finally was."

"Ahh, that really is sweet," Collette said meaning it, though Mandy giggled excitedly.

"That's when she told him that it would definitely help to get her ready to receive his hard stiff cock, if he were to lick her a little before hand, so then I watched as she spread herself out there on the couch..."

"My new couch," Dad said just under his breath.

"And then Brian got down on his knees in front of her, and started licking her. She told him what to do at that point, how to do it, and apparently he listened and followed instructions, unlike a lot of men..." she now added looking over towards dad, who merely groaned and rolled his eyes at her.

"Hmmm," Collette moaned then softly too, and I glanced over at her when she did that, surprised to see it when she slipped her hand down beneath the waistband of her panties. Sitting the way she was, I knew that no one else except for me could see she had actually done that, but I was still surprised that she had, especially with mom and dad sitting there across from her while she began fingering herself.

"Needless to say, seeing and hearing all that made me horny! Especially as I was naked, too easy to simply slip my own finger down between my legs and begin finger-fucking myself while I stood there watching the two of them."

Mom certainly wasn't no prude, never had been. And I'd certainly heard her use the word fuck before, though generally only when she was angry about something, or angry at herself more than anything. But hearing the way she said it now in an erotic naughty sort of way, took on an entirely new meaning.  And she was right about another thing too, I was already seeing my mother in an entirely new light as she began going into what I thought was indeed pretty explicit detail as she described what she did to herself, along with what I was currently doing to Susan at the time.

As I mentioned before, all three of them had pretty good-sized breasts though it had been years now since I'd actually seen my mothers, and looking back then only briefly when I'd stumbled into her bedroom getting ready to go out for the evening with dad. I clearly recalled, this had NOT been one of my intended spying's either, though I was eventually accused of doing that, though even playfully then as I recalled it. And the fact mom hadn't made a big fuss about it either when I came barging in on her. She'd made no attempt to hide herself, cover up, or in hindsight embarrass me in any way as she stood there. And what's more, she simply waited for me to speak and explain my presence rather than shooing me away. Obviously, she was allowing me that moment to collect myself, process what I'd seen in order to not make any big deal out of it. It had been the first real good look at my mother's boobs, and I couldn't help but sit there and wonder how they might look now too.

Mom eventually finished her story, admittedly telling all of us how she'd masturbated herself to orgasm, standing there in the darkness across the way, watching me as I finally entered Susan for the very first time. She'd left shortly after that, leaving us the rest of our evening together in some semblance of privacy. After she had finished her story, she stood up in order to pour us all some more coffee, but I think she was taking that moment to collect herself as well. She was obviously aroused by now, as I believe we all were.

"Whew, you sure you haven't got the heat up too high now?" she asked dad. "It really does seem to be getting pretty hot in here!" she stated fanning herself, actually reaching up and undoing a couple of buttons on the blouse she was wearing. And though she didn't actually reveal all that much when she did, her more than ample cleavage was a bit more evident as she retook her seat. And I found myself sitting there staring at it when she did.

"So daddy," Collette said breaking the momentary silence, though I once again noticed she was still sitting there slowly fingering herself! "You going to tell us your story about Mandy?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mandy said, though she did so a bit nervously. Curious enough to want to know what he'd actually seen...if in fact he really had, though obviously worried about what it might be too.

"You really want to know?" Dad grinned, his eyes suddenly filled with that same lusty look I'd seen in them before whenever he'd chased mother up the stairs to their room. "I wouldn't want to embarrass my little girl...but, it really was pretty hot!"

Now it was my turn. "Tell it dad...after all, only fair," I said glancing over towards Mandy as she glared at me almost menacingly. 

"Well let's see. Back then we used to have that old plastic supposed to be portable pool in the back yard? The one you kids finally managed to collapse and send water flooding into the back door of the house?"

I laughed at that remembering.  It was the last time the three of us had swum in it together for one...obviously. But Collette had come home for Mandy's graduation the week before when that happened. It had been a while since the three of us had been together, and we'd got pretty carried away outside in the pool when it happened. At one point, we'd been playing grab-ass as I recalled, and Collette along with Mandy had been threatening to "pants me" back then. I'd fought back by pulling off Collette's bikini top, even though I'd not really meant to do so. That too had been inadvertent. I'd only meant to threaten doing it, but when she and Mandy both lunged at me as though they really were going to take off my swim trunks, I turned meaning to push off and head up the ladder out the pool. I had grabbed her top however, watching it come away in my hand, freeing her breasts entirely. Shrieking at me, though not really mad, still doing so playfully, she charged, as did Mandy, all three of us suddenly hitting one side of the pool wall together at full force. Needless to say, it gave way, cascading nearly a thousand gallons of water across the back yard, most of which managed to climb the steps into the kitchen.

"Well, before that happened, I think it was a few days before Mandy's graduation, she'd asked to have one of her friends over for a sleepover," he said smiling.

"Oh my god!" Mandy said under her breath. It was now obvious dad knew what he was talking about.

"As was pretty much the case for all of you back in those days, you pretty much preferred sleeping outside then during the summer, rather than inside where the house usually got...and stayed pretty warm. I actually forget her name..."

"Amanda," Collette giggled. "It had to be Amanda," she said guessing where this was already going. "I always knew she had the hots for you Mandy, especially as your names were so similar. Even her parents tried calling her Mandy in the beginning, but she opted for her more formal name, unlike yourself, 'Amanda', Collette said actually calling our sister by her real given name. "Go on daddy...get to the good part," she grinned wickedly, though so was I. Once again shifting in my seat, my erection now fully pressed against the front of my jeans making it somewhat awkward for me to sit there the way that I was. And still occasionally glancing over towards mom, whom I now noticed had managed to finger loose an additional button on her blouse at some point.

"Well, you know me. I've never tried to hide the fact that I've always been watchful and cautious with you kids growing up. I mean I wanted you all to have your freedoms and such, and feel like you were safe, especially living around here. But even as far out as we are, and were then, I'd caught more than one person skulking about in the night on our property. And so...having the girls sleeping outside, even if it was just on the other side of the old pool, I was worried about them and decided to sort of keep an eye on things and make sure they were ok. My intent even then was to do so, without either one of them ever being aware that I had. Little did I realize," dad said winking at the rest of us.

One of the nice things about the property that mom and dad had, was a natural spring that ran a short distance away behind the house. A gentle slope slowly rose from that up the hill away from it towards the house. Mom and dad had planted grass all the way to the first cut of trees separating the property from the first slope of the hill heading towards the stream behind the house.

"I figured if I walked down the hill on the side of the house, and then back up the hill from the stream, I could watch quietly without being seen from the trees, especially since Mandy and Amanda had specifically chosen to place their sleeping bags there on the other side of the old pool, and thus remain hidden away from the house itself. What I wasn't expecting to see, was the two of them naked, engaged in what is commonly known as a "69", even back in my day," he added laughing. "But the fact was...I was totally unprepared for, seeing my daughter licking her friend's pussy while she in turn licked hers."

"Oh my god...daddy!" Mandy said once again blushing.

"First pussy?" Collette asked her.

Mandy actually shook her head yes, still blushing. I was harder than ever imagining it in my mind. And so must have been dad as I realized it then, and continued.

"So, just like your mom confessed doing, so did I," he openly admitted. "I mean after all, it was pretty erotic seeing your sister eating out that other girl's cunt, and then she eating hers. Up until then, it had always been a fantasy of mine, something I'd been after your mother to do for me."

"Mom?" Mandy said cutting in looking at her, making her blush.

"Shh, maybe later," she smiled back. It was clearly evident to me now she really was aroused too. One more button had come undone with only two more to go, and her entire blouse would come open!

"So anyway," dad said looking at my sister, "Seeing that got me aroused, and so I quite naturally started jerking off."

Suddenly I was now sitting there with visions of my old man yanking away on his prick, not quite sure how I felt about that as I did. I mean images of mom was one thing...

"So in the meantime, your mom decides to come looking for me. I'd already told her earlier what it was I was thinking about doing later on, in order to keep an eye out on the girls. Unable to sleep herself without me being there, she came looking for me, took the same way I did so as not to arouse the girls we were even there. Even brought me a drink," he said smiling at her as he looked over towards mom. 

"Oh my god!" Mandy said again. "Mom? You too?"

"Shh, let daddy finish his story," she said, as I watched her reach down now beneath the table and release the last two button's on her blouse. I mean it was obvious at least to me that she had, but I'm not sure either Mandy or Collette had actually noticed it. They had their entire attention focused on dad.

"So yeah, there we are too, mom now sitting there beside me, only now she's the one stroking my dick while the two of us are watching the two of you, watching you as you went down on your girl friend for the first time as we later learned."

"How'd you find that out?" Mandy asked.

"Another story, for another time," mom said pleasantly smiling at her, though now Mandy noticed mom's blouse was entirely undone. It was really hard not to with her white lacy bra clearly showing now, though she only glanced at her a moment more before turning her attention back towards dad.

"But that's when your mom finally decided, as erotic and as beautiful as the two of you looked, that maybe...just maybe...she might actually be willing to try that herself. If...she found the right person to do it with. And provided the first time she did it, was alone with the other woman. She wanted to make sure she was comfortable, and enjoyed it before allowing me to watch her actually do that."

"And so...did you? Finally?" I wondered aloud, once again interrupting dad's story.

"Yes...she did," Collette said speaking from out of the blue. "A few days later, with me."

I don't mind saying by this point I was almost as aroused as I'd been earlier. Hearing all these erotic admissions for one, Collette sitting there next to me fingering herself for another, mom...even as simple an act as it might appeared to first be, simply unbuttoning her blouse the way that she had, hinted at herself maybe perhaps...baring her boobs. As unlikely at the time that still seemed to be. And then suddenly learning, hearing how she and mom had gone down on one another? Obviously...Collette had been holding out on us.

"You? You and mom?" Mandy said sounding a bit shocked by Collette's free-willed admission. Even dad wasn't shocked upon hearing that. Obviously, he knew about it too.  No real surprise there. Obviously his wish had been granted somewhere along the way by the smile on his face.

"Mandy? Are you upset in hearing that?" Mom asked concernedly. "Is there something about knowing that now that angers you? Disgusts you? Frightens you?" she asked.

Mandy took a moment before answering. "No...not really I guess. Just surprised I haven't heard about this before now. As close as we've always been, I just sorta thought Collette might have told me about it before now," she stated.

"Oh really? And why is it then little sister, that I'm just hearing about you and Amanda? How come you never came and told me about that now huh? Just who's keeping secrets from whom around here?" she asked.

Mandy redirected her attention back towards mom however, ignoring Collette for the moment. 

"So what are you feeling then?" she now asked, pressing her to answer.

"I don't know...confused a little I guess, not really angry no. Not even upset to hear about this either," she said honestly. "I mean after all..." she now realized after everything the three of us had now done together, there was no real reason for her to be.




Snowed In Ch. 03



Mom sat back in her chair, smiling. Her full breasts though still encased in her white lacy bra fully revealed. 

"Let me ask you something else then," mom said. "Were you aroused when you came in that night and saw me sucking your father's dick? Come on now Mandy, admit it...you know you were, I mean...it was kind of obvious after all wasn't it?"

Mandy was blushing profusely, but she finally nodded her head. "Yes...yes I was," she stated easily enough.

"And will you also admit something else then? That you're also aroused now as well, and just a little unsure as to be able to admit it? I mean...your sister certainly is, she's been sitting there nearly the entire evening now fingering herself."

That one caught Collette by surprise, though she didn't bother trying to deny it either. 

"There's nothing wrong with admitting that you got aroused looking at your father, or watching us that night, any more than admitting that you are right now either. If you are, say so...don't be afraid to say it! I am! I'll freely admit it! I'm horny as hell to be perfectly honest about it. I mean for hells sakes, your dad and I come home albeit quite unexpectedly, to what? To an orgy that our three kids are openly having and sharing with one another. Funny as it was, and turned out, it was still obvious to us both how erotic it must have been for the three of you. So if you think I'm got to lie to any of you about it, that it turned me on, and that I still am...well, I won't!"

"Really? You are? Horny I mean?" Mandy asked in clear obvious surprise.

"Very. And in case you didn't notice, though how could you not, I've slowly been sitting here undoing my blouse. I've always known your brother has a thing for women's breasts, and he's certainly taken every opportunity to see mine whenever he could, not to mention each of you."

I could only think of three times when I'd actually done that on purpose. Every other time had really been an accident. Like I said...

"So, now...here I am sitting in my bra, and I know your father doesn't mind that I am, he's got a woody too, just as I'm pretty sure Brian does again. And all he has to do now is ask me to take it off for him, and I will. If...that's what he wants. But, it's up to him, just as anything further now...is all up to the rest of you as well."

I know I was sitting there with my mouth open in surprise. Even more surprised when I spoke, looking over towards dad. "You mean to tell me...all I have to do is ask you to take it off and you will?"

"All you have to do is ask," mom said looking pointedly towards me.

"Take it off mom," I told her.

And she did.



Snowed In Ch. 04



The morning after David had slept with Esther, while her husband Mark watched, David went out for a walk to leave the two of them alone. The couple got the feeling that their friend wanted to make sure everything was going to be ok between them and give them some time to talk through any feelings.

Mark, wanting to make sure that Esther knew he loved her and that he wasn't at all upset about the night before, took his wife in his arms and kissed her.

"It was really hot watching you and David last night," he said.

"How long were you watching?" Esther asked, "We didn't even notice you come in." She blushed a little, feeling bad, and also aroused as she remembered David's passion and her shock at seeing Mark standing there, erect and watching with lust in his eyes.

Mark laughed, "I saw almost the entire thing from the window, I didn't come inside until the very end. You two just got me so hot, I couldn't exactly play with myself out there, it was way too cold."

Blushing even more, Esther glanced at the window, realizing that it would have given her husband the perfect view for seeing everything she and David did.

"I just have one question," Mark continued, "What on earth did he do when he was eating you out? You got the most interesting expression on your face!"

"Oh," Esther's blush deepened, going all the way to the roots of her red hair, "Um... well he ah... licked me -- not my pussy -- and then he put his finger in there too."

Mark's eyebrows raised, "He licked your ass? And fingered it?"

Blushing furiously, Esther nodded, looking up into her husband's eyes to make sure he was ok with it.

"I didn't think you were into that," Mark looked at her inquiringly.

"I didn't know I was," Esther answered honestly, "I was going to tell him to stop... but then it felt kind of good." She shivered a little, remembering how good, that strange full feeling... and then she looked at Mark. Her husband was looking a little possessive now and she realized it was because his friend had gotten to explore a part of her that he hadn't. Realizing that, she quickly said, "I would like it much better if you did it. In fact... Mark... would you like to take my anal virginity?"

Mark looked shocked, and Esther looked away, embarrassed. Putting his fingers underneath her chin, Mark brought her eyes back to his, "Really Esther? Are you sure?"

Hearing the eagerness in his voice, Esther realized that his shock wasn't because he was horrified at her suggestion, but because he was excited. She nodded, "It felt kind of good last night... and we seem to be trying a lot of new things this weekend. I wasn't able to give you my virginity on our wedding night... so maybe this can take the place of that. And... I'm curious. I want to know what it's like."

Mark moaned with excitement and kissed her passionately, surprising Esther with his response... after all, he'd never really expressed an interest in that area before. Although, thinking back, she remembered one time when he'd tried to finger her there but she'd refused... that had been very early in their sex life, and before she'd gotten as comfortable with him. Now... she wanted to know what it was like. Kissing him back passionately, Esther let her husband push her towards the bed, stripping off their clothes as they went. 

He got her situated on the bed, on all fours with some pillows under her hips. Then she felt her husband spreading her ass cheeks, looking excitedly at her pink pussy and sweet crinkled hole. Leaning forward, Mark began kissing her ass cheeks, his mouth working inwards to the sensitive center... Esther moaned and pushed her hips back at him as his tongue swirled around her asshole. It felt just as good as it had the night before. Moving up and down, Mark teased both her pussy and her ass with his tongue, licking and nibbling at her flesh.

Resting her weight on her elbows, Esther moved her hips, gyrating in the air, surprised to be as excited as she was by the anal play.

His mouth moved directly over her anus, his tongue sliding around the hole, and she gasped with pleasure. Making it into a hard little point, Mark tried to actually push his tongue into that tight space that he was going to deflower, making Esther moan and wriggle with the new sensations that were making her pussy drip. Getting up and leaning around her, Mark pulled the little thing of lube that they'd brought up to the cabin out of the drawer.

Getting his fingers wet, he put the tip of his index finger against her ass and began to push it in. Esther groaned and wiggled her ass back and forth... it felt strange and erotic to have something sliding into her ass. Her nerve endings tingled and she shivered with the full, stretching feeling of Mark's finger in her tightest space. Sinking the entire length of his digit between his wife's ass cheeks, Mark fisted his cock with his other hand... it was rock hard.

He was so lucky to have a wife like Esther, so open-minded... and as this trip showed, literally willing to try almost anything. The possibilities were endless and he was enjoying this thrill ride. 

Moving his finger in and out, he watched as her ass waved back and forth, hungry for more... breathing hard, he pulled his index finger almost all the way out, and then began to push two fingers in.

"Oww..." breathed Esther, letting out a little sigh of slight pain as her ass cramped a little, feeling VERY stretched and full now that Mark had two fingers in there. For the first time she felt a little twinge of fear at the idea of his cock in her ass. 

"Are you ok?" Mark asked, slowing his fingers descent into her hole... they were about half way in.

Breathing deeply, Esther nodded, "Yeah... just go slowly..."

Mark pulled his fingers out a little and then pushed back in, keeping it at about the halfway mark of his fingers. Esther slowly relaxed as her ass stretched to accommodate, feeling the strangely erotic thrusting of his fingers, the sliding in and out of her ass that made her nerve endings tingle deliciously. As she started to move with his hand again, Mark started to push a little more of his fingers in with each thrust, making Esther drop her head and moan in new pleasure. 

It felt strange, slightly painful, and also pleasurable as her asshole stretched for his fingers... Esther pushed back against them, wanting them deeper inside of her... reaching underneath her body she pinched her nipples, making her writhe even more with sexual eroticism. The pleasure in her nipples and ass seemed to center in her pussy, stirring new sensations at her core.

Seeing his wife responding the way she was, and watching her pinch her own nipples while he fingered her ass, moaning with pleasure, made Mark impatiently aroused. Pulling his fingers from her ass, he listened to Esther panting as he coated his cock with lube... getting behind her on the bed, Mark caressed her ass, pressing his thumbs into her cheeks as he pulled them apart to stare at her crinkled hole.

From the way she had her face down on the bed, hands still under her chest, Mark knew she was still playing with her nipples and breasts. With a groan, he lined his cock up with her virgin ass, and started to push in.

Esther gasped as this much larger piece of meat started to violate her... she whimpered as the head of his cock popped in.

"Owwww..." she moaned, pinching her nipples even harder to distract herself from the pain, "Slow down... go slow..."

Mark paused, his gaze fixed on the head of his cock embedded in his wife's glorious ass, reluctantly he asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," she replied, and he shivered with delight, "Just go slow."

Massaging her lower back, Mark rocked the head of his cock back and forth in her tight hole for a few minutes, feeling her inner ass muscles play over the sensitive head. He moaned with pleasure as he sank a little more of his dick into her, both at the sight and the fantastic feeling of her flexible ass gripping him so tightly. Esther moaned too, wiggling a little and pinching her nipples even harder, starting to twist them back and forth... somehow making more pain in her nipples was making everything feel better. 

His hands rubbed her body as Mark pressed deeper, working his cock back and forth as he pushed a little deeper every time... Esther whimpered at the violation of her ass, every nudge of his cock taking more virgin territory. Clenching and unclenching her ass, Esther tried to relax... Mark's cock felt huge in her ass, even bigger than it did in her pussy, and she was almost shocked at how thick his meat felt, filling her backdoor. 

When he was two thirds of the way in, Mark couldn't be patient anymore, he leaned his weight onto his wife, completely filling her backside with his cock. Esther cried out as her insides were stretched open, moving as though to get away from the incoming cock, but she had no where to go... with all her weight resting on the pillows, she shuddered and tried to relax her ass as it spasmed around her husband's dick. Mark held himself inside of her, moving his hands up to her breasts to cup them gently, rubbing her tender nipples and moving her own fingers away from them. 

Putting her hands on either side of her head, Esther lay before him, submissive and accepting, her ass impaled on his cock. Squeezing her breasts, Mark pulled out a little bit and then shoved back in, groaning at how tight her ass was, the way her muscles massaged him as he held his full length embedded in her ass. Moaning, Esther closed her eyes and wiggled, feeling his dick moving around inside her... she felt stuffed, full... her pussy still feeling rather open and needy, but at the same time, incredibly aroused.

Slowly, steadily, Mark pulled out and then pushed back in, beginning a slow moving crescendo of thrusting... Esther moaned, pushing her ass back out at him, wincing a little as he lampooned her tender hole. They were both caught up in the sheer eroticism of Mark fucking her ass... taking her last virginity. 

"Oh god..." Esther cried out as he started to pick up the pace, shoving in and out of her ass with less and less mercy... she pushed back against his assault, her ass tightening and clenching, muscles working over his cock. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire as he pillaged her ass, his hands milking her breasts as he used them for leverage to pull her back against him. 

Panting and moaning, Esther gave her ass up to him completely, ramming herself back against him, pushing one hand down to her pussy and rubbing her clit as her husband fucked her up the ass. Rubbing her clit felt good, especially with the slick glide in and out of her deflowered ass, the tingling flowing through her entire lower region... 

Mark's breathing was getting hoarse and heavy, she could tell he was going to cum soon.

"Do it," she whispered, her voice slowly getting louder, "Do it Mark, fuck my ass... fill my ass up with your cum... I want to feel you cumming in my ass!"

With a bellow, he thrust hard, making her cry out with the sharp pain and pleasure as he buried himself in her tender hole... Esther rubbed her clit furiously as she actually felt his dick expanding in her ass, each spurt of cum forcing its way past her tight hole... she could actually feel him creaming her ass. Moving her hips against him, as he held completely still, Esther cried out with pleasure as her ass tightened around him, milking the last of his cum from him, and her clit brought her over the edge into a fantastic waterfall of pleasure.

Mark's arms were wrapped around her, hands squeezing her breasts tightly, as she writhed beneath him, against her fingers... his cock flexed inside her ass as it spasmed while she came, slowly shrinking... a new sensation that just added to her orgasm. Esther shuddered and writhed, gasping for breath as her orgasm subsided... 

"God..." she breathed, turning her head as Mark kissed her cheek to give him a kiss on the lips over her shoulder, "That was good."

"Yes it was." Mark kissed her again, his eyes looking somewhat far away, "I wouldn't mind seeing David fucking your ass... now that I've deflowered it."

Esther giggled, her ass flexing around him, "Not today... I have a feeling I'm going to be sore."

Mark smiled at his gorgeous, sexy, flexible, kinky wife, "Not today then. Although, I'm sure he wouldn't mind a little pleasure later tonight from that fantastic pussy of yours."

Laughing, Esther pushed him off her and turned over to kiss her husband squarely on the mouth. 



Snowed In Ch. 04



Everyone including myself watched as mom almost teasingly removed her blouse, taking the time to actually hang it over the back of her chair. She then reached behind, undoing the clasp on her bra, letting it fall down her arms and away from her breasts as they revealed themselves, likewise now hooking it over her chair too. She cupped them in her hands, rubbing them as though to give some circulation to them, though my cock simply responded to the eroticism of the moment.

"Damn!" I breathed outwardly breaking the momentary silence. Like I said, it had been years since I'd actually seen mom's boobs. They might not have sat as high up on her chest as my sister's did, but they were every bit as alluring and as sensual, if not even more so than theirs were. 

I noticed then that even her nipples appeared larger, somewhat darker, and certainly wickedly erect. She even tweaked them a little as she sat there, as though wanting to ensure they were as fat and as hard as they could possibly be. Just seeing her do that sent another nice throb to my cock as I felt it lurch inside my jeans.

"Feel free to touch them, if you want to," she told me, though she also looked over towards my sisters upon saying that. "And you're both welcome to do the same if you'd like," she added. "It's been a long time since you have," she then said looking back towards me.

I glanced over towards dad, seeking his assurance. He was smiling, though he nodded his head at me, and then looked towards mom nodding again. I knew then that I had it, even though I hesitated briefly, still a bit unsure until mom spoke.

"Come here, touch them," she told me softly.

The room grew silent, everyone watching, as though holding their collective breaths. I stood, not even caring that my pants were tented, which they were as I walked over towards her. Mom scooted back in her chair, pushing away from the table, her gorgeous breasts beckoning to me as I reached out cupping each in my hands. She sighed contentedly, closing her eyes for a moment when I did, and then speaking.

"Here, what's say we make this a bit more comfortable," she said simply reaching up, undoing my belt and then unzipping my jeans. In seconds she had my rock hard cock in her hands, a sensation that felt deliciously wicked, erotic as did her breasts as I continued holding them, now fingering those hard extended nipples of hers. I glanced over towards my sisters, curious as to their reaction, still a bit lightheaded at this sudden unexpected turn of events. 

Mandy was cupping her own breast through her blouse, watching. Her eyes seemed almost glazed over as she sat there watching mom holding onto my dick, fondling it. Collette actually scooted her own chair back, making it clearly obvious when she did, that she had indeed been sitting there fingering herself as even dad looked over looking at her now, her hand quite obviously busy between her legs.

"Hmm," mom moaned. "You're juicy," she now giggled appreciatively. She sat holding my dick, now rubbing the head of it back and forth against her nipples firmly. I stood looking down, watching her as she did, reveling in the sensation of it as she tickled her nipples with the head of my cock, likewise tickling it. 

She now squeezed the head of it. As she did, she produced a rather thick droplet of precum, which she now used to smear about the tips of her nipple, squeezing it again, producing yet another, now switching to the other one where she likewise treated it, as well as me, to another nice tingling sensation.

Much to my surprise, Mandy too stood up from her chair having already unbuttoned her blouse removing it. She now reached behind likewise undoing her bra, letting it fall, her large full breasts now free as she took the few steps in reaching us. Silently, she reached down. I relinquished the breast I still held, allowing her to cup it with her hand instead. As she did, I quite naturally reached up, now cupping hers. It was a thrilling sensation for me, holding mom's breast in one hand, my sister's in the other as mom continued to hold, stroking my cock, moving it back and forth, over and around her hard sweet aroused nipples.

I soon felt my sister's hand joining moms. Mom now letting go as Mandy took over for her, still rubbing the head of my dick back and forth, circling mom's tits, specifically her nipples, even slapping my prick against them. I shuddered involuntarily in delight as she did so, moaning audibly.

I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, especially with everything that was now happening all at once. And it was of course not totally unexpected either as even dad now stood, the sound of his own belt being undone, followed by his zipper coming down. I looked over, tearing my eyes away from mom and my sister's tits, I swallowed hard, a bit stunned. Dad's cock was humongous! Or at least it looked like it anyway. Maybe it was the angle, or the lighting for some reason, but it was also deep purple, massive, as he took it within his hand stroking it as he sat back down watching us. The head of his cock looked like fat purple mushroom, far bigger around than my own, which was slimmer, more pointed. Even as he sat there stroking it, I watched his hand bump against the thick protruding flange around the head.  Already the sounds of his own slickness being added to the atmosphere of the room, which had suddenly grown thick with the sexual tension.

The sound of yet another chair being scooted out now alerted everyone that Collette too had gotten up. She reached down pulling my jersey up and over her head, though tossing it behind her haphazardly when she did. She then grabbed the waistband of her panties simply yanking them down, now standing there entirely naked. Without a word she simply walked over looked down at our father, and then climbed into his lap. His deep-throated groan said it all.

Having heard that, mom looked over, smiled as her eldest daughter reached down grabbing her father's cock in hand, placing it, pointing it at her succulent wet femininity, and then plunged. Even dad gasped, as I did. In seconds he was balls deep inside Collette's cunt. She sat unmoving for a moment, getting the feel of it, and then slowly rose, inch by inch, revealing the now wet glistening length of dad's shaft as her pussy slowly revealed it, before plunging down once again, even more forcefully, all but taking his breath away.

With that simple act, even more so than what the three of us were doing, I now knew, or at least hoped, I'd be slipping my own cock deep inside my mother's cunt. As much as I'd wanted to fuck, and knew I would eventually fuck my sister's, at this moment in time, more than anything, I wanted to be inside mother. Boldly, I said so, looking down at her.

"I want to fuck you!"

She groaned hotly having heard that. "Say it again."

"I want to fuck you!"

"Again!"

"Fuck you! Fuck you hard!" I gasped as Mandy pulled heavily on my prick.

"Do it Brian! Do it! Fuck mom...fuck her hard, do it now!"

It was almost funny in a weird sort of way. Mom stood up removing her pants, surprised to find she hadn't worn any panties beneath them as she skimmed them off herself, now standing naked in front of me. "Mandy, help me clear the table," she asked, as the two of them quickly busied themselves with removing the coffee cups and bowl of fruit which was sitting there. It was as though they were clearing away the dinner dishes in a sense, as I stood there watching, my hard dick obscenely bobbing up and down in front of them as they did. A thin streamer of cum drool leaking out, falling towards the floor as mom almost offhandedly caught it, wrapping it around her finger and then sucking it off, simultaneously placing our now empty cups on the kitchen counter. She returned seconds later, sliding onto the dining table onto her back, her legs just hanging over the edge of it. 

"Throw me one of those seat cushions," she told my sister. "And then...get naked!"

Mandy laughed, grabbing one, placing it behind mom's head as she hurriedly stripped off her jeans. Stepping out of my own, which were still down around my ankles, I drew nearer towards the table. I was a bit surprised to discover that mom was shaved. I guess I'd considered that more of a modern trait these days as both of my sisters had done so too. But seeing mom's totally bare, puffy swollen pussy was a nice surprise. I hadn't expected it. Even her lips appeared to be far more swollen in appearance than either of my sisters's had when I'd looked at them. Her pink slit, even pinker, almost an inflamed red, looking as though she'd applied lipstick to it or something. I was mesmerized with it, standing there looking at her, my hard throbbing cock only inches away.

As much as I wanted to slide my cock into that wet glistening nasty looking snatch of hers, I wanted to touch it to. As though reading my mind, perhaps seeing the expression on my lusty face as I gazed down at her, that's what she then told me to do.

"Go on Brian, touch it...touch me," she moaned hotly. "Finger it, finger my cunt. Taste my juices, make me even wetter than I already am!"

I reached down with my hand, slipping one finger inside. She was wet, extremely so, very slippery, and hot too. The warmth from her pulsating cunt as it clenched my finger, drawing it even more deeply inside her sent shock waves of unbridled lust coursing up and down my entire spine. Her lips were thick, far more elongated than my sisters, and so I pinched them, pulling on them stretching them out. She gasped pleasurably as I did.

"Yes! Yes! Play with it Brian! Play with my pussy!" she almost yelled. "And you!" She said now eyeballing my younger sister, "come suck on my tits!"

As I stood there finger-fucking mom's bare pussy momentarily, listening with delight at the sound of her squishy, slippery juices, Mandy now leaned over, her lips rapidly surrounding one of mom's nipples sucking it into her mouth. Her hand cupping the other, tweaking and teasing her nipple, her own breasts hanging down, which mom quickly found, likewise now playing with hers as I stood there watching.

Meanwhile, still wildly fucking next to us, Collette was bouncing and grinding on dad's cock like there was no tomorrow. Her head thrashed about wildly from side to side, the slap of flesh as they came together in a frenzy of unbridled passion had simply added to the symphony of mom's succulent sucking cunt as I buried my fingers inside her, digging out her juices which I then applied to her amazingly hard clitoris, teasing the fuck out of that.

"Enough! Enough! Stick it in me!" She wailed aloud finally. Not wanting to miss it, Mandy stood up, though still thumbing mom's breasts, watching as I stepped forward slightly holding onto my cock, placing the tip of it at the entrance to her sex. 

"Can I?" she suddenly asked. "Please? Can I be the one to put it in her?" Mandy asked.

Words weren't necessary as I stood there patiently waiting. Mandy now came over to likewise look down just as I still was. Her small delicate hand now wrapping itself about my elongated shaft nearer the balls. I felt a shiver of delight as she rubbed it briefly up and down mom's juicy wet split, digging a furrow in her sex as she did, and then tapping it softly, playfully against mom's clitoris, which she now spread even more revealingly with her other hand. Like freshly whipped cream, I saw the almost frothy white coating of mom's juice leaking out of her, pooling there between her legs. Mandy used my dick like a spoon, scooping it up, my prick now lathered in it as she leaned over, my dick tip now nearly inside my mother's cunt. She licked, lapped, and tickled us both simultaneously, tasting and savoring our combined juices.

Even Collette and dad had all but stopped what they were doing, now looking over at the table as mom laid there, watching...waiting.

"Do it Brian! Do it!" Collette cried out, "Stick that fucker in there!"

Mandy pulled, easing my dick inside. We both watched from our vantage point as the head slid in, finally forced to relinquish her hand as the rest of my shaft soon followed. Mom grunted with the sudden feel of me buried inside her, both of us unmoving as we each took a moment to savor the feel of it together.

"Mandy...come sit on my face," mom said. "Let me eat you while your brother fucks me, but turn around so you can watch, see it while he does."

Quick as a bunny, Mandy climbed up onto the table, spinning about and then settling herself over mom's face just as I began to finally thrust in and out of mom's pussy. I was amazed, yeah...pleasantly surprised at how tight she felt. Once again reminded of the size of dad's cock, as big as he was, why she would feel so tight around my own shaft, yet she did. Though she was also very slippery, the feel of which as I began picking up the pace, thrusting in and out of her was beyond words.

And of course once again nearby us, the sounds of dad and Collette going at it just as furiously as they had been, heightened our pleasure as well. Looking up, Mandy sitting on mom's face, her delicate pink tongue lapping away at my sister's cunt, the folds of her own sex seemingly sucking on mom's tongue. Mandy's magnificent breasts free-swinging again, a sight that never failed to arouse me to even greater heights than those I was already feeling.

Pleasures, that were already far too soon, threatening to ignite the explosion in my balls that I surely knew would send torrents of white hot cum spilling into my mother's womb.

Dad had always been a big strong guy. He wasn't muscled bound or anything like that, just damn fucking strong from all the heavy lifting he'd done for most of his life. But when he actually stood, lifting my sister as easily as if she'd not even been there, it still took me by surprise, as it had her. Wrapping her legs about his waist, still fully impaled on his massive cock, she hung there riding his prick as dad walked over, now standing to the side of us looking down.

Ok, so it was a little weird having dad stand there watching me as I fucked mom, especially when he spoke.

"That's it son, not too slow, not too fast, better control that way too. Your mom really enjoys it nice and easy, pulls a bit more on her clit while you're screwing her..."

"Alright Harold," mom said, still lapping away at Mandy's cunt, though she took another breather in order to do so again. "Brian's doing just fine without your having to coach him. And beside's I've already fucked you once tonight anyway, and what I don't want right now is the feeling that I'm fucking you again. So...shut up and let your son fuck his mother his way!"

"Yes dear," dad said sheepishly as both Mandy and Collette stifled a giggle, though once again Collette spoke as she climbed down off dad's cock. If I thought it was purple-hard before, it now looked downright fucking angry!

"Fuck me doggy...daddy," Collette said, sounding more like a little girl again as to the far more mature woman she obviously was. She had turned around presenting that near perfect heart-shaped ass of hers towards my dad, having turned around one of the kitchen chairs as she leaned against it. Dad slid up next to her, placing his hands on my sister's ass, and then shoved. I swear it nearly came out of her mouth when he did that. The air in her lungs exploded, a near breathless exclamation soon following, "Oh...fuck!"

Soon dad was thrusting into my sister as hard and as fast as I'd ever seen. Even the howling wind outside the house now had to compete with the howls of ecstasy and pleasure that Collette was screaming out. Once again the furious slap of flesh on flesh, titties bouncing, swinging, the feel of mom's delicious cunt sucking my cock, mom's tongue lapping away a hundred miles an hour at Mandy's cunt.

It was too fucking much.

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" I announced, unable to help it, not wanting to stop it either.

"Yes, fill me baby! Fill momma with your fuck juice!" she cried out urging me to do so. Mandy had scrambled down off our mothers face, now standing just behind me. I felt her hand reach up between my legs, softly cupping my extremely tight balls. If I hadn't been only seconds away before then, I certainly was now. I felt her gently squeeze my nuts like one might do with a rubber ball, though far more gently. When she did, it was as though she had herself forced out the explosion I now felt. The intensity of my release causing stars to appear inside my head, the exquisite sensation of my semen racing up my shaft, and then exploding out the end of my dick, soon after swallowed up by my mother's still clenching, pulsating pussy as she joined me in pleasure.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she screamed out over and over again as she came with me.

That seemed to trigger Collette's orgasm too, though I didn't know it at the time, not until several minutes later after I had collapsed, now laying across my mother, my hands having somehow found her breasts again, kneading them contentedly as I lay there trying to collect myself.

"Good god honey!" Dad said in obvious amazement, do you always do that now?" He asked. "And look at what you did to mom's floors!"

"Shut up Harold!" Mom said once again, and then adding much more softly. "Damn...I missed it again?"

**

Once again things got momentarily awkward, but only for a moment. Mom as usual acted as though there was absolutely nothing out of the norm going on, which I think helped, at least for me. Even dad seemed like dad, though it was still weird seeing him standing there in conversation with his big hard dick sticking out. He still hadn't cum yet, though neither had Mandy.

Collette had in fact grabbed a dishtowel and mopped up her recent spending from mom's floor, even though mom had told her not to worry about it...unlike my own.

"Harold? Why don't you and Brian pour us some of that lovely Port of yours, and then bring it into the living room. Maybe check on the fire, make sure it's nice and toasty in there so we can play a bit more when everyone's ready to do so."

"I'm ready now!" Mandy half pouted, obviously horny.

"Yes...I know that you are dear," mom said sweetly. "And I'm going to see to that personally myself," she added smiling at her.

"So...why didn't you cum yet daddy?" Collette asked. "It felt like you were about to," she asked as we all walked into the living room and sat down on the chairs and couches. Mom had changed the sheets on the bed, but it had been put away until it was bedtime again.

"I almost did...you almost had me," dad answered. "But I wasn't wearing a condom, I didn't, well...you know."

"I can't get pregnant," she said reminding him. "You know what the doctor's said."

"Even so...the doctor's aren't always right you know honey. I didn't want to take any chances, just in case. And don't worry about it anyway...the evenings young yet," he said winking at her.

True to her promise, mom led Mandy over towards the couch and had her sit down, forcing her to spread her legs as she did so. "Ok boys...why don't the two of you come over here and lick some titty while I do this?" she said ordering the two of us over, which we both happily did.

"What about me?" Collette asked.

"I was wondering when you'd ask," mom said chuckling. "Your job is to come slide beneath me. I've got a pussy full of your brother's cum that is just waiting for you," she told her, which upon hearing that sent an enormous jolt of electricity up my rapidly reawakening shaft. 

"Yummy!" Collette said as she hurriedly scrambled beneath mom, positioning herself, as mom then sat comfortably down on my sister's face, leaning forward now, parting the red sea of Mandy's cunt, as she began to tickle her clit with her tongue.

Mandy was in seventh heaven, as we all seemed to be. Even sitting there on the arm of the couch leaning over as I sucked on her right breast, dad sitting beside her on the couch sucking on the other one. Each of her hands in our laps, stroking the two of us simultaneously, the sound of mom's rapid-fire tongue doing the clit-diddle, and Collette, working on mom like a Hoover vacuum as she lay beneath her.




Snowed In Ch. 04



And then of course outside, the sound of the wind howling in the night, the blizzard outside continuing, promising to bring with it another five to six feet of snow before mornings light. None of that much mattered at the moment however, we were each of us all warm and toasty...and horny as hell.

**

As horny as she was in fact, it didn't take long for Mandy to cum either. In a way, I was almost grateful for it, as hard as she held my dick, squeezing it the way that she did, though I think dad rather enjoyed it, as hard as he still was. After she'd collapsed, and mom had had her cunt thoroughly cleaned out by Collette, we all took a mini breather once again, sipping our Port and listening to the sound of the storm going on outside.

"It's a bad one," mom commented walking over towards the window looking out. "Good god Harold! The snows already piled up a good three or four feet in front of the door! It's going to take us forever to even dig out!"

"Worry about that tomorrow," he told her. "Right now...I'd sort of like to see if someone's interested in attending to this," he said as he sat there, holding onto his big fat schalong, which if anything, looked even angrier than before. 

"I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind helping you out with that," she told him. "They did a pretty good job double-teaming Brian's cock last night," she then added smiling at my sisters.

All three of us immediately looking over towards mom in surprise. "You...you, knew? You watched us?" Mandy said. Collette simply shook her head like she should have known, and I openly laughed, which I wouldn't have done only a short time ago. Now I was accepting the fact that just about anything was possible.

"Hell yes...I had a pretty good idea that something might happen between the three of you, like I said earlier, I've been expecting it for quite a while now, and the conditions were just too perfect for it not to!" she finished.

"No wonder you came up and woke me from a sound sleep!" Dad interjected. "And here, I thought you were horny thinking about me, not about watching your daughters suck off our son!"

"Oh? And who was it that suggested I climb in your lap there in the parking lot of the grocery store, fuck you silly with a blizzard going on outside, and insist I tell him the story again on how Collette and I first went down on one another...huh?"

"I still want to hear that story mom," I said grinning at her as she said that, already feeling my cock rise to the occasion once again as we all sat there.

"Maybe tomorrow," she said smiling back. "Obviously, we really are going to be snowed in for a few days, so we might as well think up some things to keep ourselves entertained..."

"And horny," Mandy included.

"Goes without saying," Collette added. "But yeah...mom's right. I rather like the idea. Let's think up something really fun and naughty to do tomorrow night while we're all just sitting around during the day watching the snow fall."

"Well, regardless of that, we should still probably try and dig out some," dad suggested. "No sense having to do it all at once, only make it harder on us when it is time to really dig ourselves out of here. And I don't see all this snow melting anytime soon either! Anyway...back to this," he said waving his dick about once again. "How about it?"

"You two go see to your father," Mom told the girls. "I've been wanting to do this myself to Brian ever since I saw the two of you sucking it last night!  Still have some juice in there for me?" she asked already licking the tip.

"Maybe not a lot," I said almost apologetically, but I can assure you, there'll at least be something!"

She laughed at that, and then proceeded to all but swallow my prick.

**

I have to admit. Sitting there on the couch while mom knelt in front of me fondling and sucking my dick while I watched each of my sister's working on dad's cock was curiously hot. I could almost feel it again, the sensation of their tongues lapping up and down one side of me, and then the other, then kissing one another with my prick sandwiched in between. By the expression on dad's face, he was sitting there enjoying it every bit as much as I had...if not even more. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a first time thing for him, not counting having both of his daughters doing it when they did, but two women period.

And though that had certainly felt nice, wonderful in fact...mom must have earned some sort of award somewhere along the way, the way she mouthed sucked and gobbled me up was just fucking unbelievable. I didn't know how she could do it for one, neither of my sister's had, though they'd both tried. But I saw mom take the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, and then stay there for a moment, still sucking me, her tongue still slithering up and down my shaft even though I had no idea how in the world she was able to accomplish all that.

Hearing giggling, I opened my eyes looking over across the room. It was evident dad was finally getting close to popping one off. The girls seemed to sense it as well as they fenced one another with their tongues, dad's dick sandwiched between just as mine had been. I had a pretty good idea what he was feeling at that moment, and if he was, also knew, he was only moments away now from actually climaxing.

"I want to see you cum daddy," Mandy said excitedly. "I've only see three other cocks do that before now," she then added.

I thought silently. "I was the first...then there were two others I didn't know about. New stories to tell," I said smiling to myself.

Mom pulled away from me then looking over towards them. "Well...if you're going to do that, then do me a favor," she asked.

"What?" Collette asked.

"Run down the hallway to the linen closet, grab one of those towels in there and bring it back with you before he does that."

"Why?"

"You'll see why," mom laughed, though she went back to licking my cock. "Don't want to get it all over the couch," she said still giggling.

"Oh sure...your couch we have to be careful with...my couch..."

"Shut up Harold, or I'll make you lie down on the floor instead," mom admonished him.

Collette made it back with the towel draping it between dad's legs as he sat up. The girls quickly went back to licking and sucking him, and then moments later when he announced he was about to cum, even mom turned her head that way in order to watch, as I now did.

Dad didn't cry out or anything, he just sort of turned into stone. His entire body went rigid, his face turned purple just like his cock, had I seen that expression on his face any other time, I'd have run like hell. He looked like a man about to murder someone. 

"I know...pretty unusual," mom commented watching him. "Now...watch this."

I'd had what even I'd have to admit as being some pretty incredible spunkings in my time. Really big squirty ones. And had mom and dad not walked in earlier late that afternoon when they had, I was pretty sure that one would have ranked up there amongst the top three. So I was expecting that to some extent I guess. What I didn't expect, and which surprised me along with my sister's was when he finally did cum, or rather...how long it was that he came.

It started out almost in slow motion, nothing too spectacular at first either. Just this little bubble of white stuff at the tip, dad's body like I said looking almost petrified. Even Collette appeared to be a bit disappointed at first, though she and Mandy kept slow stroking dad's prick up and down, at mom's prompting in their continuing to do so, until she said otherwise.

"Mom?" I half whispered.

"Shh...just wait for it," she told me. "Watch."

In a way, it was like watching a seething volcano erupt...slowly.  At first, just a dribble as it began to bubble out of the head of his dick, and then more of it, and then more...and more, and then more. Suddenly, I began wondering if it would ever quit, and understood the reasoning behind the towel now. So ok...dad didn't actually "squirt", maybe it even had something to do with his age for all I knew, but the fact was, I'd never seen so much cum produced in any one time before in my entire life, including my own.  A good minute or so had passed, and it was still pouring out of him, I think Mandy's hand was completely and totally covered in it as she sat there stroking him, still squeezing it out.

"Good god mom, can you even take all of this?" Collette asked turning towards her.

"No, I can't...have never been able to," she readily admitted. "Still surprises me even now."

"And how often does he do this?" She asked

"Every time, at least once a day, sometimes two, though rarely if ever any more...three. But yeah, he does. I will say this too. It is kind of nice when he's fucking me, and starts to cum, because he keeps going of course, so like the last two minutes or so of our session, he's actually still cumming, which is usually when I do, feeling all that hot thick cum filling my pussy. Just something about feeling that, triggers mine each and every time!"

"I can see why!" Collette announced turning back around to watch dad, who was still cumming, though it had at least started to taper off. "Maybe it was a good thing after all," she now added reconsidering things. 

So maybe it wasn't exactly explosive, at least not the way I'd been expecting, but it really was spectacular even so. And it no longer bothered me, or caused me thought to realize it was my old man who I watched doing it. It really was fascinating, erotic, and sensual as I sat there watching my sister's playing in all that spunk excitedly afterwards. They sat, smearing it all over one another, literally scooping up handfuls of the stuff, very little of which had made it to the towel. They'd both caught most of it in their hands, and now sat sharing it with one another as dad once again became human rather than the somewhat petrified rock he'd looked like earlier.

"Whew! Wow...that was a good one!" He exclaimed shortly after that, much to everyone's laughter.

And then suddenly it was my turn. Though I didn't put on nearly as good a show as he did. Not to mention the fact, mom had no intention of wasting whatever squirt I had on her clean floor, or the chair, or even on her. She simply drank it all down. Even then, I was pleased when she had to take some air before finishing.

**

"Well now, we all have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and I think we should all get a good night's sleep. I have a few ideas in mind we should probably discuss tomorrow after, or even during breakfast perhaps. But with your dad wanting to partially dig us out somewhat, I suggest, we all get some rest."

By now, I really was tired, if not downright exhausted. It had been a bit of an emotional draining day, not to mention everything else. And it was nice to be able to crawl into bed between my two sisters, mom and dad kissing us all goodnight, a throwback to once fond memories of them doing so when we'd occasionally all got to sleep together outside, or even on the floor here in the living room as kids.

It sort of felt that way again. It felt good...comfortable, and secure. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, just as we all did.  But I was already looking forward to tomorrow.

** 



Snowed In Ch. 05



David was obviously relieved when he returned to the cabin and Mark and Esther were happily cuddling on the couch, waiting for him. The three of them smiled and laughed, and fell into the routine of the day.

It was that evening, getting ready for bed that things got a little more interesting. David watched out of the corner of his eye as Mark and Esther kissed, Mark slowly stripping his wife down, hands rubbing over her body... she moaned a little and winced as he ran his fingertip over her recently deflowered asshole, which was still a little sore from the activities earlier in the day.

David sat down on his bed, laying back on the pillows and fisting his cock as he watched Mark grope and kiss Esther. 

Then, to his surprise, Mark left off kissing his wife and pushed her towards David. Giving Mark a little look over her shoulder, just to make sure, Esther moved onto the bed with David.

Despite the fact that they'd had sex the night before, it was a little more awkward with Mark standing there watching from the beginning... on the other hand, the look of naked lust was apparent on his face as Esther kissed the tip of David's dick. Her tongue flicked out to caress the head and David moaned, looking up at his friend to make sure Mark was ok. Mark was now sitting on his and Esther's bed, fisting his cock as he watched his wife open her mouth to take his friend's cock into it.

With a moan, David pushed Esther's hair back from her face, running his fingers through the blonde silky stuff as her lips engulfed the head of his cock and began traveling down the shaft.

"That's right honey," Mark murmured, rubbing his thumb over the head of his own cock, "Swallow that dick..."

Esther made a pleased little humming noise at her husband's encouragement, the sensations causing David to groan and thrust upward into her mouth with pleasure. Using one hand to reach forward and caress his balls, Esther took David's dick deeper and deeper into her mouth, watching from the corner of her eye as her husband masturbated to the arousing sight.

Holding back her long golden fall of hair with one hand, David let the other travel underneath to grasp her fabulous breast, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh with his fingers, and making Esther moan around his cock again. His head fell back as he moved his hips with her sucking mouth, fingers pinching at the erect pink nipple... he could feel Mark's eyes on them, both disturbing and arousing to him. Esther fondled his balls, pulling them very gently as she rolled his dick around her mouth with his tongue. 

It didn't take long before David was pulling her up on top of him, one leg on either side of his body. Pointing his dick straight up at her, David kept fondling her breast as Esther adjusted herself and started to lower herself onto him. Both he and Mark moaned at the same time as his cock began to sink into her wet pussy... David immediately removed his hand from his cock and got both of them on her heavy breasts, using them to pull her body down on his.

Esther gasped as he filled her pussy, arching her back with pleasure at the way he was playing with her breasts... she started to ride him slowly, enjoying her husband's eyes on her moving body... looking over at him, Esther gave Mark a sleepy sexy look through her eyelashes as she moved her body up and down on David. Her husband moaned with lust, his hand moving even faster on his dick. As David pinched her nipples, tugging at the pink buds, her mouth made a little "o" of pleasure and she began to move faster, hips rocking back and forth as she rose and fell over him.

"Oh fuck..." she moaned, leaning forward so that her breasts hung heavy over David, nipples pushing into his chest, and his hands moved around to her back, rubbing her silky smooth skin. Now her clit was rubbing against his groin as she moved on top of him, grinding against him as they fucked... Mark moved further down his side of the bed so that he could see David's dick actually sliding in and out of his wife's pussy, and he began wanking himself even more furiously.

David's hands slid down Esther's back and gripped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, one of them sliding further to the center as he searched for her asshole with his index finger. She shuddered and let out a groan as his thick digit found the deflowered hole, even though it was much smaller than Mark's cock her poor asshole was sensitive after having been fucked earlier that day... but David sank his finger right in, and Esther's wince and gasp of slight pain quickly turned to moans of pleasure. 

Mark was fascinated, watching the cock and finger going in and out of his wife's holes, hearing her moan with passion, and David's husky cries of lust as she rode him. 

Esther felt so full, with the cock in her pussy and the finger in her ass, everything sensitive... she could hear Mark's heavy panting as he wanked himself while watching her and David, and she could feel herself spiraling into a fantastic orgasm. Even though she'd cum earlier when Mark had fucked her ass, it wasn't the kind of fantastic g-spot-clitoris combination orgasm that she always craved, and now she was getting the result of that... a much more intense version. It was like as if David had been teasing her body for hours... now with his finger wiggling in her ass, and the steady insertion of his dick into her pussy, she could feel her holes clamping down as the pleasure started to cascade through her body.

"OH GOD!" She cried out, her body tightening and locking down on top of David... he immediately flipped her over, somehow still staying inside of her, and started thrusting hard as she shrieked her pleasure, her orgasm just climbing higher and higher as he fucked her hard. Esther writhed as she felt David start to cum, his hoarse bellow announcing his orgasm as he started to spurt inside of her, his cock moving in and out as cum filled her pussy. 

With her legs spread wide, Esther shuddered and thrashed beneath him, gasping for air as the intensity of her orgasm overtook her body. Finally he slowed his thrusting and pulled out. Exhausted, she left her legs open... and then David was moving away and she couldn't figure out why...

Esther cried out with shocked ecstasy as her husband quickly took his place between her legs and shoved into her, excited by the sight of David's cum already starting to drip from her pussy. Her over-stimulated body jerked as he thrust hard and fast, humping her furiously as his dick squished in the combined juices of his wife and friend. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." he repeated hoarsely as his wife shrieked and thrashed beneath him, her orgasmic pussy squeezing his cock intensely. Esther's body arched as he plowed into her, holding himself still as her pussy milked the cum from his cock, his entire body seized up in pleasure while she rubbed her pussy against his body, unable to stop cumming. 

Finally, Mark relaxed and his weight fell on top of her... Esther let out a little whimper, realizing that there were tears in her eyes from the intensity of her culmination. Kissing her on the lips, Mark smiled down at her... and from the side, David smiled at them both. 



Snowed In Ch. 05



It never failed. The cool morning air had increased my need to pee waking me from a sound sleep, though the smell of fresh hot coffee just brewed forced me to open my eyes. Mandy and Collette were both still sound asleep making it difficult for me to slip out of bed, especially as I was still sandwiched between them. The feel of their soft warm bodies acting like an insulator against the morning cold wasn't something I relished relinquishing either. But now the urgency of having to relieve my bladder took precedence over the comfort of continuing to lie there.

Literally backing out of the bed, I managed to climb out over the back of the couch, the sudden space I'd just created letting the cool air from the room in. Almost immediately both of my sisters seemed to scrunch towards one another in their half sleep until making contact, once again settling into their early morning slumber as I padded barefoot into the kitchen on my way downstairs to the bathroom. Not surprisingly, mom was standing at the window looking out at the still falling snow sipping a cup of coffee when I came in. She turned upon hearing me.

"Morning honey, you're up early."

She glanced towards my crotch as she said that. Though I really did need to pee, I also had what was my constant companion and friend first thing in the morning too. A morning woody as I called it, tenting out the front of my white briefs as I stood there. It didn't help as I glanced quickly up at clock on the wall that mom stood in nothing more than her bathrobe. I knew she slept naked, even during the cold winter months, always had. But it was the fact that she stood there with her robe undone, the hint of her nudity peeking out at me beneath it. I could see the roundness of her breasts, nipples just hidden by the material still covering them. Though what wasn't hidden, and stood there to greet me as I slowly lowered my gaze without even realizing I was, was her beautiful bare pussy. The fact she made no effort whatsoever to close her robe as I looked at her, was another reminder of the changes that had occurred since last night. I don't know why I thought things would be like they once were, because it was readily apparent that they weren't. But it was still a bit of a surprise to find her standing there like that so carefree and without conscience, something that was still going to take me a while in getting used to.

"It's not even six o'clock yet, why are you up?" I asked once again locking eyes with her.

She chuckled at hearing that. "You want the truth? Though I guess after last night it wouldn't make much sense to make anything up now would it?" she said still laughing at her own private thought.

If I didn't relieve my bladder soon however, it was going to burst. "Hold that thought, I'll be right back," I then said glancing at her again.

"Hold that thought?" she responded, her hand suddenly dropping down between her legs as she actually cupped her pussy. "OK...I will. But hurry back if you want to find out why I really am. Oh...and don't be doing anything with that except pee either," she told me.

After seeing her do that, it was going to take a bit longer to actually pee than I'd expected, bolting down the stairs and then off into the bathroom. I returned several minutes later feeling much better, and somewhat flaccid again, though the minute I walked back into the kitchen area, it wasn't long that I was.

Though she was now sitting down, it was what she was doing while sitting down that froze me in place as I re-entered the room. Seeing the look in my face, she laughed, though thankfully not loud enough to wake my sisters thus bringing them into the room. I knew in an instant, I wanted to this time all to myself.

"Because I was still horny from last night," she told me answering the question as I stood there staring at her. "Couldn't sleep," she then added, moaning a little as she did, mainly because of the bright yellow banana that I now saw was buried fully deep inside her cunt as she sat there, one leg propped up onto the table itself, spreading herself, a decadently wicked display as I stood there.

I was mesmerized. Here was my own mother, so openly masturbating herself, and uncaring that I was watching her, watching her shove a piece of fruit up inside her pussy.

"So, are you shocked at seeing your horny mother like this?" She now asked me. "Or just shocked to realize I usually am. Obviously, up until now...I've kept that aspect about myself a pretty well guarded secret."

"Not so much," I told her finally walking over, pulling out a chair, placing it in front of her and then taking a seat. "I've always known...well we've always known actually that you and dad have had a pretty active sex-life, just never seen you quite as open about it as you are now," I said looking at her, watching as she uninhibitedly continued to ease that yellow fruit in and out of her obviously wet pussy.

"Well, to more fully answer your question? I've always been horny first thing in the morning, don't know why really...maybe it's the equivalent of your morning woody or something like that. But...I've always enjoyed the naughty feel of coming downstairs like I am now, and sitting here in the kitchen playing with myself. That element of danger perhaps that someone could get up and catch me before I'd finished. I think Collette actually did once too, though she never said anything to me about it afterwards."

"Always with a banana?" I now asked feeling my cock begin to press almost painfully against the front of my briefs as I sat there continuing to watch her. I recalled several times where there always appeared to be fresh bananas sitting in the fruit bowl on the kitchen table in the past.

"Not always no," she giggled actually blushing a little. "Most of the time, I just prefer my fingers, but there are times like after last night, when I'm remembering the nice erotic stretch of my pussy after it's been filled with a nice hard dick, that my fingers just don't quite cut it. Sort of like now," she told me as she enthusiastically continued to sit there and fuck herself with the fruit so openly. "Of course...I'd rather be fucking that, unless you're not interested," she said once again glancing over at my crotch, the head of my dick already peeking up and over the top of my briefs as I sat there.

She then eased the banana out of her pussy, wrapping her lips around it instead, sucking and thus cleaning it off. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever see her do to be perfectly honest about it. Without even realizing that I had at first, I stood up, sliding my shorts down around my ankles. And though it was a bit cool inside the house this early in the morning, especially as the fire in the living room had also died out, I was now feeling the heat of my arousal as I stepped towards her. She smiled, standing up herself, and simply turned holding onto the back of her chair. Words weren't necessary as she bent over, flipping up the back of her robe presenting me with the backside of her ass and wet glistening pussy. Rock hard, I stepped up behind her and slid in.

I couldn't believe how wet...how slick, and how warm her pussy was as I buried myself balls deep inside her, actually feeling them as they slapped against her as I thrust inside her, now holding still. It was amazing to me, even now...one single thrust into her cunt, and already fighting for control, wanting to savor the feel of her slickness, that satiny caress on my shaft as I slowly withdrew, then slid in again holding.

"Oh fuck...you tease you!" mom spat purposely clenching her pussy around my shaft. Though I wasn't teasing her, I was honestly trying to keep myself from coming too fucking soon!

Somehow I managed to collect myself and began thrusting in and out of her with a nice steady rhythm. As I did, mom dropped her hand down between her legs and began frigging her clit, occasionally reaching up just far enough to tickle my shaft with her finger tips as I slid in and out of her. The slap of flesh against flesh now began filling the room her rapid breathing as well as my own as we slipped from an easy-soft fuck, to one of furious lustiness. 

"Oh god yes! Yes! Make me cum Brian! Make me cum!" Mom cried out. Pounding away, I could feel her pussy liquefy even more greatly than it already was, clenching down on me almost simultaneously, pulsating as it gripped my cock. I thrust once, twice, and then felt the surge of my own release as it tore through my balls racing up the length of my shaft, spurting inside her. Feeling my liquid discharge seemed to intensify her own ongoing release, she shuddered, thrashing about wildly for a moment, grinding her ass against me as though to ensure the milking of my cock for each delicious precious drop.

Only afterwards did we realize that Collette and Mandy were standing there in the doorway watching us. They each had their hands down between their legs, by the look on Mandy's flushed face, she had somehow managed to join us there in our ecstasy, though Collette appeared to be still hovering on the verge.

"Allow me," mom said disengaging my cock, walking over and then kneeling down in front of my sister. In seconds, she had wrapped her lips around my sister's clit and knelt there sucking it.

"Damn! Makes me wish I had waited!" Mandy said almost pouting, and then surprised me as she came over and knelt down in front of me, taking my now spent prick inside her mouth, still covered with the combined spendings of my juices along with moms.

Admittedly it was fucking hot, watching as Collette reached out, her hands, fingers suddenly entwining themselves in mom's hair, pressing herself against mothers face, humping her to some degree as she did so. The soft 'pop' licking, sucking sounds of mom's lips wrapped about my sister's clit as she devoured her pussy soon began to push Collette over the edge where she'd been hovering for so long.

"Oh mom! Mom! This might be..." She never finished. Sensing her immanent climax, Mom slid a finger inside Collette's cunt, now walking it up inside her against her "g" spot. When she did that, the dam literally burst, and with it a cascade of sweet tasting pussy juice that erupted as forcefully as I'd ever seen it. I thought for a moment, mother might even drown as she held on, trying to swallow just as quickly as Collette squirted it out, but to no avail. Eventually she had to breathe, forced away with the last several clear liquid squirts still hitting mom full on in the face. And even as she did, mom knelt there and laughed.

"Finally!" she exclaimed. "About damn time!"

**

With the "hornies" temporarily set aside, we once again settled in around the kitchen table with fresh cups of coffee. Even the sun hadn't fully peeked its head through the window yet as we sat there with smiles on our faces.

Looking out, Collette spoke, "So...besides trying to dig ourselves out a little, what else is on the agenda for today anyway?" she asked.

"Well first thing of course is breakfast. Your dad will be wanting to eat shortly after he gets up, something nice, warming and full so he'll have lots of energy for latter," she mused. "Both for shoveling...and fucking," she grinned, "provided that you two are up for that," she questioned curiously.

Collette and Mandy actually did look at one another, though they had in fact shared dad's cock with one another, licking and sucking it, perhaps the thought of actually fucking him wasn't something either one of them was quite ready to consider as yet. The fact I had fucked mom though seemed to be the final decision maker as they sat there thinking about it further.

"He does have a nice cock," Mandy finally admitted to us all, especially mother.

"Yes he does, much like your brothers," mom told them both.

"We wouldn't know, we uh...haven't quite got ourselves there...yet," Collette now stated surprising her.

"You're kidding me? You mean to say I actually fucked Brian before either one of you did?" Mom said in surprise.

"Ah yep...but am hoping to change that before the days over," Collette grinned, as did Mandy.

"Well then, seems we do indeed have a busy day, and night ahead of us then!" Mom laughed. "And like I said last night...I have a few ideas about all that we should probably discuss, and then think about while we're actually having to work. Perhaps that will keep the adrenalin going and not tire everyone out for later!"

"What did you have in mind anyway?" Mandy asked curiously.

Mom stood and refilled our coffees, bringing back with her a note pad and pen as she did. "Maybe while we're just sitting here waiting for your father to get up, we can actually start thinking about it," she suggested. "I thought...it might be fun for each one of us to list something, something we've always wanted to do, and maybe haven't even done yet. Though it doesn't even have to be that, it can be something as simple as something we enjoy doing, and want to do, see or experience amongst ourselves. So...having said that, once you've got your fantasy, or desire written down on paper, we'll throw them all in a bowl or something. Then, throughout the course of the day, we'll all take turns drawing them out of the bowl in random order. How's that sound?" she asked.

"I take it you've already got something in mind," Collette said grinning at her.

"Oh yes...something I've always wanted to try, but never have," she said winking at her. "And now...just might be the perfect opportunity to do that. So...yes, I do. Now, how about you guys? Anything come to mind?"

"I've got one," Mandy said reaching out for the note pad. "But no fair peeking until it's drawn," she said hiding whatever it was she wrote down. "Part of the fun and surprise will be hearing what it is just before it happens don't you think?" she asked.

"My thoughts exactly," mom said as she pulled down a covered Tupperware bowel out of the cupboard. "Once you've written it down, fold it up and then toss it in here, for later."

"I'm gonna need some time to think about this," I freely admitted. "I've got so many things in mind...sort of hard to choose between them!"

That garnered another round of laughter to which we heard dad comment on as he entered the kitchen, fully dressed and already raring to go.

"What's so funny?" He asked as mom poured him a cup of coffee, and then explained to him what we were doing. His eyes lit up in interest at that, though he walked over sipping his coffee as he glanced out the window. "I think I'll take some time to think about mine too as I'm digging out," he stated. "By the way...when's breakfast?"

"We were just going to get started on it now," she said eyeing the girls letting them know it was time to get dressed and start fixing it.

"Good, meanwhile, Brian and I can at least start cutting a path from the back door towards the garage," he stated, eyeing me and letting me know we had work waiting ahead of us before play time. "Let's at least see if we can do that so we can hook up the plow again, and see what's facing us on the road out of here," he told me.

**

It took the better part of an hour to just shovel a path out between the house and the garage. We'd actually reached the point where we were tossing the snow up and over our heads when we finally cleared away the door and were able to get into the garage. Even having done that, we had our work cut out for us in opening the garage door in order to get the truck out with the snowplow on.

"We'll tackle this after breakfast," dad informed me as the two of us stood there looking at a near perfect wall of snow. Hopefully it would be a bit easier with the plow on, though even that was suspect. I'd never seen it this deep before in all the years we'd been living here, it really was the worst storm in recent memory.

"Listen Brian, before we head back in for breakfast, just wanted to say something to you in case you had any worries, doubts or fears," he began. I'd never really been all that close to my father, not in this way at least. We'd had talks before of course, told a few dirty jokes, things like that, but we'd never really had any one on one intimate personal discussions before now, so I was feeling a little intimidated and unsure as to where any of this was actually going.

"I don't...well not really," I answered though he now continued anyway.

"Glad to hear that, but...just the same, just wanted you to know something. Years ago, before your mom and I ever thought something like this might happen, we actually discussed it. We talked about the possibility of it, though back then, it was more along the lines of being candid with one another about our thoughts...fantasies. Your mom and I, as you now well know, have always been honest and truthful with one another about those. We've never held back, kept any secrets, or even denied anything from one another either. And just so you're not too shocked, thought I might as well tell you now before things go any further. Your mom and I, from time to time, have been with, and played around on the side. Not very often, just once in a while, and only with people we've both felt comfortable being around, people that we knew wouldn't cause problems or let petty jealousies or insecurities get in the way because of it. And then of course, as I said, we long ago mentioned the three of you. I didn't know if it would ever happen any more than your mother did. But...if it did, which it now has, just want you to know, it's ok," dad chuckled a bit nervously, laughing. "In a way, it's almost a relief. Your mother's always had, and probably always will have, a higher sex-drive than even I do. At times, I've had trouble keeping up with her, though she's never really complained. But...just so you know Brian, whenever the two of you want to, you know...fool around, you don't have to worry about seeking my permission before doing so. I know for a fact that your mom gets herself off each and every morning after she gets up, almost like clockwork. It's how she literally begins her day, so I wouldn't be too surprised if I were you, if she now invites you to take care of that from time to time."

"Yeah, I sort of discovered that already this morning," I told him, and then briefly filled him in on what had already happened, though I did leave the part of my sister's eventually joining in out of it. I figured that was their story and something for them to share if they wanted to.

I was still relieved however when he laughed even louder upon hearing that. "See? Like I said, now that things have happened the way they did last night, you're bound to see an entirely new side of your mother...well, and me too I guess, that you haven't seen before. You good with that?"

So much had happened, I'm not sure I'd actually had a chance to digest everything, even now. But I also knew, I wanted to continue, at least for the time being anyway. Maybe I might change my mind later, or that due to time and circumstance, everything would quite naturally come to an end anyway. But at the moment, especially with the five of us all cooped up together inside the house, it could get boring in a hurry. But not if the excitement and near constant arousal of being able to fool around quite openly in front of one another was a possibility. Which obviously...it was.

"Let's go eat," dad said putting his arm around my shoulder as we made our way back down the path we'd so recently dug out. And though it was still snowing, it had finally begun to taper off, at least it wouldn't fill up the trench we'd just dug again.

"By the way dad...who have you and mom fooled around with?" I asked him.

"I'll let your mother answer that one," he told me. "If she decides to," he then answered just as we opened the door into the kitchen, the morning breakfast just then being placed out on the table.




Snowed In Ch. 05



"Hungry?" Mom asked, still wearing her sexy robe and nothing else.

"Famished!" Dad and I both said, and then sat down to eat. As we did, I noticed that one more folded piece of paper now sat inside mom's Tupperware bowl.

**

While the girls cleaned up the kitchen I followed dad back outside where we hooked up the plow to the truck. It was slow-going, but eventually we'd carved out a path out to the main highway. And though we did, it was evident the highway itself was in worse shape than our own driveway was now. In addition to that, the power was still off too, though we were running off the generator now, though being careful as to what all he had turned on and used so as not to use up all the fuel for it. No telling how long before we'd see the roads plowed and accessible again.

By the time we made it back, the girls were all huddled in the living room around a nice roaring fire. All three of them wearing robes, and nothing else as we quickly discovered.

"Ok you two...time to join us," mom said. "So you need to write something down and toss it into the bowl so we can pick one," she then added. "We're starting to get antsy here!"

"Horny you mean," Mandy giggled, "Because I certainly am!"

Mom had said anything, and so mine was more voyeuristic perhaps than any of theirs might be, but I mentioned that again before writing it down. "You did say anything right?" I asked.

"Yes, I did, and while we're on that subject, and before we even begin, maybe we should all lay out a few ground rules here first too."

That sounded like a good idea, something we were all in agreement with. 

"Good, for starter's then, number one rule and for obvious reasons. For the time being, everyone is to pretend we're in Vegas ok? So in other words, what happens here, stays here. No one else besides ourselves needs to know about, or hear about any of this...agreed?"

Once again, we all were. Me in particular as I had been a little worried about that even though neither one of my sisters seemed to be. 

"Number two...each one of us has obviously written something down that we'd either like to do or see. In order to be fair to everyone's desires and or fantasies, we need to do our level best to see to it that they're honored and fulfilled. Otherwise, it will spoil it for everyone else. Are we also in agreement there?"

Once again, we all agreed, though I was quite interested and no wondering what it was my sister's had come up with, especially by the smiles on both of their faces. I hurriedly finished writing mine down, and then tossed it into the container, and then at mom's suggestion, ran back down to my room in order to retrieve my bathrobe. Dad's was already waiting for him thrown over the back of the couch.

"You don't have to wear it either," she told me after I'd returned. "Only if you get too cold sitting around naked. With that, she took hers off, though the warmth of the fire had seen to it that the room was comfortably maintained. Dad had finished writing his note, folded it, and then placed it inside mom's bowl. Picking it up, she secured the lid and then stood shaking it thoroughly, mixing them up.

"Ok, Brian? Why don't you draw out the first one," mom stood there grinning, her marvelous nude body already incentive, arousing my manhood as I now joined her, standing by her side reaching in. I did so, handing it to her. "Go ahead...read it," she said excitedly, as we all were.

I read the first couple of words to myself silently, realizing as I did this one was moms. I swallowed hard, rereading it to myself before Mandy spoke up and complained.

"Hey no fair reading it ahead of time!" She told me. "Read it out loud so we can all hear what it has to say at the same time!"

I cleared my throat, looking up towards mom, and then dad...feeling the heat in my face begin to grow as I did so.

"Ok, well...obviously this one is moms," I began, hearing her giggle even before I began. And then hearing dad speak in almost a whisper,

"This should be good," he said catching a look from her.

"Not if you don't behave!" She told him sternly. "Now go on Brian, read it!"

I cleared my throat again, and then read. "I have always had this fantasy, something I've never done or even tried, but have thought about repeatedly. So, what I'd like to experience for the very first time, is what it would be like to experience a naughty double fuck while having my daughters suck on and play with my breasts while Brian and Harold fuck me. And I'd prefer it if Brian was the one to take my ass for the first time," she'd added as a postscript.

Dad was grinning from ear to ear, I figured he'd half expected that. Obviously it was something they had in fact previously discussed. Collette too was grinning upon hearing mom's request, though Mandy had squealed in feigned surprise at hearing what it actually was.

"God, even I've never considered doing that mom!" she said seriously, on the one hand not sure if she found that arousing or not, yet on the other, sounding curiously excited at actually seeing it anyway.

She had obviously come prepared for it too, just in case. I saw her pull several things out of a bag she'd brought down with her, including the same double-ended dildo the girls had used on one another the day before, along with a few other things, something called "Honey Dust", some massage ointments, and then some KY lubricant which she handed to me.

"Make sure you and I both are good and slippery," she announced. "And it might be a good idea if we roll out the bed again for this one," she added. "I want to be nice and comfortable when this finally happens."

We hurriedly did that, making the bed ready as dad was the first to crawl into it, lying on his back. Mom quickly positioned herself over dad first. "Once he's in...go ahead and lube me up," she told me, and then yourself," she reminded me. "Not too much though, or you might make it too slippery, just enough to get your cock inside me," mom said, already sounding lusty as hell, especially by the look on her face. She had that "I'm so fucking horny!" look about her that I was starting to become very familiar with. 

"How's that feel?" I said as I easily managed to slip a finger inside her ass, worming it about, ensuring that she was indeed all nice and lubricated inside there.

"Nice, very very nice. Just go slow and easy at first, until I tell you otherwise," she asked.

Mom had already impaled herself on dad's steel cock, though he lay beneath her unmoving, now waiting for me. Like Mandy had asked the first time, now Collette did. "Let me put it in her," she stated, kneeling at my side, reaching over to place the head of my cock at the tiny puckered opening of mom's ass. "Easy does it," she said speaking for mom as I looked down, watching her initially tease mom's opening with the head of my dick. "OK...now, press inwards, just a little, just until the tip slips in, and then stay there," she instructed me.

Since this was basically my first time ever for this too, I was quite frankly glad for the instructional guidance, and did as she asked. Collette held my cock in fact so that just the head could slip in, that and nothing more, as though ensuring I didn't get carried away with myself and shove the whole thing in at once. She and I both watched as it finally did, just the tip finally spearing mom's ass, sliding inside her.

"Hmmm," Mom moaned pleasurably. "That...feels nice!"

"More?" I now asked unnecessarily.

She wiggled back against me in response to that. "A bit more yes..." she almost hissed, "Just a little, let me enjoy feeling it inch by inch as you get in."

Collette wasn't about to let me do any more than that either, once again grasping my shaft, two inches, no more appearing out of her hand, though her hand now rested almost a bit too snugly against my balls. 

"Go ahead Brian," she urged me, her freehand now rubbing my ass as I slowly inserted what I could inside mom. Once again hearing her moan pleasurably as the girth of my aroused cock began to widen her opening even more than it was already. Tapered as I was, unlike dad, it helped make the penetration perhaps a bit easier on her than it ever would have been with him. 

"Oh fuck yes that feels good!" Mom almost cried out, "Now give it to me Brian, all of it, every fucking inch! Put it in me, and then just hold it there!"

Forced to let go, Collette moved her hand away as I began to slide in the last two or three inches into my mother's ass. Only then did I realize as Mandy had knelt on the other side looking on, that her hand too had been busy. She'd been gently fingering and fondling dad's balls while he sat patiently waiting for me to slip my cock inside mom next to his. It was a very strange sensation initially, for all of us. The tightness of mom's ass was unbelievable, and at first I couldn't see how I could even possibly fuck her without making it painful. On the other hand, she seemed to loosen a little, gradually getting used to the intrusion, and the slipperiness of the lubricant ensured that I'd be able to. Of course, there was the other sensation of me actually able to feel dad's cock resting next to mine, even though they weren't doing so directly. But there was no denying the firmness and hardness I felt as our two dicks now pressed against one another, as mom more fully skewered herself on both of us simultaneously. I could only imagine what that must have felt like for her though it was Collette who then asked the simple question.

"How does that feel anyway?" She asked. "As hot as that looks, I might want to try that one myself!"

"Unfucking, believable!" Mom exclaimed hotly. "God, I'm so fucking full of cock!" she then sighed, rocking back just a little. I felt her pull forward, likewise removing my cock not quite fully before rocking back, once again impaling herself, not only on me, but on dad as well. "That's it...let me do it initially," she asked, "Before the two of you go and get all carried away."

Mom took her time too, though I was personally grateful for it. It gave me more control over myself for one thing, and for another, I was able to concentrate more fully on the exquisite sensation as well without tripping my "time to come switch" too early.

"All right girls," mom now said adding them in on the mix. "Come suck my tits!"

With mom riding my dick and dads, the urge to splurge was bad enough, but now seeing my two sisters, each one happily and excitedly latching onto one of mom's free swinging large breasts was almost too much to take. There's just something about seeing that, at least for me, that had already fired things up a notch on the arousal meter, and I was quickly running out of space on the intensity meter before I let go.

"Ok you two, now you can fuck me...slowly at first, but fuck me. I'll tell you when to speed things up, or slow things down," she informed us. This was after all her fantasy, as much as I was enjoying it myself, I had every intention of seeing to it that hers was fulfilled to the best of my ability. And so it seemed, was dad. He was obviously in no hurry to rush through anything either, his cock easing in and out of her cunt with a nice easy going rhythm, as I now did the same inside her ass. In seconds, we had reached an almost perfectly choreographed dance, one cock plunging in, the other coming out, back and forth simultaneously as mom's low deep-throated moans and groans got louder and louder with each passing second. 

"Suck em! Suck em hard! Bite em!" mom cried out, once again imploring my sisters as they held her enormous breasts, mouthing them sucking her hard extended nipples for all they were worth, and even then, mom deliriously now crying out in some effort to get them to do it even harder than they already were.

The sounds of what had become an almost frantic frenzy amongst all five of us together seemed to accompany the symphony of pleasured delight we all now felt. Mom cussing, spitting out vulgarities, vocalizing her passion in ways I'd never quite heard her use before. The girls, sucking, making popping sounds with their mouths on her tits, hands kneading flesh, hands at times slapping mom's ass as I plowed into her from behind. Once again the sound of flesh slapping flesh as I did that. Then you add the spice of liquid delight, the desert of slick sloppy girl cream as it oozed out of her passage. Dad's prick fucking into it, producing more, and then retreating as he continually scooped out more and more of her joy juice. It squished obscenely, running down her legs as I knelt behind her watching it. My own cock, leaking profusely now, adding to the equally squishy sounds and pleasures as I drove in, out...and then in again, fucking into what felt like melted butter at this point.

"Fuck, fuck...fuck...fuck....fuck!" Mom wailed at nearly the top of her lungs. I was suddenly glad for the distance we had on our property to the closest neighbors, not to mention the wind still buffeting about outside the house. It was eerie in a way hearing her cry out like this, more aroused obviously, certainly wilder than I'd ever seen her look or behave before, though of course...I really had nothing to compare that with until now.

And then...it was as though the eye of the storm was passing overhead, the sudden unexpected calm, silence as she hovered there above us. The intake of her breath as she held it, as did we all. Even the furious slapping of flesh against flesh seemed to calm as the penultimate moment of her personal rapture approached, and then as the eye passed, the storm rapidly picking up gale force winds once again. 

She came.

Maybe she didn't exactly squirt, not like Collette did anyway, but her orgasm had a force of intensity unlike any I had ever seen or experienced. Even as I lost it myself, feeling my cock suddenly lurch deep inside her, the first jettison of my spunk perfectly matching the moment of her own release, I felt her ass seize my dick, as though it had been caught in a vise. In the next instant she'd expelled me with such force that my second jettison of spunk never made it inside her, squirting well up and over her back instead. I honestly believe her scream of pleasure had momentarily gone beyond the range of my hearing as only then did I finally see and hear her as it did, her mouth opened far longer, her breath only then coming back. And though she had forced my prick from her ass, dad was still inside her as she clamped down on him, still grinding away, the juices of her climax sounding almost too sweet as he pummeled into that slick liquid cooze from below.

Like a deflating air mattress, mom collapsed against dad, melting into him. Dad, his cock still clinging to her opening, though just barely. I sat back on my haunches, very much out of breath myself, the glistening wetness of my own spending having left tracers which now criss-crossed her back, her ass. Dad's cock coated thickly with what almost looked like whipping cream, most of which now leaked from her cunt, running down between mom's legs in little rivulets of moisture, soaking the sheets. It was fascinating to watch, just sitting there taking it all in, just as my two sisters were now doing, forced to sit up having relinquished mom's breasts, each of them absentmindedly fondling their own.

"Whose fucking next?" Mandy almost shouted a bit too early.

No one else could even respond, let alone move. Not yet anyway. 

"Come here sweetie," Collette told her. "Let me take the edge off for you," she said. "Let them all have a moment to collect themselves, we've still got the better part of the day left, and all night," she then added as she pressed my sister back onto her back, spreading her legs. For the first time in recent memory, my cock was too spent to even lift its head in mild curiosity as she did that. Watching Collette's tongue as it snaked out spearing my other sister's clit, lapping away tenderly at that exposed little nubbin. I fell back onto my own back, closed my eyes and merely rewound the sensations I'd just recently experienced myself.

**

I think I drifted off, though it could only have been a few minutes, the sound of Mandy climaxing just enough to stir me from my revelry as Collette did indeed, just take the edge off for her.

Mom and dad were too, now sitting up, watching her as she did. It didn't take Mandy nearly as long to rejoin the living, likewise sitting up moments later.

"Ok, I think we take a fifteen, if not thirty minute break before drawing out another one," mom said. "And if it's something that includes your father this time, perhaps a bit longer if he needs the time," she said looking over towards me. The smile on my face assured her I wouldn't, if indeed I was to be called on again, provided I had at least a little time though perhaps not a full thirty minutes.

Dad went off to pee, just as I did, the girls following suit after we had. In the meantime mom had poured us all a nice tall glass of orange juice, which was sorely needed, quenching my sudden thirst and cottonmouth. We sat at the kitchen table, silently sipping our juice, eyeing one another with smiles on our faces.

And it was only the beginning.



Snowed In Ch. 06



Author's Note: This story contains mostly anal sex with the wife. Enjoy!

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Esther pushed her husband Mark down on the bed, smiling... it was another evening up at the cabin, they were no longer snowed in but they and their friend David had decided to stay a few more days in this retreat. The new sexual experiences were exciting and they didn't feel as though they were done yet...

Leaning forward, Esther began to lick and suckle at her husband's already hard cock... he moaned and leaned back against the headboard, watching as his friend's redhead disappeared behind the curve of his wife's ass. As David began licking her pussy, teasing it with her tongue, Esther moaned and her efforts on Mark's cock increased, making him gasp with pleasure. This was entirely new for them... usually Esther would either make love with her husband while David watched and jerked off, or make love with David while her husband watched and would then finish inside of her. This was the first time that they had done anything as a group.

Mark found it even more of a turn on to watch David pleasuring his wife while Esther gave him head... for one, it meant direct stimulation for him, and even though he didn't have as good a view of what David was doing he was definitely an indirect beneficiary of it. As David's redhead rose back up, Mark leaned forward to watch as his friend tongued his wife's asshole... Esther groaned as Mark's dick slid deeper into her throat as a result, her whimpers of pleasure vibrating along its length as her hips wiggled back and forth. David's tongue pressed against the crinkled hole, deflowered only a few days ago by Mark... 

"Go on..." urged Mark, "Get it wet... you should fuck her there."

Esther felt a tingle of excitement flow through her at the thought of David taking her anally while she pleasured her husband orally... she'd be taking a man at both ends! It seemed incredibly naughty and extremely arousing. Mark looked down and saw the excitement on her face.

"Esther likes the idea too," he told David, grinning... Esther moaned around Mark's cock in response. 

Reaching out, Mark grabbed the lube and handed it off to his friend... David got on his knees behind Esther and started pushing his cock into her ready pussy as he lubed up his fingers. Mark groaned with appreciation as Esther's mouth responded to the fucking his friend was giving her. Moving her blonde hair out of the way, he pulled it back to the nape of her neck so that he could see her rapturous expression as she swallowed his cock, lips sliding up and down its thick length. 

David put one hand on her hip as he banged away at her pussy from behind, the index finger of his other hand pressed against her ass... slick with lube. Esther whimpered and wriggled as David's finger sank into her tight little hole, sucking furiously at her husband's cock. It felt so full, so raunchy, to be between two men, one of them in her pussy and one in her mouth, with a finger sliding in and out of her ass.

As David added a second finger to the invasion of her ass, Esther could feel her body stretching open, her ass felt incredibly tight with his cock filling her pussy. Mark stared down his wife's back at the sight of David's cock pushing in and out of her body, his fingers piercing her ivory cheeks... 

Then David pulled out of her ass. Mark leaned forward, his cock pushing to the back of Esther's throat as he put a hand on each of his wife's asscheeks, spreading them apart for his friend. Esther moaned and gagged, and then whimpered as David's cock pierced her ass, pushing in firm and hard... filling her just like Mark's cock had...

It definitely felt a little easier than when Mark had deflowered the tight hole... the constant anal play the men had been giving her since then had helped to loosen her up and make it easier to adjust. Still, as David pressed deeper, she whined around her husband's cock as her ass stretched open, it cramped a little, burning and tingling in a slightly painful, but not totally unpleasant way. 

Mark stared as that tiny hole swallowed his friend's cock, Esther's moans and whimpers felt fantastic on his dick as he moved his hips a little, forcing his cock down her throat. Leaning back a little, he let his hands slide from her ass to her breasts, squeezing the round orbs and pinching her nipples as they hung down from her body...

Esther moaned and writhed from the attention, her full ass getting fuller as David pressed inward, her nipples burning and tingling from sensations as her husband manipulated them, and the satisfyingly meaty taste and texture of her husband's between her lips. The cock in her ass kept pushing, keeping her just on the level of unbearable discomfort... it was never enough that she pulled off of Mark's dick to ask David to slow down, but at the same time it still burned and hurt as he pushed in just a little too fast. Somehow she liked that though, the fact that he just took her ass without asking, his body demanding that hers accept the invader without protest. 

Just as she was getting used to his cock being inside of her, David started thrusting in and out of her ass, pushing her mouth over Mark's cock with every thrust, and Esther moaned heatedly... it felt so strange and so good to be fucked in the ass again. She could feel her insides clenching down on David's moving cock, tingling and burning with need... her pussy was dripping with desire. 

"Oh God..." David groaned, his groin bouncing off of Esther's firm ass, "She's so fucking tight..."

"I know," moaned Mark back, "I deflowered her ass just the other day..."

Realizing that he was embedded in an almost virgin ass made David all the more aroused, and his thrusts started coming harder and faster, pleasurably abusing Esther's hole. She groaned and pushed back, her ass flexing around his cock as it moved, the two shafts of meat pushing into her simultaneously from both ends because of the movement. Shuddering with pleasure, Esther moaned and writhed, pushing her breasts in her husband's hands, feeling his fingers squeezing her nipples and twisting, heightening the sensations that were running through her body. 

David's hands pulled at her hips, pulling her back against him roughly as he fucked her ass hard and deep, her husband's gaze greedily taking in the entire erotic act. Esther's mouth was like a vacuum on his cock, and he enjoyed watching his friend's pleasure as David fucked his wife's ass. Seeing David's face just reminded Mark of how blissfully tight and slick his wife's ass could be... and his friend was obviously enjoying it as well. 

The three of them moved, humping back and forth, Esther's ass adjusting to completely accommodate David's cock, although she continued to tighten down on it as he thrust, making him groan with sexual rapture. Her insides were burning, and she yearned to have something more touching her pussy than David's balls slapping against her open lips. The sexual frustration fed her appetite and she voraciously swallowed her husband's cock, shuddering as his friend pillaged her ass. 

Then David slapped her ass cheek, startling both her and Mark... her movement away from David nearly made her choke on Mark's cock... 

SMACK!

Another one.

SMACK!

Esther shuddered and moaned, the spanking seeming somehow completely right in the situation, totally erotic... the slight burning pain just enhanced the slick glide of David's cock in and out of her backdoor, making her tighten down each time his hand landed a blow on her cheek. Mark, for his part, was surprised... both at David's spanking of Esther, and of his wife's aroused response. He'd never suspected that Esther would enjoy some of the things that David had initiated, spanking being one of them... but there she was, pushing her ass back for more, moaning around his cock. 

Knowing he couldn't last much longer, David stopped spanking Esther's ass, leaving her pale cheeks a little pinked, and dug his fingers into that tender flesh as he started harpooning her hole forcefully, rocking her body back and forth as he pounded her from behind. Esther wailed around her husband's cock in lust as her ass was abused, in the most fantastic way possible.

She actually felt close to cumming as David thrust hard, feeling his cock widen and spurt into her tight hole, filling her backdoor with his cream. Esther was barely paying attention to her husband's cock, she was so lost in sensation... so close to cumming as David spent himself in her ass... Mark's hips were thrusting in and out of her mouth of his own accord, his cock going almost completely down her throat. 

Looking at David, seeing his friend's body relax, Mark ordered, "MOVE"

Esther didn't even hear him, she could only whimper as David pulled out, her body trembling with need... 

When her husband pushed into her ass she thought she might scream with frustration... her pussy was needy, she wanted him in there... and her ass was so sensitive after the rampant fucking David had just given it that having Mark push in so quickly was almost painfully over-stimulating. 

Then suddenly, David's hand was underneath her, pushing a small vibrator against her clit just as Mark started pumping her ass in his own sexual frenzy... and this time Esther did scream as her entire body seized up in a terrific orgasm. Mark bellowed his own aching orgasm as his long denied need flowed over, his cock squelching in and out of his wife's just-used ass, which was spasming around him as she thrashed in ecstasy. David rubbed the vibrator against her clit, making Esther scream again at the extra stimulation, her body collapsing forward, which just meant her clit was pressing directly on the vibrator...

Mark followed her down, his cock spurting into her ass as he buried himself the deepest he'd ever been, helped by gravity as his weight fell on hers. Beneath him, his wife was screaming in the throes of a roiling orgasm, her ass and pussy completely overwhelmed, the sensations completely encompassing her entire body. 

Esther didn't stop orgasming until Mark finally pulled off of her and the two men were able to pull her off the vibrator and David's hand. She curled up in a little ball, shaking with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Are you ok honey?" Mark asked, a little concerned, he leaned forward and put his hand on her shoulder, Esther's back arched in reaction as that slight touch set off an orgasmic after-shock. Mark pulled his hand back.

"I'm fine," whispered Esther hoarsely, she felt a little lost in her own body, "Just don't touch me for a little bit."

The two men laughed gingerly...

They would feel much better the next morning when Esther was just fine, if in possession of a very sore asshole.



Snowed In Ch. 06



With everyone feeling pretty good and somewhat revived, I along with my two sisters where actually quite anxious to continue playing mom's naughty little game. Even my cock had risen to some extent, though not fully taking on a "flag pole" appearance. But I knew that the moment things got going again, it wouldn't take much.

"Ok, someone else want to draw one out?" she soon asked.

"Before we do," dad began, I'd like to defer mine until tomorrow if that's ok with everyone. So...if mine is drawn out, I'd like to wait until then."

It was a curious request, but under the circumstances the way things were going, it was highly unlikely we'd all have the strength left to do all of us in one day anyway. 

"Mandy? You want to draw next?" Mom asked.

Excitedly she stood waiting for mom to hold up the bowl with our folded fantasies and desires waiting inside, each of us wondering whose would be drawn out next. I sat watching as Mandy's beautiful bare breasts bounced and wobbled as she stood, jiggling erotically for a moment before settling back into place. Her nipples, like my cock now, were hard. Pointed, thick and obviously aroused, though so where mom and Collette's as I glanced about the table, my eyes feasting on all the delectable tit candy available. I was already looking forward to seeing, doing, whatever it was someone had requested or chosen for us to do. Even dad did a drum roll with his fingers on the table making us laugh, easing the sudden tension that had sprung as Mandy reached into mom's bowl mixing the remaining folded papers around inside with her fingers.

"Alright! Alright! Enough already! Pick one!" Collette scolded her sister somewhat teasingly, but she too was just as anxious as the rest of us to see what lay ahead.

Finally she removed her hand already smiling before she'd even opened it. "It's mine!" she grinned excitedly. "I put a little mark on the outside," she then added solving the mystery.

"So? Read it!" Collette stated once again urging her to quit wasting time. I noticed as she sat there that her hand was already down between her legs gingerly fingering herself in anticipation. We were all "horny" as mom so aptly put it, but I don't think I'd ever seen my sister this horny before, it was obvious by her impatience that she was already on the edge, anxious to get going again as Mandy tossed her one of her own patented looks, but then began to read her note.

"I want to see mom and Collette fuck one another with mom's dildo," she began. As good as it felt when we did, I actually wished I could see what it looked like from a different angle. While they are, I'd also like to have Brian fuck me doggy-style from behind while we watch, and then have dad take turns with mom and Collette while they suck him, still fucking one another with the toy." She finished looking up.

Collette was grinning as was mom. Even dad had a smile on his face as he thought about having his cock sucked, something he obviously quite enjoyed feeling. As for myself, I too was looking forward to actually fucking my sister. I couldn't help but wonder what her sweet pink pussy would feel like wrapped around my nice hard dick.

"Back to the bed again?" Mom wondered, though then suggesting as Mandy shook her head yes. "Ok...but maybe we should put a few big fluffy towels down on it this time, in case Collette has one of her deliciously wet orgasms again." Collette blushed upon hearing that, but readily agreed. Evidently, she was pretty sure she might while impaled on mom's thick nasty toy, fucking herself and mom as they soon after positioned themselves on the bed. As they did that, dad stood off to one side, stroking his cock until it stood thick, fat and hard, waving around in front of him like a batter stepping up to the plate.

"Where do you want to be?" I now asked her as we stood there taking all of this in. It was already erotic as hell seeing mom and Collette once again ass to ass, the shared toy now connecting them both to one another as they adjusted it, already giving it a few preliminary test fucks against one another.

Obviously Mandy had something in mind as she walked over to dad's chair standing behind it, leaning over the headrest slightly as her beautiful bare ass beckoned to me.

"Can you fuck me standing up like this?" she asked, "Without tiring out too quickly?" She worried.

"Sis, right about now, I could fuck you while standing on my head if you wanted," I responded back. I noticed she even thought about that for a moment, smiling.

"Really?" She grinned. "We might have to try that later," she added though she again leaned over the back of dad's chair waiting for me. As for dad, he had now crawled onto the bed, kneeling in front of Collette as she opened her mouth in anticipation of taking dad's cock. He fed it to her, and then looked over towards us.

"This what you had in mind kitten?" He asked pleasurably as Collette's tongue snaked out, running around and about the mushroom like head of my father's prick.

It was at that very moment that I slid my cock inside my sister's cunt, filling her completely. Her answer came in the form of a surprised grunt, her eyes wide as she felt the fullness of my shaft penetrate her for the very first time. I held still for a moment, and then used muscle control to wobble it inside her, unmoving letting her sense that as I did so.

"Fuck Brian! That's hot! How the hell can you do that?" she asked.

I gave her pussy another couple of dick throbs, and then pulled out completely, resting the tip just at the opening of her now very wet juicy split before sliding inside her again. 

"Practice," I teased. "Years and years of practice masturbating," I then added hearing her giggle, though so did mom and Collette having overheard me.

"Better to wash a bunch of hankies as opposed to changing your bed sheets every other day," mom spoke embarrassing me. "And don't think I didn't know Brian," she giggled. "I never saw you blowing your nose even once!"

"Mom!" I shot back, though spearing my sister's pussy with my prick as I said that. For some reason, the thought of her having known all along now seemed deliciously wicked. What was surprisingly erotic, sensual, was the ongoing conversation we were now having as we all looked about at one another, watching each other. Mom and Collette almost casually grinding themselves against one another connected together with mom's dildo, though she looked over towards us, watching me fucking Mandy while standing behind her. I'm sure the lust-filled look of pleasure on my face said it all, though I was still blushing a little.

"What I'd appreciate, is if you'd clean your own cum-curdles out of the shower drain in your bathroom. That...or go back to using hankies again," she giggled wickedly. 

"Mom!" I said once again feeling even more embarrassed as Mandy laughed, adding one of her patented "Eeeeuws!" upon hearing that.

Though the subject obviously had now intrigued Mandy's thoughts. "You ever jerk off in the shower daddy?" she asked him as we both looked over, Collette now fully mouthing my dad's cock as he knelt there fucking my sister's face.

"Sometimes," he moaned pleasurably, his face taking on a controlled grimace. It was obvious that whatever Collette was doing to him at the moment must have felt pretty intense. "Though usually even when I am, your mother's waiting for me, she enjoys sucking my cum down rather than having me shoot it off in the shower," he now shared with everyone, likewise now embarrassing mom.

"So you like drinking daddy's dick juice?" she now turned looking at mom, her breath obviously becoming labored, heated as her arousal level continued to escalate, though my prick sliding in and out of her at a nice steady pace might have had something to do with that.

"Do I ever!" mom replied looking back over her shoulder towards Pop, the slap of her ass cheeks against Collette's giving emphasis to her own heightened desires. "Sometimes, I just enjoy sitting there on the toilet seat watching your dad pull on his prick, working it. I love watching him do that, always excites me to see how he best likes to play with himself. Just the way he rubs the head of his dick, sometimes palming it, and then slapping it a little for me," She sighed pausing pleasurably for a moment. "I very often finger myself while I watch him, but then of course...when he's ready to shoot, he usually just turns and points it towards me. It's then that I wrap my lips around that big mushroom head of his and wait to feel that first hard-felt squirt as it enters my mouth. After that...I just try and take as much as I can, though even then most of it dribbles out of my mouth and down onto my tits. Makes great lotion for them afterwards though!" she added grinning, though her face and reddened even more considerably with her admission. "After all, you've seen how much he cums," she reminded us all.

One thing I had already noticed was the more Mandy talked, discussing such perverse decadent activities, the more and more aroused and wet she became. Her pussy was soaked, bathing my cock with each steady plunge inside her, the sounds of which could now be easily heard as I thrust in and out of that slick wet passage.

She moaned outwardly, though continuing to speak. I wasn't the only one that was now aware of this particular little fetish of hers either. "So mom...you ever going to tell us the story of how you and Collette ended up eating one another out that first time?" she asked. Even that one got my attention and renewed curiosity as I groaned, grunted and gave Mandy's cunt a bit of an extra grinding thrust.

"Yeah mom...tell us, I'd like hearing about that one myself!" I then added.

"Let your sister tell the story," mom giggled. "She'll do a much better job of it than I will."

Unfortunately, with her mouth full of dad's cock at the moment, that made things a bit difficult for her to do. "I will, but I'd like watching Mandy suck daddy's dick while I tell it," she responded in kind.

"Bring it here daddy!" Mandy said enthusiastically as dad climbed down off the bed, once again walking over towards us, his massive prick sticking straight out in front of him, swollen purple and quite obviously throbbing. Even I was impressed at its stature as he reached us, Mandy's small hand reaching up to grasp it, wrapping around though hardly even covering half his engorged length as she did. "OK, so tell us the story," she said, and then flicked her tongue out running it around and over the head of dad's cock as he steadied himself, holding onto her head.

"Well, it actually happened quite by accident," she began. "Everyone was gone, out for the day except mom and myself. Mom had in fact been upstairs baking cookies and decided to drop some off at Aunt Jackie's for she and Uncle Frank. She had called down to me just before leaving, making me aware that I'd pretty much have the place to myself. I'd been reading some erotic stories earlier, so I was already pretty aroused, having just finished one where the woman in the story had just masturbated while using the water from the faucet in the bathtub. I'd actually done that myself a long time ago, but it had been years since I had. Now...having just finished the story I was horny as hell and with everyone gone, decided it was the perfect time to do so again."

"Except that I forgot my wallet," mom said interrupting her, "which I realized just as I reached the highway, so I turned the car around and headed back in order to get it."

Though Mandy was still licking the head of dad's dick, her attention, mine, along with dads was focused on Collette's story as she continued, though the two of them continued to kneel there, grinding against one another without missing a beat.

"I didn't know of course what she was planning on doing when I unexpectedly returned," mom added, and then let Collette pick up the story again.

"She'd decided as she explained to me later, that maybe I might be interested in going with her and visit. So she decided to come downstairs and ask me if I wanted to come..." she giggled erotically having said that. "Which I already was planning on, though not in quite the same way she expected, or as it turned out, that I did! Hearing the water in the tub running, she came into the bathroom to see if I might still be interested in going with her. Needless to say, I was so focused on my pussy at the moment, that I didn't even hear the door open when she walked in. And so...there I was, laying in the bottom of the tub, my legs straddling the faucet, the water beating down on my pussy as I lay there, letting it pleasure and tickle my clit."

Listening to this story, I was finding it harder and harder to control the inevitable, finally slowing a little though I also noticed Mandy didn't seem to mind that I had. She had herself just about quit licking and sucking dad's dick entirely, though he too stood listening with rapt interest though I was willing to bet it wasn't the first time he had heard the story either.

And once again, mom jumped in, though Collette didn't seem to mind, now repositioning herself on the bed slightly, her head resting against the mattress as she reached back between her legs, now using her fingers to twiddle her twat as the two of them continued to slow-fuck one another with their shared toy.

"Obviously though I knew she was preparing to take a bath, I hadn't expected to walk in and see her doing that. It was something I had even done once or twice myself in the past, but hadn't thought about doing so again in years. Now, standing there looking down at her, as erotic as she looked, the water beating against her pussy, her lips all puffy and swollen as she held them a part...well, it was obviously too much for me to bare. So I hurriedly slipped out of my own clothes! Admittedly I was nervous, scared, not sure how Collette might react to my being there, seeing her. But I figured once I was naked myself, sitting there masturbating while watching her, she might get over the shock of it far more quickly."

"Which I did!" Collette laughed. "Though admittedly, I think I screamed upon seeing her sitting there on the toilet, didn't I?" she asked now frigging her clit as she reached back toying with it as the two of them continued to kneel there fucking one another.

"Yes," mom laughed out loud. "You did, but then you saw what I was doing, and immediately settled down back in the tub again. Which is when I told her how beautiful I thought her bare pussy was, as at the time, mine wasn't, though I kept it neatly trimmed back then even so."

"And that's when I told mom I'd be happy to shave it for her myself," Collette grinned still fingering her clit, remembering. "And I think that's when I said something along the lines of how I love eating a woman's bare pussy, or something like that anyway, not even realizing at first that I had, until mom commented on that."

"I did. I then told Collette how that was something I've always wanted to experience myself, though the opportunity had never presented itself, and that if and when it ever did, I had every intention of doing so. I then asked Collette if she liked it, how it felt when she did."

"Which is when I told mom...I'd be more than happy to do her myself!"

"Fuck!" I moaned openly hearing all this, as did dad, the two of us I am sure having painted identical images of mom and Collette soon after lying between one another's legs, sucking one another's clits.

"So then what happened?" Mandy pressed just as aroused and as curious as we were to hear the rest of it.

"Well that's when mom agreed to let me shave her. So I got out, and then did that. Sitting there, lathering up her pussy got her even more aroused, and wetter too," she grinned. "Pretty soon I was actually finger-fucking her while I shaved her, teasing her a little getting her more and more excited. After that she shaved me, though it was a much quicker shave of course since I'd already done so the day before. But...after that we headed upstairs to her bedroom where I then applied some baby oil to the freshly shaved area as she lay there on the bed, legs spread, wide open...inviting."

"God, I'd love to have been a fly on the wall and seen that," Mandy moaned audibly.

Mom laughed, "All things considered honey, I'm pretty sure that eventually you will!" Hearing that made Mandy moan again, though likewise reminding her that I had all but quit thrusting into her too. She reached back slapping my ass playfully.

"Giddy up boy!" she urged me. "Fuck my pussy! And don't you dare fucking stop either!" she then added.

I began doing so again, though I now began to worry about blowing my load, already fighting the urge to do so having heard the story so far.

"Anyway, we spent the next hour eating one another out, one of the most pleasurable experiences I'd ever had, not to mention finally doing something your father had been after me to do for eons, needless to say, when I told him about it later, he ended up fucking me until I couldn't even walk," she giggled. "Never did make it over to your Aunt Jackie's either," she then added. "She even called twice, worried about me since we never answered the phone."

I noticed dad was smiling, grinning from ear to ear.

"What?" I asked him curiously, but he merely shook his head unwilling to answer.

It was then that Mandy and I both noticed mom and Collette were smiling too.

"There's more to this isn't there?" Mandy stated speaking for us both.

"Yeah, there is...but we'll save that for another time," Collette stated. "Suffice it to say, Aunt Jackie drove over because she was worried about mom, and walked in on us!"

"Oh my god!" Mandy and I both said in unison. "She didn't!"

"Oh yeah, she did!" Dad grinned almost stupidly. "I think I was horny for three days after hearing about it," he added, and then dropped it, unwilling to continue on even though Mandy and I both pressed for the details.

"Later," mom said ending the discussion. "Now then...you want us to all continue the way that we are? Or what else would you like us to do?" she now asked.

Though a little frustrated at not hearing the rest of the story, Mandy thought, and then decided she in fact did want to see something a little different now.

"So Collette, you think when you cum it will be a squirty one this time?" she asked.

"I can almost fucking guarantee it, why?"

"In that case, I'd like to watch it myself. So...mom? If you two can manage it, if Collette would now lie on her back, you turn around, though keeping the dildo connected between you two, and fuck her sort of missionary style. Daddy? Go over and stand over them, I'd like to see you titty-fuck mom, and whenever you're ready to do so, cum all over her boobs so I can see you do that."

It was evident that dad liked the idea, and once again made his way back over towards the bed. Mom was now thrusting the fake prick in and out of Collette's cunt with a vengeance as dad began fucking mom's tits, Collette once again reaching down between her legs, spreading herself, and now frigging her clit almost violently, something she always did which pretty much ensured she would squirt, even slapping it periodically, which I would learn later usually brought that about.

"God sis, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep from coming myself, especially standing here seeing all this!" I told her a bit urgently. My balls in fact felt like they were about to explode, with or without her help any moment now.

"Ditto that," she told me hotly. "Go ahead and do it," she then added. "The moment I feel your cum spurting inside my cunt, I'll come," she assured me. "And I'm ready...whenever you are. I'm so fucking horny now, I could scream!"

Minutes later, she was doing just that.

In a way, it was like watching dominos fall. Much to my surprise, dad was even closer than I was. Knowing him like the back of her hand, mom realized through dad's look perhaps, or his sudden quivering that he was teetering on the edge. Her simple comment triggered his release moments later.




Snowed In Ch. 06



"Go ahead Harold, come all over my tits," she now said, holding them together with her hands, dad's thick fat prick fucking between them furiously, and then his loud groan, the now familiar volcanic eruption of his prick as he began spewing out his holt molten cum lava all over mom's tits.

As it spilled out, now running in torrents down between her magnificent breasts, it began to land with heavy thick splats almost perfectly between her legs. Reaching down with her own hand, she now applied dad's cum to her cunt, frigging her clit with it, which then of course triggered her own climax, as she cried out, thrusting wildly into my sister's cunt with the still attached, still connected toy they were sharing.

"Oh fuck! Me too!" Collette suddenly screamed. 

Standing there as we were only a few feet away from the couch bed, we were in the perfect position to see Collette's pussy squirt. As she released, the first jettison of her female nectar sprayed out in a long forceful stream. As it did, she actually managed to hit dad's swinging balls as he stood there over the two of them, still milking his dick now by hand, his continued ongoing climax producing thick fat droplets of sperm that continued to splatter down on mom's cunt. As he continued to do that, she in turn continued to sweep up dad's spunk with her hands and fingers, frigging herself. I almost laughed, and had I not been on the verge of spurting myself now, I might have. Seeing dad's nut-sack swinging to and fro as Collette's pussy juice hit it directly over and over again was simply too much even for me. I let go, shoving my cock into Mandy's cunt as hard as I could, each thrust of my prick inside that tight wanton passage releasing yet another streamer of my own fiery hot spunk inside her.

And of course sure enough, feeling me do that, is when Mandy actually screamed in pure pleasured delight.

**

At mom's insistence, though everyone readily agreed, the girls headed off to shower and freshen up. While dad and I waited for our turn, we headed outside to check on the generator and see to it that it had enough fuel to last us through the night. The power still hadn't come back on yet, though that wasn't too unexpected. As far out as we were, we'd always been amongst the last to see power restored whenever it had gone out in the past, though admittedly it had never been out this long before.

As I saw to that, dad took the time to re-shovel the pathway we'd carved out from the house to the garage. And though it wasn't snowing nearly half as bad as it had been, we'd still accumulated another two or three inches since the last time we had shoveled it. With the generator fully fueled again and operating efficiently, dad then decided we might as well plow the drive out to the highway again too as the girls would no doubt be a while yet.

Sitting beside him in the front seat of the truck, I decided to ask him a question, not sure if he'd answer me or not...but I was curious about it, and had been ever since mom and Collette had mentioned it. And now...with the totally uninhibited aspect of our relationship being what it was, I felt that now might be a perfectly good time to do so.

"So dad...tell me. What did happen when Aunt Jackie walked in on mom and Collette anyway?"

He looked over at me smiling. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you, though Mandy might be a bit upset to discover that she is once again the last one to know..." dad chuckled. "But...if you really want to hear it, I'll tell you," he began. "And besides, there really is a lot more going on than either your mother or I have told you about, so you might just as well hear it from me first so you can make up your own mind about it," dad said a bit more seriously as we slowly drove down the long driveway, pushing freshly fallen snow out of the way in front of us.

I sat patiently waiting for him to begin as he obviously sat there thinking about what he was willing to share with me about all this.

"Anyway, like your mom said, there they were, lying on the bed in our bedroom. Worried, especially as mom hasn't answered her phone and is now late, something she never, ever is...your Aunt get's all freaked out and decides to drive over. To make matters worse, in her excitement, especially after seeing your sister in the tub, she forgets that she left the truck running out front, door open. She'd initially meant just to run in and then out again, but obviously gets sidetracked. So...your Aunt arrives, finds the truck running, door open...with mom nowhere in sight. Cautiously, she entered the house, not quite expecting what she might find, but obviously scared, and frightened."

"Damn," I chuckled trying to imagine this. I could just see my Aunt Jackie, a slightly smaller version of mom, but even feistier sneaking into the house.

"So you know how Frank and I both keep a baseball bat hidden behind the front door?"

"Yeah?" I answered, now seeing that, already knowing what happened next before dad even told me.

"Well about that time, she hears...or rather hears what she thinks is someone hurting your mother upstairs in the bedroom, when in fact of course, Collette and your mom are at this moment in time, busily engaged in sucking one another's cunts. So...now, Jackie grabs the bat and starts heading up the stairway, sneaking down the hallway towards the bedroom, still listening...her mind now imagining something else entirely other than what's really going on."

"Oh my god!" I laughed out loud seeing it in my head just as we reached the end of the driveway, dad pausing long enough to back the truck, turning it around for the plow back down the other side of the road.

"Oh yeah...I was laughing so hard myself later when your mom told me the story, I damn near pissed myself! Anyway, so now Jackie creeps up to the closed door, she turns the knob ensuring that the door isn't locked, and opens it, not enough to see anything, as she's already made it clear in her mind that she'll only have a moment or two at best to swing the bat at your mother's assailant. So now...she grabs the bat, raises it over her head ready to swing it, and kicks the door."

"Oh fuck!"

"Oh fuck is right!" Dad's laughing, and tears are in fact already coming into his eyes again as he retells the story. "So she kicks in the door, and then comes in right behind it, waving the bat over her head like a wild-woman. About that time your mom and sister of course look up, though they're of course naked there on the bed, each one scrambling off to the other side as they look into the crazed eyes of your aunt, who now looks even more crazed, stupefied as she stands there with this bat still over her head, trying to make sense out of what it is that she's seeing."

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna pee myself!" I said laughing hysterically.

"Anyway, so your mom tells me that Aunt Jackie finally finds her voice, though she's probably still in a state of shock when she speaks. 'Just what the hell are the two of you doing anyway?' she screams out at them still wielding the bat. Your sister, not at all sure of anything at this point, is actually thinking that maybe Aunt Jackie is going to actually hit her with the damn bat for laying there licking your mom's pussy. Even though mom was of course licking hers at the same time as well. But, stunned because of the way Jackie came bursting into the room, no one's really had any time to think clearly yet, I mean...this is all happening within seconds here. So now your sister looks up at your aunt, and simply says, "I'm eating mom's pussy!"

"Oh my god no! She didn't!" 

"Oh yeah, she did...just like that. Even hearing your mom tell it the way she did, I thought I was gonna die."

"So what happened next?"

Dad was wiping the tears away from his eyes, even having to stop the truck half way back as he couldn't see clearly enough to keep driving. 

"So now, having heard that, poor Jackie's even more confused, though her mind is finally beginning to register the fact that your mom's not in any danger here, and actually drops the bat. And I guess she actually just spoke the first thing that popped into her mind after she did that."

"Which was?"

I saw dad trying to hold it, trying to control his laughter, though he still lost it anyway as he answered, almost making it impossible to understand him when he replied.

"How come you never wanted to eat my pussy? She asks. And then collapsed down onto the bed, almost fainting, but it was the sheer relief of knowing your mom wasn't in any real danger, though her mind then had to deal with what it was that really was going on. So she's laying there, your mom and Collette now worriedly sitting on either side of her, attending to her and wanting to make sure she's ok, when she looks up at the two of them and says, 'No really, how come you never wanted to, even when I told you I would, if you would,' she then stated."

I could only sit there shaking my head, still laughing.

"Anyway, that's when your mom and Collette undressed your Aunt. They spent the rest of the afternoon going down on one another. I heard about it all later on that evening, after she'd left. And then of course, she had later on told Frank about it that night too."

I waited for dad to continue, but he didn't. By then we'd reached the garage and had pulled the truck back inside. 

"Anyway, enough for now. Time to grab that shower...and some grub. Hopefully your mom will start fixing dinner soon. I have a feeling we're going to need the energy, it's apt to be another long evening," he smiled looking back at me as I followed him into the house.

I knew there was more to the story however, a lot more. And I was anxious to hear it, but that would have to wait. The first thing I needed to do was shower, and then eat. I was already looking forward to discovering whose turn it was to be next, not including my own.

**

Mom had made homemade, chicken-noodle soup for dinner. Something nice and warm, nutritious and yet filling without stuffing us too much and not having the energy or the desire to continue on things a little later. Unfortunately the storm outside began picking up again, and with it the wind, howling even more threateningly than it had done the first day. Dad said that it was yet another front moving in, and that we no doubt would be in for another long night, and very likely, another day of shoveling snow by the looks of it. After that, we hurriedly stoked up the fire, got things all nice and toasty warm, and then seated ourselves around it waiting for mom and Mandy to finish up with the dinner dishes. They came walking in several minutes later, carrying the Tupperware bowl in with them, smiles on their faces.

"Ok, so Collette? I think it's your turn to draw," mom grinned.

We were down to three, mine, dads and Collette's, though dads even if it got drawn would be held off until the following day for some reason, a reason he still hadn't as yet explained.

Mom stood holding the bowl just above Collette's head as she reached in scrambling the three single little folded papers about. She continued to do so, on purpose, all the while looking down at my sister. Mandy refused to comment however, and sat glaring at her as she did that, something which would have continued on forever if mom hadn't finally gotten involved.

"Ok Collette, enough already, you made your point. Pick one!" She then did, drawing one out, opening it. As she did so, she glanced over towards me.

"Surprise, surprise," Collette stated nodding her head as though she'd already had an idea, though by the look on her face it obviously intrigued her. "This one is Brian's of course..." she said and then began reading. "As you all know, one of my hobbies is photography, so...what I want to do for my fantasy is to photograph everyone in differing erotic poses, poses in which you really are pleasuring one another while I walk around taking pictures. I want to pose you in different places throughout the house, wherever I see something I think might look sexy or erotic, and use as many of you, or even as few of you as I find enticing." 

Even before Collette finished reading my note, mom spoke.

"I don't know Brian, I'm not really very photogenic for one, and two...just what do you plan on doing with these pictures after you've taken them anyway?" she now asked. "Though like I said, I've got too many...you know, flaws," she added a bit awkwardly trying to beg off here.

""Ah come on mom, please? And remember, like we all agreed earlier, that we'd all honor everyone else's request, otherwise it really wouldn't be fair for some to experience their fantasies, and others not. And besides...want I want to do is do more sensual shadow work than anything else. Some interesting highlights with light, though still concealing identities, totally. I was even hoping that maybe the three of you might start out by wearing some sexy clothing, not nightgowns or stuff like that necessarily, more like garters, bras, and stockings. That sort of thing, and then from there, move into some really sensual nude shots. So...how about it? Please?"

"Yeah Marge...come on," Dad spoke in support of me, though I honestly think he was quite taken with the entire idea too. "All's fair...or it isn't," he reminded her to which she finally gave in, though her face brightened as my sister's excitedly began discussing what sort of things they had they could wear.

"Let's go upstairs and see what all we can find," mom told them both, "while your brother gets ready. I think I've got a few things we can use for Brian's naughty little photo shoot. Who knows, maybe it really will be fun and sexually exciting after all!"

They soon after ran up the stairs to mom's room to begin rummaging through her stuff. I grabbed what cameras I wanted to use, the dim lighting promising to be a bit of a challenge for me, but something I thought it would be fun working with, capturing shadows, hints of sexy clothing, and then some fairly sensual shots of people engaged in having sex with one another in differing positions throughout the house. I was hard within seconds just thinking about it, though I'd already made up a partial list of people I wanted to use, and places I wanted to see them in when things got rolling.

As excited as I was, I began to grow impatient with my sisters, and mom. "Geeze...how longs it take for them to pick out something to wear?" I asked, hearing dad's laugh.

"Sorry son," he said placing his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. "Unfortunately, you've opened Pandora's Box here, so you might as well settle in for the duration. It's apt to be a while, while they rummage through your mother's things, looking for just the right look, the right feel. It'll be worth it though, trust me. If they feel sexy, then they'll be sexy. Even more so once you start posing them and telling them what to do. But if you hurry them before they're ready, your pictures won't turn out nearly as well as they could have. Trust me...I know," he actually said winking at me.

He was right too, and I knew that he was, accepting a drink from him, which he'd made for us at the bar, which surprised me a little as he'd never offered me one before. A beer yes, but never a stiff drink like we were suddenly drinking now. Upstairs we could hear the girl's excited chatter as they continued trying things on, commenting on them to one another, deciding which things looked good, and which ones didn't. Even though he was right, I was still fidgety, agitated, waiting, and sitting there as I was, though I was enjoying my drink.

"So, Brian...would it shock you to learn that I fucked your mother's sister? Or that mom had sex with Frank?" Dad asked out of the blue. I spun around looking at him. 

"So there had been more," I thought to myself, not too terribly surprised, or even shocked to discover that. I might have been earlier, but certainly not now. "Because of what happened with Aunt Jackie walking in on mom and Collette?" I asked.

"Well yeah, that certainly opened the door there," dad grinned. "Of course by then, Frank had heard what happened too, and was just as aroused as I was about it. So...when we went over there for dinner the following week, needless to say, we all sat around talking about it. Before any of us knew it, though Frank and I were both certainly hoping for a repeat, and as your mom had promised me, once she had...then perhaps she would do so again for me, they did. Only it didn't end there. We ended up doing together what we've pretty much been doing here, and have been doing so ever since."

"Wow!" I said once again trying to imagine it. "Uncle Frank and Aunt Jackie!"

Dad grinned, looking relieved at my reaction.

"Anyway, was just wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"How you'd feel about fucking your Aunt?"

I sat there for a moment with a dumbfounded look on my face to be sure. "Aunt Jackie?"

"Yeah...Jackie," dad repeated once again. "Unless of course you don't want to," he told me. "But...she did ask if maybe...just maybe, if the opportunity ever presented itself, if you might be interested. Obviously...it has, which is also why I've asked to have my fantasy delayed until tomorrow. Until this weather screwed things up, they were supposed to be coming over to have dinner with all of us. Not sure they still will, or even try to drive over here in this weather, but hell...Frank's got that big-assed Hummer and I seriously doubt even this weather could stop him from coming over as much as he likes driving the damn thing around in conditions like this."

"Jackie," I said again thinking it out loud. 

"Yeah well...I won't say anything to anyone about it, especially her. Not until you've made up your mind about it. Hell...she won't even know about any of this yet, not unless your mother decides to tell her, which I still haven't spoken to her about yet either. So, until I know what she is or isn't going to say, or even how you feel about it yourself, I'm not planning on saying or doing anything. But just so you know, just in case they do come tomorrow. Just thought under the circumstances, maybe I'd better mention it."

To be perfectly honest, I didn't know what to think. What had happened already so far with the five of us was intense enough, the fact that we could all so easily accept, and thus ease into this incredibly erotic, albeit decadent situation amongst ourselves was one thing. But...to then accept that mom's sister, her husband Frank, "Even if I did like the guy...a lot, were to be included as well?" It was something I'd definitely have to sit down and think about. And I also knew...I wouldn't be the only one either. It would be interesting to see what both Mandy and Collette thought about it, once they were told. I decided until they had been, there was no point in worrying about it now. Chances were, we might not even see them tomorrow anyway, Hummer or no Hummer as bad as the weather was.

It became a moot point moments later anyway as mom, Mandy and Collette began to slowly make their way down stairs, each of them dressed up in what was the most alluring, sexy, sensual clothing I'd ever seen any of them ever wear before. And even then, all they had on were lace bras, stockings, garters and matching panties along with high heels. Even dad's intake of breath behind me said it all, as attractive as my sisters were, mom had never looked better.

**



Snowed In Ch. 07



"So? What now?" Mandy asked as she made a slow pirouette standing next to me, her finger placed delicately on her chin as she turned, showing off her magnificently sculpted body clad in white lace, garters and sheer stockings. Collette was similarly dressed, though all in black, her long hair hanging full about her shoulders, adding to the sultriness of the sexy look she posed. And then there was mom.

There's something to be said about a woman in red, at least for me anyway. And it was a subtle red, sheer rather than bold as I stood there watching her reach the bottom of the stairs. Her full breasts though partially revealed were encased in the sheerest of fabric, the sheen of almost non-existent material encompassing her breasts highlighting them in a way that was extremely erotic. The silk garters holding up her identical stockings shimmered as though on fire as the light from the fireplace tended to flicker as though part of the act as mom joined my sisters standing next to me.

"This about what you had in mind?" mom asked not only looking sexy, but sounding it too. Dad had been right, it was obvious by the way they were all acting that they felt seductive, sensual, and more importantly aroused.

While waiting for the girls to come back down stairs, dad and I had both slipped back into our bathrobes and nothing else. As though on cue, dad opened his revealing his hard meaty cock as it stuck out fully, rigidly hard and once again swollen almost beyond reason. Mom's smile spoke volumes as she looked over towards him seeing it, almost daintily reaching out with her fingertip and drawing an imaginary line up the thick veiny shaft causing him to shudder with excitement.

Mine too was rock hard, peeking out of the opening of my robe on its own accord, though I didn't fully expose myself as dad had.

"So Brian, what do you have in mind for the first shot?" Collette asked sounding more seductive than I'd ever heard her sound like before.

It was time to get down to business.

Remembering dad's strength and how he had so easily lifted up my sister, impaling her on his shaft as he'd stood next to us at the kitchen table, me fucking mom at the time, I'd been given an idea because of that. 

"Mom? If you'd come over here and stand in the doorway of the hall?" I asked walking over where I'd already set my camera up on the tripod. She did so waiting for more instructions. "Dad? If you wouldn't mind coming over here as well and standing behind her? And please...go ahead and remove your robe," I told him. He did so and then likewise waited as I ran through the image in my head trying to envision it. "OK, now...pick mom up, using the wall to support herself against, facing away from you as you do."

Dad did so easily, mom reaching up as though trying to touch the ceiling, her feet completely off the floor reaching back slightly as dad skewered her from behind.

"Perfect, just like that...now go ahead dad...fuck her. I'll work around the two of you." I told them both.

He began doing so, and as they did I saw the look of surprise and delight in both of their faces, capturing it on film as well, though subtly so, only a hint of an eye or a smile showing through in the darkness, though the lines of their bodies entwined came through sharply within the image.

Mandy's soft intake of breath punctuated the sensuality of the moment as mom groaned passionately, dad's cock sliding in and out of her slowly, yet continually as he held her against the wall.

"Ok, let's try a slightly different position only with Mandy this time," I instructed them. They were almost reluctant to stop, the smile on dad's face clearly evident that he'd been enjoying this, though so had mom. "You need a moment to regain your strength?" I asked dad.

"Are you kidding?" He said easily picking Mandy up, holding her in the air with his arms. She squealed in delight as he lifted her waiting on me.

"In that case," I grinned back. "This time, hold her up with her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around your torso, but try and keep enough distance so that Mandy can also arch her back some while you're holding her like that."

Once again dad was easily able to hold her up like that already sliding into her, fucking her ever so slowly even before I had resituated the camera for the angle I wanted. As I did that, slowly making adjustments, Collette came over, her hand opening the sash on my robe, freeing my cock which she playfully stroked as I stood there.

"You're not going to make this easy on me are you?" I said jokingly.

"No...I'm not," she almost purred, her hand slithering up and down the length of my shaft like a snake as I pressed the shutter taking several pictures at once in rapid succession.

"Ok, now...try and step back a little more, not so much that you actually fall out of her, but just enough that I can focus on the space between you."

I had brought in a small stepladder earlier, which I now climbed until I had reached a point where I could focus the shot from up above looking down between them. This time, mom came over and became my distraction, stepping up on the opposite side of the ladder, just high enough that she could reach me with her mouth, which she now did. Even as I once again clicked off several provocative photos, her mouth wrapped about my shaft gently sucking it. Almost reluctantly I pulled away climbing back down forcing her to release me.

"This is almost like work," I half laughed feeling the sweat on my forehead. "Especially with the two of you doing that," I added.

"You know what they say, all work and no play," mom teased suddenly reaching over to almost casually toy with the tip of Collette's nipple which was pressing against the sheer fabric of her lacy black bra.

"Hold that!" I said suddenly seizing my camera, forgetting all about dad and Mandy for the moment, though neither one of them seemed to mind, Mandy moaning and groaning now pleasurably as dad continued to hold her there against the wall, fucking her.

I seconds I had Collette leaning over the back of a standard chair capturing images of the two of them as mom quite naturally moved around and about her, touching her, toying with her teasing her. When she knelt behind her, her tongue and lips coming out to kiss my sister's ass, I caught what I honestly believe to be one of the most erotic sensual poses I'd ever done. Even Mandy and dad had come over, standing nearby watching as the two of them danced around one another in what became a ballet of almost epic proportions.

"Come, join us," mom beckoned towards my other sister, which she now did, the three of them simply indulging themselves as they almost seamlessly came together, my camera clicking off images faster than anyone thought possible. I didn't want to miss a single moment of any of this.

"Whew, that was fucking hot!" Dad said as we finally took a break. He stood, fisting his cock, a glistening droplet of moisture suddenly appearing on the head as he stood about to wipe it off.

"No! Don't!" I actually yelled out surprising him along with everyone else. "Freeze!" I all but demanded, and then zoomed in, focusing on just the head of his dick and that almost clear droplet of fluid that now bubbled out of his head, slowly dripping and then sliding off to one side. I caught eight pictures of it in rapid succession as it did.

Things progressed quickly after that. As the intensity of our individual passions escalated, the images I captured became more and more erotic, in some cases hardcore, yet sensual as I switched to black and white film. Close ups of nothing more than twin tongues coming out of the darkness, faces hidden in shadows, though tongues clearly revealed as they each chased additional droplets of dad's arousal which ran down the length of his enormously thick shaft. I got pictures of my sister's firm breasts pressing against one another, nipple to nipple, dad's cock kissing each, another droplet of moisture shown as being deposited upon hard sensual tip of each one. Mom's tongue, actually lifting one long streamer of dad's slick cum drool which hung suspended from the tip of her tongue, connected to the tip of dad's dick. The light of the fire actually highlighting it when I did, giving it the appearance of a shimmering string of light as though electrical rather than liquid.

"Let me try taking a few," Collette said after we'd been at this now for well over an hour. She had taken an interest in my work when I'd first started doing this as a hobby, seeing the potential in me that I had. She'd been the one to encourage me to continue, even when mom and dad initially balked at the expensive equipment I slowly began to purchase and collect, not seeing it as a trivial experiment, but one that truly brought me a great deal of satisfaction and delight. I had shown her how to use the camera's, taught her how dramatic lighting effects could be on an image, and had even once conned her into baring her shoulders for me, as well as a portion of her breast though she'd never revealed her nipple as I took pictures of her like that.

I had admittedly retired to my bedroom afterwards and masturbated like crazy, thinking about just that, a simple soft curvature on the side of her breast. That image had lasted with me for days, and I'd even framed the photo of it, enlarging it, though never daring to hang it in my room of course. Though I did take it out on more than one occasion, more for admiring the soft lines and delicate sculpturing I had actually caught on film after that as I obviously matured.

Though the pictures Collette took became more and more X-rated, it had served its purpose as things heated up, images of me licking my sister's split, and then mom's. 

Mom...holding my dick against dads, an interesting comparison as she licked and tickled them both simultaneously. It went on and on forever until we were finally all at fever pitch, the camera finally forgotten.

I now lay on the bed half kneeling between Collette's legs as they reached up draping over my shoulders. The head of my prick sliding back and forth between the slick folds of her juicy split, not quite entering, though teasing. Her hard little clit protruding wantonly, as she reached down further spreading herself, my hand purposely holding my prick, circling it as I rubbed it back and forth against that sweet little nodule.

To the side of us, Mandy on her back, her hands kneading her own now unencumbered breasts, mom between her legs, fingers probing, tongue and mouth sucking, kissing, licking as dad knelt behind her, his prick firmly and deeply embedded inside mother's cunt.

"Fuck me Brian, please...fuck me!" Collette soon cried out passionately no longer accepting the tease of my cock to her cunt as I continued running it up and down the furrow of her garden.

Now angling myself, I thrust, driving my steel hard cock into her depths, impaling her fully. Her gasp of surprised acceptance forcing the air out of her lungs as she expelled it, her ass lifting up off the bed as she strove to take me even more deeply than I already was.

I felt my balls softly slap against my sister's ass, felt them do so again as I slowly withdrew, before plunging into her once again far more forcefully, once again easing out. Collette reached up, her hands and then fingernails digging into my back as I fucked into her again, a bit harder a bit more forcefully this time, her breath coming in quick hard pants as our pace quickened until becoming a blur. The rake of her nails leaving marks, which I knew, I would feel in the morning, uncaring at the moment as I speared her deeply, over and over again.

Beside us, the unmistakable sounds of dominos falling once more, Mandy's high pitched squeal of delight as she climaxed, mom's almost simultaneous mewl of ecstasy as dad likewise plunged into her depths driving her forward until she collapsed, dead weight on my sister. His own deep voiced cry of delight as he came, no doubt the molten volcanic eruption once more of his prick as it filled her to overflowing.

When Collette came, it wasn't the faucetted squirt of release I was anticipating this time, rather a frothy, slick squishy one that bathed my prick, clinging to it like whipping cream as I added my own to it, squirting copious amounts of my own liquid pleasure, which now mingled with hers. I felt it as it sprayed out around the opening of her sex, the splatters of our still somewhat furious fucking forcing it to do so, once again bathing my balls, running down each of our legs, thoroughly soaking the sheets as we slowed to an after-glowed coupling, swimming in a pool of rapturous delight.

**

It was now very late. Spent and exhausted as we all were, laying there for what had felt like an eternity, almost dreamlike, I eventually felt mom, and then dad roll out of bed. As she softly padded across the floor towards the stairs, dad once again stoked the slowly dying fire, and then joined her. I sat up slightly, seeing the two of them hand in hand as they quietly and carefully went upstairs to their bedroom. I smiled resting my head back down on the bed, the softness of Mandy's breast now my pillow as I snuggled against it, hearing her pleasured sigh of acceptance when I did. I didn't open my eyes again until it was near morning, the sunlight just barely peeking in through the window, though it wasn't even that, which had woken me...but the sensation of my sister's lips and tongues once again fencing with my prick.

I lay there half pretending sleep, though smiling, moaning pleasurably as my sister's licked and stroked me full awake. I then felt the gentle sting on my back, a reminder from the night before, the frantic moans and cry of my sister as she climaxed, the sounds of my other sister doing the same as mom devoured her pussy sending her towards heights of passion and ecstasy matching our own.

"About fucking time you woke up," Collette teased unable to pretend sleep any longer. "My mouth was starting to get sore," she added, though immediately engulfing the head of my prick, once again sucking it, giving lie to the exaggeration.

Mandy's tongue still paying homage to my shaft, her mouth now gently drawing in my ball-sack as she mouthed it, forcing me to groan delightedly once again. I felt the tingle of release already making an appearance, though they each now strove for it, wanting me to do so. I didn't long disappoint them either, tensing up and then crying out as the first squirt shot through my prick. Mandy now hurriedly joining her sister, their hands simultaneously pumping my prick, jacking it, forcing out another, and another glorious hard-felt spurt as they fought over it. I lay there watching them, passing my prick back and forth like a shared ice cream. When I could finally open my eyes again looking at them, they were smiling at me, the streaks and tracers of my cum criss-crossing their faces, clinging to their cheeks, their chins, with Collette even appearing to be wearing a pasted on cum-stash. I couldn't help but laugh as she sat there waiting for me to see it before licking it off her upper lip, and then turning towards her sister, kissing her, sharing the essence of my soul with her when she did.

"All right you guys," mom's voice came from inside the kitchen. "If you're through in there, I could really use some help in here," she said calling out. I couldn't help but laugh. So much had changed, possibly forever. The thought of the three of us actually doing this, with mom obviously very much aware that we had been, patiently waiting until we had finished, only then calling out, letting us know that she had been, was something that would take some getting used to.

"Coming mother!" Mandy called out seconds later, though Collette added her own comment to that in a bit softer tone.

"I wish," she giggled as the two of them bounded out of bed, hurriedly dressing into what had become for the two of them hardly anything at all as they raced into the kitchen where mom stood waiting for them.

Almost lazily I rolled out of bed, already prodding the fire back to life, adding a few pieces of wood to it until it was burning brightly and hotly again. The moment I had finished, the sudden sound of electricity filling the house, appliances suddenly coming awake that had been asleep alerted us all that the power was back on.

"About damn time!" Dad said half stumbling down the stairs a few moment's later.

The worst of it was over, though as we all peered out the windows together, we were in total agreement that there was more snow on the ground than any of us could remember ever seeing before. We were still doing so when the phone rang, making us jump with the now unexpected, almost unfamiliar ring of it when it did. Mom sprang from where she was standing, snatching it up and answered.

They never had given up their landline using and preferring that over a cell phone. Mom didn't even own one, and dad used his rarely, only then when he was out and about or away, just so that mom had a way of reaching him when he was needed. Otherwise, he kept it turned off, hating to use it. Perhaps now after this, they'd reconsider the necessity of keeping one on, available and handy. It became quickly evident that it was my Aunt Jackie on the line as she worriedly chastised my parents for being out of contact with her.

In moments though, mom had smoothed over whatever fears she might have had, assuring her that we were indeed all fine, especially now that the power had seemingly been restored once again. 

"Are you sure you still want to do that?" Mom asked speaking at her sister, then listening. "I'm not sure the roads will even be passable yet," she added concernedly. Though now nodding her head as though my Aunt Jackie could see it. "Very well then, we'll see you around six, just be careful on the drive over...and don't forget to call us if you run into trouble. Yes...yes, I know, I know...we should have too, and yes sis...we'll keep Harold's cell phone on in case you need to reach us."

With that, she hung up the phone turning towards us.

"Well, they're still planning on making the drive over here," she told us unnecessarily. "She told us to expect them around six...so, that means we have a little work to do around her and straighten the place up. But..." She likewise grinned. "We also still have two more fantasies to fulfill between now and then too," she added. "So...when should we plan on doing that?"

I was indeed curious as to my father's response, as he'd deferred having his drawn until today, wondering now if he'd explain his reasoning to everyone. Though he didn't. Instead, he began slipping into his heavy coat.

"I'm going to plow the drive again, see how the roads and highway is," he informed us. "Brian? Go out and turn off the generator, I'm sure it's also nearly running on empty as well, so fill it up again too in the event we still need it later," he told me. "Hopefully, the heavy plows will be heading out this way soon, and clear the highway enough so that your Aunt and Uncle won't have any problems in getting here, even with them driving that Hummer of theirs," he'd added. 

Dad had always thought that to be a frivolous expense on Frank's part, though he'd insisted on getting it anyway. And not that dad couldn't afford to get one himself even if he'd wanted one, but he'd not even purchased a newer model truck either, preferring to drive the ten year old truck that he had. Even the one with the plow on it was five years older than that. But as good as he was in keeping them maintained, it was highly unlikely he'd ever buy a new one again.

"Breakfast should be ready in about thirty minutes," mom informed him just before he went out the door. "And then after that, maybe we should see about drawing another...shall we?" she asked. Dad winked, nodded his head and then stepped outside.




Snowed In Ch. 07



When I came back upstairs from having dressed into warmer clothing and prepared to slip into my own heavy coat before heading outside, I glanced over at Collette as she stood at the kitchen table getting it set up for breakfast. Once again wearing my "borrowed" football jersey and very little else, she stood whistling, glancing up over towards me, and then smiling mischievously. I couldn't help wondering what her fantasy was, something she was obviously aware of she'd be seeing and doing soon.

Knowing my sister the way that I did, I figured it could be just about anything. Which we were all soon about to find out.

**

Authors note:

Since I first began writing this story, I've received numerous congratulatory and supportive comments and emails regarding it. And I want to begin here by saying how much I appreciate each and every one of them. In addition to that, I've likewise been asked and given suggestions or asked specific questions about the direction of the story itself, and where I might consider taking it. As is usually the case with my writing, I don't very often take suggestions once I've begun, usually already having in my mind a concept and a direction where I intend on taking the story, more specifically, what I intend on doing with the characters themselves.

I found it interesting to note however, at the number of inquiries, and suggestions that in fact deal with what is at times, or seemingly to be a somewhat controversial subject, or aspect in any story. Bi-sexuality. In particular when it comes to male bi-sexuality. We still seem to be in a place where sex between women is far more the norm, and more commonplace than the other, and thus more equally accepted by both. Initially, in the beginning as I began to write this piece, I really had no intention of traveling down that particular road with it either. Anyone who does, seems to receive the kiss of death on their works for having done so. The fact that this story (so far) has done well, is because I have tried to keep it realistic as well as entertaining for the reader. But, having said that, I also realize that there are in fact a great many of you, (more women than men obviously) who have asked, and requested that I keep it real. And as such...include what many now tell me is a more open-minded attitude towards the inclusion of some male-bisexuality in this story. It's an interesting challenge on several levels. For one, we're dealing with a father-son relationship on the one hand, incest on the other. I find it interesting that some can be squeamish, even un-excepting of reading about that, and yet find arousal and excitement in reading about the family as a whole otherwise. Especially as again stated, when there is a great deal of female-to-female action taking place between sisters and mothers. I don't think I've ever once read an email from someone telling me that having written something like that was gross or that it ruined the story for them. What a surprise. And yet, I am in agreement, and thus have like most, shied and stayed away from including the opposite aspect of that. Mainly because it has indeed totally destroyed the overall impact of a written story and ruined it for others.

Now, having said all that. I have indeed thought long and hard about what I should or shouldn't do here in continuing on. I know that there are very, very few incest stories that actually depict, or deal with scenes or relationships of this nature in more than a hinted at, or passing sense. And yet, the number of comments, questions and suggestions that I actually do so, surprised me. Do we indeed then keep it real and admit that in some situations, that actually happens? Or...do we for the sake of the story, skim past that, maybe hint at it, or elude to it, the accidental touching, brushing up against it sort of thing. (Ok to double-fuck someone as I wrote about with the mom's fantasy) as that's generally ok and accepted to...just as long as they' re not really touching their dicks together?) But regardless of that, I still had to think long and hard about what I was, or wasn't going to do here. What I've come up with is something that I hope will meet the needs, desires, and particular tastes (or even distastes in this instance) of both sides.

What I am going to do, is devote a short chapter rather than including it in this one, in Chapter Eight. Thus, Collette's fantasy as it turns out will revolve around that aspect of her father and brother's relationship. Not to say there won't be the continued explorations and spontaneous joining in of the females in this chapter either, as their certainly will be. But...for those who do not care to read it, or even think about it, I am writing this chapter so that you can in fact, skip it. In doing so, you will in no way have to suffer through, nor find anything really left out when I pick up the story from here once again in Chapter Nine, the last and final chapter of this series.

It is also my intent to answer a great deal of questions already posed to me, many of which I haven't fully explained, nor really intended to until then.

But again, by doing this, I am in hopes that everyone can feel satisfied, that the story can be enjoyed and appreciated for both sides equally. It's a simple thing then, if it's not your cup of tea, please don't bother reading Chapter Eight, and don't simply kill the entire story because of it. 

I promise that Chapter Nine will pick up where I will leave it off here, a mere mention without detail as to the completion of Collette's fantasy, before attending to that of the fathers.

So again, thank you one and all for your support and comments on my writing, and in particular on this story.

And one more comment if I may, as a bit of a side note. For some reason, ever since I switched Internet providers, and even changed my email addy to the new one I have now, for some reason, I am not always getting emails from you like I had been. I don't want anyone to think or believe I am not considerate enough to respond back in kind. So I would ask this, please make sure of where you are sending it to. 

Thank you.

Many Feathers, (aka Thesandman)



Snowed In Ch. 08



It was almost eerie. After dad had returned from plowing the road once again, we'd all sat down around the table preparing to eat breakfast. The eerie part was, that no one was really talking. Before, there had been light-hearted banter, laughter, several conversations taking place at once. Now, there was virtually nothing.

I had caught several knowing looks between the girls and mom. They were fleeting, quick yet somehow communicative. It became clear to me, the three of them were sharing something I was not aware of. Twice I had locked eyes with Mandy, she had smiled, even blushing a little before turning her attention elsewhere...and still without a single word edgewise. Even dad became aware of it, looking up at me as he folded over part of his fried egg onto a piece of toast before biting into it, shrugging his shoulders just enough that I caught the action. I realized then the girls had had a chat while he and I had been gone. It was the only thing that made any sense, though what didn't was why the suddenly subdued atmosphere permeating the room. I began to wonder if someone had raised an uncomfortable issue or concern, and that perhaps it had lead to some sort of discussion, causing them to rethink what had actually been happening here now for the past two days.

As much as I wanted to ask, and continued to wonder what it was that was going on, I didn't...following dad's lead as he quietly continued on eating his breakfast. Patience became the better part of valor as I held my tongue. Whatever it was, for whatever reason, I had no doubt that in time, I would find out what had been said and why.

With the power restored, the girls quite excitedly loaded the dishwasher instead of having to do them by hand. I honestly think that mom still preferred doing them that way as opposed to using the washer, and in fact still did the pans they had used washing them in the sink. The kitchen was quickly cleaned and straightened up, Collette's devious, mischievous smile once again returning, along with the low-toned whistle as she began singing a tune to herself as she finished wiping off the table.

"Well, shall we?" Mom asked reaching over and grabbing the Tupperware bowl off the kitchen counter. I saw Mandy's face once again color with anticipatory excitement, though once again, as we briefly locked eyes, she hurriedly turned hers away.

"What the fuck IS going on?" I asked myself.

As dad now led the almost silent little parade back into the living room, I now followed from behind bringing up the rear. He quickly stoked the fire in preparation of removing our clothing, which I now noticed the girls began doing without even being asked to, and without anything having been said to instigate it. Again, it was as though they were going through the motions in some preplanned agreement between them. Seeing that they were, dad too followed suit, and then so did I.

Another minor oddity. At some point along the way, the couch bed had once again been made and put up. All three women now sat on it together side by side, with me taking dad's chair as he merely stood next to the fireplace, waiting.

"Harold? Why don't you do the honors on this one?" Mom suggested finally standing up holding the bowl. I swear that both Mandy and Collette where holding their breaths as dad reached in, grabbing one of the two remaining slips quickly and without fanfare and then handed it back to mom to read, which once again surprised me.

Whatever dad's was, it was evident that he was leaving things up to fate as he drew. Though his reasoning for waiting until today still escaped me. Mom replaced the bowl on the table next to her, and then opened the note reading it to herself. Once again, a minor infraction of what we'd been doing previously. I noticed as she did, her expression didn't change one way or the other, though she spoke.

"This one is Collette's," she said simply, and then handed the note to her! "Collette? Since it is yours, why don't you be the one to read it?" she told her. 

At this point I wanted to jump up and scream at them and tell them to get on with it. Why they were dragging this out the way they were was becoming infuriating, though dad stood calmly by even tossing me a look which told me that I should be doing the same.

As mom sat back down on the couch, Collette stood with Mandy now looking at me directly as she sat on the other side of Collette...grinning from ear to ear. She looked like she was about to burst from holding in whatever it was.

Collette cleared her throat. I almost picked up the couch cushion I was leaning against throwing it at her.

"My fantasy is something I have long wanted to see, and in talking to Mandy, discovered it's also something she was interested in too. And most recently, after speaking to mom, found out it is also something she has given some thought to as well."

It was obvious that Collette was adlibbing here. None of what she was saying was written down in the note, though she continued to look at it like it was, avoiding eye contact we me as she finally continued. I sat there with a sinking feeling, the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly standing up, I wasn't sure yet...but. I began to realize where this was all finally going, and why the weird, almost awkward silence and strange mannerisms which had been going on for the better part of the morning had taken place.

But it was even more obvious both to me, as well as dad, they had in fact discussed this previously, which we were only now realizing.

"So...what I want to see, and enjoy, as does mom and Mandy, is to see Brian...and dad," Collette swallowed pausing, "pleasuring one another." Now she looked up, catching the look on my face. I wish I could have seen it myself. I'm sure it was one of shock and surprise having heard what I just had. I even somehow managed to glance over towards my father, his expression was stoic, giving off no indication one way or the other that he was as surprised as I was at having just heard this.

"What?" I actually found myself saying, adding a "But..." to that, which mom in her infinite wisdom quickly cut off.

"No buts! We all agreed," she began staring at me directly. I noticed she didn't even look towards dad. "As you recall, I was a little nervous and intimidated last night about being photographed, but as YOU so clearly indicated, and reminded me...we did agree to fulfill one another's fantasies and desires, without question. So Brian, this is obviously your sisters."

"And mine!" Mandy suddenly said jumping in, which raised the corners of mom's mouth into a smile as she nodded her head in agreement with that.

"And mine too!" She now added.

Even so, I still said "But" again, receiving three pointed looks in my direction. I then turned towards my father seeking some manly support. What I saw surprised me. The first thing I noticed upon looking his way, was the slowly growing erection between his legs. Dad was aroused!

I looked up into his face, grateful as he began to speak, still anticipating some objection of his own.

"I had the same look and expression on my face that you do now the first time," he said smiling understandably towards me.

"The first time?" I actually asked.

"Maybe it might help if I tell you my story," he continued. I wasn't sure it would help much even upon hearing it, but at least it would buy me a little time to think about this further, and either come to grips with it myself, or plain and simply decline, and damn the consequences for having done so. But I did settle back in my seat, prepared to listen.

"As you may or may not be aware of by now, your mother and I have in fact enjoyed the mutual pleasures of your Aunt and Uncle. After your mom, Collette, and Aunt Jackie had had their little romp together, and after Uncle Frank and I had actually discussed it as well, we'd gone over one evening for dinner, and as both Frank and I actually hoped...a bit more afterwards. The thought of seeing mom, and her sister licking one another's cunts, was something I had long wished to see her do, as I had now learned was also Frank's wish. The two of us at first even a bit awkward at seeing one another aroused, though admittedly we were, in anticipation of that. Just as I'm sure you were upon first seeing me. But as you now know, and I think feel...you got over that, just as I did, as Frank did. Seeing me aroused now, standing here with a hard cock doesn't bother you the way it did in the beginning does it?" He asked. Admittedly, it didn't. I actually had gotten over that rather quickly, and hadn't really thought anything more about it, until now. I likewise had to admit to myself I had found it fascinating, watching him cum the way he had earlier, and so held my thoughts in check with regards to that, simply nodding my head.

I once again glanced over at the girls still sitting silently on the couch together, but at least they weren't staring at me now, once again pleasantly smiling.

"They immediately made it known to us both that they were more than willing to experiment and play, with each of us," dad went on. "So I immediately knew your mom had basically told me it would be ok to fuck your Aunt Jackie, and Frank in turn fucking your mother, but...as much as Frank and I were both excited to hear that, it wasn't quite what we were expecting or hoping for either."

Dad now picked up the story, speaking the dialogue that had occurred almost precisely the way it had been spoken, after that between the four of them that night.

"I was, actually we were, sort of hoping that maybe, the two of you might..."

"What?" Mom giggled. "That Jackie and I might lick one another cunts for you two while you watch?" 

"Well yeah..." Dad grinned excitedly, hopefully, as was Frank.

"Would love to, and we will...provided you two are willing to do the same for us," mom stated getting agreement from Aunt Jackie simultaneously.

Both Frank and dad grinned enthusiastically, excitedly. "No problem, I love eating pussy...you know that!" Dad had said. "And I look forward to eating out your sister's too!"

"That's not what we meant," Jackie then told them both. "Though I'm also looking forward to that too," she then added. "What Marge meant was...we expect to see the two of you do the same thing as well, if we do."

"But..."

Dad's "But" had brought the story full circle back to me.

"So you...and Uncle Frank?" I asked in shocked disbelief. 

"Yep!" mom finally spoke answering my question, grinning now. "They did...and it was fucking hot as hell too," she now added. "Just as it was for them to watch us first. And they didn't just jump into it when they finally did either," she now told me. "They sort of eased into it."

"How? What do you mean?" I actually asked, trying very hard to picture this as difficult as it was for me to do this. 

"Well, at first, they just had us sit down on the couch next to one another, and then told us to reach over and grab one another's cocks...so we did. Admittedly, it was a little strange at first when we did that. I'd never done so before...not ever, not even as a kid growing up had I ever played Dr. or explored that with any other boy...or man before," he now included. "So, as you can see, I wasn't exactly comfortable myself at first, nor was Frank. But after what we'd seen and enjoyed, watching your mom and her sister as they performed for us, pleasuring one another the way that they did, each of us was admittedly pretty fucking horny after that. And one thing I have never done in all the years your mother and I have been married, is ever go back on my word, or break a promise to her once I have made it."

I'm not sure I had made that sort of promise or commitment, though the area was still a little grey when it came to remembering what we had actually sat down and agreed to before any of this had happened.

"So at first, we just sat there jerking one another off," dad went on. "It was admittedly strange, playing with another prick other than my own, but before long, I actually got into it, found it not nearly as weird or as strange as I thought in the beginning it might be. And as excited and aroused as your mom and her sister became, they eventually sat there across from us, doing the same thing to one another, which made it a hell of a lot easier for the two of us."

That I could actually picture in my mind, doing so. And oddly enough, I then felt my own cock stir, looking down at myself as it suddenly poked its shy little head out of my foreskin looking up at me.

"So then what happened?" I asked curiously.

"Well, after that, we sort of played follow the leader. I mean, we'd already been treated to watching the two of them together, so if they'd really wanted to, they could have made it a lot harder on the two of us, and simply insist that we honor our end of the bargain. But what they now did, once again made things easier for us. Jackie leaned over and went down on your mom briefly, sitting up, once again fingering her split as they looked over towards us. Surprisingly, it was Uncle Frank who made the first move, even before I did, leaning over, and now doing the same thing to me. Once again, I didn't freak out or jump up, or anything else. Quite frankly, it felt good...surprisingly. Maybe not as nice or as thrilling as the way your mom and sister's do it, but...it still did, and got better the longer he stayed there and did it, still getting used to the idea himself I think."

That one was a little harder to picture, though I finally managed it.

"And then of course...it was my turn."

The thought of my own father sucking another man's dick wasn't something I could have ever imagined, knowing him. And yet...here he was, this strong virile man's man standing there telling me that he had, and that he'd actually ended up enjoying it. A fact that was punctuated as he stood there with what now was, a steely hard erection, and which he also now stood, toying with as he told his story.

"Now, the point I'm trying to make here is this, the fact that Frank and I eventually sucked one another's dicks didn't change either one of us. He's still he...and I'm still me. Nothing's changed. But what did change, was the appreciation your mother, and your Aunt gave to each of us for having done that for them. Obviously, that meant a lot to them both, something that they...just like we enjoy seeing them do, wanted to see us do. So we did. And I don't have a moment's regret, or lose any sleep over it either. Pleasing your mother, every bit as much as she pleases me, is more important than any hang-ups, inhibitions, or insecurities about myself that I might have. And I've now learned...I really don't have any now either. So...that being said," dad stated looking over directly at my mother and sisters as they continued sitting on the couch, now looking at him. "Brian's not me...he's his own man," dad said seeing the look of confusion suddenly appear in each one of their faces. "When we all agreed to do this, together, we did so with the understanding that it was meant to be fun and exciting...for all of us. At no time has any of us done something we've been uncomfortable with in doing, nor have any of us forced anyone else into doing something they unwillingly didn't want to do. Regardless of whatever agreements were made when all this started, I think that one single rule, holds precedence over everything else. So Collette," dad paused including my sister and mom with an additional look though not using their names, "If your brother isn't comfortable in doing that, regardless of the fact it might be one of your fantasies or desires to see, I don't feel its right to force him into doing anything he doesn't wish to. It's not worth it for one thing, and if that's something you still really want to see, then I am sure that this evening after your Aunt and Uncle arrive here, we can arrange that. So even IF Brian is part of that fantasy, for whatever reason, it's not fare to him, or to any of us for that matter either, to expect anyone of us to do something we're simply not comfortable with in doing."

At that moment, I had more respect for my father than I had ever had. As much as I still had a bit to consider and think about, I didn't see him any differently either, and likewise suspected I wouldn't see my Uncle Frank in any different light either. I'd always looked up to him as well, often seeing him as more of an older brother than an Uncle, especially in the way he had always treated and respected me. I knew now, none of that had changed, and never would.

"Ok," I said simply. Dad looked at me, as were the three women. "No...I mean it. I'm ok with it," I said, and then looked down at myself. My cock was rigidly hard. 

"You sure?" Dad said once again concernedly.

"Yeah, I am...though I would ask one small thing."

"Sure, name it," he said, though I then turned my attention back to mom and my sisters.

"I sort of liked dad's telling me how they played follow the leader. So...can we sort of do that too?"

I don't think I've ever seen my sister's grin as broadly as they now were. "Whatever makes it easiest for you little brother," Collette told me, though now looking over at my hard stiff cock, she added, "Though maybe...we should start calling you our BIG brother," she grinned. "Our very, very...BIG brother!"

**

Since the seating arrangements weren't at all identical to the ones at my Aunt and Uncles place, mom and the girls immediately stood up, thus vacating the couch. What worked however, as dad and I then sat down on it, was when mom took dad's chair sitting in it. The arms of which were enormous, and easily allowed my sister's to sit upon, even though mom was sitting lower. What she then did, was to reach over placing her hands in each of their laps, as she began toying with their bare, very wet wide open splits. Collette and Mandy, in return, were just at the right height to lean over slightly and fondle mom's breasts simultaneously, which I had always enjoyed seeing.

And then as Uncle Frank had, dad made the first move, first contact with me.

I actually flinched a little when I first felt his hand wrap itself around my dick as though sizing it up. Slowly, he began working it up and down. As he did, I found myself getting used to the unfamiliar sensation of it, though looking a few feet across the way at my mom and sisters as she sat twiddling their twats made it a whole lot easier to do.

Once he'd begun doing that, and once I realized I wasn't going to lose my erection because he was, I actually reached over grabbing his, though still not looking at it when I did. What I realized then in doing so, was that I began to sense things, obvious differences between us, and found myself curiously exploring him all the while allowing my mind, rather than my eyes to visualize and entertain what I was doing.

The fact there was such a major difference in the size and shape of our cocks was immediately obvious as I stroked it. I mean I knew that already of course, just in looking at it previously, watching him. But it was something altogether different to be sensing that through touch, even more pronounced in a way that actually just looking at it. Now I felt the differences, and found them startling, even more so than through their appearance. We had double-fucked my mother together. I had slid my cock up and down side-by-side his. Even then, we still hadn't actually touched if one wanted to get really technical about it. And yet...I had still felt him, just as I was doing now, only with my hand and not my prick. It was funny to realize I'd already accepted that long before now, and here I was, exploring, coming to grips with that exploration, acceptance, and then finding that I was, and that it wasn't like anything I had somehow managed to imagine it to be. Or how I imagined I would feel upon doing so. It was at the very least, interesting.




Snowed In Ch. 08



The first noticeable difference was of course the size and shape of the heads. His had this fat thick mushroom like tip, interesting to grip as I did so, feeling the flange of his ridge as it pressed against my fingers as I held it, stroking it. Mine of course more pointed, tapered, which his hand slid easily up and down, surprising me as he squeezed out a bit of lubrication, now using that to further stimulate my cock with. I found myself doing the same to him, though I actually had to let go for a moment in order to gather it up with my fingers before reapplying it back to his dick.

The second noticeable difference was when actually stroking it, the sensation so totally different from when doing myself. Whereas mine was a bit more pointed at the end, it quickly thickened considerably after that, especially upon reaching the base near my balls. Dad's was almost just the opposite. Much thicker at the tip obviously, about as thick and big around as I was there, and then rapidly thinning towards his balls, giving it that "baseball bat" appearance I had noticed earlier. The one thing I didn't find much difference in at all, and would have been hard pressed to gage it, would have been any real noticeable difference in the length of either. 

"That looks hot!" Collette groaned looking over towards us. Though Mandy as well as my mother's eyes were glued on the two of us as well. I could see by her look that she meant it, her lust clearly evident as she watched dad and I sitting there side by side, fondling one another's pricks. Interestingly enough, I'd actually begun to enjoy it, finally looking over, watching myself do so now as I sat there.

"Come here you two!" Mom said, changing things up a little from the way things had gone down at my Aunt and Uncles place. Something I didn't mind at the moment either. Though I'd managed to get through my initial fears well enough at actually holding my dad's prick in my hand, the thought of soon possibly sucking it hadn't as yet registered. When mom called us over to her, I was actually given a bit of a reprieve, and more time to adjust, contemplate and still possibly accept letting things go further.

Now standing directly in front of her, she reached out having removed her fingers from my sister's respective pussies. Gripping us each, she pulled us forwards towards her, now placing us directly against one another. I now watched, and then felt as her tongue snaked out, flicking at the two of us simultaneously. It was a wickedly delicious sensation, as was her hand as she held us, likewise now rubbing our cocks against one another as she sat there still licking them, and even sucking them as she somehow managed to open her mouth wide enough to accept them both.

"Ooh, I'd like to try doing that myself!" Collette groaned excitedly. 

Reluctantly, mom removed us both from her mouth. "Go ahead!" she urged my sister. "Damn fucking fun!"

Still holding the two of us together, dad and I sort of pivoted on our feet, mom passing us off, as Collette now reached out taking us in her hand. Within seconds, she had gathered the two of us in her mouth, sucking at, nipping at us each, the feel of her jacking us both up and down, dad's dick pressed against mine as she did so. Neither one of us at all surprised when several minutes after that, Mandy expressed, or rather demanded...it was her turn.

As Mandy knelt down in front of us, having a go at our pressed together dicks, mom and Collette made themselves comfortable on the floor. They were soon busily lapping at one another with their tongues, the slick sounds of their lubrications soon being heard, fueling the unexpected fire in my balls as the exquisite sensation of what I was now feeling began melting away whatever final inhibitions or resolve I might have had. Looking down at my sister, and then over and mom and Collette, I knew then I was in for a penny as well as a pound.

Almost wordlessly, dad and I slowly eased down onto the floor next to mom and Collette. Upon seeing us, they remained where they were, though they immediately quit licking one another. Now watching us, just as Mandy now was, sitting down next to the two of them. Once again dad made the first move, though I actually beat him to the punch, my hand already on his dick as I drew it into my mouth, just as he did to me.

Three almost simultaneous moans from the girls told us that they were more than pleased at what they were seeing, along with the sudden sounds of fingers busily engaged as they began fingering themselves or perhaps one another. I didn't know, didn't care at the time, hearing that was exciting enough, making it far easier for me as I tentatively sucked my very first cock ever.

I won't say it wasn't different, obviously it was. Not at all like eating or licking pussy, which I still knew I preferred and always would. But I didn't freak out, or find myself repulsed either, which surprised me a little. Nor of course neither had dad as I felt his lips gently engulf me, drawing in the entire length of my cock, sucking it. We continued to do so for quite some time, the sounds of the girls obviously enjoying themselves as they watched us. When I actually felt the tingles of what I knew would eventually lead to orgasm, only then did I release my father's prick, just as he did. Perhaps he sensed it as well as we both sat up somewhat sheepishly.

"Like I said earlier, that was fucking hot!" Collette grinned wickedly. "Now, just one more thing if you would, quirky as this may sound, but I'd honestly, truly and really appreciate this if you'll do it for me."

I almost said, "I've already done this much, there's no fucking way I'm fucking dad's ass, or that he's fucking mine!" Luckily, I didn't need to as Collette then explained the rest of it.

"It's really a simple silly thing, but something I would love to see the two of you do. What I'd like, is for the two of you to hold your dicks together, head to head, and then jerk yourselves off until you cum. Will you do that for me? Please?"

Given the circumstances, it was far less than I was expecting, and even dad seemed a little relieved himself upon having heard that. 

"Whatever floats your boat sweetness," dad said grinning at her. "I'm game, if Brian is."

Even that was uniquely different. Jerking myself off, pressing the tip of my dick against dads, him doing the same to himself as Collette slid between the two of us on the floor looking up. Mom and Mandy stood off to either side, watching us that way, now likewise fingering themselves however, just as Collette was. A five way, self masturbation session, all of us watching one another doing so, though dad and I actually making contact together.

Collette had purposely placed herself where she was for a reason, not in just getting a good vantage point to see us, though she did, but as we learned minutes later when dad and I finally managed to get ourselves off. As I had now come to expect with him, dad's orgasm began, a slow rolling thing that began seconds earlier for his knowing, than for any of us. Once again some form of rigidity set in, his hand suddenly unmoving, no longer stroking himself. It was the way he did it, preferred it perhaps. Everyone unique in that way too as I had come to learn. He just let his orgasm take its course in its own way and time, slowly. I stood watching the first little balloon of sperm bubble from the tip, and then slowly began to ooze out the tip, each successive little pulsation and throb bringing forth more and more of his white thick nectar. I watched it begin to cream the entire head of my prick, and then slide off each side dripping down where it now began to land with an obvious "splat" on my sister, still laying below us. She was panting hotly, furiously fingering herself, and now crying out with glee as she saw dad's cum pouring out, and soon after my own.

I felt the jettison of my spunk race up my shaft, stood there and watched it as it exploded against dad's cock, watched as I in turn covered his prick in my cream now adding to the even greater, massive cumfall cascade as it fell towards Collette. She watched, feeling it as it landed against her breasts, her tummy as well as the floor, only then reaching up to begin smearing it into her skin. Finally spent, exhausted, I stepped back relocating the couch, just as dad found his chair. Mandy and mom both now hovering over Collette, helping her to smear what looked, and had felt like gallons of cum cream as they'd poured down over my sister.

It was long moments before the three of them regained a sense of composure as well. When they did, mom was the first to speak.

"Damn good thing we have wooden floors," she laughed. "What a mess!" 



Snowed In Ch. 09



We'd been sitting around relaxing and recovering from our last round of intensity when the phone rang. Aunt Jackie had called to let us know the roads had been plowed and were passable, so they were on their way. That left us about an hour before they arrived, just time enough to shower up again and dress. I noticed a small smile on dads face upon hearing that, and a curious one on mom's as she returned the Tupperware bowl with the one single remaining folded slip of paper inside it back to the upper counter top in the kitchen.

"Guess this will have to wait for a bit," she'd stated only then catching dad's look.

"Works for me," dad had said nonchalantly without giving anything away. With that dad headed upstairs to shower and dress, mom following.

"Guess that leaves us with the downstairs shower," I said looking at my sisters. "Not much time either, so please don't spend your usual amount of time in the shower or not only won't there be enough hot water for me, but there won't be any time left before they get here either!" I told my sisters.

"Not to worry LB," Collette said calling me by her pet name, LB meaning Little Brother. "Your showers big enough to accommodate all of us at the same time. And under the circumstances, I don't think any of us will have a problem doing that now either," she winked as she headed downstairs, Mandy and I quickly following.

As silly as it might sound, the idea of doing so aroused me. It would be a first, showering with my sisters. How many times we had barged in on one another in the past, all of us at one time or another teasingly stealing peeks, annoying one another into hurrying up. Though it was always with the intent on grabbing a quick sneaky look at one another. Now...here the three of us were, once again naked stepping into the shower together. As large as it was, with three people climbing inside the shower enclosure, the quarters were still a bit cramped and would take some careful maneuvering for each of us to be able to wash up.

"Might be easier if we just stand in one spot and let someone else wash our backs...and such," Mandy suggested playfully, though serious about it at well. It was a good idea, and we soon began applying soap to one another, washing one another simultaneously.

It was inevitable that I soon had an erection. With Mandy's hands washing my back, and then slithering down to spend an inordinate amount of time on my ass, she was already sending a wave of pleasurable sensations to my groin anyway. Added to that, me standing pressed against Collette, my rapidly firming cock now poking against her backside as my own hands ran up and down her lithe form. And then hearing her moan in addition to that, my hands coming around in front to soap up her incredible breasts, the slickness of my hands as they slid over those twin orbs. Collette's nipples so firm and hard, as I palmed them, all pretense of actually washing them long forgotten. 

Mandy had of course reached around me, now soaping and stroking my rock hard shaft. As she began doing that, I quite naturally reached down and around Collette. Leaning forward slightly, she braced her arms against the side of the shower and spread her legs slightly allowing me better access. Her pussy was slick with her arousal, my fingers easily slipping inside as I tickled her clit, fingering her, Mandy's hand running up and down my equally slippery prick as we stood there together. I was half tempted to just shove my dick inside her as easy as it would have been, but to be honest, Mandy's pumping hand felt delicious, as did the fingering of my other sister's cunt as she did that.

"Switch!" Mandy suddenly announced, which I was somewhat grateful she'd said as that would give me a reprieve for a moment, though even that was short lived. Turning, I now reached out soaping my other sister's breasts, enjoying the subtle feel and differences between them. Mandy's nipples might not have stuck out nearly as far as Collette's did, but they were slightly fatter, and just as hard as I now began tweaking them. Collette too seemed to take some measure of delight in soaping and caressing my ass, though she soon took that a bit farther, much to my surprise.

I soon felt her soapy finger toying with the opening of my ass, not quite slipping in as she merely tickled it, simultaneously reaching around to now fondle my prick as Mandy now emulated her sister's stance earlier, leaning forward supporting herself against the wall as she slightly spread her legs. I now fingered her from behind, one, and then two fingers now sliding in and out of her deliciously slick cunt, the sounds of which could actually be heard over the sound of the shower as it pounded down upon us. I then felt Collette's finger suddenly press, a second later slipping inside my ass as she stood there worming it about, still stroking my prick.

"Fuck sis, keep doing that, and I won't last very damn long!" I warned her.

"We don't have very long, remember?" she laughed. "And besides, you'll need a little time to recover for later," she then told me.

"There might not be a later," I then said. "Guess it depends on how long Aunt Jackie and Uncle Frank stay." Collette burst out laughing upon hearing that. "What?"

"Why do you think they're coming over? Especially in this weather?" she now stated. "I'm willing to bet mom's already filled her in on everything we've been doing. You know damn good and well she tells her sister everything, and especially that you now know about the four of them, wouldn't surprise me in the least that she's hoping to get a piece of you now herself!"

I hadn't really thought about that until now. I supposed that was possible, though I'd pretty much figured it was just something that the four of them had decided to engage in and outside of that one instance with Collette, not really assuming that might include Mandy and I too.

I suddenly knew I wasn't going to last very long after having heard that. Aunt Jackie might not have inherited the large breasted trait of the family, but she still had nicely shaped boobs, and a taut firm little body to go along with that feisty attitude of hers. As I stood there thinking about her, I couldn't help but wonder if she carried that wild-assed attitude into the bedroom.

The all too familiar tingle down inside my balls brought me back to the immediate present however, much as I would have liked to continue standing there fantasizing about my Aunt.

"I'm serious Collette, keep doing what you're doing, and I'm going to be shooting off here pretty soon!"

"I wanna see!" Mandy said turning around, forcing me to disengage my fingers from her cunt. "I just love seeing you squirt!" she then added.

Within seconds I was again being treated to a double licking from my sisters as they knelt down in front of me, although I knew it wasn't going to be a very long prolonged pleasure as I was already teetering on the edge as it was.

"Whenever you're ready!" Collette urged me giggling, as was Mandy. "Just let us know so we can watch it come out," she quickly added.

Just hearing her say that was enough to trigger my release as my sister's hands continued to pump my prick together.

"Here it comes!" I announced a second after that, hardly giving them any warning at all, though Collette's hand now cupping my tight balls had already hinted at that anyway as both she and Mandy sat back slightly, still stroking my cock, yet enthusiastically urging me to do so.

"Squirt it Brian! Squirt it! Shoot that hot sticky fuck-butter all over the two of us," she cried out to me as Mandy joined her.

"Yeah Brian! Shoot it! Shoot it! Squirt it out...all over your hot naughty fucking sisters!"

That did it. The moment she said that, I felt the surge of cum explode up the length of my shaft, rocketing out with a great deal of force and intensity as I began showering them with my own brand of liquid soap.

I stood watching it as it spattered against their faces, their necks, and finally their beautiful breasts. Finally releasing me, I pumped out the last few streamers of spunk myself until I felt my legs weaken, threatening to give out beneath me, stumbling back to sit down in the one tiny corner seat at the far end of the enclosure. As I did that, the girls stood, now facing one another, standing on either side of the still pounding spray from the shower.

"We got time?" Mandy asked.

"We'll make time," Collette told her. "Too damn horny to get out of the shower feeling like this!" she informed her sister.

It quickly became obvious this was something they had done before, though it had perhaps been a while. Standing across from one another, Collette reached up adjusting the shower spray until it began to pulsate at a more forceful rate. I noticed as they now reached across towards one another, the water joined their hands as they began fingering one another, playing with their respective clits as the two of them finger-fucked one another with one hand, caressing their own breasts with the other. I might have only moments ago shot my wad, but even sitting there spent as I was, I was still highly aroused as I watched them doing this.

"Obviously, this isn't the first time the two of you have done this," I observed, receiving a chuckle from them both in response to that.

"There's a lot we've done, you're not aware of LB," Collette groaned pleasurably. "Perhaps later, or over the next few days, we'll share some of them with you," she teased hotly.

I was content however for the moment at least, to just sit there and watch the two of them as they rather quickly got one another off, though the pulsating beat of the water certainly helped. Almost simultaneously, they both shuddered, moaning pleasurably as they came on one another's hands and fingers.

"Well, now that the edge is off, we'd better get out and get dressed, no doubt Aunt Jackie and Uncle Frank will be arriving any time now," Collette said urging us into motion, and then adding. "Which makes me wonder about daddy's fantasy, and why he specifically wanted to wait until today before sharing with us what it is," she said looking over at me directly. 

"Bet it has something to do with Aunt Jackie," Mandy quipped eyeing her back.

"Ya think?" Collette responded laughing. "I bet that whatever it is, it does, I know Uncle Frank's been dying to fuck either one of us, so perhaps dad's given him the go ahead to do it now that we've all let our hair down, though I guess we'll have to wait and see whichever way it is. But...I'm also willing to bet knowing Aunt Jackie, as fond as she's always been of LB here, that it has something specific to do with that too!"

Admittedly I was now very curious about it myself, stepping out to dry off and then hurriedly dress, just as my sister's did. They were just as excited, if not more so than I was to see what the evening would bring and soon after raced back upstairs joining my parents who surprised us by finding them sitting in the living room, still wearing nothing more than their bathrobes instead of being dressed as we now all were.

**

Just a short time later we heard the sound of Uncle Frank's older model Hummer pulling up in front of the house, the oversized tires crunching through the hard-packed snow. Seconds later they came in, both of them wearing Cheshire cat grins on their faces.

"Ok, so what did we miss?" Jackie laughed, and then came over giving me an affectionate kiss. It didn't surprise me that she did, as she always did. But what did surprise me, was when she let her lips linger on mine a bit longer than normal, not to mention her hand coming down between us feeling briefly the small bulge in my pants as she did that.

Dad had already stoked the fire, once again warming the room, almost uncomfortably so, especially now that I was actually dressed again. 

"Come in, sit down, make yourselves comfortable while dad pours us all a drink," mom told her. "And then...I'll fill you all in!"

Collette was right. On the one hand, I should have realized that there was very little mom wouldn't have shared or discussed with her sister. On the other however, I was surprised she really hadn't said much of anything until now, though perhaps the weather had had something to do with that, as they'd spent very little time on the phone after the lines were working again. As everyone settled in, fresh drinks in hand, mom got this amused, mischievous little twinkle in her eye.

"As I hinted at over the phone...it all began the night that Brian and his sister's camped out down here on the bed," she began. And then slowly over the next hour, mom almost shockingly related each and everything we'd all done or experienced with one another since then, even a few things I wasn't aware of, or perhaps didn't remember. I was surprised to find myself highly aroused, just sitting there listening to her, though by the way my Uncle and father both fidgeted in their seats, they were becoming quite aroused themselves by the looks of it.

"It is getting uncomfortably hot in here for some reason," my Aunt stated jokingly after a time. "Anyone mind if we get comfortable?" she asked.

"Of course not," mom said glancing over towards me, though I merely sat there smiling at her as she said that, visions of my Aunt soon being naked herself already filling my head. "You know where the guest robes are," she then added.

Both my Aunt and Uncle then stood and hurriedly made their way upstairs, the five of us watching them do so as dad spoke.

"Well, guess now it's my turn isn't it?" he stated reminding us all in a second that it was in fact, and even more importantly, that it did indeed have something to do with my Aunt and Uncle being there.

"Do you want me to get the bowl, or are you just going to tell us?" mom asked curiously, yet clearly excited now.

"Seems sort of silly to do that under the circumstances, so I'll just wait for Jackie and Frank to rejoin us, then I'll just lay out my fantasy for you all then."

I felt myself nervously excited, and feeling a bit awkward and uncomfortable now too. Not because of what was about to happen, but because I was actually dressed and now anxious to once again shed my clothes. My sister's must have been thinking the exact same thing as they whispered back and forth to one another briefly, and then stood up and quickly began to slip out of their respective clothing. Mom looked over towards me, smiling as I now stood and began doing the same.

By the time my Aunt and Uncle returned heading back down the stairs, the five of us now sat entirely naked there in the living room. Seeing us, Aunt Jackie laughed.

"Go figure, suddenly we're the ones overdressed once again." She chuckled, and then even before reaching the bottom of the stairs, she had opened her robe, draping it over the banister now entirely naked herself, though Uncle Jack continued to proceed into the living room still wearing his.

"You know sis, you still make me jealous as hell every time I see you naked!" mom quipped as we all sat there eying her. She was not quite two years older than mom, but it was clearly evident she had the body of a woman ten, perhaps even fifteen years younger than her age. Like Collette, she'd discovered early on in life that she was incapable of bearing any children, as such, she'd had a much easier time of it keeping in shape. Her breasts were far smaller than my mom's or sisters, yet well rounded and full for their size. And yes, they were also a bit more perky in appearance because of that too, each one capped with delicate pink colored nipples that nearly blended in with the tone of her surrounding breast flesh, just a hint of slightly darker coloration as they came to a cute sexy little point, upturned slightly at the ends with a bit of a puffy nipple capping each.

Unlike mom however, she wasn't entirely shaved, though she had trimmed her pubic hair into what we jokingly called "a landing strip", so thin in appearance that she might well have shaved it instead.

I almost laughed out loud as Uncle Frank retook his seat on the couch sitting next to my now naked mother, her hand immediately slipping inside the open slit of his robe, her hand obviously seeking him out even though she continued looking at, and talking to her sister.

"Harold was just about to share with us all...his fantasy," she informed them both. "So...whenever you're ready honey...the floor's all yours."

Dad stood, his somewhat flaccid prick already lifting its head as he stood there, clearing his voice, and then actually blushing a little as he spoke. I glanced over towards mom again, her hand already busy in my Uncle's lap, stroking him up and down though she hadn't as yet revealed him as she did so.

"My fantasy is actually a bit simpler perhaps than everyone else's has been, but it's still been a long-held fantasy of mine, and one that your mother is very aware of," he said looking over towards her. Her eyes clearly revealed she had guessed right earlier, knowing very well what it obviously was. He then turned toward me, looking at me directly. "It might be a bit more difficult for you Brian," he warned me, since it pretty much just involves you and your mother rather than the rest of us, at least in the beginning," he now added. "So I hope you'll be willing to indulge your old man here."

Now I really was curious. But...after all that had happened, even with the inclusion of my Aunt and Uncle being there, I couldn't think of a single thing now that I'd find myself uncomfortable in doing. Even Aunt Jackie was grinning from ear to ear, and I had a pretty good indication in her doing that, that she too had a pretty good idea what dad was leading up to.

He paused once again briefly clearing his throat, now looking away from me, taking everyone in as a whole, as he spoke.

"Until all this," he said eyeing us. "I didn't really think this was ever something that would actually happen, so it remained for quite a while a very private fantasy, one in which I didn't even share with mom until last year," dad confessed. "But once I had, once I'd told your mother about it, who I am sure has already told Aunt Jackie about it now," he said lifting his eyebrows questioningly towards her, receiving a subtle nod of her head in kind confirming it, he went on. "She then made it possible for me to actually experience it, when she came up with the idea for this little game we've been playing. But before I tell you the specifics, I'd like to share with you a little story about it myself, and then you'll quite obviously know what it is, or at least have a pretty good idea what it is I want to see, and experience again," he told us. By now, his cock was at full staff, as was Uncle Frank's as mom finally parted his robe, untying the sash, which had held it together. I was a little surprised to discover that Frank's prick, though very hard, was considerably smaller than either my dad's or even mines was. Mom didn't seem to mind however, nor obviously did my Aunt Jackie as she held it, still fisting him as we all sat there listening.

"Long ago, when I was just around Brian's age, my Aunt, along with my cousin had come for a week's visit. We had a small place back then that we lived in, so there wasn't a whole lot of place for people to sleep. My aunt...had been fixed up on a futon on the family room with my cousin, who was also around my age sleeping on a cot nearby. I had gotten up for some odd reason, which I hardly ever did as I was a very sound sleeper. Needing to pee, and then wanting something to drink after that, I had come into the kitchen trying to be quiet as I expected my aunt and cousin to be sleeping in the family room as I came in. To my surprise, they weren't however, neither one of them. So then when I came into the kitchen, I could hear voices outside. I walked over to the kitchen window and looked out, which is when I saw what I saw. An image which has stayed with me all these years, and something that as a boy growing up, I had with me as the major masturbatory experience in my adult life, and something that even to this very day, I still think about and fantasize over."




Snowed In Ch. 09



"So what did you see?" Mandy asked sounding both impatient as well as excited.

"What I saw, and which has obviously stayed with me, was MY Aunt, and my cousin fucking there in the chase lounge. But even more surprisingly, I also saw my mother as she sat there in one of the other chairs watching them, playing with herself. As erotically exciting as it was to see the two of them, it was even more erotic to see my own mother playing with herself while she watched them. Eventually, my cousin came in her of course. And then the moment he did, my mother got up, went over and got down between her sister's legs, and then went down on her. Though Andy, my cousin had just shot his load, it didn't take him very damn long before he had slipped his prick into my mom from behind, and then fucked her. I jerked off over having seen that for years, and they never did find out I had watched them doing that, though eventually mom did catch me jerking off one day and just stood there watching me do it. When I realized that she was, and when she didn't just slip out and go away, even though she turned and started to, that's when I did tell her about that night. Needless to say...that's when we fucked. But, I'd always regretted not having gone out and joined them when I had the chance. Never did fuck my Aunt either, though she's not half as attractive as yours is," dad said winking at me as I smiled back at my Aunt.

"So ok, we have an idea of your fantasy," Collette said, "But I'm still not sure what all it entails, or what you want any of us to do," she told him.

"Well, what I'd like to do is sort of recreate, and thus recapture that moment," dad told us. "And though we can't exactly take this outside, I do think we can sort of rearrange the furniture in here a little so that it's at least similar. Then of course, I'd like to start my fantasy out...watching mom fuck Brian in the chair, her sitting on top of him just like my cousin did with his mom, and then Jackie, sitting nearby watching for a while until he's done." He looked over at her. "You have any problems with any of that?" He asked.

"Not a single solitary one," she grinned wickedly. "Sounds damn fucking exciting in fact," she added. "Especially the sucking his cum out of my sister's cunt," she then quipped.

"Where do the rest of us fit in?" Mandy asked worriedly.

"Well, that part we ad-lib just a little," dad told her. "You see, the other part of that fantasy for me was imagining my sister was the one to be standing behind me jerking me off while I stood there watching the three of them. Though obviously that never did happen. She and I never did do anything together, though I'd always wanted to and had so often thought about it. So...if either you or your sister would play the role of my sister, and do that for me, it would really make my fantasy complete. As for you Frank, if you wouldn't mind perhaps standing in the other hallway, sort of out of my vision...no offense, but someplace you can also watch, and perhaps one of my other girls jerking you off while you do, that would indeed complete this for me, and take me back to that date in time once again. So...everyone ok with that?" he asked.

Everyone was, and were soon rearranging the furniture slightly, with Mandy volunteering to take care of Uncle Frank as she was now curious about him. Collette seemed more than pleased with her fantasy role, taking care of dad while I resituated the couch next to the round end table which Aunt Jackie would be sitting next to while she watched mom and I fuck. I was surprised to find myself as aroused as I suddenly now was, realizing that in moments, mom and I would in fact be doing that for a time, with everyone else standing around watching us for a while as we did that. Eventually of course, I would soon fuck my Aunt from behind as she sucked out my sticky wet juice from mom's pussy, a thought that suddenly had me stiffening faster than I had thought possible.

As dad and Collette took up their position nearer the stairs, which gave him what he said was the exact same angle he'd had back then as he watched his mom, aunt and cousin. Uncle Frank and Mandy stood off to the other side more in the doorway of the kitchen looking in, where he couldn't actually see them, but where they could still easily watch the three of us. Aunt Jackie positioned herself off to one side, initially with her back towards everyone, but where I could sit there and easily watch her while she played with herself as mom now climbed into my lap where I sat, and proceeded to make herself ready to fuck me.

"This is going to be fun...and naughty," she said leaning over whispering in my ear, "I've had a few fantasies of my own similar to this," she then added. "So maybe in time, I'll tell you about one or two of those."

"I'd like that," I responded. "And I'll admit mom...I've had one or two of those myself," I freely admitted, no longer inhibited about admitting that to her, especially as she leaned forward, not quite cunting me yet, though I felt her warm delicious pussy resting directly against me. I did reach up however, placing each of my hands on my mother's breasts as I began kneading and playing with them contentedly.

"Though I'm damn near there now," she again whispered, "Once I am really horny? Aroused? I enjoy having my nipples tugged on, and twisted hard Brian. Would you mind doing that? When I'm ready?"

"Just tell me when, and then I sure as hell will!" I assured her, already looking forward to stretching her boobs with my hands, tugging on those fucking hard nipples of hers the moment I could do so and get away with it without actually hurting her.

"You can start whenever you'd like," dad called out from around the corner where he stood. Already his breath was labored as he said that, and though I couldn't see Collette as clearly as I might have liked, I could tell she was already standing behind dad, working his prick as he stood there looking over towards us. Just then however, mom reached down, grasping my cock, and in seconds had impaled herself on me, my prick sliding all the way in to the hilt as she sat there for a moment unmoving, just giving the two of us a moment to savor that particular moment. Jackie's pleasured sigh as she sat next to us, told us both that she too had already begun. She'd lifted one leg onto the table, just as dad had told her he'd seen his mother do. And then began stroking her pussy, twiddling her clit before actually finger-fucking it, just as she had now begun doing.

It was also mildly interesting to also glance over and see Uncle Frank as Mandy stood beside him, her hand on his dick, though his was likewise in her, fingering my sister's cunt as she stood next to him, one leg partially lifted, balanced against his hip as she stood there smiling watching the three of us.

"God baby, you're so fucking hard...and big!" Mom moaned pleasurably, also speaking loud enough so that dad could easily hear her. His responding moan told us he had, and that it was also quite evident he was in fact reliving that past fond memory.

The feel of mom's hot slick cunt as she rode my cock was amazing enough. The way she could control her inner muscles, clenching my shaft, throbbing herself around it was beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. And then added to that, looking over towards my Aunt, simply enhanced every sensation I was feeling tenfold. As she sat there, I immediately noticed that she had fairly long swollen labia, far longer and larger than my mother's or even my sisters. Fascinated, I saw her pulling on them, stretching them out with her fingers to either side, and then jiggling them up and down, back and forth wildly. It fit her personality, attitude. She was always considered to be sassy, and even the way she masturbated was that. Unbridled, as she was, certainly uninhibited, Aunt Jackie made no excuses, made no bones about what felt good, and how she best enjoyed it. She spanked her cunt, pinched her clit pulling on it, and then went back to pulling on her lips, almost painfully so, once again wiggling them about frantically, wildly, moaning and groaning the entire time.

I could also hear the slickness of my father's dick as Collette stroked it, he must have been leaking precum fuck juice like a sieve as Collette gathered up his rich fat droplets of juice, reapplying them to his dick, and then jacking it slowly up and down just the way he liked it. I heard her squeeze it, juicing it even more, just the way I very often did, and had a pretty damn good idea of how if felt as Collette continued to do that for him.

Mandy's hot panting breath was another nice addition. I could tell she was already beyond excitement, no doubt her own pussy juice was already starting to run down between her legs. She might not squirt the way her sister did, but she was almost from the get-go, a constant running stream of juice that never seemed to let up, including long after her orgasm was finished. It just continued to trickle out of her pussy like a tap that wouldn't quite turn all the way off.

"Now," mom murmured softly into my ear as she half nuzzled my neck, leaning forward against me, her breasts still filling my hands as I held onto them. I grinned inwardly, releasing her tits only for a moment, recapturing them again, though this time by the nipples as I pinched and twisted them, softly at first, eliciting a long contented mewl from her upon doing so. "Harder!" She urged me. "Pull them, twist them, yank them...and fuck me!" she added unnecessarily.

So far, mom had pretty much been doing most of the work, though I was content to let her do so as it was allowing me a lot better control too. Upon hearing her tell me that however, I now began to thrust upwards, and inwards as she came down meeting me. The combination of which, now added fuel to the fire, the slap of flesh meeting flesh quite forcefully, my balls now slapping her as well. I continued to torture her tits, looking over as my Aunt now began to emulate my actions, likewise pulling on and twisting her own. An image, which I found even more interesting, seeing her do it, her tits suddenly elongating as she stretched hers far more than I was able to do so with moms. Aunt Jackie's already somewhat pointed nipples became even more cone-shaped. For some silly reason, they reminded me of those worn by Madonna the first time I'd ever seen her sing "Like a Virgin", a song that was now playing inside my head with each and every thrust of my cock inside my mother's cunt, her tits filling my hand as she moaned pleasurably above me.

"Oh my god! I'm going to come soon!" She suddenly announced, seemingly surprised at her own revelation. "Don't you dare fucking stop fucking me!" She warned me simultaneously, though I had of course no intention of doing so.

Once again I heard dad moan pleasurably from across the way, the sounds of Collette really going to town now on his dick, as likewise I could also hear the sounds of Mandy working on Uncle Franks.

"Come with me baby, make me cum when you do!" Mom urged me wantonly. "Let me feel the sperm you were created with, splashing inside my pussy...my cunt!" Mom amended wickedly. "Let me feel you squirting it inside me, filling me full with it...so that, ah...so that Darlene can lick it out of my pussy afterwards!"

Dad's sudden low, deep throated groan told me that mom's having used my grandmother's name had been the perfect touch at that moment. But it had also been the catalyst for my own explosion as I felt my balls suddenly tighten even more than they already were.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna shoot!" I announced, and then began doing so.

The moment mom felt that first jettison of my spunk deep inside her, she too let go. She didn't gush the way Collette did, but I could feel a sudden addition of liquefied pleasure suddenly erupt from deep within mom's cunt, bathing my prick as I added my own sticky juice to hers, mingling with it now as we continued to sit there fucking one another wildly, furiously. I'd even let go of her tits, reaching around to literally dig my hands into her ass, helping to lift her up, slamming her back down on my shaft as I continued to pump out thick hot streamers of my joy juice into her. 

Even my Aunt's hiss, as she came, sounding like a snake about to strike was erotically charged. Her long drawn out "Yesssssss!" as she watched us, now pounding her cunt again with her hand, slapping it furiously, the other somehow buried inside her with three, perhaps even four fingers as she did that was a sight to behold.

Now drained, spent, mom slowly climbed off me, her hand coming down to cup her own cunt, keeping our mutual combined spending from dripping entirely out of her as she now moved over to a place on the floor already prepared well ahead of time. She rolled over onto her back, me sitting just above her and off to one side as Aunt Jackie slid from her chair, now joining her.

I wasn't sure how long it would take me to recover, my only real concern here. Though not quite flaccid, I wasn't exactly hard either. As slippery as I knew my Aunt must be, I did seriously doubt I'd have a very easy time trying to put it inside her, let alone keeping it there. But there hadn't been any mention of an immediate movement to do so, and decided to just sit there and take what time I might need, now watching my Aunt and mother together, just as we all were.

Although cast into the role of my father's cousin for all this, I now had some semblance of an idea as to what it was he had witnessed, and why that image had remained with him all those years. It was erotic as hell! And strange as it was for me, I could actually see my Aunt Jackie, now looking somehow similar in appearance to the way my grandmother had looked when she'd been that young. Even now, though it had been several months's I would imagine her in a whole new way as well every time I saw her after this.

But it was looking down at Jackie now, the way she approached mom's pussy like it was some sort of delectable feast just sitting there waiting for her to sample it. It was mesmerizing too. Already, the thick rich creamy spunk had begun to flow out of mom's pussy, though I think she was using her inner muscles to force it out of her with, purposely so. And, some of which had already leaked out, oozing down onto the floor, but to my surprise, Aunt Jackie wasn't about to let any of that go to waste either. 

Perhaps any other time, it would have been gross seeing her do that. But not this time. It was decadent, even obscene perhaps to see her lick up the little puddle that had slipped out before she could capture it with her lips and tongue. But even that merely added to, and enhanced the sensual, erotic, and yes dirty naughty flavor of the moment that was already stirring interest in my recently spent prick. Once she'd cleaned my spunk from the floor, she now licked upwards, catching the next rivulet that had began to cascade out of mom's pink wet opening, as though it was an iceberg about to fall into the sea. Catching that before it did, only then did she clamp her entire mouth down on mom's cunt, now sucking it, vacuuming it out with her tongue, drinking our combined essence as she pleasurably cleaned her out.

My dick stood, proud, stiff and straight once again. It was now time to fuck my aunt!

**

As I stood up, I quickly glanced over in my father's direction. Not too surprisingly, Collette now stood in front of him bent over slightly at the waist. Dad just then, thrusting his massive erection inside her, especially as her eyes grew as big around as saucers, pleasurably so.

As I turned towards my Uncle Frank and Mandy, I almost laughed. Without being able to see one another at all, they too had taken up the exact same position, Mandy now leaning over, with Uncle Frank now sliding his somewhat smaller prick into Mandy's cunt as she wiggled back against him pleasurably.

Now it was my turn to do the same. I knelt down on the floor, crawling up behind my Aunt. She didn't turn to look or acknowledge my presence, continuing to lap away at mom's cunt, noisily in fact as she did so. Cock in hand, I guided it to where I thought it should go, felt my Aunt's wetness and then slipped it inside her. I was surprised, no amazed, at how tight she felt, slick as she was. It took a moment for her to even then loosen up enough to accept me, and as she did, she let out a low, deep throated moan still somehow managing to eat mom's cunt, never once taking her tongue or lips away from her as I slowly managed to ease myself inside her.

I began to slowly fuck her now, in and out...almost torturously slow at first as she thrust herself back against me, meeting me, each time just a tiny bit more forceful than the first time. And as good as that felt, as erotic as it was, the most erotic thing was looking into my mother's eyes, hers locked on mine as she lay there fondling her own breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples just the way I'd been doing. I'd never seen anyone look so beautiful before in all my life, the pleasure in her face, the love in her eyes, the serenity as my Aunt's tongue, mouth and lips devoured her was beyond description.

I could have easily fucked my Aunt forever, without ever coming I think, just enjoying the beauty and pleasure that I saw in my mother's face while doing that would have been enough.

Movement told me that dad and Collette had somehow inched closer. I could only imagine what that might have looked like as they did, still coupled together. A great idea for a family outing perhaps during the summer, "A new version of the old wheelbarrow races perhaps", or some such anyway. But he finally spoke again looking down at us.

"At the end, when my cousin came, he pulled out of mom's pussy, I remember standing there watching it as he squirted, as his cum blast arched over my mother's ass, up her back, a lot of which then landed in his own mother's face. That's when I came, that's when I shot my own load watching him as he did that, as mom then turned around, and finished sucking him off."

The next scene had been set, and I wasn't about to disappoint him if I could help it, I just hoped that after two very intense orgasms that day already, I'd still have enough left to pull off another good one for him.

As aroused as I was, had been...and would be, there was no reason for worry, though I didn't know it at the time.

It was cool as hell feeling my Aunt come. I was beginning to realize that even in that, no two women ever seemed to climax the same way. And she was a bit like dad was in that regard too. She didn't really say anything or warn anyone that she was about to. The only indication I really got was this sudden vice-like grip of her pussy as it clenched around my cock, holding it. Now I had some sense of how dogs get hung up together when they fuck. I swear that there was no way in hell I could have thrust even another inch inside her, let alone been able to draw it out of her without help either. She just held me, and I felt her quivering inside, then this low wail as it finally escaped her mouth, followed by a series of shakes and shivers that finally released the death-like grip she had on my prick.

Perhaps when she did that, she had choked off the sensation of my own impending climax, tempering it perhaps. But the moment she had, I felt this surge, this overwhelming immediate rush of ecstasy, and new damn good and well, I too now was coming!

I almost leaped from inside my Aunt's cunt, fisting my prick as I stood, watching the fountain of jisim as it erupted, and then just the way dad described it, in seeing it, so did I do it. 

There was perhaps only two or three that actually went that far, but it was more than enough. 

The first shot went far over my Aunt's back missing her completely. I watched as it grazed my mother's forehead, and then literally parted her hair, perfectly. The second, only somewhat less forceful than the first, hit my aunt's shoulder, then like a tossed rock, skipping against the waves, it landed with a splat against the rounded portion of mom's right breast, causing her to cry out pleasurably when it did. The third made it perhaps about halfway up my Aunt's back, landing there, which is when she finally rolled away, onto her back, and then reached up, gathering my dick into her mouth where I poured out whatever remained of my copious discharge into her there.




Snowed In Ch. 09



Though I heard dad's cry of release, and then Collette's, I was too far into the zone myself to really care much. Nor did I remember hearing Mandy when she did, though she claimed she had nearly passed out from the sweetness of her own ecstasy when I spoke to her about it afterwards.

I finally staggered over and collapsed onto the couch where I lay there for what seemed like an eternity. I honestly think I had actually dozed off, until the sound of voices, much like a buzzing in my ear finally brought me around once again. Mom and Aunt Jackie stood in the kitchen making sandwiches as no one really felt much like cooking, though everyone was famished. We were soon all sitting around the table eating, everyone with enormous smiles on their faces, gorging themselves hungrily, sometimes actually giggling, and even blushing as we looked at one another.

"Well? Was it everything you hoped it would be?" Mom finally asked dad curiously.

"That and then some," he told her. "Now I have new jerk off material for whenever you're not in the mood," he teased her.

"Yeah, right...like that's ever going to happen," she shot back playfully, then turning towards my Aunt and Uncle as they sat grinning back and forth between one another.

"So...you like hearing about and participating in our naughty little games there?" mom asked her.

"Oh yeah, you might could say that," Jackie said wistfully. "And, I don't mind saying, I have one or two of my own I wouldn't mind acting upon perhaps someday, if you're ever in the mood to do this again," she said hopefully eyeing me.

"How about you Frank? Think you might come up with something?" Mom asked winking at her sister.

"Oh yeah, pretty sure I can come up with something," he grinned back looking at her, "though one of those, I've already managed to fulfill," he added giving my sister's ass a friendly little pat on the behind upon saying that, making her giggle in response.

"Well, you two are certainly welcome to spend the night if you want to. The storm has pretty much blown over now, though I'd imagine Harold will want to spend most of tomorrow really pushing all this snow out of the way, and out of the drive," she then added, as dad nodded his head in agreement.

"All play and no work...makes a man lazy," he grinned.

"But...there's always the day after tomorrow," mom added.

And she was right about that too. There was.