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Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 01

By: wantsomefun1951



PLEASE NOTE: I first published this story on another site, under a slightly different pen-name. The story is reproduced here with a few small revisions.

Introduction: This is not a "cute hot teen and her well-hung boyfriend have wild sex in eighteen different positions in two thousand words or less" kind of story. It will take a while to read, and it's a dark tale, but one I hope you like. Constructive criticisms, please. 

I was driving home from college for Christmas break. My sophomore year had been, so far, pretty boring. I had broken up with my girlfriend from freshman year shortly after summer break had begun, because I caught her cheating with her old high-school flame. I worked hard all summer, trying to save up enough money to pay some of my tuition and costs for my sophomore year, so I had pretty much had no life over the summer. When I had gotten back to campus at the end of August, I applied myself very hard to my studies, and really didn't socialize much. I made no time in my schedule to pursue a campus romance, partially because I had been hurt so deeply by my experience the previous year. I had really only tried to approach one girl, a sophomore who came from the city only a few miles from my home town. She had pledged the snooty rich girl's sorority. Tara was polite enough to me at first, until she found out that I had worked as a mechanic at a small garage in my home town for a year between high school and college to save enough money to go to college. She learned that I was the only son of a dirt-poor family, while her mother was chief of neurosurgery at a well-known research hospital and her father was senior partner in a powerful corporate law practice. Both parents came from old money, so Tara had been raised in the lap of luxury. Basically, she was a spoiled brat who never had, and probably never would, understand hard work and hard times. She was beautiful, 5'6", blond, slender, with what I guessed were C-cup tits, a tight little ass, and a come-fuck-me smile. She had initially seemed attracted to me, until she found out about my pedigree. Then she would only talk to me in the one class we shared. Another dream shattered.

It started to snow as I was packing for my hundred-mile trip home. I wasn't really that worried, since I knew that my old rust-bucket Chevy 4X4 pickup was mechanically sound and I had mounted four good used snow tires on it before I had left for school in August. Even when the radio station I was listening to announced that the main highway I was planning to use for part of my trip had been closed due to a massive pile-up, I figured I would be OK, since I knew the back roads I could use to get home. I settled in for a long, slow drive.

After about an hour of crawling along in what was turning into near-blizzard conditions, I saw a car ahead of me. The emergency flashers were on. I quickly realized that the car had skidded off the road and had crashed into a large tree. There was a lot of front-end damage. I put on my own four-way flashers and parked behind it. I zipped up my insulated hunter coveralls and put on my warm hunting cap and got out of the truck. As I approached the car, a new BMW coupe, I could see the driver was still inside. I walked up to the driver's window and knocked on it. Then I wiped the snow off the window so I could see inside. The driver was Tara.

"Seth! What are you doing here?", she yelled through the closed window.

"Driving home for the holidays, same as you," I replied. "Are you OK?"

"Do I look OK, you fucking moron?" she spat back at me.

"Tara, don't talk to me like that. I want to help you."

"Wonderful," she said, "use your finely honed mechanical skills to fix my damn car so I can get home!"

"Considering that the radiator is leaking, the airbags are blown, and you have pretty heavy front end damage, this car isn't going anywhere without the help of a tow truck and a body and frame shop. I don't know how you even got this far on those performance tires you have."

"Daddy said it has all-wheel drive. It has all the latest driver aids, including a built-in GPS system. That's how I knew the route through this god-forsaken wilderness when they closed the interstate. Oh, shit, Daddy's going to kill me when he finds out I wrecked my car. I wish I still had my Cadillac Escalade that he and Mom gave me for a graduation present."

Her and her damned money, I thought. "Tara," I interrupted, "are you OK? Are you hurt?"

"My left hand hurts like a bitch. I think I sprained my thumb, and part of my hand burns like fire. I guess that's from the airbag. The engine won't start, the windows don't work, the climate control is only blowing cold air, and I'm getting really cold. My cell doesn't get any reception out here in the boonies. What am I going to do?"

"You're going to come with me. I put a new radiator and heater core in my truck this summer, and it gets toasty in there in no time."

"I'm not riding with you in that piece of shit. I'd rather wait here. You go home, and call my family, so Daddy can send out the gardener to get me. Oh, wait, do you actually have a telephone in your family shack?" she sneered.

"Tara," I said, "at the beginning of the semester, when I first met you, I thought I could have real feelings for you. I'm actually glad you snubbed me when you found out I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't see at first what a miserable, snobby little bitch you are. That being said, I still feel obligated to help you. Not because I'm the least bit attracted to you anymore, but simply because you are a fellow human. No amount of your money is going to keep you from freezing to death if I leave you here, so you might as well gather your designer purse and get your blueblood ass in my truck so I can get you home before Mommy and Daddy have drunk all the vintage scotch and eaten all the caviar they probably have waiting for their little princess."

"God, you're insufferable! You don't know anything about me. And you're way too poor and ignorant to ever be able to comprehend how I live," Tara hissed.

"Stop being a bitch and face reality, Tara! You're going to suffer hypothermia and frostbite, if not worse, if you don't come with me right now. Hell, I'm dressed for the weather and I'm getting cold out here. You must get out of that car and get in my truck now so I can get us out of here. There's already a foot of snow and the wind is picking up. If we don't leave soon, it's going to be hard for my truck to get through the drifts. Then were both fucked!"

"Oh fine," she sighed, sullenly. She tried to open her door. It unlatched, but it wouldn't open. "Why can't I get out of the car," she asked, suddenly looking panicked.

I wiped snow off the seam between the fender and the door. "The fender's crushed around the door, and it looks like you have enough frame damage on this side that we won't be able to get the door open. You'll have to get out the passenger's side." I walked around the back of the car to help to pull her out, only to find that the other door was wedged against a tree that was at least a foot in diameter. I went back to Tara's window. "You're not getting out that way, either. I have a crowbar in the truck. I'm going to get it and try to pry your door open. If that doesn't work, I can break the windshield and you can crawl out that way."

"Just be quick about it. I can't stop shivering, and my feet are so cold they're getting numb."

At that moment, we heard a vehicle approaching from the other direction. It was an old Jeep wagon. When it got next to us, I could see that it had huge mud tires and a high suspension. The entire under-carriage was at least 18" off the ground. This rig would be able to get through almost anything, I thought. The driver and his passenger got out. They were both huge. The driver looked to be about thirty-five years old, roughly 6'3" and over 300 pounds. He had a beer belly, but still looked like he was mostly muscle. The passenger looked a little younger, but he was taller and could have been close to 400 pounds. They both looked like pro wrestlers who had degenerated into grizzled mountain men. They were dressed for the outdoors in old, ratty hunting gear. I didn't like the look of them, and Tara seemed actually repulsed.

"Man," the driver said, approaching Tara's car. "Somebody really fucked up their purty little furrin car. Oh, pardon my French, little lady," he laughed, showing his brown, broken teeth. "And pardon my manners. I'm Zeke, and this here's my kid brother, Merle. I call him Ox, 'cuz he's that strong and that dumb. Ain't you, Ox?"

"Fuck you, Zeke," Ox growled.

"Aw, that's no way to talk in front of a fine, pretty little lady. You apologize to her right now, stupid."

Ox just stood there looking at the ground. Finally, he mumbled, "Sorry, missy."

"That's better," Zeke said. "Looks like you kids need a little help. What's your name, boy?" he said, addressing me.

"My name is Seth, and the young lady here is Tara."

"Well, Miss Tara, you ain't goin' nowhere in that car on these here roads, even if you hadn't gotten real friendly with that there tree. You'd best get out of that car."

"I can't," she said. "The windows and doors won't open, but my friend has everything under control. He has tools in his truck to get me out, and then he's going to drive me home."

"Oh, missy, I don't think that's how it's going to work out. The road the way you was goin' is blocked by a downed tree. This here old Jeep was able to crawl over it, but your boyfriend's pick-up would never clear it. You're just going to have to come to our cabin to warm up until this storm lets up. Ox, help this pretty young thing get her door open."

Ox walked over to the car, grabbed the door handle and pulled. I could actually see the sheet metal of the door bow out as he pulled the handle. Suddenly the handle ripped out of the door, and Ox landed on his butt in the snow.

Zeke roared with laughter. "They don't make 'em like they used to, do they? Ox, get off your stupid ass and grab the door frame."

Ox did as he was told, wedging his huge hands into the space between the body of the car and the frame of the unlatched door. He started to pull on the door and, incredibly, it began to open. I couldn't believe my eyes. This beast was actually bending the sheet metal that was crushed around the front edge of the door. The bent hinges were groaning, and the door was moving. I've seen rescue crews, using hydraulic jaws, struggle to do what this giant was doing with his hands. In only a few seconds, the door was open wide.

"Good boy, Ox," Zeke said. "Now help the pretty little lady out of the car."

"Don't touch me," Tara said, her voice trying to sound defiant, but seeming truly scared.

"Now, I don't know nothin' about the manners of the high and mighty," Zeke said, "but us simple folk would say thanks to someone who helped them out of a jam and would accept their hospitality. You don't got nowhere else to go, so you're gonna have to stay with us."

"You're right, I was rude," Tara said, her voice trembling. "Thank you very much for helping me. I do appreciate it. But we really can't stay. Seth will drive us home."

"I told you before, missy, the road's blocked ahead. You ain't goin' that way. I know these woods real good, and with the wind and the condition of some of them trees back the way you came, I reckon you won't get far that way either. Just be real nice and let us take you to our cabin. We got plenty of firewood and grub, and some of the best moonshine you ever tasted to help you warm up. We'll have a regular party."

"My father will pay you very well if you would drive us home," Tara said. "We'd much prefer to be home with our families."

"You just don't get it, do you sweetie? See, me and Ox don't get to see many fine women around here. We're gonna go to the cabin and have us some real fun. "You'd like to spend some time with this here pretty girl wouldn't you, Ox?" Zeke said leering at Tara and grinning his broken-toothed grin.

"Yeah, Zeke, that would be real nice. I ain't never had no woman that looks like her."

"OK, guys, that's enough," I said.

"Boy, you need to shut the fuck up," Zeke said, moving in front of me.

Now, I'm a pretty strong guy myself. I stand 6'1", and weigh 225. I was a varsity tackle in high school, I do a lot of manual labor, I lift weights, I've never backed off from a fight, and I've won every one I was involved in since kindergarten. Still, I knew this wouldn't end well. "You're scaring her, and I don't like what you're saying either," I said.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do you, wimp?" Zeke said, his putrid breath in my face. "I guess I gotta show you." With that, he lunged at me and grabbed me in a bear hug. With no effort at all, he picked me up and threw me against Tara's car. My head hit the rear window frame hard. As I blacked out, I heard Tara scream.

The next thing I knew, Zeke had thrown a cup of water in my face. I sputtered awake, and realized I was tied to a chair in the brothers' filthy cabin. There was a fire roaring in the huge fireplace. Tara was tied to a chair next to me. Zeke grabbed my hair and pulled me to look at him.

"Sorry I had to knock you out, kid, but you just wasn't cooperatin' and you was gettin' real annoyin'. I thought you might like to join our little party, but I guess you're just gonna have to sit there and watch the fun. We're gonna keep you real comfortable, though. The fire's makin' it nice and cozy in here, and Ox is cookin' up some real nice grub for all of us. I'm gonna go help him. When dinner's ready, we'll untie you so you and the pretty one here can get your bellies nice and full. I'd be happy to share some of that fine moonshine with you, then we'll get the real party started." He checked the ropes holding Tara and me to the chairs. "Now don't go nowhere, hear?" He belly-laughed, pleased with his own joke, and left the room.

Tara said, "I thought you'd never wake up! Seth, you have to get us out of here. I'm terrified. I think Zeke is planning to rape me! Do something!"

"In case you haven't noticed, Tara, I'm tied up just like you are. What do you expect me to do?"

"I don't know, Seth. Think of something, please. I'm begging you. You have to save me," she cried, miserably.

I had long since convinced myself that I didn't like this girl, but seeing her so terrified and helpless touched me deeply. I also realized that these two Neanderthals probably weren't going to just rape Tara and then let us go so we could report it to the authorities. I didn't know exactly where we were, but I knew the area fairly well from hunting around here when I was in high school. If they threw us out into the storm, we would probably freeze to death before we got help, and if they kept us here, they would probably kill us both.

"Tara," I said, "I need you to calm down so you can help me."

"How can I help you?" she moaned.

"I was knocked out when Zeke threw me against your car. The last thing I remember was hearing you scream, and the next thing I knew we were sitting here tied up. You have to tell me everything that happened while I was unconscious. Try to remember every detail. Maybe something will help us to plan our escape."

Tara was trembling. She attempted to wipe her eyes against her shoulders, and she forced herself to breath deeply, trying to gather herself. "OK, I'm trying to replay the whole thing in my mind. Let me get it all in order."

Sounding a little calmer now, Tara said, "OK. The scream you heard was from me watching Zeke pick you up and throw you like a rag doll. Then Ox dragged me out of the car and held me in a bear hug so tight I thought he was going to crush me to death. He picked me up and kissed me. I thought I was going to vomit in his mouth. Then he put me down and held me tightly, but not painfully. I couldn't have escaped him, but he wasn't hurting me. He put one finger under my chin and raised my face to look at him. He smiled at me with a vacant look and told me he thought I was pretty. Then he apologized to me for scaring me and for Zeke having hurt you, since he thought you seemed like a nice guy. He said Zeke was mean, and that he thought Zeke was crazy. Zeke was busy tying you up and making room in the back of the Jeep to put you in, so he wasn't paying any attention to us. It dawned on me that he was actually afraid of Zeke.

"I asked him if Zeke was mean to him. He said Zeke was always mean and that he didn't like it. I started to get the idea that if I was nice to him, I might be able to actually get him on our side.

"I asked him, 'How do you feel when Zeke is mean to you?'

"Ox said, 'It makes me feel bad. It makes me sad. Sometimes I get real mad at him.'

"I gave him a sympathetic look and said, 'What do you do then? Do you tell him to stop? Do you tell him how you feel?'

"He said, 'Oh no, Miss Tara, I couldn't do that. He'd be even meaner to me. He'd hit me. Zeke's a real bad man and he can get real mad. Once, he killed a man who was hunting near our cabin. He just sneaked up behind him, and kicked him real hard. The man dropped his rifle and fell. Zeke rolled him over, sat on his chest and looked at the man right in the eye. He told him no one hunts on this land but us. Then he took the man's hunting knife and slit his throat. Zeke made me bury the man in the woods. He didn't have to do that to the man, Miss Tara. He's just mean and crazy.'

"I said, 'That's horrible, Ox. Do you think he would do that to you?'

"Ox thought a moment and said, 'I don't think he'd kill me. He likes to have me do stuff for him. I think he likes to have me around to do all his dirty work for him.'

"I said to him, 'Then just tell him off when he's mean to you. If he hits you, hit him back. You're a big, muscular guy. If he really decides to make a fight out of it, I know you could beat the shit out of him. I know it would be hard for you, since I can tell you're a really nice guy, but you have to stand up for yourself.'

"Ox just looked at me and said, 'Do you really think I'm nice? I really like it when you say things like that to me. I really like you, Miss Tara.' "

Tara continued, "By that time, Zeke had finished loading you and the rest of his stuff into the wagon. He looked over at us and yelled, 'What the fuck are you doing standing there and talking, retard? Get the bitch in the back seat with you and don't let her try anything. It's time to get home and start our party.' Then he laughed that cruel laugh of his.

"I think we drove about two miles to get to this cabin. Zeke had the radio on listening to some hick station and wasn't paying any attention to Ox and me in the back seat. Ox was hanging on to me so I couldn't move, but he was being really gentle. I said to him, 'Just remember what we talked about. You're a nice guy, Merle, and you shouldn't let him be mean to you or anyone else anymore.'

"He gave me a surprised look and said, 'Why did you call me Merle? Zeke always calls me Ox.'

"I put on my best kind smile and said, 'Merle is a nice name. It fits you. It sounds strong, but kind, just like you are. Ox is just the name Zeke uses to make fun of you and to be mean to you.'

"Tara, are you nuts?" I said. "You almost sound like you like this beast!"

She replied, "I feel really sorry for him. When I was in high school my Mom made me do volunteer work at the children's hospital that is affiliated with her hospital. Some of kids were brain-damaged from birth or childhood trauma. They functioned on a really low level, but in some way, I got to like them. Merle reminds me of them. A lot of those kids are going to grow up to be like him. Plus, we can use any ally we can come up with at this point."

"Do you think he'd really help us?" I asked.


Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 01



"I don't know, but it's worth a shot."

"But Tara, he's going to rape you."

"Zeke is going to rape me, but somehow, I'm not sure Merle will. And if we can make Merle realize how wrong that would be, maybe he'll try to stop it."

"I only hope you're right. If we can escape, we'll run back to my truck and drive off."

Tara said, "I don't think that will work. The snow must be almost a foot and a half deep by now, and the wind is really strong. I can't walk that far without freezing to death. Zeke was probably right about your truck not being able to get far on these roads. His Jeep had to struggle to get over some downed trees to get here. This is a really bad storm, Seth."

I was starting to get hopeful. "If we can get out of the cabin, I can try to hot-wire Zeke's Jeep. I've had to hot wire cars before to get them to the shop."

"Seth, you won't have to! I just remembered that when we got here, I saw that Zeke left the keys in the ignition!"

Zeke bellowed as he came into the room, "Grub's ready!" He was carrying a big kettle. Ox was behind him with four dirty, mismatched bowls, some spoons, and a big jug.

"My kid brother here may be dumb as a stone, but he's a real good cook. This here's venison stew. We hunt or grow most of our own food up here. About the only time we leave these woods is to sell our moonshine and hides and go into the village about ten miles down the road to buy the stuff we can't get ourselves. That's where we was comin' from when we found you. Ain't that right, stupid?" Zeke said, glancing at his brother.

"Don't talk to me like that Zeke," Ox said. "That makes me mad."

Zeke ignored his brother, but Tara and I saw the look on Ox's face. He looked a little pissed.

"Well," Zeke said, "I guess you two kids ain't gonna be able to eat if you're tied up over there. Ox, carry them over to the table and untie their hands. Don't untie anything else though. I ain't sure they have the manners to accept our hospitality. And just to be sure we understand each other, I think I'll just get my old six-shooter here to keep me company. He walked over to a shelf and picked up a gun, checked the chambers, and stuck in his belt.

Ox came over to us and untied our hands. When he leaned over Tara, she whispered to him, "Don't let him be mean to you, Merle. Remember what we talked about."

When we were positioned at the table, Zeke started serving heaping bowls of the stew. Tara said, "I'm really not hungry. I don't want any."

"Now see, that's just what I was talking about. Your manners ain't so good. We took you in from that storm, got your wet coats and boots off you, thawed you out in front of this nice fire, and cooked you up a nice meal." He pulled his gun out and pointed it at her. "Now you be a nice little girl and say you're sorry to my brother here. He worked hard to make this stew for you."

Tara looked at Ox and said, "I didn't mean to offend you, Merle. I'm sure it will be delicious."

"Merle?" Zeke said. "Ain't that sweet, Ox? I think little missy here likes you."

"Well, I like her too, Zeke," Ox said.

"Oh do you now? That's so cute. I bet you'll like her a lot better when you're gettin' sloppy seconds from her after I finish fuckin' her brains out," Zeke laughed.

He turned and looked at me and his ugly smile disappeared. "Don't you get no dumb ideas, kid. Me and my brother are gonna have a lot of fun with this little sweetie over here, and you ain't gonna do nuthin' to stop it. If you're a good boy, though, I'll let you watch. I bet she looks real nice when she's taking a real man's cock in her."

The gun waving in my face did a good job of convincing me that it was in my best interests to be quiet. I noticed that Ox was looking very upset with the things his brother was saying.

"OK," Zeke said. "Eat up. Ox, you and me are gonna need some energy so we can fuck her all night, and little blondie here is gonna need some good grub in her to have the strength to cum as much as she will getting' screwed by two real men. You, too, kid, fill that belly of yours. We aim to please our guests."

The stew actually was very good. I was surprised at how much I was able to eat, being scared half shitless by what had already happened to us and by what might happen later. Even Tara managed to eat. I hoped she had realized that she would need her strength to be able to survive whatever was coming.

Zeke soon started taking swigs out of the jug. "Damn, Ox, this may be the best batch of moonshine you've made yet. Have some!"

Ox took a small swallow, and passed the jug to me.

"Drink up, boy. Don't go offendin' your hosts."

I took a small swallow. It tasted like almost pure grain alcohol.

"Girlie, have a drink," Zeke said. "You need to get in a party mood."

Tara took the jug and took a tiny sip. She sputtered and choked, and her face got bright red. When she recovered, she gasped, "My God, that stuff is strong. It tastes like gasoline!"

Zeke roared with laughter. "Yeah, it's a little stronger than the fine wines and double-malt aged scotch you're probably used to drinkin'. But I tell you, honey, it's damn good shit." He grabbed the jug back from her and took a long pull. I honestly didn't know how he could do it.

We had all finished eating. Zeke got up and took the kettle back into the kitchen. When he came back out, he grabbed our bowls and took them out too.

Ox looked at us and said quietly, "Zeke's getting' kinda drunk. He can get real mean when he's drunk."

I whispered to Ox, "He's real mean when he's not drunk."

Ox nodded, but said, "Not like he can be when's he's hittin' the moonshine hard. Don't do nuthin' to piss him off. That's why I ain't drinkin' much. I gotta have my wits about me if he decides to hurt you two."

Zeke came back and flopped in his chair. "Everyone needs an after dinner drink before we get to the best part of the party, namely fuckin' the shit out of this purty little college girl here. Ox, you'd best have another drink or two. You too, girl. You're gonna get laid here, and you wanna be nice and loosened up so you can really enjoy it. Boy, you ain't gonna get your rocks off, but you might as well get drunk!"

Zeke took another big swallow from the jug and passed it to his brother. He was leering at Tara when Ox took the jug, so he didn't see that Ox tilted the jug, but didn't actually drink. Ox passed the jug to me with a wink, so I did the same thing he had done. I made sure to make a face when I set the jug down, to look like I had just swallowed a big gulp of the strong drink.

"Ox," Zeke said, "we're gonna do her here on the floor in front of the fireplace. Real romantic-like." He put the jug in front of Tara. Feed her some of that stuff and tie up the kid here. Turn his chair so he has a real good view. I gotta piss."

As Zeke was getting up, Tara picked up the jug. Zeke grinned at her and turned away. Tara did the same thing Ox and I had just done, not actually drinking. She then made the same choking and hacking sounds she had made before. "Good girl," Zeke yelled as he left the room.

Ox came over to me. "I gotta tie you up Seth, but I ain't makin' the knots tight. You should be able to work them loose in a couple of minutes. Just don't let Zeke see you."

He finished with the rope and turned my chair so I was facing the floor where Zeke had indicated he was going to rape Tara.

Zeke was back in no time. "It's stopped snowing and the wind's died down some. If anyone needs to use the facilities, there's a privy out back. It's damn cold out there, though, so you can just use the bucket near the back door like I did. Don't get any foolish notions. One of us will take you there and make sure you just do your business and come back.

"Now, Ox, you untie our little fuck-toy here. It's time to have some fun."

Ox untied Tara and helped her out of her chair. Zeke pulled a chair next to me and sat down. He gave me his evil, ugly smile and said, "How good do know this girl, kid? Ever fuck her?"

"No," I said, trying not to choke on the fumes of his breath.

"Ever seen her naked?"

"No."

"Well you ain't gonna fuck her tonight, neither, but you're gonna see a hell of a show. Time to strip for us baby," he called to Tara. "Do it real nice and sexy slow. I wanna get a real good look at you before I decide whether I'm gonna fuck your pussy, your ass, or your mouth first."

Tara just stood there in the middle of the room. She was crying again. It broke my heart. Ox was standing near her with his head down. Fat lot of help he is, I thought to myself. How can I stop this?

"You gonna stand there cryin' like a little girl," Zeke roared, or are you gonna give us a show?"

Tara was trembling with fear.

"Maybe I can persuade you, sweetheart," Zeke said, pulling his gun out of his belt. He cocked it and put it against my head.

"Zeke, don't kill him," Ox said.

"Why the fuck not, moron?" Sooner or later I'm gonna kill both of them. Are you so damn simple that you think I'm gonna let them walk out of here and go tell the sheriff what we did to them? Hell no, I'm gonna shoot him now if she don't get naked. If she starts actin' like she's in the party mood she should be in, I'll be as good as my word and let him watch while we fuck her. When we're done with her, I'll shoot both of them. We'll throw 'em outside so they don't stink up the place, and when the snow melts some, you'll bury 'em."

"I ain't gonna let you do that, Zeke," Ox said.

"You stupid fuck, Ox, you'll do what I say or I'll kill you too. Now Missy, on with the show, unless you wanna see college boy here get his head blowed off."

"Please don't shoot him!" Tara cried. I'll do what you say."

"That's the party spirit!" Zeke gave me an evil smile and said to me, "Here's your chance to see some fine pussy, kid. Seems like the least I can do for you before you die." He still had the gun against my head.

Tara took her socks off and started to pull her sweater over her head.

"Do it nice and slow girl. And dance for me while you strip, like one of them high-class show girls." Zeke looked at me again and said, "This is gonna be real nice!"

Tara started swaying her hips and forced a smile at Zeke. She slowly lifted her sweater, showing her smooth, flat tummy. She turned her back to us and stuck her pretty ass out at us as she pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it away from her. Then she turned to face us again, covering the cups of her lacy bra with her hands.

"Keep goin' baby. I wanna see your tits," Zeke said.

Tara slowly slipped her hands off her bra-covered breasts and rubbed slowly and sensuously down her belly and back up her sides. She pulled her bra straps off her shoulders and slowly lowered the bra until it was barely covering her nipples. She turned away from us again and, while grinding her hips, unclasped her bra and tossed it on top of her sweater. She turned around again with her hands hiding her breasts. She began massaging them and licking her lips. Then she put her hands on her hips, exposing what I have to say were the nicest boobs I had seen in a long time. She started thrusting her pelvis at us and tweaking and pinching her nipples until they were very erect.

Zeke let out a long, low whistle and turned to me. "Hot damn, boy! Look at them tits! Nice and firm, big enough to look real womanly, but not big enough to sag. Tell me them jugs don't give you a hard on, kid?" He was cackling and slapping his knee, but he still had the gun at my head.

Ox had started looking at her too. It was obvious he liked what he saw, but he looked really upset at the same time. "That's enough, Zeke. Don't make her get naked."

"Oh fuck you, retard," Zeke said, still laughing. If you ain't man enough to fuck her, I'll do it for you! Loose those pants, girl! On with the show!"

Tara looked at me hard and started slowly rubbing her wrists. I couldn't figure out what she was doing at first, but then I realized that she wanted me to untie myself. Her slow striptease was meant to give me the time to get myself loose. I nodded slowly at her and she flashed me a big smile. Zeke thought it was meant for him.

Tara un-buttoned her jeans and started to work them down her hips. When she got them down far enough that we could see the top of her thong, she turned around again. She slowly worked them down, exposing the most beautiful tight ass I had ever seen. Sensuously slowly, she lowered them to the floor and kicked them over with the rest of her clothes. She stayed bent over and made a big show of shaking her ass in our direction. Poor Ox was standing there, trying not to look at her, but failing miserably.

Zeke, meanwhile, was practically wiggling out of his chair. He was stroking himself through his pants. Even though he still had his gun pointed at my head, he was too engrossed in the show to notice that I was making slow progress on the rope tying my hands behind me.

Tara turned back toward us and started rubbing her hands up and down her body. She played with her tits some more, making her pretty little nipples hard again. Zeke didn't seem to notice, but she was staring at me the whole time. She kept this up for a minute or so, then stuck two fingers of her one hand in her mouth and started sucking on them, closing her eyes and tilting her head back like she was getting really hot. Then she looked in our direction again and slid her fingers under the top of her lacy little thong. She was playing with herself, which was driving Zeke wild. I have to admit I had trouble concentrating on getting my hands loose, because I was totally turned on, too. It really seemed like the show was for my benefit. Too bad I doubted that I would live to do anything more than look at her.

Tara was panting and moaning now. Whether she was actually excited, or was just a good actress, I couldn't tell. She pulled her fingers back out of her thong and plunged them deep in her mouth, sucking on them. Then she turned around again and slipped the thong off and added it to rest of her clothes. Zeke and I could clearly see her pussy lips between the backs of her thighs.

She turned back to us with her hands hiding her sex. Not letting us really see, she started to finger herself. In different circumstances, I probably would have cum in my pants. Instead, I forced myself to concentrate on my ropes.

Tara moved her one hand up to fondle and twist her nipples, finally allowing us to see her plunging two fingers into her clean-shaven pussy. Zeke had finally had enough. He undid his pants and pulled out a huge, dripping cock and started rubbing it hard. "My God, baby, I'm gonna fuck you until the sun comes up," he said. He laid his gun on the table and walked over to her.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Ox yelled. "I ain't gonna let you do it." Never looking away from Tara, Zeke back-handed Ox so hard he knocked him to the floor. He walked up to Tara and grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head down. "See this baby?" he growled. This cock is for you. I'm gonna fuck all your holes, twice if I can manage it. Hell, I ain't gonna have to shoot you when I'm done. I'm just gonna fuck you to death!" He let go of her hair and moved a step backward to her could stare at her.

Tara had dropped her sexy act and was looking like she might faint. Then she started screaming.

Ox was struggling to his feet, obviously stunned by Zeke having knocked him down. "Stay away from her Zeke. I'm warnin' you. If you try to rape her, I'm gonna kill you."

"You ain't gonna do shit," Zeke snapped at him, and punched him hard in the mouth. Ox dropped to the floor again, blood pouring from his mouth. Then Zeke grabbed Tara and started grinding himself against her, mauling her tits with his huge, filthy hands. "Get ready to get tore up, you little slut. You're gonna find out what a real man's cock feels like.

I was desperate. I still hadn't freed my hands and I was going crazy. If only I could get a hand free, I would grab the gun and empty it into that animal.

Zeke pushed Tara to the floor and dropped on top of her. He was kissing her with his disgusting mouth and cramming one of his fat fingers inside her. "Do you like that bitch? Is it making you hot? Wait until you feel this!" He raised himself off of her, grabbed his monstrous cock, and started rubbing it against her outer pussy lips. Tara was hysterical, screaming and crying.

Just as Zeke was about to enter her, Ox sat up. He grabbed a piece of firewood and smashed it against the back of Zeke's head. Zeke let out a howl of pain and rage and rolled off of Tara. She scrambled to her feet and ran over to me.

"You're dead, motherfucker!" Zeke roared at Ox and lunged at him. They grappled on the floor, punching and trying to strangle each other. Even though Ox was bigger, stronger, and younger than his brother, he was having trouble beating him. I was starting to doubt that Ox was going to be able to overpower his brother, which meant that Tara and I were as good as dead. "My hands, Tara, my hands!" I said to her. I had to get that gun!

The brothers were still beating the shit out of each other, grunting like two gorillas fighting to the death. Suddenly, Zeke bit Ox on the ear, tearing it half way off. Ox screamed in pain. This gave Zeke the opportunity to get to his feet. He grabbed the fireplace poker and stood over Ox, letting him see it.

Ox looked at Zeke with mortal fear in his eyes. Then he looked at Tara. "I'm sorry Miss Tara. I'm so sorry. I did what you said, but I wasn't good enough. I love you, Miss Tara.

Zeke laughed at Ox, and then plunged the fireplace poker deep into Ox's chest. Ox grabbed the poker and looked like he was going to try to pull it out. Blood was spurting from his chest around the shaft of the poker. Ox went limp and was still.

Zeke was obviously injured. He turned unsteadily toward the table and looked at me with crazed rage on his bloody face. "You're next, wimp. You die right here, right now."

"I don't think so, you son a bitch." Tara had finally gotten my hands free, although my ankles were still tied to the chair. I was pointing the gun at Zeke. He threw his head back and laughed a maniacal laugh. "You don't have the balls, kid." He started to move toward me. I shot him in the shoulder. He roared like a wounded bear, but didn't go down. Instead, he used his good arm to rip the poker out of Ox's body and started moving toward me.

"If you stop right there, Zeke, I'll let you live," I yelled at him.

"Fuck you, college boy!" Zeke spat at me and continued moving toward me. I shot him in the leg. This time, Zeke fell over on his back, a few feet away from me.

Tara untied my legs and I stood up, moving a safe distance from him, still pointing the gun at him. "Last chance, Zeke, I said." Zeke glowered at me, screaming obscenities.

Never taking my eyes off the monster on the floor, I said. "Tara, get dressed. Put on your coat and boots and bring me mine. We're out of here."

She quickly got dressed and brought me my heavy outerwear. I said to her, "Do you know how to shoot a gun? Cover him while I get dressed. If he moves, shoot him until he stops."

Tara had a look on her face of total hatred and loathing. "Shooting him seems too good for him," she said as she took the gun from me.

I grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed for the weather outside.

"You kids still ain't gonna get out of here. There's too much snow and too many trees down. I know these woods like the back of my hand. If you ain't froze to death, I'll hunt you down and rip you apart with my bare hands.

This time it was Tara who laughed. She still holding the gun, she grabbed the jug of moonshine. She threw it on the floor, smashing it. Then she took a kerosene lantern off a shelf, opened it, and dumped the contents all over Zeke.

"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?" Zeke said, the first twinge of fear showing in his eyes.




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 01



"Zeke," she said, "you're going to die here. Shooting is too good for you, so I'm going to prepare you for the fires of Hell you'll spend eternity in. Seth, get the Jeep started. The floor slopes a little toward the fireplace and I want to make sure the fuel is flowing in the right direction."

Stunned, I opened the door and went to the Jeep. It started right up. I was glad to see that it had almost a full tank of gas. I looked back to see Tara walking out the door and closing it behind her. As she opened the door to the Jeep, I could here Zeke bellowing with rage and fear. Suddenly his voice changed to screams as a strong light appeared in the cabin window. Tara closed the car door and said, "Drive."



Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 02



I wrote this story and originally submitted it to another site.  I have made a few slight revisions to the story before posting it here.  Enjoy!

Author's note: If you're into wham-bam-thank-you-mam stories, this isn't one of them. It's an extremely long story, and you should really read my "Terror in the Snowstorm -- Part 1" story first to learn how the characters got to this point. Thank you for your indulgence. Comments are welcome, constructive criticisms will be much appreciated.

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As we started through the deep snow on the lane leading from Zeke and Merle’s cabin to the hard road, I could see the fire rapidly growing inside the cabin, through the cracked rearview mirror of Zeke’s Jeep. I knew that poor, murdered Merle’s body was being cremated, and that his brother, Zeke, was being roasted alive. The horror of the entire situation, Zeke’s attempted rape of Tara, his brutal murder of his brother Merle (who Zeke had called Ox, to make fun of his immense size and strength, along with his obviously limited mental ability), my wounding Zeke with his own gun, and Tara’s decision to torch their cabin with Zeke inside, alive, but disabled by his wounds, nearly overwhelmed me.

I could barely drive through the deep snow, torn between the urge to cry openly from my terror and exhaustion, to be physically ill, or to pray to God to thank Him for sparing us and to beg forgiveness for our own guilt at having killed a defenseless man, even though the man had proven himself to be nearly the devil incarnate. Looking over at Tara, who had actually been the one to cause Zeke’s death, didn’t help me. She was sitting stiffly in her seat, staring straight ahead through dead-looking eyes, her face frozen into an unreadable mask.

When we reached the hard road, I turned toward home, hoping that Zeke’s monster Jeep would be able to get us through the deep snowdrifts and over the trees that had been blown down during the worst of the storm. We crawled along at a steady but slow pace, finally reaching Tara’s wrecked car, which is where our whole nightmare had begun. I stopped the Jeep I had stolen from Zeke so we could retrieve Tara’s purse and luggage, along with my duffle bag from my truck, all of which had been left behind when Zeke and Merle had kidnapped us. Tara was silent and expressionless the whole time. When we had gotten back in the Jeep and resumed our slow progress toward home, she broke the silence.

“I killed a man, Seth. I burned him alive. He would have raped me if poor Merle hadn’t stopped him. He would have killed us both when he was done using my body. He laughed as he murdered his own brother. He deserved to die. He was a monster. We could have escaped after you wounded him, but I killed him. What happens now? Am I a murderer? Am I any better than he was? Will I go to prison? Will I go to Hell for this? Worse still, will I have dragged you down with me?” She began to sob quietly, pitifully, tucking herself into almost a fetal position on the seat next to me.

I drove in silence, not knowing what to say to her. My emotions were so mixed up that I couldn’t decide if she was, in fact, a cold-blooded killer, or if her actions could be excused by the inconceivable horror of the entire situation and the mortal fear that Zeke had caused in both of us. I had shot the bastard twice, but I was at peace with that. I had been prepared to empty his gun into him just to prevent him from raping Tara, but I had been tied up and could not get my hands free.

After Merle had attacked Zeke to stop him just as he had been ready to begin raping Tara, she had untied me and I had grabbed the gun, but I didn’t fire it. When Zeke had overpowered Merle and had killed him, I threatened Zeke with the gun. Zeke lunged at me with the same fireplace poker he had used to murder his brother, so I shot him twice to disable him. I was prepared to take Tara and flee the scene, knowing that Zeke would probably have bled to death before we could have sent police and medical personnel to his cabin, but I was comfortable with that. His death would, technically, have been at my hands, but I felt that, morally and legally, it was a killing in self-defense and in the defense of another. Tara’s dumping moonshine and kerosene all over him, knowing that it would trickle toward the fireplace and incinerate him alive was, perhaps, another matter.

The miles passed slowly on the drifted, tree- and branch-strewn woodland road. Tara and I were each lost in our own agonized thoughts. As we passed through the small town where I assumed Zeke and Merle had sold their hides and moonshine, I was acutely aware that we would have been seen as fugitives from justice if the stolen Jeep we were driving were recognized, but no one seemed to see us as we crept through the dark town. When we were back in the woods moving toward our home towns, Tara finally spoke again.

“Seth, stop the Jeep. Find a place to pull over and stop. We need to talk.”

I saw an abandoned gas station, and stopped behind it, hidden from the road. I stopped the engine and turned the lights out.

“Seth, should we call the fire department? What if the cabin has started a forest fire?”

“I think that’s pretty unlikely, Tara. There’s so much snow out here that the likelihood of the fire spreading is almost nothing. The cabin will probably burn to the ground, but it’s so isolated that no one may even have spotted the fire. When someone finally does find it, all they’ll find is two badly charred bodies in the rubble. Even if they find the bullet wounds in Zeke, there will be no way to know who fired the gun. All our fingerprints will have been destroyed by the fire. They’ll probably figure that mean old Zeke finally pushed his brother too hard, that they fought, and killed each other. If they really investigate, they’ll find the broken moonshine jug and the kerosene lamp, which will probably have been broken when the roof fell in, and they’ll assume the fire was accidental.”

“Should we go to the police and tell them what happened?” Tara asked.

“That’s your call, Tara. I understand why Zeke had to die. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I will abide by whatever decision you make. If you feel you need to tell your story to the authorities, you may be able to justify your actions and avoid any trouble. You may also be able to get your father to use his influence to help you or to get you the legal help you may need. But really, I think that the only evidence of us having been in that cabin will have been destroyed by the fire.

I continued, "Our vehicles are abandoned at least two miles from the cabin, and the storm has covered any footprints and tire tracks that would show that we were picked up and taken to the cabin in the first place. We can come up with a story about having been picked up by some kind-hearted stranger who dropped us near one of our homes. The only problem that I can see is that we’re driving Zeke’s Jeep.”

“Oh, no, Seth! You’re right, the Jeep will incriminate us. Even if we abandon it, it will be found. People will wonder why it isn’t at the cabin if Zeke and Merle are. We’re still incriminated!” Sara moaned. 

“It doesn’t have to be found,” I said. “Through the garage I work at, I’ve learned of a few, shall we say, interesting people who could make it disappear permanently. If I can get the Jeep to them before it’s spotted, we should be home free. The disappearance of the Jeep from the cabin will probably make people suspect that Zeke and Merle didn’t kill each other. They’ll assume that a third party was involved, but with Merle’s description of Zeke’s behavior, it’s not hard to believe that he may have made enough enemies in his life to have given someone a reason to kill him and steal his Jeep.”

Tara was fumbling in her purse for her phone. “Damn, I still don’t have reception. Get back on the road and head for home. As soon as I can, I’ll call my Dad. Even though his law practice is corporate, he knows a lot of people. Discrete people. Influential people. Some pretty disreputable people too. I remember that one of his clients was rumored to have some questionable business interests in some companies that were suspected to be silent backers of some car theft rings and chop shops. Let’s drive straight to my house. Daddy may have some ideas of how to get rid of this car without any trace leading back to us.”

It was about eighty miles from Zeke’s cabin to Tara’s house. The storm was over now. We emerged from the wooded, hilly area into a stretch of flatter farm-land. Apparently, the winds had been much milder here, since there was little drifting, and the snow was only about a foot deep. This was easy going for Zeke’s mountain-man Jeep, but we were the only vehicle moving. Even the snowplows hadn’t yet gotten to this country road. It was about 3am when Tara was finally able to call her house.

Her Dad answered on the first ring. “Daddy, it’s Tara. I’m safe and on the way home. A friend of mine from school is driving me to the house. We should be there in less than two hours. But Daddy, we need your help. Something really bad happened, but I won’t tell you about it on the phone. I need to discuss it with you face to face. Part of the problem is the vehicle we’re driving. It doesn’t belong to either of us. Daddy, listen to me. It’s a long story, but this vehicle has to be hidden. What? Yes Daddy, we took it. Daddy, stop yelling at me! I’m sorry, but I have to tell you the whole story for you to understand. Please, Daddy, please don’t yell at me! I’ll explain everything when we get home. I need your help. Should we drive straight to the house, or do you have someplace else to park it? Daddy, I know, I know, but please, you have to help me. I’ll explain everything when we get home. OK, we’ll just keep heading for home while I wait for you to call me back. I love you, Daddy.” She closed her phone.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He’s way pissed, but I could tell he’s scared for me, too. Daddy and I love and respect each other. He knows I would never be in a stolen car without a damn good reason. He’s making phone calls right now. He said he’d call me back within the hour to tell us whether to head home or to go somewhere else to hide the car and get picked up.”

I figured that, at the rate we were going, it would take at least an hour and a half to get to the part of Tara's town where I believed she lived. Even if we drove straight to her house, it would still be dark, which would make it less likely that we would be seen. Besides, I was pretty sure Zeke’s Jeep had never been this close to real civilization.

We drove in silence for a long time, still not seeing a soul. The ring of Tara’s cell was startlingly loud. “Daddy? We’re about 5 miles from home. Uh-huh, yes, I can find the place. Yes, I can give Seth directions to get there. OK, third overhead door from the left on the back of the building. The man will bring us to our house? OK, we’ll tell you the whole story when we get home. Thank you, Daddy. And thank you for believing in me. I know you’ll understand when you hear what happened. I love you, Daddy.”

With Tara’s directions, we made our way to a run-down warehouse district. A gate was open in the rusty chain link fence, and a single set of tire tracks led to the back of the building. We drove inside and stopped the Jeep. The overhead door closed behind us and we were in the dark. Suddenly, lights came on, and we could see a man walking toward us. We got out of the Jeep as he approached.

“Get all of your possessions out and follow me,” he said. We walked behind him, and he opened a pedestrian door to the outside, leading us toward an SUV. He loaded our stuff in the back, opened the back door for us, and motioned us to get inside. Without a word, he got in and drove us through the gate we had used to enter the property.

Immediately, several snow plows came around the corner, drove through the gate, and began to remove the tire tracks made by Zeke’s Jeep and the SUV we were in. In silence, the man drove us to Tara’s house. He drove to the back of the house, actually a huge mansion, and we were immediately met by a man in a vest and tie, who hurried us into the back entrance and took our outerwear.

“Miss, Suzette and I will get your things and your friend’s things from the driver. Sir, my name is Lawrence. I am the butler. Suzette is the maid, whom you may happen to meet later. Miss, your parents are in your father’s study. If I may be so forward, I must inform you that they are not in a good mood.”

I had never been inside a house anything like this. I couldn’t help gawking at the sheer size of the place and the luxury of the furnishings as we walked. Tara said, “Let me do all the talking. Please don’t say anything unless my parents or I ask you to. And for God’s sake, quit looking like an awe-struck tourist!”

Tara opened one of the double doors into her father’s study, and I walked in behind her. Her father was an imposing-looking man, immaculately dressed in an expensive-looking suit, even at 5 in the morning. He was sitting behind a massive oak desk when we entered the room. Her mother, a stunning woman who must have been close to fifty years old, also expensively dressed, was sitting in a large leather chair next to the desk. Her father said, “We’re listening, young lady. We need to know exactly what happened. And who the hell is this?”

“Daddy, Mom, this is Seth Johnson, a friend of mine from college. Seth, my father, Joshua Hawthorne, III and my mother, Amanda Hawthorne, MD.”

In a very clipped and stern tone, Tara’s father said, “Sit down, Seth. You too, Tara. I can hardly wait to hear your excuse for having stolen a car!”

Tara told her parents the whole story, leaving almost nothing out. The only thing she didn’t explain was what the relationship had been between us on campus. As she spoke, her parents listened intently, stopping her several times to get her to clarify some details. The longer Tara talked, the less angry and more concerned her parents seemed to be. At the end of Tara’s story, they stood up and went over to Tara. She stood up, and they grabbed her, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair. “My poor baby girl,” her father said quietly. I’m so sorry this had to happen to you. I just thank God you’re safe here at home.” Her mother, dabbing her eyes with a hankie, said, “We love you, honey. We’ll do everything we can to make sure that you’re protected. You did nothing wrong. You did what you had to do.”

Her father turned to me. “Son,” he said, taking my hand in both of his, “I don’t know how to thank you for everything you did to try to protect my little girl. You’re a very brave and fine young man. My wife and I are forever in your debt.”

Tara’s mother came over to me, looked deep into my eyes, and then threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. She started to cry, holding me tight. “Thank you for being there for our baby. She is very lucky to have a friend as wonderful as you.” After a few moments, she pulled away and stood next to her husband, holding his hand tightly.

Tara’s father said, “You two must be exhausted. Tara, Suzette has unpacked your things and drawn you a bath. Seth, I will ring Lawrence. He has put your things into one of the guest rooms and has furnished the bathroom with anything you should need to be able to freshen up from your ordeal. I have a number of items to attend to regarding this matter. Suzette and Lawrence will call you in time for you to have lunch at one this afternoon. Hopefully, I will be able to put your minds at ease about the difficult details of this situation when my wife and I join you for the meal. Oh, and Seth, give Lawrence your parents’ phone number, so he may call them to let them know you are all right and will be staying the day and evening with us. He will only tell them that you had difficulty with the storm and are at a friend’s family’s house. You can call them this afternoon to tell them whatever else you want them to know.”

Lawrence knocked on my door at noon. By the time I had gotten showered and changed into the silk pajamas Lawrence had provided for me, I was so exhausted that I had simply collapsed on the king-sized bed in my suite. I felt like I had been asleep for only a few minutes when Lawrence’s polite knock sounded on my door. “What is it?” I said through my fog.

Lawrence answered through the door, “Mr. Hawthorne instructed me to wake you at noon, sir. May I come in to assist you, sir?”

“Sure, come on in, Lawrence, though I don’t know what help I would need, other than to get my sorry ass out of bed.”

“Sir,” Lawrence replied, “I will gladly help you to your feet if you so desire. However, what I had really intended to assist you with is selection of your attire for your late luncheon with the Hawthornes.” As he came into the room, he pulled behind him a large, wheeled clothes rack with three sport coat and dress slacks combinations, two suits, a variety of shirts and ties, five pairs of shoes, and numerous packages of underwear and socks.

“What’s all this, Lawrence?”

“Sir, in the Hawthorne household, everyone dresses appropriately when a guest is invited for a meal. I spoke to Dr. Hawthorne, since I knew you had only casual clothing with you, and she instructed me to have some items delivered in your size. I do hope you will find them to you liking. For breakfast, it is appropriate to wear a simple shirt and slacks. Luncheon usually calls for a sport coat and tie. At dinnertime, a proper suit is usually expected. If you would not mind, I will select a luncheon ensemble which I believe will be pleasing to you and will make the proper presentation to the family.”

Obviously, I really didn’t know how the other half lived. The clothes all looked great, but way out of my league. “Knock yourself out Lawrence. My usual clothing selection involves jeans and a t-shirt. Pick out something you think will look good. I’m going to grab a shower and a shave.”

“Excellent, sir. I shall return in ten minutes to assist you in your clothing selection.”

When I came out of the bathroom, having showered and shaved with the supplies Lawrence had set out before I had gone to bed, he was waiting in the bedroom. “You look refreshed, sir. Are you feeling well?”

“Lawrence, I’d feel a lot better with about eight hours more sleep. But, I’m anxious to hear more about what Tara’s Mom and Dad have to say about what happened to us. Also, I’m hungry as hell. What do you think I should wear for lunch?”

“Sir, may I suggest the ensemble I have laid out on the bed? If I may offer my opinion, these clothes have a casually dressy appearance which should be well received by the Hawthorne’s.”

I dressed as Lawrence puttered about the suite, replacing the used towels in the bathroom, and hanging my other new clothes in a closet. He brought in all the clothes that had been in my duffle bag, but which were now laundered and pressed, and put them away neatly in dresser drawers. When I was ready to put on my necktie, he said, “I would gladly assist you with that if you like, sir.”

“Sure, that would be great, Lawrence.”

When he was done, I put on the sport coat. “You look fabulous sir!” Lawrence said. “Please take a look in the wardrobe mirror.”

I checked my appearance in the mirror and had to agree. “How did you manage to get clothes for me that fit me this well?” I asked.

“Sir, I used to be co-owner of an exclusive men’s clothing store in town. My contribution to the business had been my sense of style and my eye for fit. My partner’s contribution had been primarily his business acumen. Mr. Hawthorne had become a steady customer of ours, and purchased virtually all of his clothing from us. When my partner had succeeded in siphoning off most of the money from the business and had absconded with the funds, leaving me to face bankruptcy, liquidation of the business, and financial ruin, Mr. Hawthorne invited me and my wife Suzette to come to work for him as his butler and maid. We have been in his employ for nearly fifteen years.”




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 02



I said, “It sounds like Mr. Hawthorne did you a pretty big favor.”

“Absolutely, sir. One I can never properly repay. But he didn’t do it to enslave me and my wife. Quite to the contrary, sir. Mr. Hawthorne and Dr. Hawthorne are extremely generous people. They have helped many who are less fortunate than they, and my wife and I, along with many others, love them deeply. But make no mistake, sir. Mr. Hawthorne can be a fearsome adversary. Those who wrong either him or those he cares about wind up regretting it. But enough of that. I should allow you to form your own opinions. We have some time before I must escort you to the family dining room. May I give you a brief tour of the house, sir?”

“That sounds great, Lawrence. But please, stop calling me ‘sir’. Seth is just fine with me.”

“It would be improper for me to call you by your given name, sir, for two reasons. First, it is my position and duty to refer to all Mr. Hawthorne’s associates and guests as ‘sir’ or ‘madam’ or ‘miss.’ Second, and this is my personal reason, sir, I must confess that my wife and I love Miss Tara as though she were our own daughter. Mr. Hawthorne has told me something of what you two endured last night. I have the utmost respect for you, sir, for what you did to protect Miss Tara’s honor and, in fact, her very life. In my eyes, sir, and I suspect in the eyes of everyone in this household, you are a hero. It would be gravely inappropriate for me to address one who is a hero to me by anything less respectful than the term, ‘sir’.”

As we walked through the house, Lawrence pointed out the hallway to Tara’s parents’ suite of rooms, which included Mr. Hawthorne’s study which we had been in early this morning, the stairway to Tara’s part of the house (her ‘apartment’ as he called it), the great room, which could easily have served as a ballroom for about forty guests, and the recreational area which included a home theater room, a small video arcade, and a near-Olympic size indoor swimming pool. Through the glass walls we could also see an outdoor pool which was covered for the winter. Lawrence led me back to the kitchen area, which was a few steps from the neat little house he shared with his wife. Near that was a building which appeared to consist of some townhouse-type apartments, which Lawrence said housed the rest of the staff.

Lawrence then escorted me into the family dining room. Tara’s mother was already there. When she saw me, she got up and came over to me, hugging me like a long-lost close friend. “Seth, dear, did you sleep well? Has Lawrence taken care of your needs? You look extremely handsome today.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I said. “Yes, I slept soundly, although I may need another night’s sleep to recover fully. Lawrence provided me with everything I could possibly want, including these wonderful clothes. He is an amazing man. He told me a little of his history, which explains his taste in clothes and his ability to choose items which fit me perfectly. He also told me of his relationship with you and your husband. He has the utmost respect for the two of you.”

“As we do for him. Lawrence and his wife, Suzette, make this house run smoothly and efficiently. My husband and I both love them deeply. Speaking of my husband, he should be here in a moment. I wonder where Tara is.”

“I’m here Mom,” Tara said as she walked into the room. She was dressed in a simple pink sweater, pleated navy skirt which stopped at the top of her knees, and sensible but dressy navy shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a large silver clasp at the back of her head. The overall impression was tasteful and beautiful. She would have looked right at home in a glamour magazine spread about casual office fashion. She went and kissed her Mom on the cheek, then came over to me and hugged me tightly, kissing me on both cheeks. “Good morning, er, afternoon, Seth. My, don’t you look great today!”

At that point, Mr. Hawthorne strode into the room and gave his wife a quick, yet heartfelt peck on the lips. He then turned to Tara. “I’m so glad you’re home, Sweetie,” he said as he hugged her. Then he came over to me and shook my hand warmly. “Hello, Seth. I’m glad to see you looking more rested. I see that Lawrence’s skill with clothing is as strong as ever. You look like a man who could set any woman’s heart ablaze and who could easily win the respect of any man. I must say, young man, that you have already won my respect. You do realize that the clothes Lawrence brought you this morning are our gift to you, the first of many ways that my wife and I hope to demonstrate our gratitude to you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said. “But I want you to realize that your daughter here was, in many important ways, more instrumental in saving our lives than I was.”

“Son,” Mr. Hawthorne said, “your modesty is refreshing, but never make the mistake of selling yourself short. Modesty is an important trait, but one should take credit when it’s due. Have a seat, everyone. Let’s have lunch.”

A young woman brought us soup, salad, entree, coffee, and a light desert in perfectly timed succession. Our conversation during lunch was light, almost superficial, with Tara’s Dad grilling me on my preference in sports teams, and his wife asking Tara about her classes and exams. After the table had been cleared, Mr. Hawthorne got down to business.

“I’ve been busy on the phone this morning,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “Let me tell you what I’ve learned and what I’ve accomplished so far.

“First, the vehicle you drove to the warehouse this morning no longer exists. All identifying paperwork and personal belongings of the owner were removed and destroyed. The vehicle itself was crushed and is, by now, in the blast furnace of a scrap metal recycler I know of. That was accomplished discretely by someone who owed me a favor. He is reliable, trustworthy, to me at least, and knows that I can and will cause him to be permanently silenced with one phone call if he has been at all careless.

“Second, the weather has cleared completely along the route you took from the university to here. I know of someone who was able to trace the route by helicopter. Although the road through the forested area where your vehicles are has not yet been cleared, he has made arrangements to have both your cars flat-bedded here at the first opportunity. He located the remains of the cabin. It was virtually destroyed in the fire. There is, at this time, no evidence that anyone has been to the scene to investigate the fire, and in fact, no one in the area seems to have noticed it.

“Third, this same individual has contacts who have made discrete inquiries about your captors. It appears that they were only seen in the town nearby about two or three times a year, so their untimely end may not be discovered for several months, giving nature further opportunity to obliterate any evidence which could be useful in investigating the cause of their deaths and the fire. Besides, it seems as though their reputation in that town would not cause anyone to go looking for them. They will not be missed.

“Fourth, I have enlisted the services of a top criminal defense practice. Their firm and mine have long professional ties, and a sizeable number of favors have been exchanged between our two practices over the past several decades. The senior partner of this firm and I have been close personal friends since our fraternity days in college. He has already contacted his most trusted private investigators to research everything that can be learned about the occupants of that cabin, and he will be immediately aware of any investigation that may be launched by the authorities into the events of last night. He also has formed a committee inside his firm to formulate any defense strategies that could be needed for either of you, in the event that any suspicions should ever be raised. He already has told me that, based on your account of the events, it would be extremely unlikely that either of you could be connected in any way to those two individuals. He said he could not envision a scenario in which anyone would ever even dream that you had met those two men.

“Fifth, and I must apologize for this, I have done some research on you, Seth. I’ve learned that you are the only son of two honest, respected, hard-working, lower-income level parents. You were an honor student throughout middle school and high school. Graduated second in your class of 356 students. Lettered in football sophomore through senior years. Co-captain senior year when your team lost by one point at the state finals. Voted MVP of every major game your team played. Lost your full-ride football scholarship in the spring of your senior year when a drunk driver plowed into your car and pretty-much ruined your knee. Also lost some small academic scholarships when your family couldn’t afford the rest of the cost to send you to several good universities. Worked essentially full-time at an auto repair business near your house all through high school, after graduation worked an average of sixty hours a week for an entire year to save enough money to enter the university you’re at now.

“No one has ever known you to touch drugs. You drink sparingly on occasion, preferring to serve as the designated driver for your friends. You had several girlfriends in high school and one fairly serious relationship in your freshman year at college. You broke up with her when you found out she cheated on you. You worked like a madman last summer to earn more money for school. You do some odd jobs around school, but you haven’t been seen much outside your dorm, the classrooms, and the library. You are carrying a perfect grade-point average and are taking extra credits. You are taking a dual-major in electronics engineering and business management. Your only social life this semester involved some light social encounters with my daughter, who shut you down like the spoiled brat she can be (sorry, honey, but you know it’s true) when she found out you weren’t a rich kid like she is.

“Do I have that about correct, Seth?” Mr. Hawthorne asked.

I sat there dumbfounded. “Yes sir, that’s about it. How did you learn all that since five o’clock this morning?”

Mr. Hawthorne gave me a sly smile. “It helps to know people who know people. You’re a very interesting young man, Seth. You work hard for everything you get. You probably will go far. You also don’t hold grudges. You didn’t have to try to rescue our daughter, after she had, frankly, been such a bitch to you, but you did. I admire you. I’ve also spoken to your father on the phone. Your parents were worried sick about you, knowing how bad the blizzard was that you were driving through. When Lawrence called them this morning, they were relieved to know that you were safe, but Lawrence felt they had a lot of questions that he did not feel at liberty to answer. I called your house just before I came in here to lunch. I didn’t tell them much other than that Tara wrecked her car and that you managed to plow your way through the blizzard to bring her home to us. I’m sure they assume that you brought her here in your truck. I also told them that you were our guest here, and asked them to let you stay with us for a few days. I invited them to come here for Christmas, as a show of our gratitude for them having a son as wonderful as you. They said they would like to talk to you about it, and I promised that you would call them. Would you like to call them now, or do you want to think about all this for a while?”

“Daddy,” Tara said, “I’d like to talk to Seth alone before he calls them. Would that be OK, Seth?”

“Sure, Tara. Do you mind if we excuse ourselves, sir? Ma’am?”

“Perfectly fine with us, son,” Mr. Hawthorne said. “Take all the time you need. I have some follow-up I need to do on our ‘situation,’ anyway, and I should also do some firm-related work. Honey,” he said, turning to Tara’s mother, is that OK with you?”

Tara’s mother said, “Let’s talk about this some more at dinner, around 7:30 this evening.”

Tara and I left the dining room, and I followed her down the hall to the recreation area of the house. When we got to the pool area, we stopped, and Tara motioned for me to sit next to her on a loveseat near the pool.

“Seth, I need to know how you feel about all this.”

I asked, “What exactly are you referring to?”

“Just talk to me. First tell me how you felt last night at the cabin.”

“OK, well, terrified. I didn’t want to believe it, but I was sure those guys wanted to rape you as soon as Zeke started talking about having a ‘party.’ That’s why I stood up to him out at your car. I didn't really think I could take him in a fight, but I didn’t know what else to do. At that point, I was still mad at you for the way you treated me last semester and the way you talked to me when you were trapped in your car, but I felt a moral obligation to do whatever I could to protect you.

"When I woke up tied up in their cabin, I was desperate to do something, but couldn’t figure out what it could be. That’s why I made you tell me everything that had happened after Zeke knocked me out. I was feeling pretty hopeless, because I was sure they were going to kill us, but I couldn’t just sit there without trying to figure out some way to escape. The way you talked about Merle gave me a little hope, but when he did nothing to stop Zeke from making you strip, I figured we were doomed. I was beside myself because I just couldn’t get myself untied. I really wanted to grab that gun and put all six bullets right in Zeke’s heart. When Merle started fighting with Zeke, and you untied me, my hopes soared. I thought we could get out of there, and maybe help Merle too.

"But when Zeke murdered his own brother, I knew we in deep trouble. I shot him to disable him so we could get away, figuring that if he didn’t bleed to death, the cops would put him away for life. When you torched the cabin, I was, frankly, a little horrified at your actions, but I tried to imagine what I would have done if I had been in your place. I knew you were terrified, humiliated, and had narrowly escaped the most hideous violation a woman can experience, especially knowing that you would be killed afterward. I’m at peace now with what you did. With where your head and your heart were at the time, I’m not sure you had any choice but to do what you did.”

“Oh Seth,” Tara sobbed, “you don’t know how much that means to me. I needed to hear you say that you understood. I was in such a state of shock that I was, in some ways, unable to form rational thoughts. When Zeke rammed his fingers inside me and got ready to enter me, I sort of snapped. It was so surreal. I was almost outside of myself, experiencing the whole situation not only as a victim but also as a spectator. I don’t know how to put it into words. I guess that now I have to work on coming to grips with it, convincing myself to forgive myself for what I did. Can you ever forgive me, Seth?”

“Tara, I already have. I’m pretty sure that what you did would not even stand up in court as a prosecutable offence. I’m not the most religious person in the world, but I know that God was there, and under the circumstances, He knows that you did what had to be done, and does not blame you for your actions. I know I now only feel gratitude to you for helping to save us. I have forgiven you completely for anything you did last night. In fact, I have forgiven you completely for anything you have ever said or done to me. You are an amazing girl, Tara, someone who should go forward with her head held high.”

Tara grabbed me hard and buried her face in my shoulder. Her wracking sobs shook me to the core. I hugged her tightly, gently stroking her beautiful blond hair, letting her break down with the emotions that had been overwhelming her. After a long time, she pulled back from me so that she could look at me. “I feel so awful for the way I’ve treated you, Seth. Daddy’s right. I can be an insufferable, miserable, bratty, spoiled bitch, and by being that way, I drove away the bravest, noblest, and most sensitive man I’ve ever met. Having you forgive me means more to me than I can tell you.”

It was at that point that she first kissed me. It was not a gentle “just friends” peck, but it was not a kiss of physical passion, either. It felt like a kiss of love, like the kiss of an angel. We kissed each other again and again, and each kiss became a little hotter than the one before. Finally, she broke from my embrace and looked at me with an expression on her face that I couldn’t read. “I remember one thing from last night that, in a different situation, I would have enjoyed,” Tara said.

“What was that?” I asked.

“The look in your eyes when I was getting undressed. I did it slowly to give you more time to untie yourself, but when I saw the way you were looking at me, I wanted to please you. Now I want to see that look in your eyes again,” Tara said.

She stood up and moved a few feet away from me, removed the clip from her hair and shook it loose. Then she started gently swaying in front of me. She slowly slipped off her shoes, and then began to move her hands gradually up and down her body. Still swaying, she turned her back to me and very slowly pulled her sweater up her body and over her head, tossing it onto a nearby chair.

When she turned back to face me, I caught the briefest glimpse of a nearly transparent pink bra before she covered the cups with her hands. She sensuously massaged her breasts through the bra for a few moments, then lowered her hands so I could see her nipples straining against the delicate fabric. Never stopping her gentle movement, she lovingly caressed her taut, flat abdomen, her sides, her perfectly proportioned arms, and her lovely shoulders. With torturously slow movements, she pulled the straps down, lowering the bra so that I could barely see the top edges of her small, pink areolas.

Then she turned her back to me again, and removed the bra, tossing it on top of her sweater. Her hands ran over her trim, shapely hips and buttocks, finally finding and lowering the zipper of her skirt. She allowed it to drop to the floor, displaying her sexy, tight ass covered by tiny boy-short panties made of the same sheer pink material. When she turned to face me again, she gave me a full view of her full, perky tits with their erect nipples. Still dancing, she worked her panties off her hips, allowing me to see the moisture already glistening between her puffy, bare labia. She kicked the skirt and panties to the side and glided to me.

“I want to undress you too, Seth. I want you to make love to me. Stand up and let me do everything for you. I don’t want you to move a muscle. I just want to make you feel good.” She kissed my lips, my eyes, everywhere on my face. She removed my jacket and tie, and then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. As each button came free, she kissed the newly exposed area of my chest and stomach. After my shirt was off, she carefully draped my clothes over the chair that held hers. Then she knelt in front of me, lifting my one leg and then the other to remove my shoes and socks. She slowly worked her hands up my legs, lightly caressing them as she went. When she reached my waist, she began kissing my stomach and licking my navel. She palmed my obvious erection through my trousers as she kissed and licked my torso, and then deftly opened my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and removed them, tossing them with the rest of our clothes. When she worked my briefs off my hips, freeing my cock, it sprang up and hit her in the chin. “Seth, you moved a muscle. And what a muscle it is!”

Lightly fondling my balls, she licked the underside of my shaft until a drop of pre-cum appeared. She smiled at me and said, “I want to have you in my mouth for a little while. I don’t want you to cum there this time, though, because I need you inside me. If I get carried away, please stop me, because the first time you cum with me I want it do be deep in my pussy. OK, baby?”




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 02



With the way she looked, and the way she made love to my manhood, it took everything I had not to just blow my load when she started moving her mouth back and forth on my cock. I had had good blowjobs before, but none of them had felt like this. Was she really that skilled, or was it my rapidly growing feelings for this goddess kneeling before me, worshipping my penis with her mouth? I couldn’t decide, but I soon realized I had to stop her before I drowned her in cum.

“Tara, honey, stop! I’m going to cum big-time if you don’t stop now!”

She pulled back and smiled up at me. “Oh my God, Seth, you taste good. And doing that to you made me so wet! Please make love to me. Please make me cum. I need it so much!”

I helped her to her feet and pulled her to me. I realized that, other than holding her hand at college this past fall, and the kisses we had shared a few minutes earlier, this was the first time I had touched her. I held her close, leaning down to kiss her. Our tongues danced as our mutual passion grew. I could feel her hard nipples grinding into my chest. I caressed her hair, her shoulders, her beautiful back, and her lovely, firm ass. We held ourselves so tightly to each other that I felt like my body would weld itself to hers with our heat.

I picked her up and carried her to a lounge chair and laid her down carefully. I was transfixed with her beauty and couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever known, now was my chance to make love to her, but I was so awestruck with her beauty that I couldn’t move. I stared at her gorgeous face, her toned body, her fabulous breasts, her moist, puffy lips, and her long, shapely legs. Finally, a sigh escaped my lips, with a single word: “Wow!”

Tara giggled and said, “You’re silly! I was thinking the same thing, looking up at you. But I want to do much more than look. I need to have you touch me, I need to have you on me, in me, possessing me. Come to me now, lover.”

I lay down next to her and began to kiss her again. Although I knew I could have just rammed myself inside her and gotten the relief she made me need so desperately, I wanted to really make love to her. I bathed her face and neck in soft little kisses while gently massaging her breasts. I worked my lips down her throat and slowly kissed her one nipple. It was hard as a stone, and I sucked and nibbled it carefully, while lightly pinching the other nipple. After a while, I changed sides, and took as much of that beautiful breast as I could into my mouth, licking the areola, and drawing down on her nipple. I could smell the remnants of her vanilla body wash on her moistened skin, which blended beautifully with the sweet, musky smell of her arousal.

Resuming my southward trip, I trailed light kisses down her belly until I could lick the prominence of her one hipbone. From there, I kissed and nibbled down the front of her thigh to her knee, then back up the inside of that thigh to just below her pussy. The sweet aroma of her excitement was driving me insane. I by-passed her sex and moved to the top of her thigh, across her lower abdomen to the other hip and repeated my path on this leg. When I got to the top, I slowly parted her thighs with my hands to expose her pussy. Her puffy, smooth outer lips were shiny with her fluid, and the drenched pink inner folds were visible. Her clit had begun to protrude from its hood. With just the tip of my tongue, I licked the length of one of her outer labia and then the other. Her breathing was very heavy now, and I could hear soft moans coming from deep in her chest. I kept this up for awhile, enjoying the sounds she was making and the taste of the fluids she was producing.

Finally, I parted her outer lips and licked her center from near her little pink pucker to just short of her clit. With each lick, I plunged my tongue deeper inside her, making her moan and squirm more with each pass I made. Finally, without warning, I touched the tip of my tongue to her now fully engorged clit. She sucked in a big breath and held it as I began to suck on her clit. After a few seconds, she let out a sobbing wail, and began to spasm with the first orgasm of what I hoped would be several. As she writhed and shook, I struggled to keep contact with her pussy, but her reaction made it well worth the effort.

Finally, her orgasm had passed. I lifted my head to look deep into her lovely eyes.

“I need you inside me right now, Seth. I don’t care if you want to make slow tender love to me or if you want to use me like a sex toy, as long as you fuck me right now!” she said.

I moved up so I could rub the head of my cock against her pussy, mixing my pre-cum with her juices. Then I slowly began to enter her. She was very tight, and it took a lot of gentle thrusting to work my length fully inside her wet velvet vice. When I had bottomed out, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and we began the timeless dance of lovers. At first, we moved slowly, savoring each second of our joining. The soft moans of pleasure she was making soon caused me to up the tempo of our copulation, which made her push her hips up to meet my thrusts. When I shifted my position to I could suck on her nipples again, she began to writhe in earnest. Almost at once, I felt a great increase in her moisture, and she began to buck wildly beneath and around me, giving herself up to another soul-shaking orgasm. I held myself as deep inside her as possible, letting her ride it out.

When she had recovered, she whispered in my ear, “Now fuck me hard, Seth. Fuck me as hard as you’ve ever fucked anyone. I want to feel you cum as deep inside me as you can.”

I was happy to oblige and began pumping her like my survival depended on it. Soon we were both drenched with sweat, and I felt a tremendous seething deep in my sack. Tara knew it was coming, because she could feel my dick swelling even larger inside her. “Yes, Seth, yes, I want it so much. Cum in me, baby, cum in me!” As I let loose, she dug her fingers into my shoulders and crushed my back with her heels, experiencing her own orgasm.

We lay there, still joined, trying to return our breathing to normal. I kissed her again and again, inhaling the soft, wonderful scent of her hair and the intoxicating smell of our combined lust. What had transpired between us in the last twenty-four hours was more than I could comprehend. Where would we go from here? 



Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 03



A further chapter in the story of the unlikely relationship between the beautiful blond heiress, Tara Hawthorne, and me, Seth Johnson, a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks, during Christmas break in our sophomore year in college. At the time, Tara was nineteen, and I was twenty. You will have to read the first two parts of this story to understand this one. Warning: As is usually the case with my stories, this one is pretty long.

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After I had gone soft in Tara's beautiful pussy, I reluctantly withdrew and cuddled up next to her on the lounge chair.

"Seth, do you believe in sudden love?" Tara asked.

"What do you mean by sudden love?"

"It's the only way I can express it. What I feel for you can't be called love at first sight, since I spent most of this past semester trying to ignore you because I didn't think you were good enough for me. We grew up in completely different economic and social situations."

"Go on," I said.

Tara continued, "My family is old-money rich, and my parents both earn enough money now to have this mansion, our staff, a yacht, and all the other trappings of wealth without touching even the interest from their investments and inheritances, let alone the principle. I could live in outlandish luxury for my entire life without ever earning a penny on my own.

"You, on the other hand, are lower working class. I took one look at that contrast between ourselves and dismissed you completely. I actually went out of my way to belittle you and to be mean to you. Even last night, when you found me in my wrecked car, I was really nasty to you when all you were trying to do was help me. I confess that I even enjoyed knowing that my attitude irritated you. It was my snobby bitch persona trying to convince me that I was better than you. After the last twenty-four hours, everything has completely changed. Suddenly, I think I'm falling in love with you."

I lay there, looking at her perfect face and her perfect nude body. I remembered everything about every encounter we had ever had, from the first time I saw her at the beginning of the semester, through our light flirtations during the first few days I knew her, the disdain she showed me after she found out we were different, the terror we had survived last night, the meetings with her parents, right up to this moment when her juices were drying on my face and my cock, and a small drip of my cum was leaking from her vaginal opening. I struggled to express myself.

"Tara, I don't know what to say. I've think I've always wanted to love you from the moment I first saw you. It was probably pretty obvious to you, since I don't have much of a poker face. When you shut me down, it hurt me pretty badly, but, as I already told you, that's in the past. I have never been one to live in the past, and I don't want to start doing that now."

Tara was smiling at me, looking deep in my eyes while lightly stroking my chest with her fingernails. I said, "Right at this second, I want to let myself fall in love with you, but I don't want to be hurt again. I told you how devastated I was this past summer when my ex-girlfriend cheated on me with a guy I had thought was a good friend. I'm not dwelling on that anymore, and I'm certainly not comparing you to her, because that would be unfair, and I'm not that sort of person."

At that point, Tara leaned in for a light kiss, and then pulled back to listen.

I said, "But, I have to ask myself if what we both seem to be feeling isn't colored by our relief at having survived our experience with Zeke. If that's all it is, and I hope it's not, these feelings will wear off. One or both of us will want to move on alone. It will be easier on both of us if we don't let our feelings get carried away too quickly. I don't ever want to hurt you, but I'm going to have to ask you to let us just live in the moment for now. I can't let myself tell you that I love you right now. Please, Tara, can we let our feelings flow and grow naturally? Can you deal with that without hating me?"

Tara smiled at me, then almost laughed. "Men! Now I know why my parents like you so much. You're so analytical and logical, just like my Dad. He never does anything without dissecting and examining it, mulling it over, formulating a plan of discovery and action, and then executing his plan meticulously. That's why he's so good at the practice of law. He makes intelligent, informed decisions about every case presented to him. He rejects the ones he doesn't think have merit, and then throws his entire being into the ones he believes can be won. He's never lost a case, you know. Never."

Tara continued, "In your own way, you're just like him. I love him completely. He is my hero, almost a god in my eyes. I can just imagine him saying the same things you just said. I agree with you. You're right. What we seem to be feeling may be sort of an adrenalin crash or something. A lot of me thinks there's way more to it than that, but if we want to be true to ourselves, we should just take this one day at a time. I don't like it, but I understand that it's for the best. At the very least, though, we'll always have today. If it never goes any farther, I can make myself accept that. I want you to know, though, that the last twenty-four hours have changed me for the better."

"How?" I asked.

"You've made me realize how selfish and immature I've been. My parents didn't raise me to be a snob. They tried to teach me by example to be generous and accepting of others. Remember what I told you about my volunteer work at the children's hospital. I really enjoyed that. I got to appreciate those poor, damaged, desperately ill kids. I learned to see beauty and love in them. Thank God I did, since that's the only reason I was able to see the basic, childlike good in poor Merle. He gave his life trying to save me, simply because I was nice to him and listened to him. The poor bastard didn't have two nickels to rub together, but he gave me the biggest, most valuable gift anyone could ever give."

It was my turn to give her a gentle kiss, and I did. She pulled away and continued talking. She said, "You, too, have shown me compassion and love I had almost allowed myself to forget existed. You insisted on rescuing me from the blizzard, even though I had tried for months to hate you for being 'lower class.' You tried to fight off Zeke, knowing full well you were going to lose. You tried to find a way for me to escape being raped by him, and to save my life. You would have had a much better chance of your own survival if you had turned your back on me or if you had joined him in humiliating and raping me. But your soul is too pure and full of love to let you do that. You're like my parents. You give of yourself. You're protecting me even now, by forcing me not to rush my romantic feelings for you.

"I see now that my sorority sisters almost ruined me. I let them become role models for me. They are all shallow, materialistic, spoiled princesses. I have the money to be accepted by them, and I allowed them to re-shape my personality in their image. They made me forget what's really important in the world -- love, compassion, sharing, and family."

"Speaking of family," I said, "I need to call mine. And we need to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner with yours." Reluctantly, we got dressed. Watching Tara put her clothes on was almost as erotic for me as it had been watching her take them off.

"Dinner is at 7:30," Tara said. We'll shower and dress. I'll meet you at 6:00 in the great room and you can make your phone call. We'll just hang out and talk afterwards until dinner is ready."

"Sounds good to me," I replied.

"After dinner, I'll give you a complete tour of the house. I'll even show you a way to get to my apartment that you can use without anyone seeing you, if you like. I'd really like to repeat what we just did, in love or not."

Obviously, I agreed!

At precisely 6:00, Tara found me in the great room. I was dressed in one of my new suits, and she was wearing a beautiful, simple, knee-length cocktail dress that complemented, but didn't flaunt, her beautiful body. At the same time, we looked at each other and said, "Wow, you look great!" Then we laughed. Sara said, "Look, Seth, your tie matches my dress. That Lawrence! He knows this is one of my favorite dinner dresses. It's no accident that your tie matches."

"You think he planned this?"

"Of course he did. He does that to Dad all the time. He finds out what Mom is going to wear when they go out, and he chooses Dad's wardrobe for him to be certain that their colors work together. He's an incurable romantic. Suzette told me that he thinks we make a beautiful couple."

"Oh boy," I groaned. "Now the serving staff is plotting my moves with you."

"Yeah, you're pretty much doomed. Anyhow, what are you going to say to your parents?" Tara asked.

"I don't think I want to tell them everything that happened last night on the phone. I'll just give them enough information to try to satisfy their curiosity. I'm going to try to get them to come here for Christmas. I think they'll be OK with that, since we have no living relatives other than each other. Christmas is a pretty simple affair at my house. Since it's the day after tomorrow, I'm going to try to get them to let me stay here until then, if you think that will be OK with your folks."

"It's definitely OK," Tara said. She took my hand and led me into a small room off the great room where there was a telephone. "Do you want to be alone to call them?"

"No, I wish you would stay," I answered.

"Do I have to keep my hands to myself? Do I have to keep my clothes on?" Tara asked.

"For the moment, yes. I need to be able to form coherent sentences, and you would make that impossible."

My Mom answered on the second ring. "Seth, honey, are you OK? We've been worried sick about you. A man called early this morning and told us you were staying at a friend's house, and then her father called and talked to your Dad and said you were fine, but we really wanted to hear your voice."

"I'm fine, Mom. It's just been a really crazy time since I left school to come home yesterday. The storm up there was a lot worse than it was here. There was a big pile-up on the interstate, so I had to come home by all back roads. I knew my way from having hunted in the woods there, but the roads were awful, with deep snow and lots of drifting. I found my friend, Tara, from school, stranded in the middle of nowhere. She was OK, but she had skidded off the road and totaled her car. She wanted to call her folks to come and get her, but her cell phone had no signal, so I brought her here to her place. We didn't get here until about 5 this morning. Her folks put me up and fed me lunch. We're going to have dinner in a little bit."

My Mom, said, "Seth, Mr. Hawthorne invited us to come over there for Christmas. Was he serious?"

"Yeah, Mom, he and his wife are really cool. They really want you to come. I really like both of them, and I'd like to stay here for Christmas with them, but only if you and Dad will come here, of course."

"Oh, your father just came in from work," Mom said. "Tom, it's Seth on the phone. He wants us to go to his girlfriend's house for Christmas. Do you want to talk to him?"

"Hi, Son," my father's voice boomed into the phone. "Your mother and I were really worried when we heard about the roads you were on yesterday. A guy named Lawrence called early this morning and said you were staying with the guy he works for, a guy named Joshua Hawthorne III. Is that that big-shot lawyer Hawthorne?"

"Yes, Dad, he's a lawyer, and his wife is a doctor. They're really nice people."

"And his daughter, is she your girlfriend? You never mentioned a new girlfriend," Dad said.

"Well, I'm not sure you could call her my girlfriend, but I met her at the beginning of school this year. She's in one of my classes, and recently we've gotten pretty close. You'll just have to meet her. I know you'll approve," I said.

"Oh, that means she's cute." I could almost hear the twinkle in his eye. I know my Dad pretty well.

"She's way more than cute, Dad. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, except of course for Mom."

Dad laughed. "Seth, I don't know where you got your velvet tongue from, but your mother heard that, and she's actually blushing. Good job, son."

"Dad," I continued, "I really want you and Mom to meet her family. They're really great people. Very down-to-earth, very giving. Our family has never associated with any rich people, but I know you'll like them. Will you guys please come here for Christmas?"

Mom got back on the phone. "Seth, if they're rich, I don't know how we'd fit in. I mean, what should I wear? What should I bring as a hostess gift? I think we'd be a little awkward."

Tara was leaning close to me, and could hear both sides of the phone call. She grabbed the phone out of my hands. "Mrs. Johnson? This is Tara Hawthorne, Seth's friend. My parents and I really would like you to be our guests at Christmas. I really like Seth, and I'd really love to meet you both. My parents are very taken with Seth, and they just want us to all get together so they can meet the family of the man who saved my life last night. I'm not exaggerating when I say I would have died out there in the woods if your son had not helped me out. My parents are really big on re-paying debts of kindness, and they want to share Christmas with you to try to show that. Please say you'll come."

"Tara, that's so sweet of you all. Tell your parents we'll be there. But what should we wear? How do we get there? And what should be bring?"

Tara replied, "Are you and your husband going to be home tonight? OK, give me your address. Lawrence, who you've already talked to, and his wife Suzette will come over tonight around 8:00, if that's all right. They both work for my Mom and Dad. Lawrence used to own a men's shop and his wife has a great fashion sense. They'll get you new outfits and have them delivered tomorrow. Don't worry about any gifts. My parents and I would never expect you to put yourselves out on such short notice. And don't worry about finding our place. We'll send a car to get you. Lawrence and Suzette will fill you in on all the details. My parents and I really want to do this. It would mean a lot to us. And, please, don't worry about anything. I was sitting close enough to Seth to hear a lot of what you and your husband said on the phone. We're actually just ordinary people. We may be a little better-off than some, but inside we're pretty much the same as everyone else. From the little I've learned about you and your husband, I know you'll like my parents and they'll like you. OK?"

My Mom seemed a little flustered, but she said, "Well, all right, Tara. That's pretty over-whelming to me, but if it will make you and your parents happy, we'd be thrilled to come for Christmas. We'll see Lawrence and Suzette around 8:00."

"Great!" Tara exclaimed. "Seth and I will call you tomorrow. Bye!"

After Tara hung up the phone, I said, "You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Yes, I did. Weren't you paying attention at lunch? Mom and Dad made it clear earlier today that they wanted to do this. They feel they owe your folks for bringing you into this world so you could save me. They always pay their debts. Plus, they really like you. They admire you. They think you're a great guy, which you are. Besides, they can see how much I love, I mean, like you, and they want to do this for me too. You're going to have to learn, if you continue to hang out with me, to accept what's given to you. You've always worked very hard for what you get, which is great, and you should always continue to do that, but accept a gift once in a while!"

"You're an amazing girl, Tara," I said.

"I should certainly hope so. I come from amazing parents. Please, Seth, let them get to know you. I know how they are. They're very genuine, loving people. They always wanted a son, but Mom couldn't have any more children after me. Having a young man around is a big thrill for both of them, I can tell."

We went back into the great room and sat on a sofa. Since we were pretty much on public display to anyone who may have happened by, we resisted our impulses and simply sat there, talking and holding hands. Tara paged Lawrence and told him what she had promised that he and Suzette would do for my folks. He seemed very pleased to have the opportunity to do this, and hurried off to talk to his wife. As 7:30 approached, we made our way to the family dining room. We took the same chairs we had occupied at lunch. Tara's parents came in shortly afterward. I stood, and her Mom hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek. Her Dad leaned over Tara and kissed her forehead. They then changed positions, so her Mom could kiss Tara's cheek while her Dad shook my hand warmly, and pulled me into a brief "guy hug."

"It's really good to see you again, son," he said as we all took our seats.

"Thank you, sir. I'm honored to be here," I said.

Tara's Mom asked, "Did you call your parents?"

Before I could answer, Tara interrupted excitedly. "They're coming here for Christmas! Isn't that great?"

Her Mom said, "Tara, please, let him answer for himself. Seth, tell me all about the call."

"Well, Dr Hawthorne...," I began.

Tara's Dad interrupted this time. "Seth, a ground rule. Please don't call us sir or ma'am, or Mr. and Dr. We're Joshua and Amanda to you. My wife and I have talked about you a lot since we met you this morning, and we both really like you very much. We want you to treat us like friends, and we hope you let us earn that title."

"Josh," Amanda said, "you're as bad as Tara with the interruptions. Seth, please go on."

"I called my folks at 6 this evening. I didn't tell them much about what happened to Tara and me last night. I'd rather do that in person. I just said that the roads were horrible, I found Tara in her wrecked car, and I brought her here. I told them that we didn't get here until about 5am and that you put me up in the guest room. I said that we had lunch together and that we'd be having dinner too. They said that Lawrence and Mr. Hawthorne, I mean Joshua, had called them to assure them that I was safe and that your husband had invited me to stay for Christmas and that you wanted them to come, too. My Mom was really concerned about imposing on you and about fitting in with you. That's when Tara took the phone and talked to my Mom."

"Yes, Mom," Tara said. "She sounded really nice on the phone, but she was really reluctant to come here with the 'rich people.' I tried to assure her that we were really OK people and that you and Dad just wanted to meet them to say thank you for what Seth did for me last night. She asked me what to wear, what to bring, and how to get here. I told her we didn't want them to bring anything. As far as clothing is concerned, I told her we would have Lawrence and Suzette go over there tonight, get their measurements, and bring them new outfits tomorrow. I also said we'd send a car to get them on Christmas. I think I sort of blew her away, but she finally agreed."

"Well done, sweetheart," Joshua said. "It's good to see that your rich-bitch college friends haven't ruined you completely."

"Daddy, they almost did. Seth and I talked about that this afternoon. As horrible as last night was, it reminded me of what you guys always tried to teach me. People need to give of themselves to help other people. Whatever you have, you need to share with others. Poor Merle did that for me, just because I was nice to him. He had nothing to give but his life, so he gave that. Seth could have wound up paying the same price, since he chose to do for me what he thought was right, even though I had been awful to him. My college friends would never get that. I wanted to fit in with them, so I turned my back on that basic moral teaching you tried to instill in me. I became a conceited, mean-spirited rich bitch. I feel so ashamed, but now I remember the difference between right and wrong."




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 03



The first course of our gourmet dinner arrived. The table conversation turned to college and what we wanted to do after we graduated. Tara was leaning in the direction of medical school, so she could work with special-needs children as a pediatrician, pediatric surgeon, or pediatric oncologist. I said that I wanted to continue my dual-major into grad school, hoping to get an M.B.A. and a master's degree in electronics engineering. Since I've always loved cars, I had the goal of landing a job in the auto industry. After that, it was mainly small talk.

As we were finishing desert, Tara's Dad said, "Seth, if you continue earning grades like you have so far, you may be able to earn a full fellowship at a good university. But you have to get through your undergrad studies first. I know you work at that garage and earn pretty good money for that type of work, considering you have no certifications or formalized training. You obviously are a very good auto mechanic and technician, or your employer could never afford to pay you what he does. Is that the job you plan to return to over the summers?"

"That's my plan at this point. I may have to take a semester off at some point to work full-time so my student loans don't get completely out of hand. I've already talked to my boss about that, and he assures me that I can work as many hours as I can stand. He pays me very well. I help him with his books, and I know he's paying me a much higher percentage of the billing I generate than he has ever paid anyone else. He actually doesn't make much profit on the work I do. He says he doesn't care. He and my Dad served together in Vietnam, and he claims my Dad saved his life. He says he's proud to have the son of his war-hero buddy working for him."

"Your boss sounds like a fine man, son," Joshua said. "One who understands the debts he owes and the importance of paying them. That's pretty much my wife's and my philosophy on life, too. You're going to have to do some sort of practicum or internship to complete your undergraduate studies. Have you figured out what you're going to do?"

I said, "I've been making some inquiries, and my academic advisors are working on getting me contacts. That's one of the reasons I may have to take a semester off to work at the garage. I'll still have to pay tuition and my living expenses, and most of those internships don't pay as much as I earn at the garage."

"All right now, Seth, hear me out," Joshua said. "From my earlier inquiries about you, I knew about your interest in an auto-related career. I've been working the phone again this afternoon. One of my firm's steady clients is the owner of a NASCAR team. As you may know, that type of car cannot use much electronic equipment in-car, but some teams are becoming very sophisticated with their use of electronics in their shops. His engine R&D shop is located about fifty miles from here, and he feels they are falling behind in the development and use of electronic media for testing, modeling, and that sort of thing. I had one of my staff compile a resume for you based on the research I told you I've done, complete with your transcript, and I e-mailed it to him this afternoon. He'd like to talk to you about summer employment and possibly an internship when the time comes. He would pay you a higher wage than you earn at the garage to start, with increases as you prove yourself. I realize this is all very sudden, but if you want to, you can call him tomorrow and see him before you have to go back to school."

I sat there dumbfounded. Finally, I said, "That sounds great. Thank you! But why are you doing this for me, Joshua?"

Joshua looked puzzled by my question. "Why? Why wouldn't I? I owe you my daughter's life. I like you. You have the potential and work ethic to go very far in this life. You're obviously very analytical and goal-oriented. Besides, I didn't do anything except make a few phone calls and have someone ghost-write a resume, which you could have done yourself. You still have to interview for the job and perform in it. You just needed a contact."

"This could be a great opportunity for you, Seth," Amanda said.

"Tomorrow's Christmas Eve," I said to Joshua. Will this guy be in his office tomorrow?"

"You'll have to call him at his house. He's expecting your call at 11am. I'll give you some more information about him and his team after breakfast tomorrow. You can call him from my study," Joshua said.

I replied, "I don't know how to re-pay you."

"Son, you pre-paid me. You've already paid me in full for any favors my wife and I ever could do for you or for any gifts you may receive from us. And you should know, I know Tara is crazy about you."

"Daddy!" Tara exclaimed. "Why would you say that?"

"Come on honey, do you really think I'm that blind? You've brought guys home before, but you never looked at them like you do at Seth. Remember, I know you pretty well. I helped create you, and I've known you all your life.

"Now, Seth, I want you to understand that this contact I'm giving you has very little to do with any feelings you and Tara may or may not have toward each other. It has everything to do with the feelings my wife and I have toward you. If you and Tara decide to continue your relationship, I'd be very happy. If not, it doesn't change the debt Amanda and I owe you. You seem like the kind of young man any parents would be proud to have as a son. You just need a break. I'm trying to give it to you.

"Now why don't you two run along and have a good evening. My wife and I are both pretty tired, and we haven't had much together time in the past day or so, let alone sleep on a civilized schedule. We'll see you at breakfast around 8 tomorrow morning. Just wear anything. I'll be in jeans and my old fraternity sweatshirt."

Amanda laughed. "I told Lawrence to throw that moth-eaten thing out years ago!"

"Yes dear, I know you did. Three different times. But Lawrence is my friend, and he knows how much that old rag means to me, since I was wearing it when I first met you. He's always asked me if it's OK to get rid of it, and I've always said no. Anyway, Seth, just wear what you want. Jeans and a T-shirt or whatever you would feel comfortable in. Out 'dress code' is for guests. I would like it if you were to feel more like family. I think I can speak for my wife when I say we would like you to see us as your favorite aunt and uncle or as substitute parents."

"Absolutely," Amanda said. "You probably have a fine mother and father, and we would never want to interfere with that relationship, but I feel like you're the son I could never have, and you've obviously completely charmed Josh!"

"Mom, please!" Tara giggled. "You're making poor Seth blush. And you say I can come on strong! Now I know where I got it from. Come on, Seth, let's get out of here before they start to plan a new christening ceremony for you!"

"See you in the morning, folks," I called over my shoulder, as Tara practically dragged me out of the dining room.

"Let me show you some more of the house," Tara said when we were out of earshot of the dining room. "I think you'll like my little 'apartment.' I'll also show you how to get from your room to mine without anyone seeing you."

We went to the recreation area. Next to the theatre room, which I had seen before, was a room with a pool table and a bar. Behind the bar was a door. "This area of the house was completely re-done about ten years ago. This door used to lead to the servants' quarters, before we built the townhouses. Now, this door is never used. Follow me."

We went through the door into an obviously disused corridor which led to a small stairwell. At the top of the stairs was a hallway. Tara said, "The room with the pool table used to be the servant's kitchen, and these rooms up here were their bedrooms. When we added the indoor pool, we tore down the old servants' quarters and put up a new wall which now forms the solid back wall of the two-story pool enclosure. Since this old wall with the doors in it is structural, it was simpler to leave it in place and face it with new masonry on the pool enclosure side. The only rooms that were not torn down were at either end of this hall. The door at the right end of the hall leads into a room that is now used for linen storage for the guest suites. Your room is right across the hall from it. The door at the left end of the hall used to be for my nanny's room, which is now my storage room. It has a door that connects to my bedroom.

"All the staff leaves the main house by 10pm and doesn't return before 6am. The only way any of them would be in the main house between those hours is if Mom, Daddy, or I would call them. We can do 'night raids' between our bedrooms and no one will know. Now, let me show you my place."

We opened the door and entered a room lined with shelves and clothes rods. Tara kept her luggage, out-of-season clothes, and a variety of boxes of old books and other junk in here. What a pack-rat! The door out of this room opened into her walk-in closet. From there, we were in her bedroom. It was actually pretty "girlish," decorated with lots of pink, some huge old stuffed animals, and a collection of photos, ribbons and trophies from her early teen years when she used to jump horses. It also had a king-sized bed.

The room next to it was her living area. There was a sofa, a huge entertainment center, video game consoles, her study area with computer and bookshelves, and a tiny kitchenette with a small sink, cabinets, and a little refrigerator. Next to that was another door. "That's my bathroom," Tara said. "I can show you that another time. We should probably get back to the main house before someone wonders where we went."

When we got back to the room with the pool table, Tara asked me to play a game. "I was pretty good with a pool cue in high school," I said. The truth was that I hadn't lost a game throughout my junior and senior years, and in the hundred or so games I played freshman year in college, I had only lost two, but I wasn't about to brag.

Tara said, "I've played some, and I know the basics, but take it easy on me. She let me break, and I sank three balls in a row, and then missed a combination bank shot. When Tara took her turn, she ran the table in no time. "Sorry, Seth," she laughed. "I guess having a table in my house and a father with a passion for pool has helped my game. Let's play again."

This time, I dusted off my "A-game" and made some good shots, playing aggressively and setting up some good defense. I wish I could say that watching Tara leaning over the table in that dress distracted me, but the truth is that she played a little better than I did, and eventually won. Instead of the traditional handshake after the game, however, Tara gave me a long, passionate kiss. Then she said, "We should head for bed. Let's go and see if my folks are still up so we can say goodnight."

We headed for her parents' wing. Joshua was in his study on the phone, wearing a robe and slippers. When he saw us at the door, he put the call on hold and came over to us.

"Your daughter is a pool shark, Joshua," I said, smiling.

"Oh, she pulled her 'I know some of the basics' routine on you, did she? I guess I should have warned you. I'm a pretty good pool player myself, but she can beat me about half the time. Maybe you and I can shoot a couple of games tomorrow, son."

"I'd like that, Joshua. We just came to say goodnight. I'm still a little tired from last night, so I'm going to bed. Is Amanda still up?"

"She's in the room across the hall watching some stupid sit-com. I was actually glad for this phone call, since it gave me an excuse to get away from it. But I'd better get back to the call. Goodnight, you two." He kissed Tara on the forehead and shook my hand warmly.

We went into the TV room and said goodnight to Tara's Mom. Again, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. While we were still in the room, Tara made a point to ask me if I could find my way to my room, and I said I could. We walked out of the room together. When we got to the stairway that led to the guest rooms, Tara pulled me close for a goodnight kiss. It was friendly, but not hot. In other words, it was for the benefit of her folks and any staff who might see or hear. While we embraced, she whispered, "Come to my room about 10:15. Just walk in. I'll be waiting." She walked away toward her stairwell, and I went up mine.

When I got to my room, I changed into pajamas and hung up my suit and tie. I tried playing solitaire to pass the time until it was safe to go to Tara's, but I couldn't get her out of my head. I was still a little shaken by the events that had brought us together, and the memory of our love-making next to the pool this afternoon had me wondering what pleasure lay ahead of me at the other end of that dark hallway. The minutes dragged by, but finally I crept out of my room and made my way to hers.

I came out of her closet into her bedroom, but she wasn't there. I went into her living room, but she wasn't there either. Then I saw that her bathroom door was partially open. I walked to the door, but didn't look in. "Tara?" I whispered.

"Come in, Seth," she said.

There she was, in her tub, surrounded by a mound of bubbles. Her long blond hair was pinned up in a loose bun on top of her head. "Care to join me?" she said.

It sounded pretty good to me, so I stripped off my pj's and climbed into the tub facing her. She bent her knees to give me room and leaned forward to kiss me. "Are you really as tired as you told Daddy you are?"

"Why?" I asked. "Do you plan to keep me up for awhile?"

"From what I just saw, you already are up," Tara said, giving me a sultry grin, "and I plan to keep you that way as long as possible this evening. Afternoon sex is great, but it just makes me hornier in the evening."

"I know what you mean," I said, wiping the bubbles away so that I could look at her beautiful breasts. I took a wash-mitt and, working mostly by feel, began to slowly wash the entire front of her body. She did the same for me. By the time she was done, I was sure that my cock and balls had never been cleaner.

Tara said, "Turn around so I can wash your back." I happily complied, and then returned the favor, washing her long, slender back and her tight, sexy ass. Then we got out of the tub and dried each other thoroughly.

"Come to bed, baby," Tara whispered, turning and walking out of the bathroom. She turned down the covers, revealing a set of burgundy silk sheets. She climbed up on the bed, her firm C-cup breasts swaying only slightly, and with her succulent ass turned toward me, picked up the alarm clock on her nightstand. "I'm setting the alarm for 5:30am. That should give you plenty of time to get back to your room before anyone is moving around the house. Now get over here and screw me silly. Do you have any idea how tough it's been on me keeping my hands and mouth off of you this afternoon and evening? God, I've been going crazy ever since we got dressed this afternoon!"

I got into bed with her and kissed her. Bathing with her had made me so hot for her that I could have just fucked her like an animal, but I forced myself to control my impulses. I lay next to her and held her close, kissing her, caressing her, fondling her breasts, flat belly, and buttocks. I had been with some good-looking girls in my time, but Tara was almost painfully beautiful. I just wanted to worship this blond goddess with my lips, tongue, and fingers.

Again, Tara was the aggressor. After I had cuddled, caressed, and kissed her all over for awhile, she suddenly pushed me over onto my back. She said, "Remember this afternoon when I said I didn't want your first time cumming with me to be in my mouth?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly.

"Well," she whispered with a huge grin on her face, "this won't be your first time cumming with me." With that, she started kissing her way slowly down my body. She licked and sucked my nipples, gave little love bites to my abs, and then took hold of my pulsing hard-on with her delicate fingers. Agonizingly slowly, she moved her face closer and closer to my manhood, licking her lips sensuously. When her mouth was about an inch from my mushroom, she looked at me, gazing deep into my eyes. She smiled and said, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I think I will."

Her pink tongue slowly extended from her lips and flicked at the drop of pre-cum on my cock. "Mmmmmm!" was all she said. Her tongue bathed my hot member, first moistening the tip, then working up and down my shaft, making everything glisten with her saliva. Then she went to work on me, slowly engulfing me in her talented mouth. She went slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, giving me the most amazing blowjob I had ever had.

She worked me into her throat, swallowing for a moment or two, and then released me so she could suck a testicle into her mouth. Every few seconds, she changed her technique and rhythm, so I never knew what would happen next. The sensations were unbelievable. I would have been happy to have her continue this until daybreak, but soon I realized that I was going to explode.

"Tara, baby, I'm going to cum!"

Pausing for just a second, she smiled at me and said, "I know. Let go, honey, let go."

Gently, she massaged my balls with one hand, stroked the base of my shaft with the other, and held me tight with her lips, stroking the underside of my shaft with her tongue, and swallowing. Through spurt after spurt of my exploding cock, she swallowed every droplet, making contented moaning sounds. When I finally stopped shooting, she stroked my shaft and sucked hard, as though she wanted to be sure she had coaxed every bit of my cum from me. Then, she released me, licked her lips, swallowed one last time, and said quietly, "I loved that."

She moved up and lay down next to me. "After the way you made me feel when you made love to me this afternoon, Seth, I had to start our first night together that way. I hope you liked it."

"Liked it? Are you crazy? That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt! No one has ever made me cum that hard. But now it's your turn to cum."

Hearing this, Tara rolled partway onto me and began to kiss me passionately. I went to work on her one breast, caressing it, feeling its fullness, fondling the nipple until it was erect. I pulled her over me and, grabbing her hips, positioned her so she was straddling my chest. With one hand, I teased her other nipple to hardness, while playing with her pussy with the other hand. I lifted her by her ass and drew her toward me until her baby-smooth crotch was poised over my mouth. Looking up at her, I smiled as I lowered her glistening lips to mine.

She tasted better than any girl I had ever been with -- an intoxicating blend of musk and sweetness that made me crazy with passion. Mimicking the way she had orally pleasured me, I threw everything I had at her, licking her outer and inner labia hard, then gently, curling my tongue to enter her, fingering, licking, kissing, and sucking everything, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently, until she was drowning me in nectar. She was writhing and moaning, panting like a marathon runner at the end of the race. Even when she started grunting, "Enough, enough, I can't take any more," I kept going. After her third orgasm, she finally pushed herself away from my mouth.

"Good God, Seth, I'm going to pass out! You have to let me rest!" she cried. She dragged herself down until she was sitting on my thighs, safely out of my reach. "Shit, Seth, my clit is almost sore! Were you trying to kill me?" she laughed.

"Not at all, baby," I replied. "I just wanted you to feel sensations as intense as the ones you gave me. That's how well you pleasured me. I was just following your family's example and re-paying my debt."




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 03



"Paid in full, with interest," she sighed, as she stretched her body out on mine. We kissed and held each other for a while, tasting our juices on each other's face and tongue. Finally, Tara raised herself up on her hands and looked at me, a devilish smirk on her face. "I think I've recovered enough to go forward with the night's activities," she said. She reached behind her and found my rock-hard erection. "It seems like you're ready too."

She pushed herself up onto her knees and worked herself down my body until she could point my cock at the entrance to her womanhood. "Lie back and let me do all the work," she said, as she rubbed my mushroom against her, lubricating it with her juices. Slowly, she settled herself down. We both watched, fascinated, as I disappeared into her. When she had taken all of me, she relaxed. Almost in unison, we both said, "Oh my God, that's good." Stupid as it may sound, we both started to giggle, then laugh. The sillier we got, the more we moved. Finally, she said, "I never thought I would lose it laughing while fucking a guy!"

I said, "It's a first for me too, but the movement feels pretty damn good."

Tara took a deep breath, trying to get herself under control, and then said, "You've got that right. But let's see how much better we can make it feel."

She started to move up and down on me, slowly at first, almost pulling off me at the top of the stroke, and then grinding herself against me at the bottom. She started varying her movements, left and right, forward and back, sometimes rotating her pelvis as she fucked herself with me. Gradually, her pace increased.

When she leaned back, I played with her clit or rolled her nipples with my fingers. When she leaned forward, I would lick and suck on her beautiful tits or kiss her lovely face. I was in heaven, and she seemed to be there, too.

Everything about her was incredible. Her skin was exquisite, her long blond hair shone in the dim light of the room, her gorgeous tits with their tiny, hard nipples were perfect, the sight of her tight body sliding up and down on my manhood was wonderful to see, and the pulsing, wave-form sensations of her pussy muscles tightening and relaxing on my penis were awesome. Slowly, we found our way to a glorious shared orgasm.

Tara slowly moved herself off my softening cock and lay next to me. We kissed and cuddled, completely spent but very much satisfied. As I felt myself drifting off to sleep, I heard Tara whisper, "I love you, Seth."

I awoke around 5am. I looked at Tara, still sleeping peacefully next to me. Although she was obviously still asleep, her relaxed face still bore a slight smile. I spent a minute just studying her facial features. Then, being careful not to disturb her, I carefully pulled the covers off her so I could gaze at her incredible body. The longer I looked at her, the more I wanted her.

Moving carefully, I positioned myself at the foot of the bed, and gently spread her legs apart. Using the most delicate movements I could, I began to lick and kiss her sex. Gradually, she began to respond. Her clit began to wake up, and moisture other than my saliva started to appear. I could hear gentle sighs, then quiet moans, and then her sleepy voice whispering, "Darling, what are you doing?"

"I don't like the sound of an alarm clock, so I thought I would lick you awake," I said.

"Oh my God, you're amazing! Make love to me, Seth. I want you inside me," Tara breathed.

I re-positioned myself so I could begin to feed my erection into her wet, willing pussy. We made gentle love in the dim light of the pre-dawn. When we were done, I kissed her. "I heard what you said when we were going to sleep, honey. I love you too."

She said nothing, but her beautiful smile didn't fade as I got dressed and made my way back to my room.



Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 04



This is the final chapter in the story of beautiful blond heiress Tara Hawthorne, and the poor man she came to love, me, Seth Johnson. To understand the background and growth of our relationship, you will have to read the first three parts of this series. As with the other chapters, this is not so much a sex story as it is a life story. Also, it is rather long. If you need a quick thrill, check out the works of some of the other authors who submit their work to this site. Please post constructive criticisms, so my future work will be more pleasing to you.

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I had showered, dressed, and gone to the base of the stairwell to Tara's rooms before breakfast. There were enough paintings, sculptures, and antiques to look at that I could hang out there and not look suspicious, but I was worried. I needed to talk to Tara before we met up with her parents.

About fifteen minutes before breakfast was to be served, Tara came down the steps. I motioned her to follow me as I headed for the recreation area.

As soon as we were out of range of the servants who were beginning their daily duties, Tara grabbed me and kissed me passionately, smashing her wonderful breasts into my chest and clutching my ass to grind her mound against me. She almost made me forget what I had to say.

"Tara, are we going to be in trouble for last night?"

"What do you mean, Seth? I've been on the pill for over a year. I won't get pregnant."

"That's a relief," I said, "but that's not what I'm worried about. You don't do your own laundry, and as a houseguest, I don't do mine. Whoever is tending to our things, especially your bedding, will have a pretty good idea of what we've been doing! Your folks are going to kill me."

"Oh, Seth, is that why you look so nervous?" Tara giggled. "Don't worry. Suzette and Lawrence are taking personal care of all our things. Suzette and I are very close. When I came out of the bathroom this morning, she was stripping my bed. She gave me a knowing smile, and said, "I would have to make love to him too, if I were in your position. He's very handsome, and with the way you two seem to worship the ground each other walks on, Lawrence and I knew you were going to use that old hallway to get to each other. Don't worry, your secrets have always been safe with me. As you know by now, Lawrence's middle name is discretion, so no worries there. We're just happy for you, honey."

"Well, that's a relief," I sighed. "Now all we have to do is try to look innocent in front of your Mom and Dad."

Tara gave my crotch a little squeeze and said, "Polish up your halo, big boy, because it's time to meet the parents for breakfast."

I was really glad that I had chosen to wear blue jeans and a polo shirt with the tail un-tucked this morning. I hoped they would make my lower half look as innocent as my face was struggling to be.

After the usual warm greetings, Tara's Dad, Joshua, began to speak. "Seth, I need your help. Lawrence and Suzette were at your house last night. They think my wife and I may have made your folks a little uncomfortable with this Christmas celebration tomorrow. Your Mom and Dad were very nice and warm, but Lawrence and Suzette have the impression that your folks think my wife and I are trying to buy their friendship. Do you think that's possible?"

I thought for a moment. "Joshua, my Mom and Dad have always worked very hard to provide for me. My Mom's a waitress who works long shifts, and takes any overtime that's available to her. Dad is a welder. He works long hours, too. We've always had a warm home and wholesome food, but not a lot of frills. They've taught me by example to be a hard worker, too. Maybe they think you're giving them a handout that they don't deserve.

"They don't like to see people who look for handouts, if they think those people could make their own way if they were willing to work hard for what they get. At the same time, though, they give any extra money they have, and a fair amount of time, to charities they believe are worthwhile." 

Joshua thought a moment, and then said, "That's what Lawrence felt they were thinking. He told them his own story, and said he thought they felt a little better. Would you call them for me today, and see what you can learn?"

"I'd be happy to, Joshua," I said.

Amanda said, "Tara, Suzette told me that Seth's father is a very good looking man, and Lawrence thinks his mother is beautiful. Do you think that's why this young man sitting here is so handsome?"

"Could be, Mom," Tara replied. "When Seth was talking to his Dad yesterday, he mentioned that his Mom is the most beautiful woman he knows."

"Dad and I tell her that all the time," I said, "but she just blushes and tells us to hush. But I'm being sincere when I tell her that, and my Dad's face lights up every time he looks at her, so I know he thinks that too. I just hope you'll like them."

"Son," Joshua said, "they sound like our kind of people. I'm willing to bet that your Mom and Dad are more like Amanda and me than they are different. It sounds like we all have the same basic values. A person's values are what show their measure, not their bank balance. I only hope we can make them comfortable enough that we can cut through the social strata nonsense and show them who we really are.

"Now, if we're all done with breakfast, I'd like to talk to you, Seth, about this client of mine we discussed yesterday. If you're interested in meeting with him, you'll have to call him at 11am."

"I'm anxious to speak with him," I said.

"Good. I should give you some more information about him and his business so you can sound your best on the phone. What do you say we talk about this over a couple of games of pool?"

"I'd like to play you, Joshua," I said.

"I'm taking on the winner!" Tara exclaimed.

"No, young lady, you're not. You're not even going to watch. This is going to be guy time. Seth and I need to talk, and you're not going to sit there distracting him by looking all cute and lovely, and you're not going to distract me by teasing me about the shots I miss. Go find something else to do," Joshua said, firmly.

Tara put on her best fake pout and said, "Fine, you two boys go play your amateur-style game and do your male-bonding thing. After lunch, I'll take on the loser, and then I'll take on the winner, and I'll teach you both how the game is played." Still trying to look miffed, she winked at her mother and flounced out of the room.

Amanda sighed. "Now look what you've done. If she doesn't beat you both this afternoon, she'll stay up all night practicing so she can squash you both the next time you play."

"Let her," Joshua laughed. "She's good, and she knows it, but I'm the one who taught her how to play. What I didn't teach her is how to cheat."

"Josh, you wouldn't!" Amanda laughed.

"You're right, I wouldn't, because she'd probably catch me. But I do know her weak spots. Seth, let's go. I need to clue you in on how to put her off guard so you can beat her."

The pool games went well. Josh and I won a game each, and neither of us made it easy for the other. He shared a lot of information about his daughter, not only about her pool-playing skills, but about his relationship with her. It was obvious that he loved her very much. He also coached me about the phone call I was going to make to his client who owned the race car team. By the time 11 o'clock rolled around, I felt I was ready for my phone interview. Josh took me to his office and placed the call for me. He then gave me a thumbs-up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

When I went to the dining room for lunch, the Hawthorne's were already there. Amanda saw me first. She took one look at my face and bolted out of her chair. She wrapped me in the same kind of embrace my mother gave me when I was made co-captain of the football team in high school. "Oh, Seth, he liked you, didn't he?" she squealed.

"I guess he did. We were on the phone for over an hour. We asked each other a lot of questions, and we got pretty deep into some electronics tech areas that they know are weak spots for them. I'm meeting him at the shop the day before New Year's Eve. I didn't realize it, but it's only about an hour from campus, which is great. He's going to have the entire shop and office crew there to meet me. He said that, technically, he has to interview me in person, but I have the job."

Joshua came around the table and shook my hand enthusiastically. "I knew you could do it, son!"

Tara was beaming. She came to me, looked me deep in the eyes, and then, right in front of her parents, embraced me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. "Congratulations, Seth. I'm so proud of you. This is going to be a great Christmas."

After lunch, Joshua invited me to play pool with him again. This time, Tara was allowed to come along. Amanda decided to join us. Joshua and I played first. We each played aggressively and well. I beat him, mainly because he missed a fairly easy shot. When Amanda laughed at him, Tara scolded her. Amanda said, "Oh honey, your Dad takes his game so seriously, just like everything else he does. He sometimes needs me to help him lighten up."

Joshua said, "Your Mom's right, sweetheart, sometimes I do get too full of myself, but I figure if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right. But it's nice of you to defend me. I almost want to let you win when we play."

"Let's play right now, Daddy. Of course, I'll beat you, but if I can tell you let me win, I will make your life miserable," she said with mock seriousness.

Amanda and I sat next to each other to watch. Halfway through the game, Lawrence knocked politely on the open door. "Please forgive my interruption, but there is a phone call for Mr. Johnson," he said. "Sir, your father is calling for you." He handed me a phone, gave us all the hint of a bow, and backed out of the room.

"Hi, Dad," I said into the phone. "What's up?"

"Merry almost-Christmas, son," my Dad replied. "Your Mom and I just wanted to talk to you. Lawrence and Suzette were here earlier and brought the clothes they measured us for last night. I've gotta tell you, son, your Mom looks so good in her new outfit, I think I'll keep her!" I could hear my Mom laughing in the background, then I could tell they were wrestling for the phone.

"Seth, it's Mom. Your father is as insufferable as always. I certainly hope he can behave himself tomorrow. Seriously, though, I like the way I look in this dress. And the accessories! That Suzette certainly knows how to pick clothing. And Lawrence managed to make your Dad look even more handsome than he was the day he proposed to me, and that's saying a lot. Is Dr. Hawthorne anywhere nearby? I'd like to talk to her."

"Sure, Mom, she's sitting right here next to me. We're watching Tara slaughter her Dad at a game of pool."

"She's not slaughtering me, she's just lucky!" Joshua said, loud enough for my Mom to hear.

Amanda took the phone from me. "Don't mind my husband. His fragile ego is getting bruised by having his little girl beat him at his favorite game."

"Dr. Hawthorne," my Mom said. "Do you have a minute?"

Amanda answered, "Of course. But please, call me Amanda. I hear 'Dr. Hawthorne' all day at work, and sometimes it's nice to be just plain, old Amanda."

"OK," my Mom said, "and I'm Debbie. I wanted to call you to thank you for the wonderful clothes your employees brought for my husband and me. I've never felt so pampered, and my husband looks fantastic. We don't know how to thank you enough."

"Just come and have Christmas with us and let us get to know you. That's all my husband and I ask. You both must be wonderful people, considering the son you've raised. Joshua and I just adore him."

My Mom said, "We're pretty proud of him, and we love him more than we can describe, Amanda. And we really want to see him. Do you folks have plans for him tonight, or would he and Tara be able to come over here for the evening? We'd really like to meet her, and we're dying to see him. We haven't seen our little boy since Thanksgiving."

"Hang on, Debbie," Amanda said. She covered the phone and held it out to me. "Your Mom and Dad would like you to come home for a visit tonight. They really want to see you. They want you to bring Tara, too."

"Mom," I said, taking the phone. "What time do you want us there?"

"Can you and Tara come for dinner? We could eat around 5:30."

Tara had heard enough of the conversation to have an idea of what we were saying. She called out, "Ask your Mom what I should bring."

Mom said, "Tell Tara just to bring herself."

I said to Tara, "She doesn't want us to bring anything. She just said we should come for dinner at 5:30."

Tara said, "Tell her we'll be there at 4:30 so I can help her in the kitchen."

My Mom heard her and said, "She doesn't need to help me. She's our guest. But come whenever you can. Your Dad and I really want to meet her."

"OK, Mom. We'll be there at 4:30. I love you, Mom." I hung up the phone.

"Seth," Joshua said, "your truck hasn't arrived yet, so you're going to have to take my car. The roads are cleared, so you'll be fine."

"Joshua," I said, "I wouldn't want to drive your car. Tara can drive."

"Bad idea, Seth," Josh laughed. "I taught Tara to drive. That's when my hair started going gray. Besides, we all know what happened the last time she drove. Don't you let her near my car keys!"

"Very funny, Dad," Tara said, giving him a withering stare. "Just for that, watch this." She sank an incredible shot, landing her last two balls and the 8-ball in succession, winning the game.

"I still say you're just lucky," Joshua grumbled. Then he grabbed Tara and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. "Of course, you had a hell of a teacher."

On the way to my house, Tara was strangely quiet.

"What's wrong, baby," I asked. "You seem nervous."

"Seth, what if they don't like me?"

"What's not to like? You're beautiful, smart, a good talker, lots of fun to be with, and now that you've dropped your rich bitch routine, a very nice person," I replied.

"Are you ever going to forgive me for the way I treated you?" Sara asked, shyly.

"Honey, I already told you that I have forgiven you completely for everything. We all have to go through phases in our development to becoming who we really want to be. That was a phase I know you've given up. We love each other now, so that's all that matters."

As we pulled up to my house, she muttered softly, "I just hope they can come to love me."

As I knew they would be, my parents were enchanted by Tara. My Dad had a little trouble trying not to stare at her too hard, since she looked great in jeans and a sweater. She had chosen clothes that fit her well, but not too tightly, trying to look casual and attractive, but trying not too show her curves too clearly, out of respect. My Dad is a lot like me, though. His imagination let him guess what she could really look like, and he was damned impressed. At one point, while my Mom and Tara were chatting animatedly about college, I caught him undressing her with his eyes. I grinned at him, shook my head subtly, "No," pointed at myself, and mouthed the word, "Mine." He coughed and looked away to hide his laughter.

We moved into the kitchen so Mom could work on dinner, and Tara insisted on helping her. Dad and I sat at the table and watched them in silence for a few minutes. Then he motioned me back into the living room. "Seth, he said, how do you really feel about this girl?"

"What do you mean, Dad?"

"Well, it seems kind of sudden to me. We talked on the phone every week when you were at school, and you never mentioned her. How could you hold out on your old man about landing a catch like this? She's wonderful! She reminds me a lot of your Mom when she was that age. Same long legs, same great figure, same beautiful face, same penetrating, honest, and if I can get away with saying it, sexy eyes. If she were a brunette, I'd say she could pass as your Mom's twin when Debbie was nineteen. The personality, too. God, she has it all. If it weren't for your Mom, I'd make a play for her myself!"

"Dad, you'd have to go through me first, and I'm sure not just stepping aside," I said.

"That's OK, son, I'm just thinking out loud. I love your mother more than life itself, but I'm not so old that I can't look. If you get really serious about this girl, I only hope she ages as well as your mother has."

"Wait until you meet Amanda, Tara's mother, tomorrow. She has to be about fifty, but she's still an extremely attractive woman. Even if her appearance doesn't impress you, and I can't imagine why it wouldn't, her warmth and loving personality will make you wish you had known her all your life. Her Dad's the same way. They could only have one child, Tara, but they always wanted a son, too. I think that may be part of why they've warmed up to me so fast. Although, actually, I think they're just really warm people. You and Mom will like them, I'm sure. They know a little about you, and they're really anxious to get to know you."

"Dinner's ready, boys," Mom called from the kitchen.

I've always loved my Mom's cooking, and the sight and smells of her table always makes me really hungry, but Tara dug in like she was starving to death. After a few minutes of eating in relative silence, my Mom said, "Seth, tell us more about your trip home from school in that storm. I know the roads were really bad, but it seemed like it took you an awfully long time. I saw that you didn't drive your truck here tonight. Did something happen to it that you're embarrassed to tell us about?"

I looked at Tara and she looked back at me, nodding slightly.

"Something did happen on our trip home. I knew you could tell that I wasn't telling you the whole story, but I wasn't going to try to explain everything to you on the phone. But now that we're here together, I'll tell you everything. Please don't interrupt me, and please hold your judgment until I'm done. OK?"

My parents both nodded, looking grim, but kept silent as I told them every detail about what happened. I explained how I found Tara in her wrecked car, how we got kidnapped by Zeke and Merle, and about how they tied us up in their cabin. I gave them the whole account of Zeke getting drunk, talking about raping Tara, and holding me at gunpoint while forcing Tara to strip. I told them that, when Zeke was starting to rape Tara, his brother fought with him to stop him. I explained that Merle and Zeke fought while Tara untied me, and told them how Zeke laughed as he stabbed his brother to death with a fireplace poker. My Mom was trying not to cry, and my Dad had a look of rage on his face that I had never seen before. I told them how I shot Zeke twice when he lunged at Tara and me with the poker.

At that point, Tara took over. Her face was streaming with silent tears. "Zeke fell over when Seth shot him in the leg, but he was still raging about how he was going to hunt us down and kill us. I was standing there naked, looking at the man who had tried to rape me and who had just seemed to enjoy murdering his own brother, and I knew that, somehow, he would kill Seth and me if we all survived the night. While I was getting dressed, I knew what I had to do. I threw that jug of moonshine at him, and it smashed right between his legs. Then I grabbed a kerosene lamp and dumped it all over him. I made Seth go out and start Zeke's Jeep, while I watched the flammable liquid ooze across the floor toward the fireplace. I knew what was going to happen, and I felt in my heart that it was just. I cursed Zeke to the fires of Hell, and walked out the door. As we drove away, the cabin burst into flames."

No one moved or spoke for a while. Then my Mom got out of her chair and hugged Tara. They cried on each other's shoulders for a time. Finally, in a very quiet and gentle voice, my Dad said, "Kids, there was nothing else you could do. You had to save your own lives. I'm just glad you had the strength and the grace of God to survive that so you could be here today."




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 04



I looked up at him, and for the first time in my life, I saw my Dad was crying. That was all it took for me to let go. Through my sobs, I said, "We started driving home, and when Tara could get out on her cell phone, she called her Dad. She wouldn't tell him what had happened, but she did say we were in a stolen car. He was furious, but she promised to explain it, so he told her where to hide it. A guy met us there and took us to Tara's house and she told her folks the whole story. Their reaction was about the same as yours. Her Dad disposed of the Jeep. He has friends and associates who are in criminal law, and they investigated everything and assured him that we would be in the clear. The one lawyer said there really wasn't anything that would hold up in court, anyway. We're just trying to move on."

Mom had returned to her chair. "My poor baby boy," she sobbed. "My poor, beautiful little girl! Why did you have to go through this?"

My Dad had regained his composure by this time. "Debbie, kids, do you remember the adage, 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'? I think this is a great example."

Tara nodded. "It certainly has changed me. Seth has shown me that love and compassion are the only things that really matter in this world. Everything else is un-important window-dressing. My parents had raised me to know that, but I had almost forgotten. It took that horrible night to bring me back to reality. The emotional scars from that night may never leave me, but I'm starting to accept them, because they've forced me to remember what's important in life."

Dad said, "Tara, I don't know if you know this, but I was in Viet Nam. I have some scars from that, both physical and emotional. I would never want to return to that time, but, unlike some of my fellow veterans, I've healed and grown from the experience. Trust me, I know what you mean."

When we got back to Tara's house, it was after 10 o'clock. Her parents were in their TV room.

"So, how was dinner?" Amanda said to Tara when we walked in.

"Fabulous. His Mom's a great cook. Their house is really nice. It's pretty, cozy, and warm. I really like Debbie and Tom."

I said, "My Mom and Dad fell in love with Tara. We talked a lot. Mom and Tara couldn't stop yakking in the kitchen while they were getting dinner ready, and Dad told me Tara reminds him of Mom when she was Tara's age. And, we told them the whole story of what happened to us the night we were driving home from school."

"How did they react?" Joshua asked.

"Mom and Dad both cried, but they agreed that there was nothing else that we could have done."

"Oh Mom, Daddy," Tara said, "they were so wonderful. They understood. Tom even shared some of his feelings about his war experiences, which I think was pretty hard for him. They accepted me."

"Now I'm really anxious to meet them," Tara's Dad said. "Speaking of which, Christmas morning is coming pretty soon. We should all get some sleep. We'll see you kids for breakfast at 7:30. Seth, your folks are going to be here at 11:30, right?"

"That's the plan, Joshua. Well, Merry Christmas everybody," I said as I turned for the door.

"Hold on, young man," Joshua said. "You don't get away that easily." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him in a warm, manly bear hug. "Merry Christmas, son."

Tara's Mom came up and tapped Joshua on the shoulder, like someone who wanted to cut in on a dancing couple. Joshua released me, and Amanda pulled me to her. "I'm so glad you're here with us for Christmas, Seth. I'm so glad you found Tara and came here to us. I've always dreamed of waking up to a son on Christmas day. Now you're here to let me pretend I have one." She kissed me on both cheeks, and then pulled back just enough to focus, holding my face in her hands. "Thank you," was all she said, and then she turned away.

Tara and I walked hand in hand to the door. When we were in the hall, still in plain view of her folks, she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Merry Christmas, honey," she said in a voice intended for her parents to hear. Then she whispered in my ear, "I'll be waiting for you."

We went to our own rooms. I quickly changed into the pajamas that were folded neatly on top of my dresser and made my way through our "secret" passage to Tara's room. She was lying on her side in bed, a royal purple silk sheet drawn over her, her one beautifully shaped shoulder, her exquisite face, and her silky blond hair the only things exposed. When she saw me, she gave me her sultriest smile, but then she started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked, confused.

"Oh that Suzette and Lawrence!" she laughed. I wondered about these new sheets when Suzette made up my bed today, and she seemed to be in an especially good mood, but she didn't say anything. And now you show up in pajamas that match my sheets exactly. Do you think that's a coincidence?"

"They're at it again, aren't they?" I said, grinning.

"They sure are," Tara said. "Well, come here, we certainly don't want to disappoint them, do we."

When I walked to the side of the bed, Tara got to her knees, exposing her incredible body to me as she removed my pajama top. She kissed my chest, sucking lightly on my nipples. She worked her way up my throat, and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. I held her to me tightly, stroking her sensuous back as we kissed. Eventually, she broke our embrace and pulled my pajama bottoms off my hips. As I stepped out of them, she wrapped her gentle hands around my throbbing cock.

"Make love to me, Seth. I want you inside me right now. No delay, no foreplay, no nothing. I'm so hot and wet for you that I just have to feel you fill me up right away. We have the whole night for play, but right now I just need you inside me."

I crawled up on the bed as she lay back. She positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and guided me inside. She was right. She was so wet that it felt like I had spent a long time preparing her. Although she was very, very tight, I smoothly slid in until our pubic bones met. Holding my upper body weight on my arms, I began to kiss her incredible mouth. Our tongues made love for a long time, while our genitals stayed still, enjoying the feel of our joining. Slowly, subtly, she began to move beneath and around me.

"Make, long, slow, deep love to me, baby," she whispered.

We began to move together in a slow, gentle rhythm. I would pull out about halfway, taking my time, and then gradually sink in again to the hilt. Sometimes our movements were more of rocking than a thrusting motion. This wasn't fucking. It wasn't having sex. We were making love in every sense of the term.

We were almost completely quiet. Neither of us spoke – there was no need. Neither of us moaned, grunted, squealed, or screamed. This wasn't that kind of sex. For a long time, the only sounds we made were the soft sounds of kissing and the subtle liquid sound of a very wet pussy squeezing a very hard cock.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I felt Tara's muscles begin to gently milk my manhood. We gradually increased the pace of our lovemaking, savoring the pleasure of every stroke. Finally, Tara broke our kiss to whisper, "I love you Seth, I love you." I could feel her vaginal walls press rhythmically against my shaft as she sighed her way through her orgasm. Before she was done, I could feel myself swelling deep inside her, and I had my own soul-satisfying orgasm.

I rolled over on my back, bringing Tara with me. She laid on top of me, holding me inside of her, and began to kiss me again. When she pushed herself up on her arms, I looked deep into her eyes. "I've never felt anything like that before, Tara. You truly are a goddess. I'm so deeply in love with you that I can't begin to understand it. I just know that it's real, and that's all that matters," I said.

We drifted off for a while. I awoke to the sensation of wet stroking on my penis. Tara was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, licking me awake. "That's nice," I said.

She paused for a moment. "You must have been tired. Your beautiful prick woke up a couple of minutes ago. I'm glad the rest of you finally got the message." She resumed the task she had set out for herself.

I lay there watching her. Her long blond hair was tossed over her back so I could see her gorgeous face as she impaled it with my manhood. I propped myself up on my arms so I could see her shapely ass sticking up behind her. She raised her eyes to look at me, her beautiful eyes full of love and lust. She sank onto one elbow, freeing her other hand to reach behind her to play with herself. What an amazing sight!

"Tara, honey, bring that succulent pussy of yours up here. You shouldn't be the only one getting to lick and suck on something," I said.

Tara giggled as she re-positioned herself into the sixty-nine position. I pulled her to me and began to lightly tease her smooth, puffy, outer labia with the tip of my tongue. She was already very moist. Her aroma and flavor begged me to pleasure her with much more vigor than the session we had first had tonight. I separated her outer folds and plunged my tongue inside, licking everything within reach. I curled my tongue and thrust it as deep inside her as I could, sucking her entire pussy with my mouth. Then I tickled and suckled her erect clit with my tongue as I inserted first one, then two fingers deep inside her. Her moaning and squirming let me know that this was what she needed. When I found her g-spot, she abandoned my cock so she could gasp in enough air to supply her body during her orgasm.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" she yelled in a strangled voice as she bucked on my face. I drank her nectar as rapidly as I could as her orgasm continued.

When she was done, she threw herself off me and collapsed, panting, on the bed beside me. "I thought I was going to pass out!" she said, still trying to recover. "Just hang on a minute, baby, I'll get back to you as soon as my head clears!"

I turned in the bed so I could lie next to her and held her in my arms. I kissed and nuzzled her. I played with her hair. I gently caressed her beautiful, firm breasts, lightly teasing her nipples with my fingertips. When they were erect again, I reached behind her and gently stroked and rubbed her smooth, tight asscheeks. Then I reached between her legs so I could let my fingers slither over her still-drenched pussy.

She responded by snaking a hand between us to play with my as yet unsatisfied cock and balls. "I'm so sorry, Seth, I almost forgot that I didn't finish you. I guess you distracted me," she said with a naughty giggle.

We lay there for awhile, gently stroking and kissing each other. I could tell that she was getting aroused again, even though she said nothing. Suddenly, she pulled away and got on her hands and knees again. She stared at me for a moment wearing an oddly serious expression on her face. Then, a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth and her eyes began to sparkle. Finally, she murmured, "Doggy, anyone?"

As I positioned myself behind her, she wiggled her butt at me, clenching and unclenching her muscles so that her pussy seemed to wink at me. She reached between her legs to help guide my raging hard-on inside her. As I slid in, she let out a contented moan. "Oh, God, Seth, that's good." She let her upper body sink to the bed, twisting so she could look back at me. "Fuck me good and hard, honey," she said.

This time, there was pure animal lust pulling our bodies together. We rutted like dogs in heat, like a mare and a stallion. I pounded into her, and she thrust back against me just as hard. I could reach her one tit, and I tweaked, fondled, and twisted the hard little nipple as I pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. We weren't quiet this time. We were both grunting and moaning our lust. Our bodies were making loud smacking sounds as they slapped together, and our soaking wet sex made loud, lewd squelching noises.

We were able to keep this up for a fair amount of time, but the end was inevitable. All too soon, I felt my juices coming to a boil as my sack smacked over and over against her. I released her tit and reached for her clit, massaging and tweaking it. When her cunt muscles began to pulse on me, she started to make a tortured keening noise. I shoved myself into her as deep as I knew how, feeling myself swell even larger than I had already been.

"Cum in me, Seth, cum in me now! I need it!" she wailed. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz erupted from me as I roared like a lust-crazed beast.

We slept in each other's arms the rest of the night. When Tara's alarm woke us, we kissed, and I went back to my room to get ready for Christmas.

At breakfast, Tara's parents were strangely subdued. They were warm and friendly, but they almost seemed on edge. Tara finally said, "Mom, Dad, what's wrong?"

Joshua sighed and looked almost uncomfortable, but said nothing. Finally, Amanda said, "Kids, we're worried. We're afraid Seth's parents won't like us. We're worried that they won't understand us."

"Oh, Mom," Tara said soothingly, "I liked them a lot, and they seemed to like me. Why are you worrying?"

"Because we're afraid that they will think we are too different from them. Some people are very uncomfortable when they are confronted by the trappings of wealth that they don't have. How can we make them understand that we're hard-working people who just want to make them feel welcome?"

I spoke up. "Joshua, Amanda, I thought about that too. I was pretty intimidated when I first got here. The mansion, the serving staff, the obvious money... it was a lot for me to process. But now that you've shown your true selves to me, I don't really see it so much. I mean, sure, I know that you guys are wealthy, and you live a lifestyle that I never even dreamed of, but when I talk to you, it all disappears. All I see is a great, warm loving family. Let yourselves be yourselves. You'll see that you two are really a lot like my Mom and Dad.

"When Tara and I were there last night, it was pretty obvious that my Mom and Dad fell in love with her. If you let them see how much you love your daughter, too, they'll focus on that. They love me the same way, so you guys will automatically have some common ground. Just take it from there."

Joshua said, "Thanks, son. I needed to hear that from you. Now, if everyone is done with breakfast, let's go into the great room."

As we entered the room, Tara let out a squeal of delight. "Oh Mom, Daddy, you did it again!" The room had been transformed overnight into a Christmas scene like a Norman Rockwell painting. There was a huge tree decorated with antique ornaments. A Christmas village scene was laid out underneath it, complete with houses, shops, snow-covered yards and streets, children sledding, and horse-drawn sleighs. The windows of the room were draped with holly and pine garland, and large, bulging stockings hung at the fireplace. It was beautiful.

Amanda said, "We never did much in the way of gifts at Christmas. Usually, we just let Santa fill our stockings. And look, there's one for each of us. Tara, honey, why don't you get them down and bring them to us?"

Tara brought each of us our stockings. Amanda emptied hers first. The gifts inside were simple, but personal (and some, obviously expensive). There were gourmet chocolates, perfume, an onyx and jade pen and pencil set, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings.

Joshua went next. He pulled out a box of pool cue chalk, a small leather-bound appointment book, after-shave, and a set of ruby and diamond cufflinks.

When it was Tara's turn, she found a bag of macadamia nuts ("My favorite!" she laughed), perfume, a new cell phone, and a small wrapped box that could have held a bracelet. "What's this, she asked?"

"Open it," her Mom and Dad said together. When she did, she just sat there with a stunned look on her face, her lower lip trembling.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning over to look.

As Tara held up a key fob, a horn sounded outside. We looked up to see Suzette stepping out of a new, red Mercedes sport coupe.

Joshua came over and hugged his daughter. "The truck picked up your vehicles yesterday. There was no fixing your car, so we got you a new one. Merry Christmas, honey."

"Oh Mom, Daddy, thank you!" Tara cried, her wet eyes beginning to spill tears of joy down her cheeks. "Come on, everyone, let's go out and see it!"

"Hang on a minute, sweetheart," Amanda chided her daughter, smiling indulgently. "Let Seth empty his stocking first. Show some manners, young lady."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm just so excited! Seth, I'm sorry. Please, honey, empty your stocking."

I pulled out a small box of dark chocolate cherry cordials (how did they know?), a beautiful wristwatch, a cell phone, and a wrapped box like the ones neckties come in. "A cell phone!" I exclaimed. "I've always wanted one!"

Amanda, said, "We put you on our plan. Now you can call your folks and us whenever you want, wherever you are. Since you're on our plan, there will be no cost to you, no matter how much you talk or text."

Joshua said, "Open the wrapped box, son. I hope you like it."

I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was something wrapped in layers of tissue paper. I unfolded the paper to find a gas company credit card. "What's this?" I asked confused. Just then, another horn blew outside. We looked out the window to see Lawrence climbing out of a shiny, black, four-door, mean-as-hell-looking new pick-up truck. It was tricked out with all the popular accessories.

"We leased that truck for you," Joshua said. "Everything is paid for, including insurance. It may be a little thirsty, though, so the gas card should keep it happy. The bills will come to me."

It was my turn to get excited. I stood up and ran to the window to get a better look. The thing was beautiful. I just stood there and stared. Then I felt Tara pressing herself against my back, her arms going around my waist. "Mom and Daddy asked what you might want, and I said your truck was showing its age. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" I yelled.

I looked back to see Amanda and Joshua beaming at me. "Merry Christmas, son," they said. "Let's all get our coats and go get a better look."

"I don't know what to say. You guys are the best!" I said. "Thank you! But I don't have anything for you."

"Nonsense," Joshua said. "You already gave us our gift, one that no amount of money could ever buy. You brought our daughter home to us, alive and safe. No gift anyone could ever give will be better than that one. Now come on, Tara needs to take her Mom for a ride, and I really want to see what that beast of yours is like. Everyone grab their coats."

Christmas dinner with my parents was a huge success. After some initial nervousness on the part of both couples, they were all talking animatedly with each other. By the time we had our evening meal, a buffet set up in the great room, everyone was behaving as though they had been close friends for years. We covered a number of topics, including our terrifying night with Zeke and Merle at their cabin. Everyone agreed that Tara and I had handled ourselves in the only way we could. Our mothers both felt that the big tragedy of that night was poor Merle's death.

On a brighter note, I told my folks about the job prospect I had with the race team. It turns out that my Dad knows one of their fabricators, having worked with him about ten years ago. My folks were excited about the idea, once they were convinced that the race team job would be summer employment and an internship, not a substitute for my continuing education.

When it got late, I drove my parents home in my new truck, promising to return to the Hawthorne's the next day for lunch. My folks and I talked long into the night about Tara and her family. Alone in my own bed that night, I slept poorly. I kept reaching out for her, frustrated at not feeling her warm nude body pressed against mine.




Terror in the Snowstorm Ch. 04



Tara and I spent the next few days together, visiting old high school friends. The guys were all impressed by my new truck, but much more impressed with my new girlfriend. Tara, too, showed me off to a few of her old girlfriends. We spent a few nights at her house, keeping up the charade of going to our separate bedrooms, followed by me sneaking over to her room. Each night was both passionate and tender. Although we were constantly in heat, we were beginning to realize how deep our love for each other was becoming. Every moment we had to spend apart was agony.

Tara drove me to my interview in her car. She had decided to drop me off at the race shop and then head over to campus to look for an apartment. She was going to move out of the sorority house when we got back to school. I was going to keep my dorm room, since it was already under contract. Besides, we thought it would be wise to make everything look good to our folks.

I got the job with the race team. I spent my weekends at the shop, learning the operation. During Spring Break, Tara and I traveled with the team to a race, watching the events from the pits. Our car qualified well, but retired about halfway through the event with engine problems. The "post-mortem" on the motor revealed some of the same problems that the team owner had been frustrated with. We knew we had our work cut out for us, but my rapport with some of the shop crew had me hopeful that we could find solutions.

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Tara's family and mine grew closer. We spent some summer weekends on the yacht, not as two families and their kids, but more as three couples very much in love. By the time Tara and I returned to school that fall, we had dropped all pretenses, and took an apartment together.

Tara and I both graduated with top honors from our college and got accepted to the same university, near the race team's main shop in North Carolina. She enrolled in their medical school, and I began work on my two master's degrees. We were both insanely busy with our studies, she spent a lot of time at the hospital, and I worked long hours at the race shop, but we spent every free moment together. Sometimes we were able to fly home on the team jet to spend time with our families. On one of those visits, Tara's Mom pulled me aside.

"Seth, I know that you and Tara are thinking about getting married. Josh and I have talked about it a lot, and we think it would be the most wonderful thing. When we visit with your Mom and Dad, we talk about it too, and we know that they would be thrilled to have Tara as their daughter. I also know that you haven't actually proposed to Tara.

"Mom," I said (I'd been calling her and Joshua 'Mom' and 'Dad' for a couple of years at this point), "I'm sort of waiting for the right moment. I'm also saving money for a nice ring. I think I'd like to propose to Tara at our family Christmas dinner this year. But please, don't let Tara know. I really want it to be a surprise."

"Your secret's safe with me, Seth. And I think I know how to really surprise her. Wait here."

She came back in a moment, holding her one hand behind her. "Josh's grandmother gave something to me after his grandfather died. She wanted Tara to have it if she ever met the right man. I think she'll like it." She held out her hand and handed me an obviously old ring box. I opened it. Inside it was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. The large center stone was surrounded by a ring of tiny, brilliant diamonds, all in an intricate antique setting of yellow gold.

"Mom, it's beautiful. The gold reminds me of the shine of Tara's hair, and the diamonds sparkle like her eyes when I tell her how much I love her. It's perfect. It's just like her. Mom, it's just like you."

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We had our traditional Christmas morning together in the Hawthorne's great room. Both our parents were there. We all emptied our stockings and had a great time examining each other's gifts. When the last stocking had been emptied, I excused myself as though I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Joshua winked at me. He knew what I was up to.

"Tara, I said, Santa left another stocking. It had a note in it that said, 'For Seth from Santa. Share this with someone you love.' Why don't you open it, honey?"

Tara took the tiny stocking and shook out a small package, not much larger than a pack of chewing gum. She looked at it, puzzled.

"Open it, honey. I really want you to have it."

She peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing a small white cardboard box. She opened the box and shook out a tightly wrapped piece of red tissue paper. When she unfolded the paper, her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. "Oh Seth!" she cried.

"Will you marry me, Tara?" I asked, having gotten down on one knee in front of her.

With tears running down her cheeks, Tara lifted her eyes from the ring to gaze at me. "Yes," she whispered.

I took the ring and placed in on her finger. "I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be my wife."

Tara and I were married the following summer. It was a fairly simple and small ceremony. Her father gave her away. Amanda was her matron of honor and my Mom was her bridesmaid. My Dad was my best man. Our honeymoon was really only a long weekend, because of our work, but we were ecstatic. We spent the entire time in bed, fucking our brains out!

A few days before Christmas that year, we realized that it was the five-year anniversary of the horrible night we had spent in the cabin with the sadistic rapist and murderer, Zeke, and his kind-hearted, gentle giant of a brother, Merle. The weather was clear that day, so we drove along the road until we found the site of their cabin. The dirt road to it was very overgrown, so we parked on the edge of the hard road and hiked through the brush to the ruins of the cabin. It appeared as though the burned-out cabin was undisturbed. Brush and small saplings were growing through the rubble of charred timbers. We said a prayer for poor Merle, and held each other and cried.

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Five more years passed. I had earned my master's degrees in both electronics engineering and business management and was now running the engine shop of the race team, which we had moved to North Carolina into a new facility next to the main race shop. Our new driver had just won Rookie-of-the-Year honors, having finished third in season points. Several other teams were now buying their engines from us.

Tara was taking a break from her residency in pediatric oncology, awaiting the birth of our first child. Her pregnancy had been fairly uneventful. If possible, she was now even more beautiful than she had been when I first met her. The sight of her swollen belly, carrying my son, filled me with more love for her than I could comprehend. The only problem was that we could not decide on a name for the baby. When Tara's water broke one night, we were so busy getting her to the hospital, that we didn't even discuss the name then. Her labor was long and painful, but the delivery went well. When the baby was born, we were both impressed by his size. He cried lustily at first, but calmed down immediately when he was placed in Tara's arms.

"What's his name?" the doctor asked.

Tara and I both looked at our precious son. Then we gazed at each other with love.

"Look at him, honey," I said. "He's so big, and yet so gentle. He already looks like he loves you. Only one name will do for him."

"I know, Seth. You're right. I'm surprised we didn't realize this before." Turning to look at the doctor, she said, "His name is Merle." 

The End