"Honey, do you think we should continue? This storm seems to be getting worse the further we get from home."
Mom's voice reflected her concern for our safety as dad continued foraging ahead into the heavy winter snowfall. The highway was covered with at least two inches of new snow that had fallen since the last snowplow made its pass that way.
Our family, dad, mom, my sister Liz and I were on our way to spend ten days at our cabin in the mountains. It was Christmas break and Liz and I had two glorious weeks off from our studies at the state university and, thanks to one of dad's inspired suggestions, the family was on our way to spend the Holiday together for what might just be the last time the all of us would be able to spend quality time together.
Apparently dad had suggested the getaway sometime after Thanksgiving and mom entered into the whole thing enthusiastically. She fired off an Email to Liz and me and since neither of us had any other plans for Christmas break, we both agreed and now we were on our way. Christmas gifts were packed in the back of the 4x4 pickup under the canopy, as were our cross-country skies, a toboggan, our winter clothing, sleeping bags and the food we would need for our stay at the cabin. Since dad's truck was an extended cab model, mom sat in the back seat with Liz and I sat up front with dad while he drove.
The cabin had been the scene of many grand weekend trips as well as more than a few weeklong vacation stays over the years. Except for several times when dad and some of his buddies from work had used the cabin in late autumn for deer hunting excursions, we had never tried to use the place in cold weather. Why, I'm not certain except that no one ever thought of it, I guess.
I suppose that if any of us had given consideration to the fact that the cabin, while snug enough for warm weather stays, was totally devoid of insulation, we well might have found some other locale for our Holiday trip. Certainly we would have equipped ourselves with sleeping bags that were more suited to extreme cold. As it was, we assumed that a roaring fire in the old fashioned wood fired range as well as in the large fireplace would be enough to keep us reasonably comfortable.
It was a little after lunchtime when dad turned off the pavement onto the single lane gravel road that led toward the cabin. A half hour later we arrived at the place where snowplows turned around after opening the road to the last farm that was occupied on a year-round basis. Dad drove on into the farmyard and stopped to speak with the farmer and asked if it would be all right to park in the cleared space the plows left. He explained that we planned to ski on up to the cabin and spend a few days. The farmer laughed heartily and said, "Now I've heard everything. It's not bad enough that we have to live up here in this stuff. Now you folks want to come up here and stay when you don't even have to. Yeah, go ahead and leave your truck down there. I'll see that those guys don't bury it and even if they do, I have to plow my road so I'll see that you can get out when you have had your fill of 'roughing it' and want to get somewhere warm."
With that, dad turned around and drove back to the cleared area. After parking, mom dug out sandwiches she had made up just for the occasion. After eating, we loaded all our supplies on the toboggan and with everything lashed firmly in place, fastened our skies to our boots and we set off up the snow clogged roadway. Fortunately the cabin was located about three miles further up the road. I say fortunately because none of us were in shape for an extended cross-country ski trip and it required several rest breaks before we arrived at the cabin. Had the distance to travel been much greater, I doubt any of us would have had much energy left for opening the cabin and to get the fires going.
As soon as our skies were off and the door was open, dad got busy with kindling and wood he had left inside just for the purpose of having ready material that would start to burn easily. I found a shovel and cleared snow from the porches and the path to the outhouse/woodshed while mom and Liz freed the ropes that bound our belongings to the toboggan and began to carry things inside.
One thing that was not required for our trip this time was ice for the icebox. Our only concern was that things not freeze while inside the cabin and the icebox!
With the important paths shoveled clear of snow, I took a bucket and headed for the spring, hoping that there would be enough open water to fill the bucket. Fortunately, water was gurgling freely from the pipe and I soon had the first of what would prove to be many buckets of water. The hand carried buckets of water were all we had for washing and cooking and everyone had long ago learned to be sparing of the stuff if they didn't want to be the one to refill the bucket once it was empty.
While I went for water, dad had got a couple of our old Coleman lanterns going and mom found candles she lighted, both for light and warmth. It seemed that our guess that fires in the kitchen range and the fireplace would keep us snug was a little short of the mark and every little spark of fire was sorely needed! We knew, of course, the initial warming would be slow but with no prior experience getting the place thawed, had grossly misjudged the amount of time it would take to get fully comfortable.
Daylight was long gone by the time we were able to remove our coats and relax before the women took on the chore of preparing dinner. The kitchen area is hardly big enough to accommodate mom and Liz, let alone dad and me and we would have been under foot had we ventured a helping hand.
The dinner menu consisted of diced, fried new potatoes, sautéed canned button mushrooms, snow (get the irony there?) peas, and broiled steaks so there was little need for more than the two cooks anyway.
With dinner out of the way and the dishes washed and put away, I washed – dad dried, we sat at the table and played cards for an hour or so. I guess our unaccustomed trip on skies had tired everyone because it wasn't much after nine-thirty when dad yawned and said, "Hey guys, I hate to be a party poop but…"
Mom laughed and said, "Yeah right, but this one time, I think maybe it is time for bed too. Don't think I'm quite as young as I thought I was."
Sure, at thirty-eight mom was pretty much at the end of her rope but I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. The sleeping area in the cabin is a one-room loft with two double beds and is accessed by a hinged stairway that can be raised out of the way when no one is in the loft. Naturally mom and dad zipped their two sleeping bags together and formed one large bag for both of them. Liz and I had historically placed our sleeping bags on the mattress and slept side-by-side but in our own individual bags and that arrangement had worked pretty well over the years. Dressing and undressing had been the only difficult thing and even at that, by studiously looking the other way we had avoided seeing one another with nothing on. Besides that, when we were young, we were sound asleep by the time mom and dad came to bed and I have no idea how they managed or if they even tried.
Certainly in warmer weather, both Liz and I ended up being half out of the confines of our sleeping bags but with underwear and tee shirts we were covered pretty much the way we were when we ran around the house at home whenever we thought we could get away with it. Fortunately that was most of the time.
Anyhow, Liz and I elected to stay up for a while longer after mom and dad disappeared up the retractable stairway. Since we couldn't seem to think of a card game for two that we wanted to play, we soon put the cards away and simply talked about our experiences at school.
Always before, by tacit agreement, we had avoided talking about our love lives so neither knew much about whom the other was seeing or what, if any, sexual experiences we may have had. Thus, our sex lives had been a taboo subject, well perhaps not taboo but we did choose to avoid discussing the tender subject. I assumed Liz had had, at least, some experience in the sack with guys; certainly I thought she must have been into some pretty heavy petting and more than likely had done a bit of oral stuff if nothing more. That probably was wishful thinking, as while I had never gone as far as to suggest I was sexually active, I did try to leave the impression I knew a damn sight more than I actually did. Fact is, except for some pretty hot necking and kissing and one time when a girl had tried to stroke my erection through my jeans, God, what a disaster that was, my actual knowledge of sex was very limited. Although I didn't know it then, Liz was about as inexperienced as I was.
By the time Liz and I gave up with the cards and put them away, I could hear snores that could only have been from dad. Since mom didn't try to shush him, I assumed that she, too, was asleep. That is why I felt it safe to say, "So Liz, getting much?"
"Wha…Oh you ass, of course not. Besides, I wouldn't tell you even if I were getting it on a regular basis every night. I'm surprised you would think me the sort of girl that would fuck some guy and then tell the world about it."
"Hey sis, calm down. I was only asking if you have been having fun, not how much or with whom. Besides, if I thought you were doing it with some guy or a girl for that matter, I'd be that last one to breath a word of it to anyone else. I guess I'm just curious and making conversation is all."
"Well it's none of your business what I do. And what's that shit about me and another girl? Jesus, do you think I'm the sort that would be doing it with another girl?"
"Hey Liz, what do I know about that shit? It's probably locker room bullshit but some seem to think girls, or at least, some girls enjoy girl/girl stuff. At least part of the time anyhow."
"Well, I'm not one of them. At least I don't think I am. Now, how about you? Since you brought the subject up, are you getting much? Any?"
"Oh yeah, how about nada, zero, zip? Would you believe that?"
"Ah poor Timmy, no pussy at all?"
I shrugged as if to say, "So what's the big deal? Probably a hell of a lot of guys aren't getting any," and said, "So, getting laid isn't everything, you know."
Liz just looked thoughtful for a time and then said, "Probably not but it does seem to use up a lot of time thinking about it, doesn't it? You know, you may be right about it not being everything though. On the other hand, ever consider we might feel that way because we aren't getting any? Anyhow, all I can say is that I do hope I get to go with a guy sometime that doesn't get so excited he blows his load the moment I touch his dick though. Nothing quite like a guy with his shorts soaked with his own cum to bring an abrupt end to a mediocre date."
I sat in silence for a moment then said, "Yeah, tell me about it. I did manage to get mine stroked a time or two before I embarrassed myself though."
"Oh. Did she actually have her hand on it?"
"Naw, only through my jeans."
Liz laughed, "Guess I'm one up on you then. I at least got my hand inside his pants and actually touched bare skin before everything went south. Jesus, you guys sure do pump out stuff that's messy and sticky. It's a good thing I was wearing jeans or I wouldn't have had a thing to wipe my hands on after he came all over me. Woulda served him right if I wiped on his tee shirt. Didn't even think of it until I had already soiled my own pants though."
I laughed and said, "My, we ARE a hell of a pair to draw to aren't we? Well, guess it must be about time to turn in. Guess I better get both fires stoked up for the night and kindling ready for morning though."
I went outside to the woodshed to get an armload of wood so I could stoke the fires one last time and Liz came along to get a generous armload of kindling. It was still snowing hard and I commented that with any luck at all we would become snowbound and have to miss school after the first of the year. "Yeah, wouldn't that be great?" Then, with hardly a pause, she continued, "How much do you suppose has accumulated anyhow?"
It was a simple matter to take a stick of kindling and plunge it into the new snow. I marked the snow line on the stick with my finger and straightened and mused, "Must be all of seven inches."
"So how is it you seem to know exactly where seven inches is on that stick?"
I laughed and said, "Liz, I think I am pretty well acquainted with how much seven inches is; hell I should, I have to hold that much often enough."
Laughing, Liz gasped, "That much huh? Must be terrible, going around with that much and not having anywhere wet and warm to put it."
I had a rejoinder on the tip of my tongue but thought better of uttering it; it occurred to me that I had better knock that sort of talk off before I managed to get myself into a bunch of trouble. Back inside and with both fires burning hot, Liz and I went back outside, she to use the outhouse and me to piss a hole in the snow.
Inside the confines of the cabin once again, Liz and I sat down and removed our boots before dropping our jeans. Clad as we were in thermal knit underwear, neither of us got to see much of each other, like nothing at all, and we went up to our bed. I politely followed my sister up the steep stairway and, had she paused suddenly, I would have had my nose shoved into the cleft of her ass. Alas, nothing like that happened and I had to content myself by contemplating what could happen if she were willing and I could, somehow, get up courage enough to make a move. Before ascending the stairs, I turned the gas off on the last lantern still burning and the dieing illumination was just enough to permit us to see our way up the stairs. Once at the foot of our bed, there was barely enough light to see as we both removed our shirts and tossed them onto the bed. Then Liz whispered, "Timmy, look away please, I'm going to take my bra off."
It was totally dark by that time but, dutifully, I started to turn away as requested but Liz touched me in the darkness to let me know it was okay if I wanted to watch. Would have been wonderful if only the light from the lantern had lasted a bit longer! For all the good it did to watch my sister remove her bra in the total darkness, I may just as well have looked away because, either way, I wouldn't have seen her tits or anything more than a dim outline of someone standing near me. At that, I believe anything I saw was mostly in my mind; certainly my eyes weren't much help!
Mostly by feel, we found our own sleeping bags and crawled into them. Surprisingly, an amazing amount of heat had risen in the cabin and the sleeping area wasn't very cold at all. Actually, shortly after closing the zipper and snuggling down, I had to unzip and, eventually, open the button closure at the top of my long underwear. Before long, rustling and the sound of a zipper told me that Liz, too, was a bit too warm and was trying to get comfortable.
Then, without saying a word, I felt my sister's hand snake over and fumble around until she found my hand and we stayed with hands clasped for several minutes. I relaxed when Liz tried to drag my hand toward her and let her place it squarely atop her right breast.
Holding hands had been fun and comfortable; having my hand on my sister's bare breast was an out-of-this-world experience and my cock instantly grew rock hard. Not that anything came of it but a guy can hope, even if it is his own sister he is feeling. It would have been nice if Liz had put her hand inside my sleeping bag and underwear to hold my dick but with my luck I would probably have filled her hand with cum and I already knew her thoughts about that sort of thing!
Nothing more happened before I fell asleep and that is amazing since I had been contemplating the feel of a female breast for so long I should have been way too excited to sleep when it finally happened. I did feel a bit guilty knowing that it was my own sister I was feeling up but, since it wasn't of my doing, I relaxed and let myself enjoy the feel of her warm flesh.
The cabin, totally devoid of insulation, must have cooled quickly but if and when it did, I wasn't aware. I only know that I awakened to the sound of dad building the fires up when morning arrived. A quick glance toward the mound that was my sister in her sleeping bag reassured me that she, too, must have got cold during the night and zipped her bag all the way to the top. Thankful that I hadn't been caught with my hand on my sister's breast, I turned my attention to the immediate problem; I had a terrific, piss induced, woody. I was faced with the problem of how to get out of bed without either mom or Liz becoming aware of my obviously aroused condition. The longer I stayed in bed thinking about it, the worse it got until, finally, I had no choice but to swallow my sense of propriety and let them see me should either be awake.
Bundled as I was, I had no way of knowing my erection had forced the fly opening of my underwear open enough to allow the entire length of my fully engorged dick to protrude into view. Had I been paying attention rather than watching to see that mom was asleep, I might have been able to tuck myself back in before I opened the sleeping bag wide and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.
As luck would have it, my sudden movement caught mom's attention and her eyes were wide by the time I noticed just what she was looking at. I knew there was no way to tuck myself away gracefully and I turned my back so my throbbing cock wouldn't be the object of mom's attention. Of course, turning my back toward mom exposed everything I wished to conceal to my sister's avid gaze and I gave up, muttered, "Aw shit," and did my best to get my dick back into my underwear.
Mom giggled at my discomfort and then apologized saying, "Oh Tim, I'm sorry, don't be embarrassed, you should be proud the Good Lord was so generous when he made that part of you."
Liz giggled and said, "Amen to that Mom. I imagine that thing will be the answer to some young thing's prayers – if it isn't already."
I didn't respond to either of them, didn't even say as much as a 'Good morning' as I made my hasty way down the stairway. At that, I had to pause long enough to slip into my boots before going outside. It was while enjoying the blessed relief one gets when the pressure is finally off that I heard the door open and saw mom make her way toward the outhouse. I guess she had to pee rather badly herself, as she had only taken time to slip into her boots before coming outside. My sister followed immediately behind mom and she was dressed pretty much the same as mom was. Since mom reached the outhouse first, Liz came on toward where I still stood with my dick in hand. Upon reaching me, she said, "Tim, would you mind turning away, I can't wait for mom to finish." Then she giggled and added, "Jesus, would you listen to me, here I have the gall to ask you to look away while about all I can see is you holding your cock. Forget it, go ahead and watch if you wish."
With that, Liz tugged her long johns down to her boot tops and tried to squat so she could pee. I saw right away that if she didn't squat until her bare butt was in the snow, she was going to pee on her underwear and boots. I guess Liz noticed too because she looked up at me with a rather forlorn expression and said, damn, now what do I do?"
Silently and without bothering to shake the last drop or putting my dick away, I stepped close and held out my arm so that Liz could hold on and shift her weight until she could pee without wetting her clothing or filling her boots. Liz looked up and said appreciatively, "Thanks Tim, that was a big help."
Then her eyes drifted downward and she looked at my cock waving not more that six inches in front of her face. She looked back up and in a very small voice asked, "Tim, would you mind if I touch you?"
I remembered the great feeling I experienced the night before when she put my hand on her breast and my desire to have her touch me and said, "Shoot no Liz, as a matter of fact, I'd be the happiest guy around if you would touch me. Better be quick though, mom must be about finished."
A moment later I experienced the thrill of the feel of the first female hand ever to touch my throbbing cock. At least Liz was the first to actually touch my bare skin. She even closed her palm, grasping me firmly and gave a few strokes before mom's voice said, "My that looks like fun. First time?"
The speed with which Liz and I swung our heads to look at mom would have been funny if it hadn't been us she caught being stupid. Naturally Liz dropped me as if she had just received an electrical shock and she tried to explain, "Mom, it isn't what you might"… Then, with a rueful shrug she went on, "Oh shit Mom, who do I think I'm kidding? Yes, I had Timmy's dick in my hand and it felt wonderful. I suppose I should say I'm sorry but I'm not!" She looked up toward me and said, "Thanks for lending me the use of your arm Tim; I would probably have pissed all over my clothes and boots if you hadn't been here to help."
Liz looked back toward mom and said, "Mom, there's no excuse for me touching Tim the way I did but like I said, I'm not sorry I did it. I just wish I had known how nice a guy's hard thing feels a long time ago. Maybe things would be a little different now, I don't know."
Mom laughed and said, "Well, I don't see that any permanent harm has been done. I guess every girl has to learn about hard cocks some time. She paused and added, "And that one looks to be about as hard as any I have ever seen. Now, let's get back inside before we freeze."
Liz stood and raised her underwear and I managed to tuck myself back out of sight but it wasn't easy. What with my sister and mother's gaze and Liz' touch I was still as hard as ever, a fact that didn't escape the notice of either. But there was no further discussion about what had just occurred. At least not right then there wasn't. The subject has come up a time or two when Liz and I have been alone since then, however! Well, even mom mentioned once that it was with considerable difficulty that she resisted the temptation to approach Liz and me to see for herself what my cock felt like that morning.
The snowfall continued until late in the afternoon making most outdoor activity unpleasant so the entire family spent most of the day inside. Fortunately each of us brought along reading material in case we found ourselves in the exact situation we were in. The heavy clouds dissipated rather quickly and by early evening the sky was a beautiful blue. Of course the advent of clear skies meant that the temperature would drop; it's just that no one had a clue as to how cold it would get. Actually there wasn't much we could have done about it had we known. By the time we realized that it was going to turn very cold, it was way to late to even consider abandoning our adventure and trying to head for home. Had we done that, there's no telling what direction our lives would have taken. It is highly unlikely our family relationship would have become as close as it did before the next morning dawned however.
Once back inside the cabin, we all dressed warmly and waited impatiently for the cabin to warm. Then dad and I assumed our normal camp routine and began to prepare breakfast. Dad had a secret recipe known only to him for making pancakes from scratch. While he busied himself with the pancake batter, I opened packages of nearly frozen bacon and link sausages. Fortunately I checked the condition of the Maple syrup in time to get it thawed in time to eat. Because it was so cold and I knew we needed the energy, I peeled and diced potatoes for frying and broke eggs into a couple of bowls. (I can't seem to be able to break eggs into a frying pan without breaking at least some of the yolks and since everyone likes unbroken fried eggs, I find taking the extra step of breaking the eggs into bowls very helpful.)
Working together, dad and I managed to put breakfast on the table. Perhaps our efforts didn't produce the most nutritious meal, but it was delicious if I do say so myself!
Since dad and I created the mess, I was more than willing to do up the dishes after we finished eating but mom and Liz wouldn't have it, shooed dad and me away and did the dishes themselves while dad and I brought in more wood and replenished the water supply.
As I said earlier, most of the day was devoted to reading with a brief break for lunch. Once, late in the morning and again, later in the afternoon, Liz and I bundled up and foraged out into the snow but neither seemed much interested in strapping on our skies to check out any of the hiking trails we generally use in the summertime. We did try walking along one of the trails for a short distance but the snow was too deep and it required more effort than either seemed interested in putting out.
Speaking of 'putting out', had the temperature been in the eighties and had there been a grassy meadow handy, Liz and I might just have explored our sexuality a bit more than we did. As it was, when we realized the need to relieve ourselves, we did get into a situation that was very similar to the one we had been in earlier in the day. Liz told me she had to pee and would I mind lending a hand as I had the first time. Naturally I was all for helping her and lent a hand after she tugged her outer clothing down around her ankles. I know the gentlemanly thing to have done was to lend a hand and look away but…
Anyhow, I didn't look away but watched with interest as Liz' labia separated slightly and the yellowish pee gushed forth. Again, had she not had my arm for support, there's no telling where all the flow of urine would have gone. When finished, Liz remained squatting and continued to hold my arm but she did look up with twinkling eyes and say, "Okay Tim, your turn but since you seemed so interested in watching me pee, I think I'll stay right here and watch while you do it."
I wasn't certain that letting my sister watch as I pissed an orange hole in the snow was the greatest of ideas until it occurred to me that she might just decide to touch me again. That was all it took for me to unzip and drag my cock into the open. Usually it is only the first time I pee in the morning that I get really hard but that time, hoping against hope that Liz would choose to grasp me again, I rose to the occasion.
From her position squatting at my side, Liz said, "Wait Tim. Would it be all right if I do the holding this time?" Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and grasped me just as urine began to flow along the tube at the bottom of my dick and it was my sister that made tiny orange tracks in the snow with my piss.
Liz knew nothing of the need to shake when I finished but she didn't need to. She had no desire to relinquish her grip and began stroking gently after the final few drops fell into the snow. My pleasure was almost overwhelming and I knew instinctively that I wouldn't be able to hold out long if Liz continued to jerk my cock the way she was. "Hey sis, you might want to be careful doing that. Much more and you'll have me cumming all over if you don't quit."
Liz grinned and said, "Sort of what I was hoping Bro. Like I said, I have had a guy cum all over my hand but I haven't actually seen it happen. If you don't mind, I'll just continue and see what happens."
"Mind Hon, just try to stop now and see what happens."
A moment later, both of us watched as stringy spurts of white goo burst from my cock and shot out onto the snow. Actually, when compared to the whiteness of newly fallen snow, cum is almost the color of heavy cream but I don't guess either of us cared about that. I know I didn't!
When I finished cumming, I showed my sister how I milk the final drops of cum from my dick. Then I reached and stripped a small piece of bark from a birch tree and wiped the final drop from the head of my dick.
After that and as Liz was reaching for her clothing in order to stand and pull herself back together, I said, "Liz, I guess girls do themselves don't they?" At her affirmative nod, I continued, "So would it be okay if I try to do you?" Liz nodded again and stood leaving her feet spread slightly and her clothing around her ankles making it clear that she had no objection to my groping her most private place.
"Liz?" My question was tentative but I continued anyway, "This is all new for me so you may have to tell or, better yet, show me what all I need to do."
"Well Timmy, why not put your hand on me and see if maybe instinct doesn't help. Shit, I certainly never jerked a guy off before and I managed to figure it out without help from you."
"True, but it doesn't require a rocket scientist to figure out that all it takes to get a guy off is to run her hand back and forth the length of his cock."
"Well, why not just try and see what happens. If necessary I'll tell you what feels good and, if necessary, I'll try to guide your hand but that will probably be like trying to bring myself off with a dildo or something."
"God Sis, have you used one of those things?"
"No silly but girls do talk to one another you know. Now hurry before we both freeze. I don't suppose that frozen stiff, I will get much pleasure from your hand."
With that, I did kneel and reach out to touch my sister's pussy. My touch was gentle and admiring as I traced the outline of her slit up one side, across the nubbin of her sheathed clit and back down the other side. I was curious as I spread her labia slightly and saw the hole I would have loved to put my cock into. As it was, I satisfied myself, and my sister I guess, by inserting a finger inside until I felt resistance. I looked up into Liz' eyes with a questioning look and she said, "Tim, I imagine that's my hymen. I've felt it too and that's the only thing I can think it might be."
"Oh. Guess I better stay away from it then. I don't need to be breaking it."
"Well probably not like this or right now anyway. I suppose you're right, damn it all anyhow."
"Liz, I don't think our society approves of a brother taking his sister's virginity. Even with his finger."
"To hell with society. If we decide to fuck sometime, I think it should be something for you and I to decide, not the whole damn world. Well, I guess it would be nice if mom and dad approved but that's not likely to happen. Do you think?"
"Liz, I've not spent a hell of a lot of time worrying about it, but, now that you bring it up, I suppose having mom and dad's approval would take a lot of the guilt about fucking you away. Like you say though, that's not likely to happen and I have no idea when or if we'll ever be able to do anything. Even if we wanted to."
I continued playing with my sister's pussy while we talked but became silent as she became more and more aroused and began bucking her groin into my hand. Surprisingly, at least to me, her hip movements were much the same as mine when I really get with it and am close to cumming. As Liz picked up the tempo, I managed to slip another finger into her vagina and, finally, I had three fingers fingering the inside of my sister's pussy while, without even being told, I knew that rubbing her clit with my thumb was helping to get her off.
Suddenly, Liz sort of shuddered and murmured a long drawn out, "Mmmpf," of contentment and I sensed that I had managed to get my sister off, a not unpleasant event for either one of us! Then, half frozen, we restored our clothing and turned our steps back toward the cabin. Just before entering though, we did pause long enough for a long passionate kiss that didn't end until each had managed to explore the other's mouth with thrusting tongues.
Back inside once again, we noticed immediately that the stairs were down and neither mom nor dad were downstairs. Liz placed a foot on the bottom step and mom's voice came from somewhere up in the loft, "Hi kids, back so soon. Hey, please don't come up okay? You father and I are, umm, well I guess it doesn't matter what we are doing. Just please don't come up right now."
A moment later we heard dad say something in his deeper voice and mom giggled before saying, "God Dick, you're terrible. You know that don't you?"
There was another mumbled response that I couldn't make out and mom said, "No damn it Hon, there's no need for any of that, is there?"
Liz and I looked at one another and grinned; clearly mom and dad were having sex and dad must have suggested something she didn't want to do or didn't want us to know they do it or something. Then dad's voice was clearer as he said, "Honey, what harm can it do? They are both adults now and surely they must know some of this stuff goes on."
Mom's voice was quieter and, perhaps mildly exasperated as she said, "Honey, not right now, okay?"
Dad's response was unintelligible but it wasn't long before both mom and dad came downstairs. It must have been quite warm in the loft as neither wore more than their thermal underwear and dad's bottoms did little to contain the bulge of an obviously aroused dick. I knew well how little that type of clothing does to disguise a man's arousal. Too, and mom must have been aware, the top several buttons of the top of her underwear were not fastened and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. A glance toward the couch made it abundantly clear why she was dressed as she was. Both mom and dad had left most of their clothing on the couch when they decided to finish having fun upstairs on a bed. Mom's bra had been tossed carelessly on the floor near the couch. Mom saw where my eyes were directed and she reached instinctively for the bottommost button that was not fastened. Then she grinned and did something I never would have believed she would do. She released yet another button until part of the areola at the tip of each breast came into view.
No one spoke a word as mom and dad came downstairs and mom's taking note of her discarded clothing as well as releasing the button took but a brief moment. Then mom laughed nervously and said, well I suppose there's no need to hurry and try to get dressed now. Both of you know what we were doing up there and I guess I not ashamed of that. I just we could have finished a little sooner. Oh well, c'est la vie, I guess."
Liz giggled and said, "Hey guys, no need to be embarrassed or anything. Tim and I both know you guys have sex and where better than here while we are on vacation. Better than sitting reading and wishing you could do it like Tim and I have to do. But now I'm getting warm and if no one minds, I'm going to get comfortable. Maybe even as comfortable as you are mom. Any objection?"
Mom laughed and said, "Okay honey, you'll not hear a complaint from me and I doubt very much that your father or brother will object either. You go ahead and get as comfortable as you would like."
Liz and I removed our outerwear and boots and she went upstairs only to return a few minutes later dressed exactly as mom was. She had even unfastened the exact same number of buttons so that most of her cleavage, including her areola, were exposed, as were moms.
Then it was my turn and following dad's lead, I went upstairs and removed my pants and shirt before returning downstairs. It was more than a little difficult to appear unconcerned that the bulge at my groin was prominent but I figured that if dad could do it there was no reason why I couldn't as well. I think that if it hadn't been chilly, we might well have decided to try out nudism right then and there. On the other hand we may not have and I suppose I'll never know about that.
The weather grew steadily colder as each trip for more wood proved and it wasn't long until everyone was fully dressed again. It wasn't long after we ate dinner and the dishes were washed and dried that we gave up trying to sit and socialize and went up and got into bed. Before going up, dad and I made certain we had a large supply of wood stored inside and stoked both fires to capacity. Then, thinking it might be comfortable enough to read once we were in our sleeping bags, dad took both gas lanterns and carried them up into the loft.
With mom and dad wrapped securely in their combined sleeping bag, Liz in hers and me in mine, we did try reading for a while but no one read for long, we had to leave an arm outside to hold the book and too much cold air entered the opening thus created. Finally, dad asked if anyone needed the light any longer and when he received no argument, he rose to extinguish the lights. He never did it though as mom suggested he leave them burning for whatever heat they might produce.
I was almost asleep and was shivering in the cold when Liz spoke up and said, "You asleep mom? God I'm freezing, isn't there anything we can do to stay warm?"
Mom's voice wasn't very sleepy when she replied, "Honey, I don't have much it the way of a suggestion except perhaps…"
"What Mom, please tell me before I freeze to death."
"Well Liz, I suppose that if you and your brother agree, you could zip your bags together the way your father and I did. That might help but I don't know that either of you would be willing to do that because there are some dangers you know."
"What, that we might have sex or something? Well what if we did? Would that be so terrible? Be better than freezing to death."
Mom laughed and said, "Oh Honey, I doubt you would actually freeze to death but whatever. Go ahead and zip up together if you both want to. Like your father said earlier and I imagine both of you heard him, you are adults now and if sex is what you want…well, don't let fear of what we might think stop you…you might be pleasantly surprised. Anyhow, before you decide there is one thing you both should be aware of."
Mom paused until Liz prompted her, "Go on mom, what is it we should we be aware of should we decide to do it?"
Mom laughed and said, "In case you don't already know, sex can be messy as hell. You better have a towel or some towels handy because if you don't, I can guarantee an awfully uncomfortable night trying to keep from sleeping in a pool of semen. Cold as it is I imagine that freezing cold, wet cum would be that much worse."
Dad raised his head and said, "Take it from me, that stuff does not make for a good nights sleep."
Moments later, Liz and I were out of our sleeping bags and were zipping them together. With that task accomplished, we quickly got back into the joined bags and snuggled tightly in an effort to get warm again.
Whatever else anyone might say about our arrangement, snuggling together in one large sleeping bag was a hell of a lot warmer than sleeping alone and we soon were almost too warm. Liz and I started out with me lying on my side while she spooned tight against my backside with her right arm draped across my ribs. It didn't take long for my sister to locate the elastic band at the top of the bottom half of my underwear and slip her hand inside to grasp my hardening dick. I couldn't help emitting a soft sigh of contentment as I relished the feel of my sister's hand on my cock.
I guess mom couldn't help hearing my sigh because she giggled and said, "What's the matter Tim, your sister find your dick already?"
"MOM," Liz' annoyed voice, "People aren't supposed to talk about that sort of thing…are they?"
Dad spoke before mom could reply, "I can't think of any good that ever came from NOT discussing things. Especially those things that make us feel good and I assume that if you DO have Tim firmly in hand, both of you feel good about it and are quite happy about it."
"Yeah Dad, Liz is holding my cock and it DOES feel great. I just wish it hadn't taken all these years to get brave enough to try something like this!"
Dad spoke again and said, "Well Son, it's NOT a long time ago so I suppose now I can safely say, 'You're never too young to learn.' Four or five years ago I would have bitten my tongue off before admitting that. At least out loud and so you and your sister could hear."
Liz began a gentle stroking motion while dad and I were bullshitting and I had to chuckle and say, "Uh Liz, perhaps I had better run and get some towels before we have a little ACCIDENT. I do try to be a gentleman, at least some of the time, but I draw the line at being the one to have to lay in a pool of cold, wet cum all night "
"Okay, do it Bro, do it and be quick about it, please?"
I didn't bother trying to tuck my throbbing dick out of sight when I got out of the sleeping bag, mainly because I didn't think I could and because I didn't think mom or dad would be paying attention to what was happening across the way in Liz' and my bed. Wrong! Mom and dad both were watching as I swung my feet to the floor and stood. The moment mom saw the condition of my cock she whistled softly and said, "Yes Tim, you better damn well hurry back before your sister has to wait for seconds."
Embarrassed, I did hurry but even anticipating what was about to happen, what with my taking the time to heap more wood on the fires and the cold, my dick lost a lot of its rigidity before I climbed back into bed. Liz was quick to rectify that problem though. Whatever, getting out of and back into bed allowed me to lie facing Liz and that gave me ample opportunity to place one hand on her pussy and the other on her breasts. With all her good stuff in hand, I leaned in and we began to kiss up a storm. In less time than it takes to write this, we began thrusting our pelvises toward one another and in a very short time Liz murmured, "Timmy, PLEASE," in anxious tones that let me know the time had arrived.
Thankful that the long wait was finally over, I struggled to get my long johns off while Liz squirmed and worked out of her own garments. Then, quickly, I nudged Liz onto her back and took up a position kneeling between her spread thighs. The entire process of getting ourselves ready to fuck must have been an amusing sight but near as I could tell, mom and dad were feigning sleep or, at least, disinterest in what was going on right next to them. The undressing and positioning, a difficult thing to do when in a sleeping bag, even one that is made up of two singles zipped together, although difficult was something I would gladly go through time and time again. In fact, Liz and I did just that several more times before our winter Holiday ended
Anyhow, once we finally got ourselves ready, Liz grasped me firmly and tugged me toward her precum slick vagina and I did my best to position myself so that I wouldn't crush her. Hot as we were, I doubt she would have much cared if my weight were a bit more than she could bear – just so that my throbbing cock made its way into her pussy.
Fortunately I had presence of mind enough to remember her maidenhead and took it easy until penetration was halted at the gateway to her virginity. Then Liz gave a little upward heave and I was in – all the way in! I'm sure Liz was aware there would be some small pain when she lost her cherry and had prepared herself for some hurt. Still though, it bothered me to be the one to cause the physical pain.
Liz gasped as I broke through and with a tear or two, visible in the dim light, and whispered, "It's okay Tim, it's done now. Let me rest a moment to get used to being filled with your big cock and I'm sure everything will be fine."
I held myself suspend with most of my cock motionless in Liz' vagina until a faint thrusting signaled she was ready to continue and we began bucking and thrusting easily as each of us tried to match our own motions to those of the other. The pace quickened as each became accustomed to the thrusts of the other.
I guess it's true what they say about first timers not having much success at holding out long or perhaps we were having such a great time doing it we didn't make an effort to delay climaxing. Whatever, time seemed to stand still at first and then, long before I wanted it to happen, I felt the familiar tenseness in my groin and knew I was going to cum. I only had time to gasp, "Liz I'm going to cum," and did.
The first spurt barely shot into my sister's pussy when she almost shouted, "YES," and her whole body gave a delightful shudder. Small, but enough to let me know that she, too, was cumming with me.
I was still spurting cum when I thought to sneak a look toward our parent's bed and, surprisingly enough, both still feigned sleep. I grinned with the thought there was no way either could have actually been sleeping. Not while their kids were engaged in the taboo act of fucking one another for the first time. On the other hand, watching the weird gyrations we made while in that sleeping bag couldn't have been very erotic either.
Strangely enough, neither Liz nor I was the least bit cold for several minutes after coming down from our climaxes. I can't say I was perspiring the way I do now when we have sex in warm weather, but I was comfortably warm. Liz said she was too! We did manage to stay warm enough in each other's arms that neither even considered getting our long johns back on until it was time to get out of bed in the morning.
One thing about breaking the bonds of modesty and propriety, neither mom nor dad felt any need to hide their own sexual activity. As when they could have been watching Liz and me, the two of us soon tired of trying to see them screwing when all there was to see was a heaving sleeping bag. That didn't hold once we arrived back home where the furnace made it possible to do stuff out in the open. There, Liz couldn't get over watching dad's hard, thick cock plunge into mom's pussy. I must confess that seeing foamy cum seep from mom's pussy while dad's cock plumbed the depths of her vagina was something of a turn on for me as well.
It wasn't until the following day while we were trying, once again, to walk one of the trails that we ventured to discuss our feelings and describe our emotions about what all went on in bed the night before; or the second time a couple of hours or so later, for that matter. Anyhow, by talking freely, we discovered what each liked best about the physical act of screwing. We also found out what the other was uncomfortable with so that future trysts would be ones of sheer pleasure for each. One thing for sure, we agreed that once having had sex, neither had any desire to quit. Liz laughed and said, "Now all we have to do is decide which bed we will be sleeping in, yours or mine."
End.