Chandler, Monica, Ross and Rachel drove upstate to go sledding and play in the snow. They played like kids, running, throwing snowballs, and making plenty of noise. Some of the children on the sledding hill were attracted to their youthful exuberance, and the parents let them ride down the hill with the four friends.
By late afternoon, clouds had closed in, and it began to snow heavily. The cold, dry snow did not damp their enthusiasm. One man said, "There's a lot of snow down south. Some of the roads are closed." That sent a chill down Ross's spine. He was the cautious, careful, safety-minded one.
Ross, said, "Uh, guys, we'd better boogie on out of here before the roads are all impassable." They gathered up their gear and loaded the car. Ross and Chandler put on the chains, amid much cursing and skinned knuckles. Slush soaked through their clothing. Grease stained their hands.
Rachel and Monica remained comfortable inside the car. They couldn't understand why Ross and Chandler were both irritable when they got into the car. Chandler said, "Let's get the fuck out of here, and never do this again!" The road already had a few inches of fresh snow on it, and it got deeper with the continued snowfall. After struggling for a few miles, they came to a police roadblock, and were turned back. There was a village with a cute bed and breakfast, and they drove in. Ross said, "I hope there's a vacancy."
They found exactly what they had hoped for: a vacancy. Singular. One room at the inn, but, fortunately, it had two queen beds and a private bath. The proprietor offered them access to her kitchen to scare up something to eat. Monica whipped up a fine dinner, and they all took turns taking hot showers. They ate in the kitchen together. Ross said, "Well, I guess I can sleep in my long johns..."
Rachel protested, "I'm not wearing long johns. I have ski pants on. I can't sleep in those."
Chandler offered, "All our underclothes are sweaty and wet. I say we turn the lights out, and sleep in the nude, like always." The four nodded in unison.
The lighting in the room was not on board with Chandler's plan. They needed to be able to see well enough to get to the bathroom, but they couldn't arrange the lights to give enough light while remaining discrete. Monica put a thin shirt over a lamp, and that was the best they were able to achieve. She announced, "I'm tired. Let's undress under the covers, and be on the honor system after that." All present agreed.
The girls giggled a lot while they and their respective partners undressed under billowing sheets. Rachel and Monica went immediately into slumber party mode. They wouldn't stop chattering. Ross did what he always did when Rachel was talking on the phone. He pawed at her in an effort to disrupt her conversation. He stroked her body all over, cupped her breasts in his hands, massaged her, and even tried tickling her. Nothing would shut her up. Monica asked, "What's going on over there?"
Rachel said, in exasperation, "Oh, your brother is exhibiting one of his less gentlemanly attributes. He's mauling me to get me to stop talking."
Immediately, Monica was competitive. She turned to Chandler, "Did you hear that? What's wrong with us?"
Chandler shrugged and said, "Okay!" He fed himself one of Monica's breasts. Immediately, Monica had difficulty speaking. Her speech was punctuated by erotic moans. Chandler doubled down by snaking a hand down to her pussy. She blurted, "Oh, God, yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
Now, Rachel's sense of womanhood was threatened. She said, "You hear that, Ross? Step up your game, honey!" She asked Monica, "What's got you so hot, Monica?"
Monica moaned, "Ooh, the lips upstairs, and the fingers downstairs."
Ross kissed Rachel's nipples, and Rachel pulled one of his hands down to her pussy. That merely matched what Monica was getting. She reached for Ross's cock, and stroked it. It was difficult without any lubricant. Rachel said, "Wait, I've got some lotion in my bag." She rolled over and reached into her purse, collecting a small bottle of skin lotion. It made a decent lubricant, and soon Ross was rock hard. She said to Ross, but for Monica's benefit, "Now you're getting hard. Nice!"
Monica was alarmed, "Are you giving him a handjob?" Rachel did not answer. Monica protested, "Lotion is a banned substance! No fair!" Monica had skin cream on her dresser, and she used it to hone Chandler to diamond hardness. Monica said, for all to hear, "Way to go, Chandler, hard as an icicle!" Chandler winced at the awkward simile.
Rachel went nuclear. She whispered to Ross, "Fuck me." Ross refused. She pumped his cock harder, and hissed, "Stick me with that thing!"
Ross conceded, "I reluctantly agree." He rolled over on top of her.
Rachel narrated, "Oh, Ross, I love the feel of you on top of me. Make love to me, darling." Ross inserted his cock, and worked it all the way in with short strokes. "Yeah, slide it in, honey. Make love to me. All the way. Oh, yes!"
Monica was appalled, "Chandler, they're doing it! He's fucking her! Do something!"
