March 2018, Norway
"Fuck!" Anna thought as the distant figure of Aunt Britt disappeared behind a sharp turn. "Who could've known it would be such an ordeal to keep up with a 44-year old?"
It was early March and they had started their descent from the mountain. The terrain was bumpy and full of unexpected turns, which made it a a challenge just to stand on your feet. Anna considered herself a good skier, but was mostly used to alpine skiing. With cross-country skis it was much more difficult to keep your balance when going down steep slopes, since the skis were so thin. So although she hated it, Anna had to deliberately slow down some times, using her skis as breaks. With the inevitable and humiliating result that she lagged further and further behind Aunt Britt. She had expressly told the older woman not to wait for her though until they were down by the lake -- this was humiliating enough already.
After zigzagging her way through the forest and being close to falling several times, Anna reached the lake. Aunt Britt was already drinking hot chocolate from her thermos.
"And Agnieszka?" Britt asked.
"I think she fell once. But she should be here any second."
"I'm impressed with you. Marianne and Mona told me you were good, but not this good!"
"Come on, I had no chance to keep up with you. I feel like a loser!"
The 44-year old blonde laughed.
"Well, you shouldn't! For somebody with limited cross-country experience to slide down these hills without falling is impressive. A little more practice and I'll be the one struggling to keep up."
"Yeah right," Anna sighed. "You're a true natural, like Mona. Don't think I'm ever gonna reach your level."
"Remember I've been skiing down these hills since I was a little girl," Aunt Britt smiled. "I know every bump in that forest."
"There she is."
The Polish woman appeared from between the trees and managed just to avoid colliding with Anna. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked rather exhausted.
"You girls are torturing me!" she said, "I didn't know I signed up for extreme sports when I accepted your invitation."
"You did great!" Britt encouraged her. "And now we only have 1 km to the cabin where we'll light up the fireplace and enjoy some mulled wine. If that is still the plan?"
"Most def!" Anna replied. It had been her idea that they go to the cabin and spend the night there instead of going home.
"I will just call Marianne and let her know. There should finally be some kind of network here."
Agnieszka was still resting on her sticks, trying to regain her breath.
"And I actually used to think I was a decent skier."
"So did I!" Anna said. "That family is just completely crazy."
"All is good on the farm," Aunt Britt reported. "Marianne is still in bed, but feeling slightly better."
"And Mona?"
"Mona is fine apparently. She's reading a book about the French revolution or something. I told her you'd call her later."
Anna had her doubts that Mona had any flu at all. As usual with her girlfriend, there was probably some morally dubious agenda behind the decision not to go with them. She even had an idea what it could be...
"Water anyone?"
Agnieszka nodded and took a large sip, using the water also to wipe her mouth.
"Isn't it beautiful here?" Britt asked. "I've been here like a thousand times but I'm still struck by the beauty."
"It sure is beautiful," the Ukrainian teenager responded. "It's just that I spent the last 20 minutes trying not to get killed. Then even the most gorgeous scenery takes second stage."
Britt was right, the scenery was amazing. The snow-covered forest and hills always took Anna's breath away. But somehow, Anna found all the female beauty surrounding her even more enchanting. Aunt Britt was simply a gorgeous woman, and with her cheeks flushed and her blonde locks sticking out from underneath her winter hat, she looked even more sensual than usual. And her body was gorgeous -- long feminine thighs and gorgeous buttocks. Trying to keep up with the 44-year old had at least given Anna ample occasion to study her figure.
Then there was Agnieszka, Britt's friend. 37 years of age and originally from Poland, she had been living in Norway for 10 years now working as a chemist at the local power plant. Initially, Anna had been a little bit disappointed when Aunt Britt announced that a friend was coming along -- she'd preferred to have Aunt Britt to herself. Then when she actually saw Agnieszka she felt much more comfortable with her presence. Also she a blonde, with grey eyes, shoulder length hair and delicious, inviting thighs that just begged for a girl to place her face between them. Anna, of course, was no stranger to the allure of Polish women -- Julia from Kraków had been her lover for almost a year, although lately they had lost touch because of Julia's new girlfriend. Julia's beauty could only be described as other-worldly and Anna would often find herself reliving their love-making in her dreams. Agnieszka was also super-hot, maybe not as divinely beautiful as Julia, but definitely a 9/10. Her ass looked nice in a ski suit so Anna decided to tail the Polish girl the last kilometre across the lake to the cabin.
Finally, it was there. The cabin. Where it all started. Every time she saw it it brought back so many memories. The skinny-dipping, the two cousins seducing her. It was less than two years ago, but it felt like an eternity. Like, had she even had a life a life before Mona and Marianne?
Once inside, Anna immediately started lighting up the firewood. It was freezing cold now, but Anna knew from experience that it took less than an hour to get the cabin warm and cosy.
"Get those logs burning, Anna," Agnieszka hurried her. "I've been dreaming about a cup of gløgg for the past three hours."
Gløgg was the Scandinavian version of mulled wine and a favourite with Aunt Britt and the rest of the family. Turned out her Polish friend liked it too. Agnieszka had a lively and flirtatious manner and Anna figured she'd be fun to drink with. She opened two bottles of red wine and poured them into a kettle that she placed on top of the fireplace. Into the mix she added a solid dose of blackcurrant juice.
"Nuts and raisins are in the closet," Britt informed. "Agnieszka, I did tell you about the Spartan conditions here, right? We can heat up some water so that you can wash your face, but there are no shower possibilities, unfortunately."