The Snowy Cabin
I had helped a friend I had grown up with, rebuild a cabin in the mountains near Big Bear Lake that he inherited from his grandmother. We had spent most weekends all summer completely remodeling the inside and then re-roofing it in early fall. I didn't get paid but he said I could use it any time I wanted to.
In early February, there was a big snow storm up there and I asked my wife Billi, if she wanted to go and play in the snow. She said yes and we decided to ask our good friends Clay and Sandi. Now they're about 4 years older than us but we have a lot of the same interests. I had known Clay since before he married Sandi as our parents were friends. When we asked them, they said they would love to if they could get a babysitter. We called and arranged one for our kids and soon they called saying they had gotten one too so the trip was on.
We picked them up in our van and headed to the hills. Clay began pouring tequila and orange juice as soon as we were on the freeway. Thankfully I had brought chains along for the van because the last 5 miles through the forest required them.
Once in the cabin, I asked Clay to start a fire and I had to turn on the oil for the furnace and make sure the water drains were closed before turning the water back on, those controls were under the cabin. Clay and I carried our luggage and supplies in but we couldn't get the girls to move from in front of the fireplace. Clay made them some stronger drinks to see if that would warm them up even though they were already pretty well buzzed.
It took about 15 or 20 minutes for the place to warm up. Once it did, the girls decided they were over-dressed and got out of their snow gear and came out of their bedrooms in tee shirts and cut-off jeans. Both girls are redheads, Sandi is a little slimmer than Billi but they're both pleasant on the eyes. They were giggling and carrying on like a couple of teenagers.
They both fell onto the couch and a few of Sandi's pubic hairs were peeking from her crotch. Neither of them looked like they were going to be able to cook dinner and I know Clay hates to cook so I looked in the fridge to see what the girls had bought for us to eat.
I was hoping that getting food into the girls stomachs would sober them up a little. I decided on spaghetti thinking it would be quick and easy. Wrong!
Getting the meal fixed was easy but the girls didn't want to leave the couch so I served it to them there in the living room. There is a large coffee table in front of the couch and Clay and I moved a couple of chairs to the other side. I was sitting across from Sandi and Clay across from Billi.
For some reason, about halfway through dinner, the girls got to arguing over who had the best colored red hair. Now what does a husband say when his wife shoves her hair in his face and asks which one is best. My wife's is a cinnamon red with streaks of brown and blond highlighting her red, while Sandi's is more of a deep strawberry blond red.
Clay and I agreed that they were both beautiful but in different ways. Sandi wasn't taking it laying down. She dropped her cut-offs and said, "Well, my pussy hair is prettier than yours."
Billi quickly dropped hers and said, "Want to bet?" and pushed her crotch towards us. Billi keeps her trimmed about ΒΌ' long while Sandi's is about a 1Β½" long.
Clay and I were without words. "Well," Sandi demanded, "which of us has the prettier pussy hair?" At this point, Sandi moved to shove her pussy in my face and Billi did the same to Clay.
"They're both lovely," we chimed in.
Billi said, "Mine's softer," and moved Clay's hand to her pussy.
Clay said, "I need a better feel."
As Clay rubbed her pussy, he was running a finger across her clit and Billi had this half smile. Sandi wasn't happy and grabbed a handful of spaghetti and rubbed it into Billi's pussy and Clay's hand. Billi then took a handful of spaghetti and threw it in Sandi's face and the food fight was on.
Clay retreated to the other side of the room. At first, I tried to separate the girls and received a hard slap in the face for my efforts and joined Clay. During the fight, both of them had ripped the other's shirts off.
Clay said, "Think we should break this up?"
I said, "I don't see any blood yet, do you?"
He laughed saying, "It's hard to tell with all that spaghetti sauce." The girls hit the floor and were rolling around and starting to pull hair when all of a sudden, they started laughing and the fight was over.