"This is the most exciting vacation I've ever been on, I'll tell you that."
Bethany glared at me over her shoulder, then rolled her eyes as she turned back toward the shelf and continued to read the label on whatever it was. I had to admit -- still do -- that she looks pretty cute all bundled up.
Her big puffy white jacket hid half of her body, including her round and perky tits, but her legs and ass were hugged tightly by the jeans and the long underwear I knew she had on beneath. She didn't care if I was staring at her ass, I knew -- she loved the constant reminders of how sexy she was -- but some old, deeply ingrained reflex forced me to only try it as she was looking away.
I was leaning bodily on the handle of the shopping cart, trailing behind her a few feet in the cramped mountain grocery store. The long fluorescent lights were the only illumination -- it was well after dark, and Bethany had dragged me out to haul groceries for her as we went food shopping for the whole trip. It was the first night of our ski vacation in Tahoe, the fifth of its kind; we made a lot more ski trips, actually, but we only went to Tahoe once a year.
There was a house we rented up that way every time, and we typically stayed for a few weeks. Of course, it being a ski vacation, it was the dead of winter, and it had just snowed pretty heavily the night before; the whole place was quite chilly and covered in a thick layer of pristine snow. I was already anxious to get out on the slopes -- the only thing holding me back was how anxious I was to enjoy another little tradition... to start things off, on the first night, all of us would strip naked, get in the hot tub, and let things proceed from there.
I probably looked pretty silly. It would at least a decade before I was truly comfortable in my own shoes as a hominus male. I wasn't even physically mature yet; I was about six and a half feet tall at that point in time -- go convert it to metric yourself, I'm done with that -- and about two hundred pounds. I towered over Bethany's five feet and two inches, and she looked several years younger than me -- but she was the one closely inspecting everything, reading the label in detail, and either putting it back or dropping it into the increasingly heavy shopping cart.
The store was fairly crowded -- high season had just started -- with people from all over the place, but mostly white and Asian folks. Bethany, whose ancestry was primarily Hispanic, and myself, well, you know about the mongrel I am, and in a place like Tahoe, for reasons which I don't really want to get into the long version of... we both kind of stood out in that day and age.
Bethany had appointed herself Chief Nutritionist of our little family ever since our trip back from the Vault. She'd spent basically the whole time there studying 15226's notes, and she was convinced that she was on the verge of unlocking some kind of special, dormant abilities that the Experimenter had imbued us with, if only she could find the right amino acids or something. The ritual was simple - she picked out everything while showing off that perfect ass, I paid for everything while continuing to stare at said ass, and I usually ended up cooking all of our food too... sometimes also while staring at aforementioned ass.
About an hour and a half of Bethany's ass later, I pushed the full-up cart up to the register and paid for the whole thing. I wheeled it all out while Bethany pulled around our big SUV we'd rented -- I could never fit comfortably in anything else anymore. I got back in to drive, and she hopped herself up into the shotgun seat and off we went.
I had to be careful, of course -- the roads were icy and it was really dark out -- but I was fairly good at it by that point. Bethany took off her jacket, revealing the dark red turtleneck sweater she had on beneath, which hugged her tits as nicely as the jeans swept around her ass. She noticed me checking her out, and smiled. One finger stretched out, and ran up and down my arm.
"Mmmmmm.... What do you want to eat first tonight? The steak? The salmon?" She bit her lip, wiggling an eyebrow.
"I'm not really starving yet... what do you think Em and Nina are up to?"
"Oh, I think there's something they're eating already." Bethany licked her lips.
"Good, we should join them then, and sample whatever dish that is." I smiled.
She fidgeted in her seat. "Don't get me too hot, it's probably not good for me to distract you too much by masturbating in the shotgun seat and all."
I snorted. We made some small talk the rest of the way back. We found the driveway easily enough even in the dark. Our place was a two-story ski lodge, in its own sizable chunk of land in the high forest. The tall, dark trees towered above the house, but in the dark they were just looming vertical shadows in all directions.
The thick snow formed a ghostly layer surrounding the house, though tinted slightly orange by the lights coming out of the house windows inside -- by the way it was flickering, I was guessing Emily or Nina had started up the fireplace.
What we liked most about the place was that it was so private; that didn't come cheap in a place like Tahoe, but it was worth it. There was no need for the neighbors to get a good view of all the group sex going on next door. The house had a porte-cochere off to one side, with a few other cars under it -- probably Nina's and Emily's rentals, I figured. I pulled up under it as well, cutting off the engine and getting out, then opening the trunk.
Despite the girls being physically stronger than me up until about a year before that point, it seemed to be assumed that I would do all physical labor regardless. Bethany got out and went inside, and I heard some squealing as the three girls were reunited. We'd been separated for a couple weeks -- Emily had been up in New York again for some case, Nina had been in Nicaragua for some reason I can't remember, and Bethany and I had remained at home. We'd agreed to meet up here. I put a few things in the aging freezer chest near the door, then slung the remaining load under one arm and walked up the creaking steps to the side door and barged in.
"Ben!" It was Nina, separating herself from the three-way hug that the others had going. Bethany and my sister then shared a deep kiss. "Put that stuff down, get it later. I've missed you..." Nina, her blonde hair swinging freely behind her, her clear blue eyes fixed on me, was wearing a long brown skirt and a heavy cream-colored cashmere pullover, with no shoes over her wildly painted toenails.
