It was Christmas Eve, and the line of cars at the airport was full of idiots. I was there to pick up my sister Jasmine, so we could drive together to our grandparents' house for Christmas. Unfortunately, she had only been able to get a ticket for Christmas Eve, and everyone else there was in a desperate rush to begin their festivities. People leapt into and out of vehicles in the far lane, stopping the whole line of traffic. The chill beats I had playing on the car stereo was doing its best to keep me calm, but a few "fucks" escaped my mouth anyway. I hate going to the airport on a normal day, but I'd do anything for my older sister.
Jasmine had always been the coolest when I was growing up, especially as our parents' relationship had splintered.
Staying together for the kids
had left us with a cold, distant home. Jasmine had made that time fun.
It helped that we were into the same books, music, and movies. I have to admit, much of my taste was stolen from her. She was three years older than me, but she had never treated me as an annoyance. She let me hang out when her friends were over, which made me feel less alone and also gave me plenty of mental material for my abundant masturbation sessions. Especially the sleepovers. Pajamas may seem like loose fitting clothing, but nothing else does the same thing to an ass.
Unfortunately, Jasmine's free-spirited attitude clashed with our parents' more uptight ways. When she was 18, she moved out and rarely came home. Once I was able to drive, I could visit her at college, but when she graduated, she moved to the other side of the country. I had far fewer opportunities to see her.
It didn't get any easier to visit each other after college. She stayed on the other side of the country, I got busy with work. I was beyond excited to see her. It even made the airport traffic bearable.
I was about to pull past a slow-ass station wagon when I finally spotted my sister, waving wildly with a goofy grin on her face. I don't know if it was the excitement of the holiday or the lack of time I'd had to satisfy myself the past few days, but I was intensely struck by Jasmine's body. Her shoulder-length brown hair cascaded in waves past her cheeks. She was wearing a dark green sweater that fell over her form like a wave. The way it removed detail made her sexiness subtle. Tight jeans gripped her ass and strong legs. I pulled over to the curb, narrowly missing an old couple in my horny daze.
"Henry!" Jasmine shouted as I stepped out of the car. She flung herself into my arms for a big hug. Her hair smelled of something floral and familiar, reminiscent of late nights in her dorm, chatting in our pajamas about shitty parents and shitty romances, when she'd just showered from volleyball practice. My heart thrummed, and I broke out of the hug when I felt my penis twitch with arousal. That was a new reaction to my sister, and I was not prepared for it.
What can I say? I hadn't been touched by anyone but myself in years, after a bit of a messy dating life in my twenties. I could also not deny that Jasmine was beautiful. She had played volleyball through college, so she had very strong legs and a great... I forced myself to stop thinking about my sister's ass and the way her breasts had pressed into me during the hug.
"Good to see you, Jas!" I helped her load her suitcases into the trunk of my Celica. She seemed to have packed more than a Christmas weekend with our grandparents would require, even with presents, but the Celica's trunk was surprisingly spacious for such a small car, and her two large bags fit nicely. It was fairly warm for winter, so we both threw our coats in the trunk. We hopped into the car and left the airport and the idiots behind.
Two hours of driving passed in a blur of life updates. We discussed our dating lives, cursed our exes - mine somewhat more distant than hers. Jasmine had been unceremoniously dumped by an asshole named Frank the week before.
"I'm glad to get away from the city, even just for a weekend. Maybe get some quiet time to myself in the hot tub."
Our grandparents had a most excellent hot tub, which made the Christmas visits the best time of year. They also usually went to bed around six in the evening, so Jas and I would have the run of the house. They also stocked excellent whiskey and encouraged us to drink it. You might say I was looking forward to the trip.
At the state border, we pulled over for gas and snacks, anticipating a degree of drunkenness. A light snow had begun to fall. We still had a couple hours left to drive, and I was worried about the snow picking up.
"Check the weather," I said as we pulled into the gas station.
"Looking gnarly," Jasmine said. "Not gonna let up at all. But it should be good for the rest of the drive."
It was not good for the rest of the drive. Almost as soon as the gas station disappeared from the rear-view, the snow started to fall in clumps. Soon, the Celica's headlights only reflected a nearly solid wall of white. "I think we need to find somewhere to stop," I said.
Jasmine nodded. "Yeah, this is nuts! But what are we going to find on Christmas Eve in the middle of nowhere?"
I had no answer. I was beginning to picture freezing to death in the car with my sister when I spotted a light through the falling snow. I slowed down and steered toward the side of the road. As we crept closer, I saw that the light was coming from a string of Christmas lights illuminating a small sign.
Northern Post Cabins
Private Cabins for Rent!
$40/night
VACANCY
The last word caught my eye, and I hit the gas. In my excitement, I misjudged the location of the driveway. The car tipped forward as the front passenger side wheel slid into a shallow ditch and stuck.
"Fuck." I yanked the car into reverse and revved. Nothing. Wheels spun on snow, and we did not move. "Fuck!" I glanced over at Jasmine. "We're stuck."
"I think I can see the front office," Jasmine said, peering through the window. I wiped some fog from the windshield with my sleeve. Sure enough, two pinpricks of light pierced the snow, illuminating the door to a small cabin, not far away.
"Think we can book it?"
"I'm not eager to freeze in the car!"
With that agreed, we pushed open the car doors and bolted to the cabin. As we approached, I spotted a sign by the cabin door proclaiming it to be the office. Jas whooped.
When we entered the office, a burst of warm air washed over us. We stepped onto a plush red rug that stretched across the room. At the end of the rug was a large fireplace made of stone, with a roaring fire built up inside. A few wing-back chairs were placed next to side tables, on which stood stands carrying brochures advertising several festive activities in the area. A small desk sat immediately to the left as we walked in. Behind the desk stood a curvy, friendly looking woman with white hair, wearing a classic elf costume.
"Oh, gosh! Come in and get warm!" the woman said. "I'm surprised to see anyone out this evening! There's coffee, tea, and cocoa over by the fire. Feel free to grab some!"
"Just flew into the city," Jas said, heading straight for the cocoa, if I knew her. "My brother lives there, and we're heading to our grandparents' a few hours away. Weren't expecting the snow."
"It did swoop it all of a sudden, huh," said the woman behind the counter. "A bit like my hometown up North. I guess you'd like a room?"
I nodded. The woman leaned forward over the desk, pressing her breasts together. I desperately avoided staring at her cleavage as she handed me a pen, and noticed that her costume was much higher quality than I had assumed at first. It looked handmade. There was gold thread sewn into the red collar. The green was deep and shimmered like velvet. I was struck with a sudden and clear vision of this woman stripping out of the elf costume, dropping to her knees, and gobbling my cock until I ejaculated all over her face.
"Well, you're in luck."
I looked up, jerked from my reverie, and saw the woman was smiling warmly, and a little lustily, at me. I blushed.
"I do have a cabin available, and it's just across the way there, not far at all. Y'all should be mostly dry when you get in. Forty bucks for the night, just sign here."
I pulled out my wallet quickly and paid for the room. I signed with the pen she'd handed me, a candy cane pen. When I offered it back, she gestured for me to keep it. Jasmine came up to the desk with two cups of cocoa. The woman gave us a key and directions to the cabin.
It was a good thing the directions were no more complicated than "go that direction" because as soon as Jas and I got back outside, we were blinded by snow.
"End of the office and keep going," I yelled over the wind. Jas nodded and began walking as quickly as she could, cradling the two cups of cocoa against her chest. I followed her close, careful not to lose sight. I found my gaze drawn to her butt. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and our trudge through the snow was really working our glutes.
I stopped and shook my head. This was not the time to be having horny thoughts about my sister. We were stranded in a snow storm, without food or other supplies. At least I had Jasmine.
When I looked up, I was alone in a void of white. Snow pelted me. The wind threatened to take my hat. I bit down on a rising panic and trudged forward.
I quickly reached our cabin. Jasmine was stamping her feet by the door, shivering. I unlocked the door and Jas charged in. It was small, no larger than the space required for a small bed, a side table, and a surprisingly magnificent stone fireplace like the one in the office. The fire was already lit, bathing the cabin in a soft glow. I shut the door behind us.
"Damn this was a lucky find!" I said. "That fireplace alone should make this place five times as expensive."
"No kidding!" Jasmine said. Her sweater was now soaked in melted snow, and it was clinging to her body, accentuating her curves, rendering her sexiness entirely unsubtle. I suddenly felt the heat of the fire acutely, and sweat started to drip down my forehead.
"Dude, come get warm." Jasmine sat in front of the fire and patted the spot next to her. "The fire is magical. And there's fucking
cookies
."
Cookies. Sure enough, sitting next to the fireplace, was a tin of sugar cookies. It was one of those painted tins, showing a scene of Santa and Mrs. Claus in front of a Christmas tree. Mrs. Claus was showing a surprising amount of cleavage, and her face was surprisingly close to Santa's crotch. And was that a wrinkle in his pants, or a bulge? Jasmine picked it up and opened it with a shrug, tossing the lid to the side. She grabbed one without hesitation and took a bite.
"Fuck yes!" she said through her mouthful of cookie. "Have one, bro. They're amazing."
I took a cookie a bit more cautiously, imagining a serial holiday poisoner, but we had not grabbed any of the snacks on our flight from the car, and I was hungry.
