I guess the holidays could have been worse. I was trying to prove I didn't need anyone's help anymore and refused the offers of plane tickets my parents made. My old car had never been good on snow, and I had not expected a blizzard that started after I left work. I mean if my parents hadn't insisted on us spending holidays up at their lake cabin, I would have been fine. I had driven through the small town they still lived in a good hour ago without any problems. That stupid dirt road to the lake though, that was just too much for my car. At least it wasn't far to walk to the cabin. Of course, it was freaking cold, but hopefully my parents cooked or something.
I couldn't feel my toes and my fingers had long been numb by the time I saw the cabin. I said a silent thank god as I saw the smoke coming from the chimney. I picked up the pace and soon was at the cabin. It was a nice log building, with two bedrooms and a large open room that was for everything except sleeping. Back when I was younger, we spent most of our summers up here. I opened the door and walked in.
I didn't see mom or dad, just my little sister and her 'friend' Stephanie cuddled up under some blankets in front of the fireplace. I don't know if dad really thought they were friends, I know my mom knew better. She had walked in on the two of them back in their senior year.
My sister Molly looked up, "Hey Brad, I didn't hear you pull up." Steph just giggled.
"Yeah yeah, where's mom and dad?" I started pulling off my freezing wet shoes and jacket.
"They called from the airport, their flight is delayed, looks like they won't make it until tomorrow." Molly smiled, "They said they were sorry and maybe you had the right idea driving."
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the stove. It was ice cold, far be it for Molly to cook anything. Mom and dad had been out visiting with his parents before Christmas and were supposed to have flown into the local airport this morning. I started the stove up to heat up some water for coffee. "Well driving my car was a stupid idea; I'm stuck in the ditch a few miles up the lake road."
Steph sat up and looked over the back of the couch, "You had to walk?"
I shrugged, "Yeah." She was cute, but then most Nineteen-year-old blondes were cute if you ask me.
"You poor thing," She started to walk over towards me, "Your clothes are soaking wet."
Molly just wrinkled her nose at Steph, flicking her brown hair back behind her shoulder, "I suppose you left everything back at the car."
I rolled my eyes, I knew what she wanted, "Yeah I was such an ass I didn't lug two cases of beer with me. You want it, you go get it, but get my stuff too or you can't have any."
Now both Steph and Molly had been on the cross-country ski team in high school, so either of them could get to the car in very little time. Me? Well let's just say me on skis is not a pretty sight.
"I'll dig through your dad's stuff, Molly, and find something for him, why don't you go get the stuff."
Molly muttered something and started to grab her ski gear. Steph lead the way back to the bedroom that my parents always claimed when we were up here, "I think your dad has some stuff back here."
The bed was littered with wrapping paper and boxes when I got to the room. Evidently, Molly and Steph had been exchanging gifts already. I glanced over the bed, "You better hide that stuff before my mom and dad get here." There were lacy little bits of clothing everywhere, reds, blacks, and whites all surrounded by a sea of pink tissue paper.
Steph giggled, "Yeah we made a little mess. You'd better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold though." She turned and leaned over to search the dresser for clothes. As she kneeled down, I could distinctly see the bright red lacy thong she was wearing. Now she had a nice ass. Muscular but not too muscular, still that nice feminine softness to it.
I pulled off the sweatshirt I was wearing and tossed it over in the corner of the room and sat down on the bed to pull off my wet socks. I got one sock off then when I moved to pull the other one off; something started making a noise on the bed like a pager or phone going off. I reached around to figure out whose it was when my hand found a very non-pager shaped item. Steph's cheeks had turned beat red as the blonde looked at me. "Yeah we really need to hide that stuff."
I held up the dark purple vibrator, "I didn't think you two liked anything this shape." I smiled at how uncomfortable Steph looked. Now she was three years younger than I was and had been late to develop so I had never really looked at her too much, except as my sister's ever present girlfriend. When she licked her lips though, my idea of her as the innocent started to change.
She walked over to me, "Well I like things that shape just fine, and it's your sister that could take it or leave it. Want to see what else she gave me?"
Without waiting for any reply from me, she pulled off her sweater. She had a bright red bra on, the same color as the thong I had glimpsed earlier. "Isn't it cute?" She ran her hands along the sides of her breasts as she turned around so I could get a good view of the font and back.
"Uh yeah." I wasn't the most articulate person ever as my sister's girlfriend did a little show for me.
She suddenly undid her low-rise jeans and stepped out of them, showing off the red thong I had glimpsed earlier. It was nearly as skimpy in the front as it had been in the back and I could clearly see that she shaved completely down there. "She bought me the matching set." She hooked a finger under the side of the thong and pulled at it a little, as she modeled that as well for me.
Suddenly, she had her hands at my jeans and was unbuttoning and unzipping them. Before I could say anything, she had my pants down to my ankles and her tongue was licking my hard cock. "Hey, whoa, what would Molly say if she walked in?" I could not ruin Christmas by fucking my sister's girlfriend.
She looked up at me, giving my cock one final lick with her tongue, "She likes to watch." Steph sucked my cock into her mouth, working it with her lips. Her mouth was so wet and warm. Her hands gripped at my balls as she raised and lowered her head, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth.
I wrapped my fingers in her blonde hair, the shoulder length tresses kept brushing against me on her forward stroke. She knew what she was doing; this was no first time fumbling with a man. Her tongue pressed the bottom of my cock as her lips embraced it. Her hands keeping a firm pressure on my balls. I started to move forward as she brought her mouth down on my cock. Fucking her mouth almost made me forget what a bitch it had been getting here.
I held her head and brought myself in and out of her, nearly deep enough to gag her, but she kept sucking my. Her tongue was rough against my shaft, but her lips kept a tight grip. My car was stuck a good ways down the road, and Molly wouldn't make too good of time with the cases of beer, so maybe I had some time to enjoy this.
I looked down at Steph, "I see you do like cocks don't you." I kept pushing into her mouth as she murmured a yes noise. The motion of her trying to say something even more intense against my cock. "Do you like being fucked by a cock?" Once again, she made the same affirmative noise.
I pulled out of her mouth and stepped out of the pile of jeans at my feet. She smiled at me and giggled, "Are you going to fuck me?"
I picked her up and tossed her on the bed. I reached towards her thong and pulled the thin piece of red fabric aside. With my other hand I rubbed between her lower lips, she was soaking wet already, way too wet to just be from sucking me. "I see that I interrupted something between you two when I walked in, didn't I."
She giggled and nodded, "Yeah, but you can more than make up for it."
I kneeled between her legs and positioned the head of my cock over her slit, still holding the red fabric to the side; the skimpy thong wasn't going to stop anything. Slowly I pushed myself in. She felt nice and tight. I grabbed her legs and hooked her ankles over my shoulders as I pressed as far in as I could go. She grunted as I pressed in farther.
She felt good, hot and wet as I penetrated her fully. I pulled out slowly, savoring every inch as it came out of her tight cunt. In again, this time harder and faster. Again, I withdrew and then pushed my way in faster. It felt incredible. I pulled out again and she started to beg me to take her harder. I started to slam my full length into her, still going slow as I pulled out but fast and hard on the penetration. She begged me to fuck her faster. I took her, hard and fast, slamming into her tight cunt as she moaned under me.
