The leopard hurdled over a fallen, snow covered tree and landed with bent knees in the deep snow. Any sound it made was carried away by the wind or muffled by the heavy, falling snow. It had entered the clearing but behind the falling snow flakes its white and gray coat was barely visible. It paused to watch for movement. When it finally moved further into the clearing, each step through the deep powder was cautious.
He held his breath, knowing to be so close to such an animal was a rare thing. He did not move for fear that the snow that had been falling over him would fall away and reveal his unnatural figure. He worried his own heartbeat would thump like a drum to the cat's ears.
It seemed to him to be more than simply another animal... but what? What was it? Its eyes, its tail, its coat, its stride maybe? Somehow its fluffy white coat and its gentle steps did not exude weakness. It was, contrary to all obvious characteristics, the deadliest thing in the forest. It was power, in beautiful form.
That was it, wasn't it? It was invisible not to evade others but to stalk and kill others. It moved slowly not from handicap or inability but in skilled restraint and deliberate execution. Its snowy white coat was majestic, not delicate, it was the heavy cloak of a winter hunter.
The cat surveyed the clearing, then turned its gaze to the woods where he sat, camouflaged by the previous hours of snowfall. Still, its dark pupils paused in his direction. He tried not to panic but his heart beat more rapidly. He took a deep breath and held it.
Never in all his life had he seen something so wild. It's glare was feral, fierce, but not young, not lacking the wisdom of many seasons hunting. In harsh cold and deep snow, it had survived.
It raised its lips, displayed its long white teeth, but still did not growl. It would not break the quiet without movement to confirm its suspicions. After a long pause, without ceremony, it turned, leapt over the fallen tree over which it had entered, and disappeared into the white.
He sat motionless for a long while after that. The cat did not know what it knew, but it had known nonetheless. It was not coming back. Still, he sat in the cold as the sun fell behind the hills and waited for the cold to penetrate his clothes.
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Each step was hard work, his legs sinking into the snow as he waded slowly back the way he had came. After some time he reached the clearing and made his way across it. As he got closer the yellow glow of the cabin's windows came into view. Just the thought of fiery warmth made him grin but it also reminded him of just how cold he was. He walked faster against the cold wind.
In his last few steps he paused. Thanks to the storm, they'd been there for four days longer than the two they'd booked. They all had cabin fever and he'd left to explore only to get away from his family. His younger brothers were surely waiting on the other side of the door. They were all bored and anxious to leave. He was tired of the stockpiled canned fruits and hamburger from the freezer. He was also horny as a dog in heat, separated from his girlfriend at college, he hadn't gone this long without sex in two years.
Encouraged in by the cold wind blowing up snow into his face, he reached his hand for the cabin's doorknob, turned it, and was greeted by warm air on his face. Both brothers, Ethan and Langdon, looked up from their fireside card game.
What's up Aaron? You were out there a while. Jerking off in the woods?
Oh yeah, that's exactly what I was doing. I've always wanted my dick to turn black with frostbite.
Well yours would be the smallest black dick in the history of black dicks.
You want to take yours out and see whose bigger?
Finally, a bet I can win after playing cards against this cheater for the past two hours.
Keep your dick in your pants, you can't afford to pay me when you lose anyway.
Coward. Cold got your dick shriveled up, looking like pussy with a little clit sticking out?
Fuck you. You're the only guy who can confuse a dick and a pussy and that's because your girlfriend has both.
Ha ha. That why you spend so much time checking out her ass? Cause you love chicks with dicks?
No, that's because I'm going to fuck her in the ass the next time you leave me alone with her.
Ha! So you think my girlfriend has a dick and you want to fuck her in the ass?!?! Finally the truth comes out.
Fuck you.
Fuck you, you're just a sore loser.
He took a few steps towards his brother. Oh yeah, how about I drag you outside and rearrange your face.
How about you calm the fuck down and don't take a joke so seriously. I guess that walk didn't calm your nerves.
Whatever, screw off.
Aaron finished hanging his snow gear to dry and went to the bedroom he shared with both brothers. He stripped off his thermal underwear, set out his college sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt on his bed, and went to the bathroom to piss.
He pulled his cock out. He was surprised to find his brother was wrong about the effects of his cold walk in the woods. As usual, his dick hung a good four or five inches long, about half its erect length. He felt the urge to masturbate but he could still clearly hear his brothers loudly bickering. The walls were too thin to have any privacy. Right as he was about to piss, he heard a soft moan. His eyes shot to the other bathroom door, on the far end, where it adjoined to his mother's bedroom. He listened for it and again, he heard a faint moan. It was short and barely audible, but almost certainly that wonderful sound of a woman in pleasure.
He turned and crept on his toes toward the far end of the bathroom, where her door was ajar. He heard another moan, this time clearer. He crept closer but a few feet from the door he paused. Was it wrong to look? Did he even want to? What if his mother was naked? What if she was masturbating? He had only found privacy to jerk off once since they left home. He was horny. He told himself he was just curious. He tiptoed the last few feet.
He peered through the partially open door. His mother was on the bed wearing almost nothing. She was on her back, with her big tits overflowing from a lacy bra. His heart dropped into his stomach and the juices in his cock started flowing. He didn't blink though. She was laying with her head closest to the door and her legs pointed away. It didn't look like she was wearing underwear. Her bare pussy was pointed away from him but it looked as though she was grinding into some small, handheld toy.
