Sam drove the speed limit down the highway, crappy pop music blasting from the car's speakers, joined by the voices of the two young women sitting in the back seat. He rolled his eyes as they drove under a lamppost.
"I saw that!" a voice shouted from the back. Britt, his sister's friend from college, met his eyes in the rear-view mirror and stuck her tongue out at him. Sam rolled his eyes again, exaggerating the movement. Britt confused Sam. She seemed like a perfectly nice girl, but she was just so different than his quiet, introverted sister. Britt seemed to be the quintessential sorority girl type that he'd been very familiar with during his undergrad.
"We almost there yet, grandma?"
"About an hour," Chloe piped up from the back seat.
"Should be forty minutes," grumbled Britt.
"It's snowing and it's dark," was all Sam said by way of explanation, to which Britt shrugged and dropped the matter.
Fifty minutes later they pulled into the driveway of their family cabin, Britt quickly shoving her door open and scrambling out.
"Fuck! It's cold out here!" she yelped. The frigid air rolled into the car, making Sam and Chloe shiver. They joined Britt and hurried to the front door, fumbling with the lock and pushing in.
"It's just as cold in here," Britt complained.
"Master bedroom," Chloe pointed, and began to walk, rubbing her hands together. When Sam and Britt entered the room she had already opened the fireplace flue and was in the process of lighting some kindling.
"Bathroom?" Britt asked. Sam pointed, then went to the closet in the hallway and brought out a large quilt. When he got back to the room a small fire was going in the fireplace, his sister kneeling in front of it.
She looked back at him and smiled. "It's been too long." Sam knelt by her and nodded, wrapping the blanket around both of them.
They had come here every winter as kids, but their parents' divorce, along with Sam going off to college, meant they hadn't been for six years. Now, done with his master's program in France, Chloe a sophomore in college, they were finally back.
Britt exited the bathroom, clutching her arms and shivering. "Come over and warm up," Chloe called over.
She joined them and they all huddled together, warming up slowly as the fire heated the room, recalling all the years they'd done this as a family as soon as they arrived.
Chloe yawned. "Bedtime?" Sam asked, looking down. Chloe nodded, and they got up.
"What are we doing about rooms?" Britt asked.
"Oh. We usually just sleep here the first night. But I could sleep somewhere else if you-"
"No, that's fine!" Britt assured him, perhaps a bit too quickly. "But my pyjamas are in the car..."
Chloe went to the drawers on the wall and pulled out some large, oversized flannel. "Got you covered," she said, smiling. She took some herself, throwing some to Sam. "We'd always just come right here and collapse the first night." She went to the bathroom to change.
"Cute," said Britt, holding up the brown flannel. Then she looked at Sam and smirked. "Mind if I change in here?"
Sam suddenly thought back to the conversation he'd had with Chloe before they'd left.
"She's probably gonna try to sleep with you, just so you know."
"What?" Sam had asked, taken off guard.
Chloe shrugged. "Just a warning. I can tell when she's planning something like this." Her face was slightly red, and Sam wondered if she was warning him off. Would it be weird if he slept with her friend? Would Chloe be mad?
"Should I tell her no if she tries?" he asked uncertainly. He certainly wouldn't mind sharing his bed with Britt. He'd caught a few glimpses of her ample cleavage before they'd left, and couldn't help but look at her leggings-clad ass whenever she walked by.
"No!" she said, strangely forcefully. "I don't mind, seriously. You can do her if you want."
Sam had smiled, raising an eyebrow. "I can do her?" he teased. Chloe blushed, hitting him softly on the arm, but smiled slightly.
Now, not half an hour after getting to the cabin, Britt reached down to pull her shirt and sweater off in one movement. Her breasts were held by a tan bra, and Sam's eyes were drawn downwards immediately to drink in the sight.
Britt turned her back to Sam then, pulling off her leggings to reveal her ass in a pink thong. Sam had trouble keeping himself from reaching out and grabbing a handful, his cock stiffening in his jeans.
She reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the ground with her leggings, then bent over to grab the flannel she'd thrown on the ground. Her ass cheeks spread slightly, causing Sam's cock to twitch, and the bathroom door opened.
Chloe's eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene, darting quickly between Sam and Britt. Then Britt pulled the shirt around her shoulders and closed the front, its hem hanging down to her thighs, ending the show.
Sam coughed, then walked over to the bathroom to change, his cock painfully erect. He heard Chloe whisper something as he closed the door, and Britt laugh. He did his best to calm down before he left the bathroom, and he was mostly in control as he got into bed with his sister and Britt.
The girls were snuggled together, turned away from him as he slid under the covers, Chloe closer to him. He joined them, wrapping an arm around his sister's waist, and quickly fell asleep.
****
Sam woke up shivering on his back with a small corner of the blanket. Chloe and Britt were huddled together, still asleep, the blankets bunched around them. Sam pulled on the comforter, and Chloe groaned. "It's so cold."
"Yeah, so gimme some blanket."
"We forgot to turn the furnace on," Chloe grumbled. "Could you go do it?"
Sam sighed, rolling out of the bed and shuffling over to the bathroom to relieve himself before heading downstairs. As he got the furnace going he thought about Britt. He'd never had a girl he didn't know be so brazen about undressing in front of him. His cock once again hardened as he thought of her almost naked, ass spread in front of him, and put his cold hands down his pants to grasp his erection.
He simply held his penis for a minute, hands warming up slightly, then started to stroke absently. The memory of Britt undressing replayed itself over and over again in his mind as he masturbated, imagining himself taking her right there.
Soon he realized he was about to cum in his pants, and stopped stroking. He was hit by a wave of exhaustion, and decided to finish himself off later.
Chloe jumped a bit when he reentered the room, her arms moving a bit somewhere under the covers. Britt sighed and shifted slightly. Sam took his place behind Chloe, taking back some of the blanket, and quickly dozed off again.
When he woke again it was to a warm and empty room. He found the girls in the kitchen, fully dressed and shivering.
"We got the food and clothes from the car," Chloe said.
"Awesome." Sam started to gather what he'd need for breakfast and got cooking as Britt and Chloe went to change. They only came out of the master bedroom when the food was almost ready, bacon sizzling on the frying pan, eggs cooking in their grease.
Sam spent the day relaxing with a book in the living room, and Britt alternated between teasing him and spending time with Chloe in other parts of the house. She would come in every hour or so and bend over a bag to search for something, revealing her cleavage down her low cut v-neck, or her pert butt stretching her leggings. By the third occurrence Sam didn't even pretend to look away, and she'd end each one with a smirk, meeting his eyes.
That night he took the room he and Chloe had shared as kids, while she and Britt took the master bedroom. The door closed, he stripped and got into bed naked. He was just drifting off when the door opened.
"Wha-" he began, then felt a body slip into bed beside him, and a hand found his cock. Britt was warm, and after the first moment of shock and confusion he relaxed. She went down and took him in her mouth, expertly teasing his cock erect, his hands grasping fistfuls of her hair.
She wasted no time once he was hard, pushing him on his back and straddling him, aiming his cock, and before he knew it he was inside of her. She was already wet, and her saliva allowed him to slide in easily. She rode him hard and fast, completely dictating the pace, and soon he stopped trying and let her at it, enjoying the sensation of her cunt around him. His hands grasped everywhere he'd been fantasizing about, focusing mostly on her luscious, soft breasts with their fat nipples, pinching and pulling.
After only five minutes he was ready to cum. He tried to warn her, but she ignored him, so he just allowed himself to be taken up in orgasmic bliss, thrusting up as his cock spewed thick spurts of semen into her pussy.
She slowed, stopped, then stood and left without saying a word, cum dripping down her leg.
****
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth, I guess." Sam didn't know why they were playing this game. But they were all pleasantly buzzed, having started drinking in the early evening and continuing into the night. He'd been worried that things would be awkward, with Britt and with his sister. But Chloe had just given him a strange smile when she saw him in the morning, and Britt had teased him mercilessly, taking every opportunity to rub her body against his, squirming in his lap whenever he sat. They now sat in a circle in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom, drinks by their sides, playing this silly game.
