CHAPTER I. In Which the Author Introduces the Reader to His Sisters And Recounts a Wintry Night of Cabin Fever.
Ann is coming to stay with Liz and me. I have to pick her up tonight at the airport. Ann is one of my four sisters, who all look remarkably alike. Their bodies have always been slim, and even in their 40s they still have the flattering figures they had in their 20s. They all dye their hair blond and wear it long. They all dress well and I assume they borrow each other's clothes. In pairs people think they are seeing twins. It would be easy for anyone to confuse them from the back.
Ann is the only one who moved away and now she was about to return after a nasty divorce. She hasn't had kids, but she's still young enough at 39 to have some. She's the baby of the family and ten years separate her and my oldest sister, Olivia. In addition to Ann and Olivia, there's Liz and Jeanie.
Liz is the next oldest at 43. Like me she has never married. She's the only sister who looks slightly different from the others because she has bigger boobies than the others and likes to color her hair sometimes. I'd say Liz is at least a C, while my other sisters are barely a B. I only figured this out a few years ago when Jeanie noticed that I tended to date women who looked like her and my other sisters. That's when I really noticed that my sisters were relatively small-breasted and maybe that's why I always considered slim, small-breasted women so hot. I guess I just had a thing for my sisters. Jeanie is married now and has two children. Olivia is also married and has three children.
I actually did have a thing for my sisters. It began with Jeanie a long time ago when she was 18 and I was 19. Our parents owned a cabin up in the mountains, and that year all of our family, except Olivia, went up late in the fall to close up the cabin for the winter. Since I was the only boy, there was lots of work for me to do, including chopping and stacking wood. A freak early blizzard blew in while we were there. It must have dumped a good foot of snow overnight and the snow kept coming down the next day. We knew if we waited it out a few days the roads would be passable again. We had plenty of food and water and wood. The only hardship would be trooping through the snow to the outhouse. Even that wasn't critical, since we had a few chamber pots that we usually used in the middle of the night.
Mom and Dad had the only bedroom downstairs, and my sisters usually slept upstairs in the loft. I usually slept outside, weather permitting. Little Ann was frightened by the storm so she slept downstairs on the couch next to the fireplace. That left just me, Jeannie and Liz in the attic.
Since it was so cold we put the beds together in the warmest part of the loft and piled up lots of blankets over our individual sleeping bags. Jeanie was in between Liz and me. Liz fell asleep quickly. Jeanie unzipped her bag in the middle of the night and got out of bed. I could hear her on the other side of the loft tinkling into a chamber pot. She got back in bed but then I had to get up and crept downstairs to pee outside in the snow. It felt great but when I got back upstairs I was freezing cold. I took off my parka, shoes, and pants and quickly crawled back into bed. Before I zipped up my bag Jeanie rolled over towards my side of the bed and hugged me. "You poor dear," she whispered in my ear. "You're shivering."
I don't know whether it was her whispering sweet words into my ear or whether it was the feeling of her body pressed against me, but suddenly I felt something I never felt before. I knew then that I wanted Jeanie sexually.
I couldn't move, though. Jeanie continued to rub her hand slowly up and down my arms and chest. "Does that feel better, my brother?" she whispered again quietly, her mouth only an inch away from my ear.
I made a quiet sound that indicated yes.
She continued to press against me, her soft breath in my ears, rubbing me with her hand. I remained stiff as a board but something else had become equally stiff underneath my boxers, stiffer than I had ever felt before. It was like that time my girlfriend, Dana, had given me my first handjob while we were skinny dipping and making out in the lake. We had gone down to an abandoned dock one night just this past summer with a few other couples. I was freezing cold that night, too, and I had never been so hard. Dana was my best friend's twin sister. She had a beautiful body, a firm ass, nice sized breasts, and the hardest nipples I ever played with. She was tall, athletic, and innocent looking, and game for anything. She stroked me while we kissed passionately until I spurted in the water. I'd never done that before, and never since.
Jeanie draped one of her legs over me and began rubbing my legs and my feet with her foot. She still had her socks on, and it did feel good and warm. Her knee would slide up and down my leg as she rubbed me, and as she did so her knee began to rub against my crotch. At first she hadn't noticed anything but then she must have felt herself bump against my hard dick.
"Oh," she whispered. "I'm sorry."
"Don't stop," I said quietly.
She decided not to stop warming me. She continued to rub me with her hand and her foot. Her knee didn't stop rubbing against my crotch. In fact, her rubbing became more vigorous and her breathing faster.
"Is that better, my big brother?" she whispered three times in my ear. Each time I made a little sound of contentment in answer.
Her body pressed harder into my body and her hand began to roam down along the sides of my boxers to my thighs. Her knee began to travel more and more over my boxers, too. She inched closer to my crotch with her hand until at last she began to run her hand over my dick. Soon she was tracing the outline of my dick through the thin fabric of my boxers with her fingers.
"Do you like this, my brother?" she whispered. This time my cock answered her by involuntarily spasming in her fingers. Her hand then reached under the elastic of my boxers and grasped my hardness. As she held it in the palm of her hand, I could feel her rubbing her pussy into the side of my thigh.
I managed to reach underneath her body with the arm that lay along her side so that I could caress her bottom with my hand. My fingers began to pull and tug at her nightshirt until it was up around her hips and I could feel bare skin. I couldn't detect any panties underneath her nightshirt. My fingers then searched for her slit from behind, found it wet and warm, and began to penetrate inside her.
"I love feeling you touching my pussy, brother," she whispered in my ear. She began to stroke me while I fingered her. All of this we managed to do with little slow movements.
I was about to cum soon, I knew it. Jeanie must have sensed that, too. She crawled into my sleeping bag and slithered down my body until her mouth could take my dick inside. She played with my balls and gently sucked on me. I heard a faint "hmm." I came quickly and quietly in her mouth while she continued her quiet hum.
Just then I felt scared. "What about Liz?" I asked. Jeannie whispered, "Don't worry. She's sleeping." We cuddled for a while but eventually zipped into our own bags as morning was approaching.
I was alone the next morning when I awoke. I could smell breakfast downstairs. When I came down, Dad said he thought we could drive out with the chains on. We finished boarding up the cabin after we cleaned up, packed the jeep, and started off. In the car, Jeanie and I hardly exchanged a word. Once I caught her eye, and she smiled back at me sweetly. Thank goodness, I thought, feeling more than a little guilty.
Later at home, Jeannie came out to the back storeroom where I was putting away gear.
"Ian," she said, "Do you want to talk about what happened?" I said, yes, I did, and began apologizing.
