Blizzard
Back in 2015, we got snowed in with my big sister during a blizzard. Crazy strong winds and shitloads of snow. High school has closed before things got bad and mom got a text telling students not to come in for the week. Sadly the power was out, roads were closed, and the snow made it hard to open the front door.
Our parents were out of state visiting my grandma after an operation and my big sis was left in charge. Dad called and told us what to do and where all of our stuff was. We apparently didn't own a generator, the thing I always thought was it was in fact a broken A/C dad used for parts. We turned all the taps a little to prevent them icing up, pull the window shutters and close the curtains for insulation etc.
We were fine, plenty of food in the cupboards and plenty of snow to put in the chilled goods outside, plus I had a solar charger for my phone because I like camping. Also plenty of firewood and candles in the basement.
I used the fireplace log holder and a huge pasta pot to make myself hot water for a bath, but Sister also wanted a bath. Because the house is old we have one of those old cast-iron tubs that's a little wider and deeper than the shower tray tubs you see these days. It's good because it holds a decent amount of water and is actually meant for adults to have a bath in.
I joke and tell her she can either get in or make her own because this took an hour to make.
She says "Whatever freak, move" and gets in anyway. Oh we're really doing this? I stare at the wall whilst she gets in; she sits in front of me with her back to my chest and we laugh to ourselves because it's weird and we're smushed in together.
She jokes that with the candles and the dim lighting it's almost romantic in a weird way, and I joke that all we need now is banjo music.
"Ewww, that's too far! hahaha! I can feel your stuff on my back!" "Then get out!?" "Well I'm already in here now!"
This went on for a while, joking and calling each other freaks etc. She asks me if I'll wash her back seeing as I'm there anyway. Fine I will. She gets up and leans forward onto her knees to grab her washcloth from near the tap. I saw her ass and pussy for about 2 seconds illuminated only by dim candlelight but the view was excellent, innie slit, bald with just a slight bit poking out at the top.
Obviously I pop a throbbing boner. She says "Uhm... That better be a shampoo bottle?" "I wish it was" "EWWWW hahaha! What the fuck! Why!?" "It's because I saw your ass when you got up, you could have warned me to look away or something." "Wow, you weren't kidding about the banjos haha, I didn't know you were such a freak. Should I be worried?" I tell her to shut up and I can't help it, wash her back with the wash cloth, then we both shampoo and rinse, then get out of the tub and get dressed.
We joke about it and make banjo noises whenever things get quiet, making us laugh. Around 11pm I get tired of reading, put out the fire, take a candle and go up to go to bed. Power is off, so no heating at all, it's really inside. It is so far below freezing that as soon as the residual heat from the chimney breast is gone it's ridiculously cold, I can't stop shivering. I didn't own any thick pyjamas because A/C and they were uncomfortable, but I wished I had them with how freezing it was.
10 minutes later my sister opens my bedroom door and asks "Hey, you awake? There's no way you're asleep yet." "Nope, far too cold." "Then move over because I'm freezing in my room!"
With two of us under the sheets the bed starts to get a little warmer. As the room falls silent again for a few moments, she makes a banjo noise again. We both start laughing, "First you get into my bath, now my bed? Da-da-dang-dang-dang!"
She nudges me and says "You're the one getting a stiffy seeing my ass, Cletus."
"You're the one who put it in my face, Brenda-Lee."
"Whatever you say Cletus, maybe I should put 2 pairs of shorts on for safety."
"Better make it three, and a belt."
"Wow Cletus! That good for you?"
"Oh yeaah. Better stop making me think about it or you'll give me a shampoo bottle."
I start laughing again with her wheezing "what the fuck, you're so gross!"
Laughter dies down again and after some more jibes here and there we fall asleep.
I woke up around 10am, get up and go about my day, mostly just shoveling the snow off the driveway and backdoor patio onto the lawn/garden, reading, charging our phones, calling mom to let her know we're fine, keeping the fire burning etc. Sister helps out with the shoveling but mostly sits around reading because there's just nothing else to do.
Night time rolls around again after an uneventful day mostly trying to keep us warm and fed. I smell like sweat because of the repeated shoveling to keep the driveway clear. Fill up again the pasta pot a few times, wait for it to boil, take it upstairs, fill the tub until it's full and hot, light the candles on the sink. Get in.
Hear stomping up the stairs, then the door knob turns:
"Da-da-dang-dang-dang!" We start laughing.
"Do you mind?" Tell her fine just don't be weird about it; she gets in and we soak for a while in silence, the back of her head to my face, her back between my spread legs.
"This is weird." she says, giggling.
"Yesterday you said it was romantic?"
"Cmon! you're making it worse!"
"Then wait and make your own bath?"
"Noooo I'll drop the pot and burn myself!"
"Then deal with it." After a bout of silence, she says "Can you imagine telling anyone about this?"
"No fucking way!"
"See? It's weird!"
"I know it's weird, I'm just going with it."
"Like, no matter how you tell it, it's pervy, right?"
"You make it sound way worse, we're just sharing a bath. We did this all the time when we were little."
"Yeah but you were little and cute and I didn't have boobs or hairs."
"From what I saw yesterday you don't have any hairs."
"Well I do."
"Not from behind you don't!"
