The Blizzard

Just a moment before the sound of the phone woke me up, I clearly remember staring into a pair of eyes and a gorgeous set of lips between my open legs. I couldn't make out the girl, but she was striking, at least in my recollection of her. I certainly didn't know who she was, but I expected her to stick my hard cock in her mouth. Such a dream came to an end with the sound of the telephone. I opened my eyes and reached for the phone to look at the caller id and immediately recognized that was mom calling. With my cock still hard in the erotic dream, I answered the phone.

"Hi, mom!"

"Matt, where are you two? Are you on the road?" The mother asked and she seemed a bit worried.

"No mom, we will be hitting the road in a few minutes."

"Where is Brit? I sent both of you a few text messages and neither one of you answered. Is she still coming home with you?"

"I think so. Let me get a hold of her and have her call you. She said that she wants to ride with me last night."

"I hope you know that a massive storm is coming from the North and they are predicting everything from hail, slush, and ice to heavy snow by tonight. If you can't get home before the storm hits, stay put. We can celebrate sometime later." Mom advised. Shit, I vaguely remember hearing about the storm moving in from the Canadian side, and from what I could remember, it wasn't expected to move too far down south to disturb our drive home, which is about a six-to-seven-hour drive north on the interstate.

"I know, I know mom, we have plenty of time to get home before the storm. Don't worry. We'll see you tonight." I said to comfort her, although I haven't checked the latest weather forecast to know what to expect. I swiftly sent a message to Britney asking her to be ready in 15 minutes and, took a quick shower. With my balls still sore from the dream, I drifted back to what could have been a wet dream that could easily have caused me to flare up like a volcano. I haven't had such a wet dream in years, and I haven't wet my sheets since my teenage years. I stayed under lukewarm water for a few minutes, then dressed, stuffed a few pieces of clothes into my backpack, and drove to my sister Britney's place to pick her up. While driving, I called Brit to let her know that I was on my way and there was no answer, but I drove to the apartment complex where she shares a room with another university student since it was only five minutes from where I was. After parking the car, I called again, but no answer.

I sat in the car and checked the weather forecast. Mom was right, a big storm is on the radar and moving south over the great lakes. I thought for a moment if I should call mom to let her know that we would wait out the storm and head home the next day, but I felt somewhat confident that we could get there before the worst part of the storm moves in, since the storm front is expected to bring rain. In my guestimate, I was certain that we could get home safely before the worst part of the storm.

It was unusual for us to go home between the Thanksgiving holidays and Christmas, but Mom wanted to have a family reunion for Dad's fiftieth birthday. Yes, the guy after all that finances, our college education. Typically for Thanksgiving and Christmas, I drive my car with buddies or get a ride from one while Brit does the same. Because Brit's car was not in good condition, she asked if we could ride together in my car. Knowing Brit, I was certain that she would try to sweet-talk dad into buying her another car or talk him into taking the truck that he seldom uses. Not to be outdone, I had planned on showing him my cat tires that wouldn't last through another winter to see if he would offer any help buying a new pair.

I called Brit once again before driving home without her. This time she finally answered the phone.

"Hey, Matt...." She sounded as if she was gasping for air.

"Why the fuck aren't you answering the phone? Where are you? Are you going home with me or not?" I fumed.

"Ugh... Sorry, Matt, I am at Rick's. Can you pick me up from there?"

"Shit, don't you know that we are already late? I'll be there in five minutes, so wait for me outside. I yelled as I turned the car around to drive to her boyfriend's place.

Brit, my sister who was in her third year at the U has been seeing Rick for about six months now from what I can remember. I never liked the guy, but I cannot pinpoint why I dislike him. Perhaps his long hair could be his earring or his appearance altogether. My sister Brit thought he was cute and a good musician. I know the skumbag can play the guitar in his sleep. For Brit's sake, I hoped that their relationship wasn't anything serious because Rick would have a tough time fitting into our family. Then again, who am I to judge? Here I am at the same U with Brit spending my fifth year still trying to get my bachelor's degree.

As I turned the corner into the street where Rick lives, I saw Brit waiting for me at the curb. "Bitch" I said out loud approaching her. Brit never used to dress like the way she was dressed. She was in a short dress, knee-high boots, and a small shawl covering her shoulders. As she turned, I noticed a small backpack purse hanging on her back. It wasn't cold, but it was brisk even at eleven o'clock in the morning. I had no idea how she changed her attire from being ladylike to slut like.

"Get in we are already late." I yelled opening the passenger side door for her.

"Sorry Matt..." Brit hopped in and sat moving her backpack purse to the back seat. "I am starved. Can we grab something to eat and pick up a few pieces of clothes from my apartment before we get on the freeway?" Brit asked giving me her best innocent puppy look.

"BRIT! We are already late, and you know that there is a huge storm moving in, right? Besides, didn't your boyfriend feed you this morning?" I said, showing my rage. "You can spend another six hours in your stinky clothes till we get home."

"He would have fed me well if you were five minutes late." Brit said and giggled. I immediately knew what she meant by that remembering the heavy breathing that I heard when we spoke on the phone. She must have been fucking him...

"Right, what was he going to feed you? A protein drink from his small dick?

She giggled again. "Now that you mentioned that that could have worked, I guess. But seriously, can we grab something and eat while we drive? I am starving..." Brit pleaded.

"Just this one time. You point at a fast-food place between here and the entrance to the freeway. After that, we'll make only a single stop for gas and pee." I said since I was also hungry and did not want to make multiple stops along the way. "There is Marco's on the way if you want a burrito or a taco. There are a few sandwich places, but none of them have drive-thru windows. Do you feel like having Mexican food?" I added.

"Sounds good to me if they serve margaritas with burritos." She chuckled. "Marco's it is."

I pulled over and ordered a couple of soft tacos for myself and Brit ordered a burrito. Once we approached the pick-up window, Brit offered to pay and she got off her seat and leaned over me to pay, brushing her breasts along my chest and face. Her clothe-clad breasts felt told me she had no bra under her dress. I felt a bit uncomfortable with the way she pushed her breasts onto me. Without intending I had to turn and take a look at her. She looked at me and smiled. Knowing Brit, she has always been a bit of a tease and a flirt. Other than typical sibling jokes and horseplay, she has never pressed her breast on me in the past.

"What?" Brit laughed.

"You could have given the money to me to pay instead of getting all over me." I groaned.

Brit gave me a Sarcastic look and a smile and said, "Oh... sorry. Do you want me to hand over your tacos? Can you eat while you drive?"

"Sure!" I said, taking a taco in my hand as soon as we entered the freeway. Brit waited until I was done with my meal to start on hers. From a corner of my eye, I could see Brit carefully unwrapping the paper around her burrito leaving the topmost part open for her to bite into. She was halfway into her burrito when I hit a pothole. Brit yelled; "OHHH... FUCK" and when I turned to look, what I saw was that part of her burrito had fallen on the uncovered part of her thighs and in between them onto the seat turning into a fiesta bowl.

"Fucking shit" Brit yelled, throwing the rest of the burrito into a sack and searching for paper towels to wipe the food off her thighs and the seat. I couldn't help but laugh, turning my eyes back and forth between the road and her. She parted her legs wide open, raising her short dress further up to clean the mess. I just couldn't believe how a skinny girl who a few years ago had broomsticks for legs could develop such flowless thighs. They were creamy, not so plumb, but thick enough for my taste. I had seen her legs and thighs before when she wore short dresses or swimsuits, but in this context, they had a different beauty.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?" She fumed displaying her anger.

"I wasn't laughing," I said and asked, "Do you want me to pull over at the next rest area or gas station to clean up and change?'

"It was all your fault. You hit that pothole purposely" Brit said while still trying to clean off her inner thighs with a paper towel soaked in water. "No, we can go a little further and stop when you need gas. Remember, I didn't bring any clothes and you refused to stop by to pick some up." Brit reminded me. "That's ok," she said. "I have enough at home. And stop staring at my legs." She smiled.

"Staring at your broomsticks? Like you have something to even see? But you better cover those broomsticks before we get stopped by cops for indecent exposure." I gave a sarcastic laugh.

"Maybe you never noticed that those broomsticks turned into legs guys would pay to see" She chuckled lifting her dress a little more and mocking.

I said "Alright, we'll stop in about an hour. We still have a little over three and a half hours of driving to do" to start to concentrate on the road since the sky began to open with a sprinkle. I knew it would soon develop into something more than a little rain. We drove quietly for a while before Brit broke the silence by getting into a topic had had no desire to talk about. Out of the blue, she asked:

"So, have you seen Sarah since the last episode?"

"NO. And I don't even want to talk about her."

"Understood. But I know you are still in pain, and I think you should open up and let it out. If you can't talk to me, you should talk to someone. Believe me, I know what you are putting yourself through and I see how much you have changed since that day."

"Now listen Brit. You may think that you are the second coming of Sigmund Freud just because your major is psychology. I don't have any issues or trash that I want you to analyze, got it?"

"That's what you think Matt. Do you even realize how you have been behaving since you broke up with Sarah? You are angry almost always at everything and everybody. You seem restless and at the edge. For a moment, when you are your old self, you are the sweetest guy on earth. Then you snap into that wired mood and restless Matt. Even your friends told me that you have been getting ticked off for nothing." I took a deep breath and puffed it out loudly not wanting to respond to my little sister Brit.

Brit was right. As much as I tried to forget Sarah, I often found myself still thinking about Sarah and living in the past. I sometimes even asked myself if I should forget about what she did to me and try to mend things up, but my pride and inability to forget and forgive got in the way. I know I am too proud to forget or forgive. How could the girl that I dated since my junior year in the university fuck me all night and soon as I left, fuck my friend in my bed? Skimming through my memory, Sarah spent that night with me in my room. When I got up to go to my lectures, she even made breakfast for me and decided to remain in the apartment that I rented with Frank. Having forgotten to read emails the night before, I only found that the lecture was rescheduled due to an issue with the facility when I arrived at the lecture hall, and I swiftly returned to my place hoping to cuddle up and spend the rest of the day with Sarah. But I found something that I couldn't have expected in my nastiest dreams. As I approached my room, I heard a sound of loud moaning coming from the direction of my room and the first thing that crossed my mind was that Sarah was probably fingering herself. Then again, I wondered if she heard me entering the place and made the noise to get me to arouse. In any case, I approached the room slowly and peeked in. I just couldn't believe what I saw. My dear Sarah was on her knees and elbows on my bed, while my best buddy fucking her vigorously from behind, doggy style. I was shocked and dumbfounded. I froze and stared at them as a soulless dummy for a minute or two. Up to now, I don't know how I refrained from causing any bodily harm to either one of them. But I have no regrets. I turned around and went to the small living area and sat and waited for them to finish their business and come out.

It was several minutes later that Sarah came out of my room to head toward the shared bathroom down the hallway. She was shocked to see me and only managed to ask, "How long have you been there?" I looked at her but didn't answer her. I heard Frank running to his room and shutting the door locked. At that moment, I left the apartment and drove home, and stayed home for a few days. I told mom and dad that I didn't have classes for a few days, and they happily accepted my excuse for being home.

"Matt!" Brit called to get me off my trance.

"What?"

"You may hate me for saying this. Brutal as is, I think you are still hurt, and you need to find an outlet to come off it." Brit spoke.

"What are you? My mother now?" I shouted at Brit. "Alright, That's enough Brit. I see you have a point, but we need to get home before this rain turns into a bloody mess. Do me a favor and check the weather in the Menomonee area. Will be getting there in about an hour and a half."

"See what I have been telling you.... You are just getting your frustration out of other people and hurting yourself at the same time. Man, you need to calm down man!" Brit said while opening the weather app on her phone. "Holy shit. Menomonee area is already getting freezing rain and the forecast says it will turn into heavy snow with winds blowing 30-350 miles per hour. It says that further up on the interstate is already getting hit with snow and they are expecting 4 to 8 inches of snow." Brit was fearful and her face spoke vividly of her fear by stretching her lips horizontally and backward towards the ears while her eyebrows rosed and drawn together, producing wrinkles on the forehead. "Yucky"

"No kidding, some of those raindrops turning into slush. I hope we can still make it." I said but doubted if we can even get near the home if the storm gets worse. One option that we had was to turn around and go back, but we had already passed the midpoint, therefore the fast-moving storm will still chase us and catch up with us. When we reached a high point on the freeway, what we saw was a very dark sky waiting to welcome us.

The snow kept falling heavier and heavier, and the temperature must have dropped like a rocket because the tips of the windshield wipers on my car started to freeze. As the ice accumulated, it lifted the ends of the wipers off the windshield and scraped back and forth with each pass. I couldn't see 2 feet in front of my face. I started getting nauseous from focusing on the road and because I couldn't see, I ended up driving on the left lane accidentally where a truck going a bit faster nearly hit me.

My car started skidding to the left and right. Having driven on slippery roads, I knew not to apply the brakes when the car started to skid. Nerve-racking as it was, I tried my best to take the foot off the gas and navigate to control the vehicle. Worn-off tires were not much of help under these road conditions causing the car to lose control and go over the shoulder.

Eventually, I found myself hunched over the steering wheel, peering through the only remaining portion of the windshield that still offered any visibility, staring at the taillights of the big rig in front of us. I stayed in that position for about 45 minutes but may not have driven more than twenty or twenty-five miles.

"Did you notice less, and fewer vehicles are heading north now?" Brit asked.

"Yes, Brit. Do you feel it is getting colder and colder inside the car? Luckily for you, my heater doesn't work that well, but I'll turn it on anyway." I smirked, looking at her fold her arms across her chest. Then, within minutes, the wind picked up without a warning. The next minute, the sky darkened, ominous, and spitting hail down in bucket loads. At that stage, I was tempted to pull off the freeway, but there was no place to go. Knowing the visibility of other drivers may have been impaired due to the falling hail and slush, I knew better than to pull over, but there was no exit on site, and I knew the next exit may not be for at least another ten miles.

"What do we do now?" Brit was panicking. "I saw a bunch of trucks pulling off the freeway at the last exit. Is it really going to get worse?"

"Dammit Brit, why don't you use some common sense? Do you feel it is getting colder and colder inside the car? Do you see how my nose is almost touching the windshield? Do you know why? Because I cannot see a fucking thing in front of me. Luckily for you, my heater doesn't work so you can freeze your ass while I am struggling to drive in this wind and fucking snow." I growled. Turning the corner around a hill, I could see the valley below was covered with the darker sky, and without a doubt, I could tell the area was getting hammered with heavy snow. After driving through rain, hail, slush, hail again, and back to snow, I was ready to give up.

"What do we do now?" Brit was panicking.

"Brit!, shut the fuck up. Here I am trying to drive when I can hardly see a few feet in front of me and I can't come over to baby you. If you are scared, put your head between your legs and pray." Again, I yelled and Brit, and soon after the words escaped my mouth, I felt bad for the way I yelled at my little sister.

"You fucking moron! What the fuck happened to that nice and sweet brother, I once had? What's your fucking problem, Matt? I'll tell you what your problem is... You are still living in a world with that bitch Sarah, the same bitch who took your friend's dick in her ass on your own bed. Subconsciously, you want to be faithful to her, but what you need is to get laid and empty your fucking ball and let yourself free. Now, knock that off or drop me off at the nearest exit and I'll call dad to come and pick me up." Brit was furious and she yelled and then sobbed, looking out of the window.

I felt remorse for the undue verbal assault aimed at my sister. I have hurt myself by hurting my sister, my only sibling, and a friend. I regret every word that I said and couldn't believe that I stooped so low.

"I am sorry Brit!" I said, reaching and bringing her hand to my lips to kiss it.

"I know it is a tough drive. I stay quiet while you drive." Brit hissed.

"That's ok, we can talk. Brit's phone rang before I could complete my sentence. It appears as if it was dad calling and after responding with several "Yes's'", Brit said; "Hold on dad, let me ask Matt.". Then turning to me Brit said "Dad says that west of the St Croix River is a mess with nearly five inches of shifting snow already. He also said that there are multiple road closures and accidents. He wants us to find a place to stay safe and come when the storm clears tomorrow or if it is possible to turn around and go back".