Twin Sisters and Sons Are Snowed In

Please note, This story is written using American terms and repeated exactly but with British terms, basically it's the same story repeated.

Julia sat with her son Michael, it was a dreary day, intermittent rain, cold, they were heading into fall, they were both bored, just then an iPad pinged, Julia reached across, it was from June, her identical twin sister.

She glanced at the message and a smile spread across her face, she decided it was definitely worth reading out loud, 'you won't believe this, two pieces of good news.'

Michael showed interest, 'read it out then.'

'Firstly, dad's dead, it seems he took a short cut to the beach.'

'How did that kill him?'

'According to June the short cut was to drive over a cliff.'

They both laughed out loud, 'really, only grandad could do that,' laughed Michael, what's the rest of the news?'

'June's, had a preview of the will, we get twenty percent of his wealth, each,' she emphasised, 'we're rich.'

They stood up and hugged each other, jumping up and down in jubilation.

'June is at the summer cabin, she says if we fly out my nephew George will be at the airport to pick us up, I'll pack a suitcase while you book a flight, okay?'

Michael jumped to it.

Julia threw clothes into the suitcase, then went to her lingerie drawer, she added a couple of garter belts and brand-new packs of stockings into the case. She had left enough room for Michael's clothes; it was enough to see them over for a few days, finally she removed her skirt and placed the garter belt around her waist.

Hurriedly she pushed her panties down to mid-thigh and pulled them up over the dangling suspender straps, just in time, Michael opened the door.

He stood there, mouth wide open,' sorry mom, I thought you were packing the suitcase.'

'I'm just putting on a pair of stockings, I'll explain at the airport.'

Ordinarily Michael would never open her bedroom door without knocking, and likewise she'd have shrieked at him, but there was too much good news to get angry, 'it's okay, tell me what flights you've found.'

She sat on the bed and placed a stocking over her foot, carefully keeping the seam straight, she repeated the process, attached the suspenders and stood up, then the perennial question asked by every woman who has ever worn fully fashioned seamed stockings, 'are my seams straight?'

'Er,' Michael gulped, 'yes, they look okay.'

'And the flights?'

'There's one leaving in two hours, we can't fly straight to the airport nearest to the cabin but there's an excellent connecting flight, we'll still get there today though.'

She stood up, he threw some clothes in the case and let's go I'll phone a taxi.'

They had chosen to wear clothes that they intended to wear for the funeral, a black business style suit, there was a reason that she made that choice.

They reached the airport with thirty minutes to spare, 'woo, that was a rush, still better to be thirty minutes early than thirty minutes late,' she smiled with relief.

They sat in a quiet place so they could talk, 'your grandad, who I will refer to as the tyrant.'

Michael nodded his acknowledgement, 'I know that you and Aunt June always used that term.'

'Well, we were born twenty minutes apart, June just before midnight, 30th of June and me ten minutes after midnight July the first. Hence why he chose our names, which isn't so bad it's just that as we grew up and became teenagers, he started to exert more control over us, we weren't allowed to wear pantihose but instead stockings, the thing is we wanted to wear miniskirts, to show off our legs, attract the boys.'

Michael shuffled in his seat; he was becoming embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

'In order to comply with his orders and not wear pantihose we went barelegged, but he forbade that as well and what was worse, he began to punish us.'

Julia looked over her shoulder, no-one was around and so, reassured she carried on. 'You know how he punished us,' Michael just shook his head, 'he spanked us, over his knee or on all fours on the bed, our backsides in the air, it was embarrassing to say the least,' she spoke vehemently.

Michael asked, 'how long did this go on for?'

'Until after college and,' she emphasised the last word, 'because he was paying all our college fees, he demanded we spend our vacations back home and he'd query us about our progress, if he wasn't happy with our answers; another over the knee spanking, we were in our twenties when we were finally able to escape his clutches.' She released a deep sigh, her relief clear.

Michael leant forward, 'that's one hell of a situation you were both in, still as you say it stopped.' He spoke in a low voice.

'Oh, the other thing was if one did wrong, we both received a spanking, his argument for that was we were one person in two forms, he reasoned that out because we were identical twins. He'd spank the other one first and the culprit was made to look on, then she received her spanking.'

'Wow, that's incredible, but when I saw you this morning, sorry again for bursting in,' she waved this away.

'No problem, you were excited and wanted to tell me about the flight, I understand.'

'Only I've never seen a woman in stockings before and after what you've told me.' He paused, 'I have trouble understanding why you're wearing them?'

'I've got nothing against stockings, in fact a lot of the ladies I know, mature ladies wear them in preference to pantihose.'

'They're called MILFs,' he answered.

'Oh, what does that stand for, is the "M" for mature?'

'I don't know,' he didn't want to own up to knowing and saying what the anagram stood for, especially the last word, 'but you're probably right.'

They sat in silence for a while, Michael could sense she had more to say on the matter.

'You know, I could understand why you laughed this morning, I thought it was just a nervous reaction, people take bad news differently.'

'Years ago, the tyrant said we had to wear stockings and a black suit at his funeral,' she pointed to her outfit.

'How's he going to know that?'

'He's arranged for his attorney to oversee it,' she sighed, 'we have to raise our skirts to at least our stocking tops, have our photo taken, including our faces, and that's it.'

'Are you okay with that?'

'Who's going to refuse twenty percent of a lot.'

Michael felt able to relax and sat back, 'so, me, you, aunty June and Cousin George. Who's the other twenty percenter?'

'His brother Stanley, the attorney.'

'Oh, keeping it in the family, in every way.'

'Yes,' she answered holding his hand, 'come on, they're calling our flight.'

They settled in, Julia read a magazine and Michael thought about everything he'd learned that day, he couldn't help dwelling on his mother being spanked up until her twenties, at least the tyrant hadn't beaten them as children, she sat next to him wearing stockings, all the porn videos he'd seen were much better for the ladies wearing stockings, he found himself becoming aroused and told himself to think of something else, difficult, finally he fell asleep.

The flights were uneventful and straightforward; the second plane was smaller, and they thought nothing of it until they landed and found their luggage wasn't with them.

'Oh well, we'll get it tomorrow,' sighed Julia then spotted her nephew George, there were handshakes between the men and kisses for Julia, 'mom's buying groceries seeing as how we're holding the wake at the cabin.'

'Were you up here for a fall break,' Michael asked?

'No, we were doing a kind of end of season cleaning and weren't planning to stay but grandad's death has altered all that, we'll get your suitcase tomorrow morning and then drive from the cabin to our place.'

'I keep forgetting we've got to go back to the airport tomorrow,' Julia said, still it's only thirty miles.

When they reached the cabin June was waiting, food all prepared and delicious, they updated themselves over the meal, 'I told Michael the reason why we called him the tyrant.'

June looked at Michael, 'you okay with that, George also knows.'

'I don't see how we can have a say in it; it happened before we were born, okay George?'

'Fine by me, I'm surprised you weren't left traumatised, sounded pretty bad.'

'Yes,' agreed June, 'it was a bit sexual I suppose.'

George looked at his mother in a knowing way, 'anyway enough of that, is it too soon for bed?'

'We both had a sleep on the trip, but if you two need to go to bed then I think we should all go at the same time, we need to keep in synch.'

They washed the dishes and went to bed, agreeing on an early start the next day.

The cabin had two double bedrooms with an ensuite bathroom each at opposite ends of the cabin, in the middle a kitchen, dining room and living room, privacy guaranteed as near as humanly possible.

June showed Julia her room, 'bit musty, not been used since,' she shrugged, 'I don't when, there's a single mattress on the floor for Michael.'

Julia nodded her understanding, 'it's only for one night, we can get changed in the bathroom.'

'What are you going to change into,' June asked?

'Oh, I don't know, I can't wear the same clothes as I've had on all day.'

'No problem, there's some large towels, tie them around you they'll cover you from bust to butt, it's what I'm doing, and George of course,' June said, solving the problem.

'Of course, we can do the same, it's only for one night.'

Julia showered and washed her underwear, then changed into a large fluffy bath towel, Michael did the same only his towel was smaller, but sufficient.

Lights were switched off, goodnights said, and they fell asleep, listening to the sound of wind, which became stronger as the night wore on.

Four in the morning, the wind was so strong Michael woke up, he went into the hallway and onto living room and heard movement.

For some reason he knocked on the door, George opened it, 'come in, I was just throwing more logs on the fire.'

'Do you get up at four in the morning to do that normally?'

'No, but the storm has cut off the electrics, we have absolutely no heating, believe me it'll get pretty cold, pretty fast.' George emphasised.

'Yeah, I can feel the cold already.'

'Get yourself to bed before you freeze, we might be stuck here for a day or more.'

'Oh, really?'

'Yeah, same thing happened last year, we were locked in basically, roads get snowed up, planes can't land,' he shrugged his shoulders in a "nothing you can do about it shrug", by the way we haven't got any extra clothes either, luckily there's plenty of towels.'

The cold was really getting to Michael, 'I can see my breathe, I'm going back to bed.'

'A word of advice, mom and I shared the double bed last year, looks like we'll have to do the same this year.'

Michael nodded, embarrassed, why did George feel the need to tell him that and went back to bed.

Julia spoke and startled him, 'what's happening, I'm freezing.'

Michael told her of his conversation with George, 'he's going to share the double bed with his mom, he says it gets that cold.'

'How long will the electricity be off?'

'I forgot to ask, but the roads are blocked, and if it's any consolation they don't have a change of clothing either.'

'The day started off so well, didn't it,' she said, shivering, 'I don't think I'll fall asleep, I've had five hours.'

'We'll not be very active tomorrow; there's a bit of solar power, but it won't do anything other than charge up the phones.'

They lay in silence for a moment, 'you know, what's good enough for June and George should be good enough for us, so as long as you bring your blanket we can share this bed.'

Michael was there in seconds, it's as though he was on springs, she turned her back, 'careful where you put your hands, she admonished him.

'If we adopt the sixty-six position, we should be okay, agree?'

His answer was to snuggle into her back; she rested her feet on his and that was how they spent the rest of the night, it was a fitful sleep to say the least.

They woke to find it was still dark, neither wanted to get up, 'the hot water is provided by the gas bottles, so at least we can have a shower.' Michael said in attempt to make out it wasn't all bad.

'No point in getting up, nothing to get up for.' she sounded miserable.

'Heck mom, it's not that bad, it's a day or two at the most, and we can cook food over the log fire.'

He settled down and snuggled into her.

After a moment she asked him a question, 'there's something sticking in my back, I hope it's not what I think it is?'

'No. It's what happens to the male of the species, every morning we wake up with an erection, don't take it personal.' He sounded aggrieved.

'Look, I'm sorry if I'm keeping you awake, okay, it's not like I'm doing it on purpose.'

'I'm not complaining it's just not expected, I thought we'd be at my sister's house, in separate bedrooms and warm,' she sounded apologetic.

'It would be easier if we could sleep, it's going to be hours until daylight.' She sounded bored.

'What do you think of your Grandad, making me and June wearing stockings to the funeral, the spankings and so on?' She was glad she was facing away from him.

'He's a pervert, not so much liking stockings, I think every man does, but making you both expose yourselves and being spanked, that's over the top.'

'Actually, we got used to it, did I tell you that if one of us was at fault he'd spank us both, we got a lot of spankings.'

'Yes, you did, seems unfair.' Michael sympathised; his erection showed no sign of abating.

'This is the most I've ever spoken about,............ all this,' taking a deep breath.

'I never thought I'd be discussing this with anyone, least of all my son, it's been very cathartic, thanks.'

They were silent for minutes, Michael tried to think of something to do the next day, they had a good supply of logs, they had hot water and plenty of food.

'Did you ask George how long they were trapped here last year?'

'No, it was a bit of a shock, and I was feeling the cold.'

'How come you like ladies in stockings, it's only mature ladies that still cling to stockings?'

'Well,' he took a deep breath, 'in my defence, all I can say is that a lot of mature ladies do porn, as porn stars I mean.'

His mother laughed, 'to be honest I'm glad that you're normal.'

'Is liking mature women, normal?'

'I'm just saying that I'm glad you like women, rather than other kinks.'

'Huh, I'm glad you're happy, good news really.'

She moved her arm around onto his back and pulled him towards her, not that they could get any closer, at least his erection was no longer an issue.

'I saw a porn movie once,' she told him, it was a bit like this, two characters were supposed to be a mother and son, and they had to share a bed,' she giggled 'it didn't end well.'

'There's a lot of them around, I've seen a few on that theme.'

With that there was no further conversation and being relaxed they fell back asleep.

The Next Morning.

There was a bit of a quandary, one set of clothing per person, June and Georges needed washing after they'd spent the day cleaning the cabin and June and Michael only had the clothes that they needed to wear for the funeral.

'Looks like towels all round,' June declared.

'Trouble is my panties aren't dry, and my stockings feel dampish,' Julia moaned.

Put them in front of the fireplace, they'll dry there.'

'I don't want my panties on display thank you,' said Julia, firmly.

'Go bare bottom then, the towels are warm and fluffy, no-one will feel cold in this room with the fire.'

The two sons risked frostbite to go to the shed which held the logs, they went through a side door, the shed was freezing, but that's all they had to do all day, they spent most of the morning discussing what to eat for lunch.

Burgers with fried onions.

After lunch George rootled through cupboards and drawers and to everyone's delight found a set of canasta cards, George checked them.

'Yep, two full identical packs complete with the extra jokers.'

They drew for partners and played, the games were long, the first couple to reach five thousand points.

They had a few games switching partners, then stopped for the evening meal and again changed partners, the two mothers versus the two sons. They started to drink.

There was a frisson of rivalry, almost sexual, male versus female, the drink flowed as did the jokes.

'What's the score?' June asked.

George was adding the points up, 'you're losing, but I haven't finished yet.'

Michael was shuffling the two decks, a time-consuming task.

'I'll get the drinks then,' June said going to the bar. She was returning to the table with a tray of drinks, when...., she let out a mighty shriek, they all stopped what they were doing and turned to look.

Her towel had undone and fallen to the floor, they stared at her nudity, open mouthed. George got up and took the tray.

June picked up her towel and tied it, it was too high and showed her vagina, neatly trimmed, she sat back at the table.

'Phew, that was embarrassing,' she admitted.

'That was a desperate tactic, aunty June,' Michael said jokingly, 'trying to distract us so you can win?'

'I wouldn't dream of doing that,' she responded, removing part of the towel covering her breasts, giving a quick flash, she wore an impish smile, 'see what happens when I get bored.'

'Wait until their playing then distract them,' Julia laughed.

Once calm was restored and the ladies were covered again Michael dealt the cards.

Each lady was dealt a red three, one hundred points each, 'we might not need to distract them,' Julia remarked.

However shortly into the game the sons achieved a "Canasta", 'three hundred points,' George, the scorer, noted, 'and achieved by skill not luck,' referring to the two red threes.

Just then Michael took his turn, 'oh look, a red three.'

'That's it,' announced June, this means war,' she allowed her towel to drop away from her breasts.

She had good sized breasts with prominent nipples, 'what's your opinion, Michael?'

'Well, I've never seen my mom's, but they would take some beating looking at June's breasts.

'Actually, I have received compliments as regards my breasts.'

'Oh, who from,' asked George?

'How about from you two,' she responded to his teasing.

She played her card then just like her sister she exposed her breasts.

'Wow, they're just like mom's,' George exclaimed.

'Why shouldn't they be, they're identical twins, Michael added.

'Are you two going to ogle our tits all night or play cards?' June asked.

'I thought that was the idea,' Julia answered, 'men like to see tits wobble, am I right?' She shook from side to side.

Michael wondered if it was the drinks unleashing their inhibitions, the circumstances, or a combination of both.

They had too much to drink so the banter continued with the conversation revolving around the ladies' breasts.

The round ended with neither team reaching the required five thousand points, 'let's have a break, let's go sit at the bar,' everyone had stood up, 'and no towels,' the ladies' towels had fallen to the floor, it seemed ungallant not to copy their example so removed their towels also, they each had a noticeable erection.

George was in his element, 'let's celebrate our newly discovered freedom, cocktails ladies'?'

They both enthusiastically accepted his offer, 'where does the term cocktail come from?' Julia asked.

'It's a drink designed to get women into bed; it sounds sexy, don't you think, "cock" and "tail", male and female derivations?'

This had them musing while George was busy, 'good job we got lots of ice,' George declared, a comment they found amusing.

He pushed the drink towards the ladies who leaning forward had their breasts on the bar.