The three men were so busy gathering and chopping wood that the blizzard took them by surprise. At first the flakes softly fell. Then, all of a sudden, neither boy could see anything but each other through the swirling snow.
"Jeez, where's your dad?" Marty asked his cousin, as the storm got worse.
"Probably not that far away," Ron answered. "Went to drag back some more wood. But in this shit, a hundred yards could be the same as a hundred miles if we don't hurry up and get out of it."
"Well, he ought to be able to hear us if we call," Marty said.
"Makes sense," Ron agreed. "Dad! Hey, Pop, can you hear me?"
"Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben!" Marty added. "Shout back if you can hear! Are you all right?"
Ben yelled, "Yeah, boys, you're coming through loud and clear."
The boys sighed with relief, as the snow caked on their clothes.
"Then hurry and catch up with us, Pop, so we can get back to the lodge!" Ron urged.
But Ben had bad news: "Dunno if I can. I can hear you fine, but I can't see a damned thing in this mess. Don't know whether I'm coming or going."
"Well, God, Pop, we've gotta do something!" Ron cried. "Can't leave you out there to freeze to death."
"Wait, I do see something," Ben reported after a moment. "Not you boys, but it'll have to do. I'm right by the road, and that's my best bet. It'll lead me someplace safe."
"Then what about us?"
"Look away from the trees and find the clearing. Feel your way if you have to," Ben suggested. "That'll lead you back to the lodge. I'm too far away, too deep in the woods for it to work for me, but you can do it. Just go for it, boys, and don't worry about me. I'll catch up with you later. Now I've gotta get to the road."
After that, there was no more from Ben's direction. The boys had no choice but to follow his advice. After bumping into some trees they finally got turned in what seemed the right direction and plodded hopefully forward. When they saw the faint glimmer of electric lights they whooped with joy.
"Now I'm staring to really get worried," Patty admitted. "The way we were fucking, the blizzard was the only thing that kept Ben and the boys from coming back when they should have and catching us. But now that it's served its purpose, I wish they'd hurry and show up."
Then there was shouting from outside. Patty, Linda and Sally all raced to the door, opening it. The storm blew in their faces. A pair of figures struggled in the distance to reach the lodge; the boys. After several minutes, Ron and Marty finally managed to reach their goal and staggered inside, exhausted.
"Where's your father?" Patty asked her chilled son.
His teeth chattering, Ron managed to explain the situation.
"I think Uncle Ben'll be okay," Marty added, "as long as he sticks to the road. When he gets to a phone he'll probably call."
"If the lines aren't already down," Linda cut in.
To everyone's surprise and relief, the phone abruptly rang. It was indeed Ben. Yes, he was fine, he told his wife after checking on the boys' safety. A jeep had picked him up right away and had taken him into town. But, he explained even a four-wheel drive couldn't get through the snow anymore. Even after the blizzard stopped, it might take a couple of days before anyone could reach the cabin.
"As long as Ron and Marty found their way back, nobody needs to panic," Ben advised. "They're young and strong enough to keep things on an even keel. Here, let me talk to…"
But, all at once, there was silence on the other end of the wire. Linda's earlier concern had now materialized. The phone was abruptly dead, the line out.
Everybody looked glumly at one another, resigned to the fact that they were snowed in and had no choice but to survive the ordeal as best they could. Next, they were plunged into darkness, the lights going the same way as the phone.
The main problem would be keeping warm. There was enough wood already cut and stacked indoors for a fire that would last them through the night. They would take turns staying up to make sure the fire kept going. While somebody continually tended the fireplace, the other four would double up, two to a sleeping bag, for added heat.
Marty volunteered for the first shift. The others had randomly paired off in the darkness. Linda wound up sharing a bag with her nephew Ron. That was fine with her. As long as they stayed warm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep before it was her turn to sit by the fire.
She dropped off quickly. But it was not a restful experience. Quickly, Linda began to dream. If she'd been able to step outside herself to read her own unconscious mind, she would have expressed wonder that her attention remained stuck on sex, even in her sleep, despite all the fucking and sucking before the blizzard.
This time, though, her dreams were not of lesbian-style fun. Linda dreamed of a hard, young cock nudging between the cheeks of her ass, a real prick, not some latex dildo. Linda tried to squirm away. But there wasn't enough room for her to maneuver.
Then, in the dream, a faceless male voice whispered, "Take it easy and let me do it to you. Nobody has to know but us. I've been hot for you for a long time."
Believing she was dealing with nothing more than her own imagination, Linda told the phantom intruder, "Okay, okay, go ahead and get it over with. All I want is to sleep in peace."
"You won't regret it," she was promised.
Linda felt cold hands on what seemed to be her bare ass, awkwardly pulling the asscheeks apart. Something hard and warm slipped into Linda's cunt from behind, and she couldn't help responding favorably to this pleasant feeling.
"You're fucking me, aren't you?" she asked.
"The way I've always wanted to. Don't worry, it won't take long. I'm so horny for you I'll come right away."
"Mmmmm, why hurry?" Linda sighed, her attitude entirely changed. "This dream is starting to agree with me after all. Take your time and fuck me right. So at least I can come a few times myself before it's over."
"Hey, that's a good one. Yeah, a dream. We'll both just pretend that's all it is. Then when we wake up in the morning, there won't be any strings attached. Then tomorrow night you can have the same dream, huh? For as long as we're snowed in, right, Aunt Linda?"
Linda broke out in a cold sweat. The voice had become all too familiar.
"My cock in your tight cunt sure feels damned real, though," the voice went on. "Don't know about you, Aunt Linda, but I never had a wet dream that felt like this."
Linda had to know, breathlessly muttering, "Ron, is that you…? Are you… f-fucking me?"
A cock-thrust to the depths of her squishing pussy was the reply. It felt too good not to be genuine. But just to make sure she was actually awake, Linda poked her head out of the sleeping bag and focused on the first thing she saw. This turned out to be the reality of the glowing fireplace across the room, with her son sitting by it. This was no dream.
Noticing her movement, Marty called, "You doing all right, Mom? Thought I heard you talking in your sleep."
Before Linda could answer there was another surge of teenage prick in her pussy from behind.
"Ooooooh, yes," she murmured to her son while her nephew fucked her, "I'm fine. Just, ahhhhh, fine."
"Well, get some rest, Mom," Marty advised. Linda moaned, then disappeared all the way back into the sleeping bag with Ron. He had enough sense to be quiet now so his cousin wouldn't get wise that he was fucking Linda. So, in silence, Ron's cock rhythmically stroked within Linda's warm, damp pussy.
Her sense rapidly reaching a boil, Linda came. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out with pleasure. And she anticipated that the difficulty she felt in stifling her delight was bound to become even more of a struggle. The way her nephew's cock pumped inside her pussy told Linda that Ron would be shooting his wad more sooner than later.
His jizz flowed even before Linda had expected. While she still tingled from her own orgasm, Ron rapidly caught up with her. His cock exploded with their fuck only a few minutes old Linda's pussy was swamped with scalding jizz.
Linda wished she could stretch this feeling out more and kick up her heels in the process, but she would take what she could get. Under the circumstances, a quickie fuck with her nephew was all she could reasonably ask for.
"Thanks, Ronnie," she whispered to him when it was over.
"Yeah," he sighed, his dripping cock shrinking out of her sticky cunt. "It was great while it lasted, Aunt Linda."
Linda warmed herself in the afterglow of fucking to lull herself to sleep. Ron's soft snoring was the last thing she heard before dropping off, leading her to believe there would be no more sex tonight.
A few hours later, though, sometime between midnight and dawn, Linda was awakened, and the temptation was there all over again. It was Ron once more, this time outside the sleeping bag as he nudged her out of her slumber.
"I just finished my shift watching the fire," he told her in a voice low enough not to disturb anyone else. "Now it's your turn, Aunt Linda."
"Eh, sure," Linda drowsily mumbled.
"I can stay up awhile longer, though, and keep you company," Ron offered. "If you, uh, know what I mean."
Linda glanced around the room. Nobody was stirring. She looked up at Ron, who now stood directly above her with his legs astride the sleeping bag. As the fireplace glowed from the background between her nephew's thighs, Linda couldn't miss the outline of his obviously bulging crotch. Nor could she ignore the spasming between her own legs.
Yes, she knew what Ron meant, she admitted. And, no, she couldn't resist. She didn't try.
"Just a blowjob, though," she said. "Anything else is too risky. Then you have to go back to sleep."
Ron nodded in agreement, then unzipped his swollen fly and pulled out his rigid prick. He backed toward the fireplace.
Linda was almost hypnotically drawn from the sleeping bag, as she crawled to follow him.
They picked a dark corner to the side of the flickering glow, the protruding bricks of the hearth shielding this particular spot from being lit. Ron stayed on his feet, Linda on her knees. She took his hard, young prick in her mouth and deep-throated his cock with a single slurp. He took her head in his hands and began guiding the tempo of her suction.
Her nephew had a very salty cock, Linda found out. This was a welcome discovery, because the saltiness made her especially thirsty for the jizz Ron would eventually shoot. However, she didn't hurry to drain his balls. She took her time, wanting to really get acquainted with how Ron was hung.
He had about ten inches, she figured. Ten very thick inches. And his balls, when she fished them out of his jeans to fondle them, were fat and round and smooth, the kind guaranteed to produce plenty of cum.
"You give great head, Aunt Linda," Ron murmured. "Never had a better blowjob."
When she heard this, Linda immediately wondered who else had sucked him off. A possibility occurred which an intrigued Linda could not ignore, considering the weird things that had already happened to this family in just one day.
Has Ron, she asked herself, been making it with Sally too? If that remarkable girl had sucked and fucked with her mother and cousin and now, of course, also her aunt, why not, at some point, with her own brother?
Maybe she would go ahead and bring it up, Linda thought. Someday. But, in the meantime, first things first. She had a blowjob to give and was more than hungry enough for a bellyful of her nephew's teenage fuck cream to put her curiosity about his sex-life aside for the time being and eagerly finish what she had started.
"You like a finger up your ass, Ronnie?" she asked, slurping up at him with a mouthful of prick.
"Right on, I always get off extra hard from that," he answered. "Fingerfuck my ass real deep, so I can feel it right behind my nuts."
Somebody had definitely been giving Ron expert treatment. That sure sounded like Sally after what Linda had heard about and seen of her niece.
In any case, Sally wasn't the only one who could fingerfuck a boy's asshole with a magic touch. Linda set to work proving her own talent in this area, digging into the gritty channel to find and massage – the crucial gland at the base of her nephew's balls.
"Oooooh," Ron moaned with approval, "that's the way, Aunt Linda. Keep it up and I'm gonna shoot a helluva load in your cock-sucking mouth."
"Mmm-hmmmm," Linda gurgled with anticipation.
Deep-throating his prick, squeezing his balls and fingerfucking his ass, she gradually brought her nephew toward the bursting point. Soon Ron was bucking his crotch, pulling Linda's face against him every time he fucked forward.
"Won't be long now, Aunt Linda," he gasped.
Linda was ready for her creamy reward. With her mouth, hand and finger she applied extra pressure to her nephew's cock, balls and asshole. That did the trick. The dam between Ron's legs abruptly broke.
"What a load!" he croaked as he came. "A guy can't shoot anymore jizz than this."
Linda had to agree as she feasted on his spurting prick. Her nephew's cum was so rich and plentiful that, as she swallowed it, she had the fantasy she could actually live on a meal of Ron's scum without having to eat or drink anything else.
Then the gushing slowed to an oozing trickle, and the blowjob was nearly over. Linda finished it off by nursing on Ron's cockhead as if his prickhead were an oversized nipple.
"Well, guess that does it," she sighed when she finally released his drained cock. "Great while it lasted, but now you'd better get some sleep. I have to watch the fire."
"Sleep?" Ron scoffed. "C'mon, Aunt Linda, you gotta be kidding. How can I sleep when you've left me in this kinda shape?"
He meant he still had a hard-on, which hadn't lost an inch in spite of the blowjob. If anything, his cock was more rigid than before he had come in his aunt's mouth.
"I can't go back to sleep without fucking you now," Ron insisted. "Jeez, Aunt Linda, I'm only human."
Linda had heard about being "only human" a lot lately, but who was she to deny the sense it made? After all, hadn't she used that as an excuse herself to give in to her incestuous lust?
"Okay," she told Ron, "I'm only human, too."
Then Linda dropped onto all fours like a bitch in heat. Pulling down her pants, she was in position to keep an eye on everybody else as they slept while her nephew dog-fucked her from behind.
Ron went to work right away with his tireless prick. But he did not fuck her pussy, as Linda had expected. Instead, she abruptly felt herself on the receiving end of a prick surging straight up her ass.
"Oh, you tricky bastard," she groaned over her shoulder, when it was too late to do anything but hang on for the ride. "I suppose she taught you about this, too."
"She? Who?" Ron gulped, sounding both confused and concerned.
Linda made a snap decision. If her nephew had the nerve to go for an ass-fuck without warning her in advance, she owed him an ass fuck. But in return, she would go after the truth.
"You know who!" Linda sharply answered. "If you want to keep your cock in my ass, stop playing dumb and admit you've been screwing her."
Ron caved in. "Okay… okay. Dunno how you found out, but, all right, so I fucked her."
"And I suppose she told you the first time that she was cherry," Linda said, on to Sally's little game of pretending to be a virgin.
"Huh?" Ron gulped, only this time his confusion seemed total. "How could she be cherry? With two kids?"
"Oh, my God!" Linda breathlessly choked, instantly understanding what her nephew was saying. "It's not who I thought after all. It's… it's…"
"Hey," Ron now said, "you've been jerking me around, haven't you, Aunt Linda? You didn't really know who I've been fucking. You wouldn't have asked about her being cherry if you knew."
"I do now, though," Linda answered in a hush. "Now I do… motherfucker."
"Should've kept my damned mouth shut," Ron hissed with self-disgust. The stress from the conversation had taken its toll on his hard-on. His cock had wilted in his aunt's ass.
Linda didn't want it to end like this. "I don't care if you are a motherfucker. The main thing is who you're fucking now, Ronnie. Not your mom. Me. Your cock in my ass is what matters most here and now."
"Naw, I lost it," Ron muttered. "Can't get it back up anymore."
Linda wouldn't be denied, though. While she squeezed the muscles of her shitpit around her nephew's prick to lock it in, she began rocking to-and-fro on all fours.
Ron claimed, "I'm telling you, it's no use." But his cock proved him wrong. A sudden rush of blood propelled it back to the depths of his aunt's ass chute. Then Linda seized her prize by lurching all the way back, leaving her hands and knees to topple Ron and straddle his loins with his revived boner straight up her tightest fuck-hole.
From there she rode him, rising and falling so that rather than Ron ass-fucking her, it was her ass which was all but raping his captive prick. He was helpless to do anything except let it happen, a victim of the mounting friction which brewed a fresh batch of jizz in his churning balls.
"You're just like my mom," Ron moaned to his aunt just before he shot his wad. "A guy doesn't have a chance with either of you two horny bitches."
"You bragging or complaining?" Linda teased.
"Just coming," Ron rasped, his cock erupting like a ten-inch volcano with molten jizz.
"Mmmmm, then that makes me and your mom more than just a couple of horny bitches." Linda swooned from her own climax while she was on the receiving end of her nephew's. "Makes us both lucky bitches to have a stud like you in the family."
Ron didn't disagree. He couldn't. He was worn out from too much of everything. He went to bed. Realizing he was out of it, Linda covered him up and then completed her shift by the fire. Sitting there by herself, she was provided with the perfect opportunity to sort things out.