Incest stories: Frozen Stiff – part 2
Author: Jessica Johnson
Dunking my head again into the water, shot an ice pick right into my forehead like the worst brain freeze you could imagine. Apparently my head bump didn’t appreciate the cold exposure. I again pushed through the broken window, blindly reaching around the back of the jeep trying to feel his body. Later as I had time to think about the event, I was surprised that my fingers and arms didn’t go instantly numb. But at the time it was as if I was totally disconnected with my body. You could have shot me and I would never had noticed it.
Not wanting to admit defeat, I continued to dunk the top portion of my body through the hole while trying to reach out farther and farther each time. When my numb fingers actually closed on the back of Alex’s jacket, it was done automatically without any thought at all. It was like being in a black room cut off from all of my senses. When my fingers grasped the edge of his jacket hood, my world exploded. Mostly from pain. It was the first time that I realized that my fingers were screaming in pain as the cold icy water destroyed my both my hands and arms.
As bad as I hurt all over, there was just no way that I was going to let go of my son. Not after I had found him against the odds. Locking my hips to the broken window, I began to pull back with all of my might. Alex had now been in the water nearly three minutes. I knew I had only seconds to get him out of this water or he would soon be dead.
As I pulled, my head popped up out of the water and I began to scream “God! Oh God!” half in prayer and desperation. I realized that I had very little leverage and I needed to lift the weight of my grown boy back out of the water and back into the cab.
Picture laying on your stomach. Now picture laying downward in a slope so I had to press my feet into the side walls of the back seat just to keep from sliding down into the water myself. Now picture a 110 pound woman, dead lifting 170 pound man stripped, which he wasn’t. Instead Alex had all of his clothes on including his down filled jacket. I still think this is what saved us. The down jacket was waterproof, making it act like a crude life jacket, this kept his body close to the jeep. So once I got his body moving back through the hole, the jacket helped me float him up to us.
Alexi screamed her relief, still repeating Alex’s name. I didn’t realize it at the time, but her emotion and actions were somehow different than they should had been. At the time I was busy saving my son’s life, but upon reflection, Alexi actions and cries were more like a wife or maybe even a girlfriend verses a sister or an aunt.
As his head popped out of the window hole and was again above the water line, allowed me for the first time to take a deep breath, but I knew we were still working against the clock. Alex was blue with chalky white streaks spider webbing across his face and neck. A frozen drowning is no pretty site. My next dilemma was that the more I got him out of the water, the heavier he became for me.
Even with super mom strength, I could only pull him so far up out of the water. Alexi finally got her shit together and reached over me, taking a handful of jacket. Between the two of us, Alex unconscious body began to pull out of the water. Because of the lack of room, I literally just pulled his wet frozen body right on top of mine.
Now you may think by reading this that I was James Bond cool and collect in a crisis. In reality I was screaming and crying hysterically as I wrapped my arms around his chest. I was swearing out loud to whatever God or Angel that would help me. I now understand what people mean that they made a deal with the devil. I would have signed any contract in blood if it would have saved my boy’s life. I knew then, that if we could get him to breathe again, I would never let him go.
Spinning around, I ignored the shock of the numbing water as it enveloped my lower legs. Pushing on the back door upward, I desperately tried to move Alex up towards the front of the Jeep again. I was now as wet as Alex was and was shivering violently.
This last Herculean effort with Alexi getting a new grip on Alex, got all of us out of the water and back into our cab.
I had no doubt that Alex was dead, where Alexi and I breath was freezing moisture around our face, there just was no frozen breath coming from his blue white lips.
“You can’t be dead God damn it! Come on Alex, breath for me!” Alexi cried.
We slowly slid his body uphill on the hood of the cab, getting as much distance from the water as we could. I did this by crab crawling on my back by sliding upward. Alex was tucked between my legs and my arms, all wrapped under his limp arms and around his lower chest. Alexi pushed upward by grabbing the front of his winter jacket.
This crazy maneuver actually was pushing water out of his lungs each time we lunged forward. My arms would compress upward like a Heimlich maneuver, with Alexi hands acting like a chest compression. While focusing on moving Alex away from the frozen water, it also acted like a water rescue. Alex began coughing up water on his own.
“What do we do? What do I do?” Alexi cried out in surprise and happiness. I tried to think but it was like my mind was in a funk. Hypothermia effects your ability to think clearly and it was a miracle that I was able to keep moving forward. It was like normal me was stuck inside my brain screaming at myself to not stop and keep moving.
Placing my ear next to his lips I could now hear a shallow breath. This gave me a new surge of energy. “Get him dry… get him warm!” became my mantra that Alexi then picked up. She continuously repeated the phrase and I used it to fight off my own fog. It was as if I needed to hear the words so I wouldn’t forget my mission.
Slapping my hands together, I tried to make my fingers work again. Everything on me had started freezing up. So I quickly peeled off my wet gloves, then my jacket and tucked them above me in the seat belts out of the way. I needed to be able to maneuver and my wet jacket wasn’t helping me.
“Help me!” I shouted at Alexi.
She quickly unzipped Alex’s jacket and pulled off his gloves, next I unbuttoned his flannel shirt and pulled his thermal shirt up over his unconscious head. While barely breathing, Alex was far from being alright. His body still had a greyish blue hue about it. That couldn’t be good.
Grabbing the first large wool blanket in our survival bag, I moved him to his side and began rubbing him down with it, first on his back. Starting low and quickly moving upward to his broad shoulders. Reaching around him I repeated the process, rubbing his arms and then his bare hairless chest.
Alex had started shaving his body hair to make it harder for an opponent to get a good grip on him, it apparently worked because my hands moved smoothly through the wool blanket quickly vibrated up and down his chest. The friction massage seemed to help some and actually began to bring color back to his skin and his face became flush. Encouraged that I was on the right track, I told Alexi to focus on removing his shoes, socks and blue jeans. Alexi did this with ease and experience.
Curious. It looked like I wasn’t the only one who might have admired how my son had recently grown to fill out the jeans so well. Alexi cursed Alex by how tight his jeans were as if he was awake. Shooting pain shot through my fingers and hands as I helped her roll the last of his jeans over his ass and down his legs. This left Alex naked but his wet under briefs. Not remembering if the underwear could stay on or not, I decided not to take a chance and instead peeled off the wet cloth.
“What are you doing?” Alexi demanded protectively.
“Saving his life! We got to get these clothes off of him.”
“Well then you better take your own advice before I have to take care of two of you!” Alexi shot back.
I realized then that I had started shivering uncontrollably. Without thinking I then peeled off my frozen down jacket, soaked flannel shirt and silky white bra. Alexi pulled my shoes and socks off, while my wet jeans had already started freezing and crackled stiffly as I peeled them off. Like Alex, I needed to also get dry and warm. Unlike Alex’s jacket my jacket seemed to have shed most of the water, so I laid it down like a sleeping bag.
Alexi then opened up both Alex and her suitcase and started pulling out their carefully folded clothes. Every sweater or flannel came out and was laid on the roof top floor. Soon she had created a cramped clothes nest for Alex and me to crawl into.
In the crampness of the Jeep, I had to lay over my son cow girl style, but this wasn’t going to work if we all were going to get warm. Moving Alex naked body to his side, I crawled in next to him in a curled up ball.
“Alexi, peel down naked. Get as much of your bare skin on Alex. We have got to warm his body temperature up as fast as possible.”
She hesitated at first, then followed my commands without saying a word. From the faint dome light on the floor, even freezing to death, I couldn’t help but admire my sister’s perky breasts and pencil hard nipples. With her now wedged in around his back in a spooning fashion, it allowed me to stretch out and push my back up against Alex. This forced all of our bodies against each other. While now dry, there was little heat being generated from Alex body against mine and it felt as if I was pushed up against the freezer locker. Both of our wet underwear was still chilling us.
“Help me!” I again commanded to my little sister. I couldn’t help but realize the inappropriateness of the situation as I pulled down my wet underwear and tossed them to the side. Then rolling over, I grabbed his waistband and with Alexi help we pulled it towards his feet. As we fidgeted with the wet undergarment stuck at his feet, Alexi found her face up real close to Alex’s ass, but more disturbing was that I found my face just a few inches from his penis. I was obviously coming off my adrenaline high, because I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that Alex penis had shrunken down into his body.
Parent Post: Frozen Stiff – by Jessica Johnson
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- Frozen Stiff - part 3
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