Incest stories: Frozen Stiff. Author: Jessica Johnson. A car accident forces extreme measures to survive. The story is including Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Hardcore, Incest, Male/Female, Written by women theme.

Incest stories: Frozen Stiff – part 1

Author: Jessica Johnson

This is my first story submittal so I will appreciate any and all comments. This story is in honor for all of those great stories that deal with family members having sex in their car. I have placed the location of my story in a Jeep. I love a good characters and background in a story, so for those who are just looking for some faceless fucking in the first paragraph this definitely NOT your story (look towards the latter half of the story).

My name is Jamie (not my real name). I was eighteen when I had my son Alex. But my birthing coach (my mother) also went into labor while helping me to breath. This meant my baby oops sister named Alexi was born on exactly the same day as Alex, only eight hours apart. My mother thought it would be great fun to raise the two newborns not as Aunt and Nephew, but instead as “twins”. Personally I think my mother was just tired of raising babies and effectively gave me my baby sister to raise.

While their birth certificates were correct with the right mothers listed the town promptly forgot the truth and always saw Alex and Alexi as fraternal twins. Alex and Alexi even fondly called each other “Brother” and “Sister” while growing up.

When both children graduated High School at fifteen and literally tested out as geniuses, it only made sense to me to send my baby sister and my son to the same college together. I knew they would eventually go to different universities as they pursued their Post Graduate studies, but for now I felt that because they were so young going to college, that it would be reassuring for them to have something familiar in their life.

My solution was to buy them a three bedroom condo within walking distance of the University… Yes, I bought them a condo verses letting them live in the dorm.

I won’t bore you with the financial details, but let’s say that I am that same famous “Baby Jamie” you once watched for a week on the news. For those who might not know the story, as a four year old child, I fell into an old water well. If that wasn’t bad enough, the well walls promptly collapsed on top of me. They say it took two days for them to dig me out and by the time I was out of the hospital, I had magically become the benefactor of a trust fund worth millions of dollars.

Apparently moms from all around the world felt sorry for little baby Jamie and sent me a few dollars to help me in my recovery. Over the last thirty years the trustees of my special trust had invested and reinvested my fortune to make the trust now worth nearly eighty million dollars. While growing up rich for a farm girl, being from Smith County North Dakota, a hundred grand a year was considered a lot of clams. By the time I was twenty one, I had learned to live on only 10% of the actual interest that was earned for that year (typically around $600,000). That’s a lot of lettuce for any farm girl, so the money was used each year to buy real-estate and farm land.

Anyway my trustee’s said it was a real good investment to just buy a condo near the college because it provided almost no risk of not getting my money back out of it. Let’s face it, even if I didn’t have a lot of money, I would still know that there was always a shortage of places to live in a University town. Reselling the condo after a few years was just not going to be a problem.

Alex was a senior and anxious to get back to the University after Christmas break because he had a wrestling tournament in a few days. The problem was that all the local weathermen had predicted they were expecting a full blown North Easter Blizzard for New Year’s Eve.

While now eighteen and driving on his own for at least 3 years, I still refused to let Alex or Alexi to drive back to the University without me when the weather acted up. It’s not that I didn’t trust my kids… I just didn’t trust all those other crappy drivers.

Because of the weather reports, I really tried to get them to just stay an extra day until this storm could blow over and the highway department could plow the roads. But Alex would hear nothing of it. Alex did nothing in half measures and He was committed to his team. He wanted nothing more than to wrestle against Nebraska state university this week.

Any other University in the country would have already closed down shop, but up here in the “Great White North”, school closure was seen as a weakness against moral fiber or something. Years could go by before a school would shut down its doors because of weather. This meant that the wrestling match was going to happen with or without some of the students showing up. So when the weather made an extracurricular event dicey, I would usually drive my kids back and forth in my Jeep Grand Wagoneer. With its 4 wheel drive, it was normally more reliable on our icy winter roads than a normal car would be.

We had left early in order to beat the storm, but we were only halfway to the University when the snow began to really fall heavily. The weathermen obviously got the storms timing wrong. Wind and snow is nothing new to us. In fact to most Dakotan’s wind and snow is so common, it is no longer talked about. But this time we were not experiencing the familiar wispy snow flurries, falling like powdered mash potatoes flakes. This time the snow was falling down in a thick solid sheet of ice and snow.

I swear to God, some of the snowflakes were as big as your hand. Like some first grader had cut out giant size snowflakes in school and hung them on a string. Except these huge icy conglomerations were not art but real trouble. It wasn’t long before the snow and ice became so clumped up on the glass of my windshield that I had to pull over several times, just to bounce the ice off the wiper blade. We were in trouble because it was obvious that my wiper blades could no longer keep up with this winter storm.

“Alex, I think we need to stop and turn around and go back home. I think this storm is going to be as bad as the weather men predicted.”

“Mom! You know that I have been working on making weight for this match all week. If I don’t make the match, my team will have to forfeit my weight class. You know I can’t let my team down.”

This was so Alex. He wouldn’t had fussed if the issue was only about him, but he would be stubborn if it affected other people. I usually loved this personality trait in him. Today however, it was going to be a total pain in my ass.

“I know Alex, but it won’t do anyone any good if we all get stranded or worse… killed in this weather. Besides if we can’t make it in the Jeep, neither will your competitive wrestling team make it to the University by bus.”

I thought my argument sounded quite reasonable.

“Sis, I agree with Alex.” My baby sister Alexi agreed with Alex. “I want us to keep going. I have some work due this week preparing for my finals and I had planned to use tomorrow as a research day. Call Dad and tell him to cover for you on the farm. You can just stay with us in the spare room.”

“Mom, just drive slower. I don’t care if it takes us all night to get there. I just need to be there by tomorrow.” Alex pleaded.

I was a total sucker for my kids. My baby sister and my son were born on the same day, same hospital. My mother and I nursed both kids just because it was convenient to raise them together. These days most people just assume that Alex and Alexi are twins because of their appearance, age and similar names. They also assumed I was the “twins” mother or older sister.

“Well ok, even if I think this is a really bad idea!” I conceded. It was seldom that I ever made a decision against what Alex and Alexi wanted. Hey they were the certified geniuses and I figured if both agreed on something it was probably the right answer. Just to let you know they acted like typical twins and seldom agreed on anything. So my weigh in was usually the tie breaker.

“But if it gets any worse out here, I’m turning around. No arguments right?” Hey someone had to sound like the adult here.

But it did get worse… a lot worse. But by then we were already ¾ the distance to Minneapolis. So I made another Mom decision that it would now be far safer for us to just keep going. Hopefully staying in front of the worst of it. I would just weather out the storm in the city with the kids, then return home back towards Smith County North Dakota.

Alex was now playing a very active role on keeping me on the road, I figured two sets of eyes were better than just mine. But as the day waned on, even at twenty miles per hour, following the road was not an easy thing. First off the road was covered in frozen snow making it a white landing strip.

On either side of the road was hundreds of thousands of plowed acres of farmer fields. All frozen and now also covered in white. But in the “Great White North”, snow doesn’t stand still when it hits the ground. No instead the wind makes the snow take off sideways. Clumping together in moving rows, like a huge white snake crawling across the fields and roads. The ditches provided limited wind breaks and were already filled, but now in this blizzard, the ditches were now full of snow making no gap between interstate and the fields a few yards away.

Through my head lights and frosted windows, all I could see was white on white on white. With no distinct features to tell me what was the road or ditch or field. Only the occasional tree growing on a buried fence row gave me any significant landmarks at all.

I kept my headlight beams on low since my light beam was blinding me. Light refracted strangely and most of my light actually was being reflected back into our eyes verses the road in front of me. Night time comes early and with the blinding snow, it got darker quicker than usual. It was like driving in a comic book universe where the world was unfinished, with no details having been painted yet by the artist except for the hood of my car. Little did I know what the artist had planned for us on this blank sheet of paper out of our window.