Literotic asexstories – Snow Daze by sunburycd,sunburycd
So, with that being said, I hope you do enjoy; and I brace myself for the inevitable.
Chapter 1
The house phone rang in the background and from my mom’s tone when she answered, I knew it was my sister Rebecca. I was watching television in the family room. Nothing in particular, just flicking. But when I stumbled upon a decades-old repeat of, I Dream of Jeannie, I settled. I knew of the show but had never watched an episode. I wondered then why I hadn’t! Barbara Eden was gorgeous, she was playing a ditsy blonde to perfection and seemed to just want to be the idiot in the military uniform’s sex slave. I was drawn to her costume and even moved closer to the screen to make sure it wasn’t indeed see-through. It didn’t seem to be, but it certainly didn’t make it any less inviting.
With my father at work and Mom on the phone with my sister, it meant I’d have at least the next twenty minutes free from intrusion, so I unzipped my rapidly hardening cock and succumbed to the lure of that pink genie costume.
“Chris, your sister wants to talk to you!” Mom stated from the doorway behind, her voice startling me and catching me mid-stroke. I just managed to hide my erection under my t-shirt as she entered the room and looked at what I was watching. “I Dream of Jeannie!” She gushed. “I used to love this show! I always wanted a costume like that when I was younger.”
Mom, standing beside the couch, turned from the screen to me in time to catch me clumsily stuffing my erection into my jeans. “Oh!” Her eyes fixed on my cock, there was a long pause and she began to redden but it was nothing to how crimson my face must have become. “Ah…” She was momentarily lost for words, “Rebecca wants to talk to you!” She repeated as I zipped, her eyes turning back to the television, her mind surely making the connection between what I was watching and what I was doing.
“Um, did she say what she wants?” I asked after having made myself as presentable as possible after being caught wanking by my mother.
“Oh… no, she didn’t say,” Mom was staring intently at the TV. “Now what was it I was doing?” She spoke to herself, clearly as a distraction from what she’d had the misfortune of witnessing, before glancing down at her clothing. “Oh, that’s right, spilt something on my dress. Must go wash it off before it stains,” she strangely shared and without even glancing at me again she left the room and quickly made off down the hall.
Fuck, I thought to myself. The next few days would be uncomfortable. I also hoped she wouldn’t tell Dad. My father had hung up his testicles long ago it seemed, and anything sexual in the house was verboten. He’d read me the riot act when he discovered my search history on the computer and his seeming total lack of interest in the opposite sex made me amazed he’d managed to fuck my mother, at least twice. With most of my lustful thoughts diminishing I turned off the TV and went into the kitchen to grab the phone.
“Hey Bec, what’s happening?” I asked.
“Fuck, what took you so long, what were you doing?” She asked.
“Nothing!” I shot back maybe too forcefully.
“Ohhkay! Just asking little brother, no need to take my head off!”
“Sorry, it’s just… oh nothing. What can I help you with?”
“Actually, we can help each other out,” she stated. “Could you do with some extra money, you’re still not working right?”
“Ah yeah, I mean no. I’m not working. What do you have in mind?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Well, we’ve decided to re-paint some of the rooms in the house and I thought, well ‘we’ thought you might like to do it if you’ve nothing else on. We’ll pay you appropriately. What do you say?”
The ‘we’ my sister was referring to was my brother-in-law Dean. We were total opposites. Tall, muscular, sporty, and hyper-masculine and I’m not talking about myself. She had been married for just over a year and had moved up north of the state, living on a property in the mountains. This time of year would be freezing and I had noticed on a weather report they’d recently had snow. Getting there would be a journey and I figured I’d have to spend at least a few nights with them. I immediately thought of how awkward it would be around my own house after my unfortunate encounter with Mom, and it swayed my decision.
“So, I’d have to stay with you guys I guess, can’t believe the douche would be happy about that?” I sniped. Dean and I had never gotten along. Right from the start he’d performed the role of jock and I’d taken up the position of his geeky victim. It was never overt, just comments and jokes. You can take the boys out of high school, but you can’t take the high school out of the boys, I guess.
“Actually smartass, the douche… ah, Dean, won’t be here. He’s working interstate. Also, it was his idea you know! He thought you could use the money. And you’d be also keeping me company while he’s away,” Rebecca countered.
It almost made me change my opinion of him, but I quickly thought of some of the names he called me, and my disdain returned.
“Well, that factor does sweeten the deal I suppose,” I said.
“What, keeping me company?” she asked.
“No, Dean not being there,” I replied.
“What, so you don’t want to spend time with your big sister? I’m hurt.”
“No of course I do, you know what I mean,” I offered, and I heard her laughing down the line. Rebecca was five years older than me, and I’d idolized her my entire life. As a kid, I’d followed her around like a puppy, as teenagers I’d taken her angst and typical annoyance of her little brother, like a dutiful servant. Even when she’d been cruel to me, I’d somehow just enjoyed and even desired the attention she was giving me.
“So do you want the job or not?” she asked.
“Yeah of course I do. When should I come up?
“Why don’t you get the train tomorrow, I’ll meet you at the station and we’ll drive up from there,” Bec replied.
“Sounds cool. I’ll text you what train I’m on, so you know what time I’ll get there.”
“Oh yeah, ‘cool’ is the word! It’s been snowing up here so bring some warm clothes, ok. Does Mom want to talk to me again?” she asked.
After what had just taken place between us, the thought of speaking to my mom didn’t appeal to me so I didn’t call out to ask. “Ah I don’t think so, she’s cleaning or something.”
“Ok, well see you tomorrow, Chrissy,” she stated and hung up. ‘Chrissy’, I thought. She never called me that. It was what Dean called me. ‘Chrissy the sissy.’ Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue. I put it to the back of my mind as I went to my bedroom to pack.
*
After managing to avoid my mother for most of the day I confronted her as she was doing her daily yoga in the spare bedroom. My timing couldn’t have been more perfect (or uncomfortable, at that moment, I couldn’t decide which.) I knocked on the doorframe as I entered; she was laying on her back in a corpse pose and it looked like she was about to finish. “Hey, Mom, about this morning. I know you saw…” I hadn’t figured out what I was going to say but Mom saved me from going any further by interrupting me.
“Honey, it’s alright,” she stated, smiling up at me. “You don’t have to…” she faltered, clearly as embarrassed as me. “We just won’t mention it to your father, ok?” I was greatly relieved, and it must have shown as she let out a little giggle. Looking down at her I ran my eyes across her body. Mom was a couple of years off turning 50 and was keeping herself in shape. At that moment, wearing her tight, light blue yoga pants and white tank top she could’ve passed for ten years younger.
I had assumed she’d finished her routine but as I told her about going up to Rebecca’s house she moved into another position. I don’t know much about yoga, but I know what I like, and when Mom lifted and separated her legs to attain the happy baby pose, I had to admit to myself that my mother looked hot. That she could be so unaware of how sexual the pose was astounded me. Her pants stretched and tightened around her crotch, highlighting her large pubic mound. Her ass lifted off the floor and pointed directly toward me. I imagined the place her anus must have been behind the thin material. Was it tightly puckered or open, awaiting my intrusion? I was shocked at myself for even thinking it but in those few seconds, I’d have given anything just to press my face between her legs and inhale.
She was delighted by the news of me helping my sister. The thought crossed my mind that maybe she was just happy to have the dirty little masturbator out of her sight for a few days. Whatever the reason, when later in the day I informed Dad, he was happy too. I think he was glad that I was just doing something and not simply hanging around the house all day.
*
That night as I readied for bed, I stripped down to my boxers and looked at myself in the mirror. I’d always removed what little body hair I had; my justification was, I just didn’t like it. I shaved my legs, my underarms. I never had facial stubble. I slowly pulled down my shorts to reveal my small flaccid hairless cock. I was a grower, not a shower. When hard I was a good six inches but soft, not worth contemplating. I let my shorts fall to my feet and stepped out of them. The socks I was wearing allowed me to pull them up to just below my knees, giving me, I thought, a feminine appearance, and again I looked at my reflection. My shoulder-length brown hair, my thin arms. Turning, I looked at my ass, rounded. Fuck, I thought. I was a 22-year-old man, yet I could easily pass for a girl! Maybe I was Chrissy the sissy after all, I sighed.
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