Snow Daze

“And?” I questioned.

“Well, it’s just I only got warm and somewhat comfortable, and now I’m gonna have to go out into the cold!” She complained.

“Well, you can’t do it in here, can you!” I declared. The comment must have sparked something in her playful nature. She rolled over to face me and placed a leg up over mine.

“I could though, couldn’t I?” She whispered, the sweet bourbon on her breath, with her lips inches from mine. Her pantyhosed leg straddled my hip, her crotch against my erection. She must have known I was hard, I again thought. “I could just pee right here,” she continued. “It’d be so warm, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t mind, would you? And you don’t want to send your poor sister out into the cold, do you?”

I had a fair idea she was just toying with me again but to be honest, wasn’t 100 percent sure. Maybe the alcohol had more of an effect on her than I’d thought. “Well, yeah you could,” I sighed back. “I wouldn’t stop you, but it’d get cold quickly and then it’d be uncomfor…..”

“Oh my god, did you think I’d really do it!?” She cut into my response. “I’m not that drunk!” She began laughing and kissed me lightly on the cheek near my lips, her breath hot. “It’s ok, little brother. I’m not going to piss on you,” but then she added. “As long as you let me borrow the jacket while I go outside!”

“Yeah of course.” I tried to act cool, “I knew you were joking; I was just playing along!” I didn’t think she was buying it and was thankful for the darkness hiding how red my face had certainly become. Rebecca put my jacket on again, opened the door, and stepped out into the night. The warmth we’d generated inside the car immediately disappeared and before she slammed the door behind her, telling me not to peek, I noticed how heavy the snow had begun to fall.

A couple of minutes later, Rebecca dove back into the car screaming expletives as to how cold it was outside. “Fuck, my feet are saturated. Fucking snow,” she reached down and pulled off her slip-on shoes and discarded them. Lifting a foot onto the seat, she wrapped her hands around it to warm herself. “Bloody hell, my tights are wet. I’m gonna take them off.” And without further delay, she lifted her bottom off the seat, tucked her fingers on either side, and pulled them down and off her legs. Discarding them on the floor as she picked up the bottle and took a swig. “Time to even the ledger little brother,” she stated. “I did your hands; you can do my feet!” she said, hoisting her legs up and around, presenting her bare feet to me.

I took hold of them and rubbed but my hands were only marginally warmer than her feet and it did no good. I took a leaf out of her book and turning towards her, placed my legs on either side of her, lifted my top, and pressed the cold soft soles of her precious feet against my chest and stomach. “Mmm, that’s nice Chrissy,” she purred in response and again drank from the bottle. Her feet were like ice against my skin, I ran my hands over the tops of them beneath my sweater to try and encourage circulation.

I reached down and picked up my phone to check the time. 3:30 am. Rebecca had supposed the snowplow wouldn’t pass by until at least 5:30 but we’d survived this long, a couple more hours wouldn’t hurt. Bec passed me the bottle and I placed the phone down between us, for access. I hadn’t done it intentionally but the light from the screen of the phone perfectly illuminated my sister’s legs, giving me the most wonderful view of her white panty-clad pussy. I looked up at her face quickly and was horrified to see her smirking back at me, the smug satisfaction that she’d caught me looking up her skirt.

“Sorry, I was looking at my phone,” I feebly tried to excuse myself.

“Oh sure, of course you were,” the sarcasm evident in her tone. She moved her feet around to my sides under my top and wriggled her toes against my ribs. She knew my ticklish spots from childhood, and they hadn’t changed. “Do you like looking up girl’s skirts little brother?” she asked as her toes found my most sensitive spot and caused me to writhe, but I tried not to give in to laughter. “Or only mine?”

“No, I told you I was looking at my phone,” I again tried to convince her. “Anyway Bec, the tickling won’t work. I think you’re forgetting… I’ve got your feet!” I quickly reached under my top and pulled out her feet and began tickling her soles. I too knew her most ticklish places and soon had her wriggling and attempting to kick her way out of the torture. We were both probably more drunk than we presumed, I knew the cold had a way of doing that, but the wrestle was just what we needed to keep warm. When I had both her feet locked together under my arm and she was completely under my control, Bec realized she had been defeated and pleaded for a truce.

Puffing, Rebecca and I resumed our seats facing each other. “That was mean Chris, you owe my tootsies an apology!”

“What are you talking about?” I laughed back at her, taking the second last sip from the bottle and passing it to her to finish.

“Well, they were getting nice and warm and now they’re cold again!” Bec took the last drink from the bourbon bottle and pouted out her bottom lip. “It’s your fault.”

I played her game and lifted her left foot from the seat as she placed the other onto my lap, (right beside my cock, I didn’t fail to notice.) Holding her bare foot up to my face I apologized to her. “I’m sorry for tickling you and making you cold again, little tootsie,” then looking at Rebecca, “Ok, happy now?”

“Um, no. I think you should kiss it better!”

“I’m not kissing your feet,” I protested, although the thought of doing so began to turn me on.

“Ah, yes you will, little brother,” her demeanor changed from playful to domineering. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”

I fell back into my role of subordinate to my older sister. I brought her foot closer to my mouth and kissed the tip of her big toe, cold against my lips. “Now the next,” she commanded. I did as she said and kissed her second toe. “Good boy, keep going,” she ordered, and I followed her instructions to the letter.

Your mouth is so warm Chris, you wouldn’t mind if I put my big toe in there would you?” She asked but it wasn’t really a question. I shook my head as she pushed her toe between my lips. I wrapped my mouth around it and ran my tongue over her soft skin. Holding her foot, I sucked her big toe like a cock and that seemed to please her. Her other foot was now pressing directly on my hardening penis. I moved to her next toes, licking and sucking each in turn. Rebecca was now moving her foot up and down on my erection. She’d pulled her dress down between her legs, covering her panties but her hands remained balled between her thighs. It didn’t look like she was masturbating but I couldn’t be sure. I moved from her toes to the sole of her foot. Kissing down its length until I reached her heel which I attempted to wrap my mouth around. My sister’s other foot was grinding against my hard-on and I felt on the verge of cumming when she stopped abruptly and pulled her other foot away from my mouth.

“Oh Chris, you’re so easy to manipulate,” she looked down at my erection. “Still maintain you weren’t looking up my dress?” I didn’t know how she did it, she’d been complicit in what had just nearly happened, but she had made me feel like it was all me, my deviant behavior.

“I’m sorry,” I offered and again it seemed to please her. She moved into a kneeling position on the seat and reached out to me in a hug.

“Oh, it’s ok little brother, you can’t help the way you are,” we embraced, my head she cradled against her breast whilst stroking my hair. “Maybe we should try again to get some sleep, what do you think?” She asked and I agreed. I made to lie down again on the seat but instead of her lying next to me she straddled my hips pressing her weight atop me and turned me on my back. If we were in the UFC, she had ‘top mount’ and I was at her mercy.

“Not so fast Chrissy, I don’t think you are truly sorry!” Her knees pinned my arms and she held my hands at my side. If I’d been determined I could probably have bucked her off but with her crotch merely inches from my face and even with little light, the perfect view between her legs, I was in no mood to end it. Thinking back to her childhood tortures of me, I had a feeling I knew what was coming. “I think you need a reminder who’s boss here little brother, don’t you!” She began welling saliva in her mouth and my cock ached in anticipation.

Rebecca let the spit drip from her lips and I opened my mouth to receive her gift. She sucked the drool back up and giggled at her talent. Again, she let her saliva run from her mouth and it dripped further this time, yet again she sucked it up before it hit me. My dick was straining against my pants. She’d now built up a sizable amount of spit and once more she let it fall. My mouth opened and her saliva flowed onto my tongue, I swallowed and opened my mouth again for more. “Oh my god, you look like you really like it!” She feigned shock, knowing full well, I did. She spat in my mouth again, and again I swallowed.

“You love my spit don’t you little brother?” she whispered, moving her face closer to mine and welling more saliva into her mouth. She realized she no longer had to pin my arms as I was doing nothing to resist and in moving her legs, her crotch slid down over my belly to my groin. Her pussy was now pressed against my hard-on. I wanted more spit, and she knew it. I wanted to fuck, and she knew it. Her cunt ground against me and as she once again drooled into my mouth, I again felt on the verge of cumming in my pants. Of course, she then stopped, there was no way she’d let it end so easily.

“Well, I think you’ve learned your lesson. You’ll be showing me a lot more respect from now on, won’t you?” she asked, and I nodded, swallowing the last of her saliva in my mouth. “We really should get some sleep now Chris, come on, stop being silly,” she climbed off me and we again assumed the spooning position, the jacket over our lower half.