Snow Daze

“You know we’d be warmer if we were skin-to-skin!” Rebecca matter-of-factly stated after a few minutes of silence.

“Stop it Bec, I know what you’re doing!” I retorted.

“What? I’m just saying it’s a fact that skin-on-skin contact would keep us warmer, that’s all!” She tried to sound innocent, but it was all a game for her. To give, then take away, to seduce, then humiliate me. It had been the same our entire lives. I was used to it. I’d long ago admitted to myself, I liked it. I decided to just play along with her mind games.

“OK then,” I declared. I unbuttoned my jeans and leaving my underpants on, with a swift motion pulled them down to my knees and pressed my thighs against hers. “Happy?” I asked.

“You don’t have to be so testy Christopher. I’m only trying to keep us alive you know!” she claimed. “But no, I’m not happy, just a minute,” she moved her arms beneath the jacket covering our legs and I was pretty sure I knew what she would do. I was right. She pulled up her dress around her waist and pressed her butt back into my crotch. My cock was still hard and slid perfectly along the length of her ass crack as if it was designed to be there. Rebecca took hold of my arm and wrapped it around her stomach below her scrunched-up dress. We were now closer and in a more sexual position than we’d ever been before and yet she had managed to explain it away innocently. If I had proposed the position, she’d have mocked me, if I took it further it would be me that was the deviant. I had to give her some credit though, I was feeling warmer.

*

In my dream, my mother stood in the doorway of my room wearing a sexy genie costume as I lay in bed masturbating. She kept flicking the light on and off and banging on the wall, ‘You’re late for school Chrissy,’ she kept repeating. The sound of her knocking grew louder, and I awoke to the cold confines of the car. Rebecca was awakening with me. The knocking was real and coming from outside the car; someone was tapping on the window!

A flashing orange light illuminated the fogged-up glass. “Hello, anyone in there?” Came a man’s voice. Bec and I sat up, she began pulling her dress down over her legs and I noticed for the first time the panties she was wearing were a thong. I pulled my jeans up as Rebecca put on her shoes, then opened the door to Jerry, the snowplow guy.

“Oh Rebecca, thank the lord you’re ok,” he sounded genuinely relieved. “I thought I was going to find a body in there. How long y’all been out ‘ere?”

“Oh god Jerry, all night! We’re so relieved to see you,” Rebecca answered.

I climbed out of the car behind Bec and nodded a greeting to the old man and in response to his raised eyebrow at seeing a stranger with a married woman, explained that I was the brother.

“Dang, all night you say? Musta got right cold in there!” He stated. “I’m head’n up ta clear the pass. I can give y’all a lift to your place Bec if you like. You can call old Billy Bob to arrange a tow from there I guess.”

“That would be great, thank you, Jerry,” Rebecca ducked back into the car and I noticed her put her abandoned tights into the pocket of my jacket which she then handed to me.

“You wear it Bec, I’ll be OK.” I offered and then turned to Jerry. “You wouldn’t have anything in your truck that could open the trunk, would you? It’s jammed,” I explained.

Jerry walked to the rear to survey the damage and came away shaking, “Just a crow; but that’ll need to be cut open. Sorry fella,” he explained, and I resigned myself to having to leave my possessions in the car. It didn’t matter, we’d survived an accident and we’d survived a night trapped in the snow. A night that had been the most sexually exciting of my life and I had my sister to thank. It made me wonder if that would be the end, had it just been the predicament that had led to our behavior, or was there more to come? I was excited to find out.

*

Chapter 2

Large sections of the road between the accident and Rebecca’s were covered in snow, but the plow made light work of the obstacles. Within an hour we were inside her home and finally out of the cold. It was still early morning and after turning on the central heating, Rebecca made us both hot chocolate and we drank them together in her welcoming, warm lounge room. Neither of us said anything about what we’d done in the car. Now that we’d both sobered up it seemed like it hadn’t happened. The phrase ‘what happens in the car, stays in the car,’ came to mind, and I think Bec must have felt the same. After something to eat, Rebecca called the mechanics in town to arrange for the car to be towed. I heard her call Dean and inform him of the accident and reassure him we were alright. We were both tired and agreed going back to bed was a good idea. I thought of all my clothes in the back of the car and asked Rebecca when we’d have a chance to get them. ‘I’ll find you something to wear in the meantime Chrissy; don’t worry,’ was her response.

Sunlight filled my room when I awoke from a dream of snow and the winter cold. I looked at my phone for the time and was amazed at how late in the day it was. I heard the shower running down the hall and looked around the room. My jacket was over an armchair and leaving the bed wearing only my shorts I walked over to it and checked the pocket. Sure enough, Rebecca’s black opaque tights were still there. I pulled the now-dry stockings out, lifted them to my face, and inhaled the material and the scent of my sister.

“Oh, are you fucking serious?” Came a voice from behind me. It was then I realized the shower was no longer running. I turned to find Rebecca standing in the open doorway. She was dressed in a satin, thigh-length robe, her hair still wet. Holding what looked to be sweatpants and a top, she looked at me with an incredulous expression on her face that turned into a smirk. “You’re worse than I thought little brother. First, you look up my skirt, now you’re sniffing my underwear. You’ve got problems! I was going to give you Dean’s old clothes to wear, but I’ll have to rethink that. The shower’s free if you want it!” And with that she turned and walked away down the hall to her room, leaving me feeling completely humiliated, still holding her tights.

I really couldn’t believe it. In just two days I’d been caught by my mother masturbating, sprung looking up my sister’s skirt, and now discovered sniffing her underwear like a common pervert. How things could get any more humiliating, I didn’t know. But they would.

I took my sister up on the offer of the shower. The main bathroom was large, white, and minimalist. I luxuriated in the warm water, taking my time soaping my body and washing my hair. The shower itself had no walls or glass screen, so when Rebecca entered the bathroom and stood watching me, I had nowhere to hide.

She looked amazing; dressed in an extremely short grey skirt, black stockings and heels, and a white shirt. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore black-rimmed reading glasses. She wouldn’t have looked out of place in an office or at least an office hosting a porn shoot, but why she was dressed this way at home, I wasn’t sure. “Fuck Bec!” I exclaimed, covering my cock. “A bit of privacy?”

She laughed at this and again smirked at me.

“What privacy were you affording me when you were looking up my skirt in the car Christopher, hmm?” And I had to admit she had a point. “Were you thinking about my privacy when you were smelling my stockings? Or what about when you were pressing that cock of yours against me last night? When we were just trying to keep warm!” It was the first time she’d said anything about us spooning. “What, you think I didn’t feel what you were doing down there?” One whole side of the bathroom was mirrored and I could see my face and chest flushing crimson. “Did I say you could cover yourself, Chris? Take your hand away from there.” I did as I was told, wanting to please her in any way I could. “God you’re very small aren’t you; it felt so much bigger in the car. Oh well. I’m glad to see you don’t have any hair around it, I didn’t think you would. You really are a sissy, aren’t you, Chris?”

There it was, she’d called me a sissy. That was Dean’s favorite putdown for me and now my sister was adopting it as well.

“Show me your underarms Christopher,” she ordered, and I lifted my arms to reveal my hairless armpits. “Good. Ok, turn around. That’s it, my god you don’t have any body hair at all do you? This is going to be easier than I thought.” I didn’t know what she meant by the last statement, but I soon understood where she was heading. “You’re just like a girl aren’t you, Chris? Maybe I should call you my little sister from now on, hmm? Are you my little sister, Chrissy?” She asked and I nodded in obedience. “Good girl. Now all you need to do is shave that little bit of stubble from your face and you can go back to your room. I’ve laid out some more appropriate clothes for you!”

With that, Rebecca placed shaving creme and a razor on the vanity and left me alone in the bathroom. My mind reeled. I questioned whether I was dreaming. It was all so bizarre. The events in the car could have been put down to the alcohol and the uniqueness of the situation but what had just transpired was absurd. She’d called me a girl, her little sister. Why did I have to shave? What was the deal with me being hairless? I quickly did as she’d demanded and shaved what little shadow was on my face and completed my shower. I was nervous with anticipation about what was going to happen; I knew she could be cruel, but she knew also how to reward me. I dried and wrapped a towel around my waist and with excited trepidation, walked back to my room.