Snowed In – An Incest Story

Literotic asexstories – Snowed In – An Incest Story by clairebear11,clairebear11 Me and my brother Noah have always been close. Sure, we fought sometimes, bickered like squirrels over an acorn, and I wanted to throw him about the window and vice versa, but at the end of the day, he was the only person I could ever imagine having as my big brother.

But things started to escalate when I reached my first year of university. We had a four-year age gap, you see, a difference I found very respectable. Old enough that he was somebody I could depend on protecting me but young enough that I could joke around with him.

Now, though, our bond had become more intense than before. I started noticing things about him that never caught my eye back then. The way his muscles flexed when he was fixing my ceiling fan, the way his jaw was defined and chiseled with stubble grazing it, the way he towered over my smaller, five-foot-four dancer figure with his larger, six-foot-three basketball player one. I caught myself staring at him on multiple occasions, for a little too long with my pupils a little too dilated.

I myself wasn’t a little girl by any means, however. I had filled out quite nicely, or so I heard. Standing at five-foot-four with lean, toned legs, a slim figure with soft yet grabbable curves, rocking a 32c cup and a plump round ass, I was proud of my body. Especially when I caught Noah looking back, which I saw he was.

His stares were more intense, now, with something burning in them I couldn’t quite place. He started touching me in places where he normally wouldn’t touch, like resting his hand on my lower back and brushing against my ass when we hugged.

We were still fine, though. Other than the newfound tension, we still joked around and fought like we always did, so I wasn’t worried about our relationship. I was more worried about myself and what this new attraction would do to me.

He was still my big brother, I reminded myself constantly when he was over. He was still the brother who I told all my drama to, the brother who I forced to suffered through romcoms with me and the brother who would gladly beat up any boyfriend or man in general who ever hurt me. He did on many occasions, in fact. He had walked in on my first boyfriend in ninth grade kissing me on my bed and went ballistic on him.

Since then, I’ve had a few boyfriends. But, even at age nineteen, I was a virgin with little experience. My best friend always teased me about how pure and innocent I was compared to most of the girls in my year when I had a brother like mine. Rumors had it that he was the biggest heartbreaking fuckboy in town when he was in high school. Now, he was twenty-three and graduated college last year.

This weekend, we were taking a trip to our vacation home in the mountains of North Carolina. We all protested against this, saying that it was a bad idea during the wintertime, but Mom insisted, saying that we hadn’t spent quality time as a family in ages, with Noah studying in another city and them always on business trips so we conceded.

The car ride there wasn’t that bad. Dad played his country music while we all talked. The only weird thing was that Noah’s hand was absently on my thigh the whole time while he scrolled on his phone or talked but I didn’t think there was much of it to think of. He helped me carry my suitcase into my room, which was separated by a wall from his room and then we all turned in for the night.

Everything was going smoothly until the second night there. After the family had dinner and watched a film together, we all went up to our rooms. I was in my pajamas and ready to go sleep when I heard the sound of rough grunts and groans coming from his room right behind me.

I felt a throb in my pussy. That was the sound of a man jerking off. The image of him on his bed naked, hand around his cock, stroking it, pumping it… my thighs clenched and soon my hand was between my legs and rubbing my now wet pussy, whimpering at the idea of him being right here with me.

“Such a little slut,” his fake voice whispered in my ear as I teased my clit. “Moaning for your big brother, so wet and needy for him. Such a dirty little slut.” I moaned softly as I thrusted a finger into me, imagining it was him and I pushed in and out until I was coming over my hands.

This fantasy went on for the next two nights, me pleasuring myself to sleep while fantasizing about him doing unmentionable, vulgar things to me while whispering depraved language in my ear.

On the fifth morning, I went down for coffee, a blissful expression on my face from orgasming last night, still in my lacy nightdress as I didn’t bother to change since I didn’t expect anybody to down here so early in the morning.

I saw my brother was already there, sipping on his coffee. I brushed past him to get to the coffee maker and filling my own cup. I turned to face, seeing his eyes were somewhere below before slowly dragging up my body and lingering on my chest. My face flushed. My pink nightdress wasn’t modest my any means, with a thin lacy fabric that barely dropped to my mid thigh and a dipping cleavage.

I watched as he took a sip of his coffee, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. “Good night’s sleep?” he asked, and I swear he knew from the blissful expression on my face, but that would be implausible.

“What?” I asked.

“I asked if you had a good night’s sleep,” he repeated. “You look like you did. Your face looks refreshed and you’re glowing a little.” I blush.

That would be the result of coming to the thought of you, I thought to myself. Out loud, I said, “I did sleep good. The beds here are super comfy.”

Before we could say anything Mom and Dad came down to have breakfast with us. Mom made me tie a bathrobe around me with a sigh, scolding me for wearing something so revealing like this. I rolled my eyes at her and we all sat at the table to eat waffles.

“We’re going down to town today,” Dad informed us. “The weather is showing a pretty bad storm tonight so we want to go down to get supplies. That okay with you two?” We nodded.

“Do you need anything, Grace?” Mom asked, addressing me. “Or are you set?”

“I’m good, Mom,” I answered.

“Okay. You two, behave yourselves, though. You’ll be home alone until tonight.”

Which was fine by me and Noah. We liked the house to ourselves anyway, because it meant no supervision, which meant we could get up to whatever shit we wanted to. Like movies, video games, making a mess in the kitchen, etc.

They left us to our own devices around 4 in the afternoon.

We both fought over which movie to watch- I wanted to watch Dirty Dancing and he wanted to watch a Tom Cruise film- and in the end I won. I let him pick dinner, though, and like the boring bastard he was, he chose mad and cheese. We sat through the movie and then went to the kitchen to cook dinner together, chatting normally as we always would before we went up to have some me-time.

I was in my bed, scrolling through my phone with my bathrobe off so I was comfortable in my chemise, when Noah called to me that he was going to take a shower and to not enter since the locks were broken. I was too busy on my phone so I wasn’t paying attention to him, so naturally, I forgot 5 minutes later when I got off to go take a pee.

I twisted the unlocked door handle and stepped in, letting out a surprised yelp when I came face to face with a naked, sexy man. Chest to face, more like, with my naked, sexy brother.

My lips parted slightly at the sight of him. With broad shoulders and a strong, toned chest and arms, every muscle seemed perfectly chiseled beneath his smooth, sun-kissed skin. My eyes couldn’t help but lower, the sight of his cock making my mouth go dry. It was seven inches at least, the knowledge of this making it hard to stand straight on my legs.

“You done gawking at your big brother’s body,” Noah drawled, snapping me back out of my haze. My eyes flicked up to his to see him smirking down at me. “I know I’m attractive, but it’s an added bonus to know my little sister does, too.”

My face flamed with the embarrassment of being caught drooling at his Adonis-like body. “Sorry,” I squeaked out. “I-I forget that the door was, um, broken.”

“Uh-huh.”

Before I looked again I ran out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, hearing him chuckle.

I was determined to act like nothing happened when he came down in grey sweatpants and a fitted black tee, looking ridiculously fuckable in his casual clothes. I pushed the thought away, wanting to act casual. “Hey,” I greeted, filling his bowl and handing it to him. “Hungry?”

His eyes roamed up my body in my chemise, his eyes darkening a little. “Not for mac and cheese, I’m not,” he spoke, a rough undertone to his voice that I chose to ignore.

I frowned. “You’re the one who wanted to eat it in the first place,” I reminded him, rolling my eyes as I followed him to the kitchen, glad that he wasn’t teasing me about the incident in the bathroom.

The lights flickered a little in the livingroom and I noticed the temperature was colder than it was this morning. “God, it’s pretty bad outside, huh?” I commented as I sat down on the couch.

“Yeah, snow storm already started it looks like,” Noah informed me. “Mom and dad are too late, we’re already snowed in.”

“What?” I asked, my eyes widening. “Are they going to be okay? Oh no, are we going to be okay? Do we have anything left?”

“Relax, Gracie. They’ll stay at a hotel for the night and we have plenty here to last us a week,” Noah assured me, smirking at me. “Such a worrier.”

I poke him in the side, noticing the lights flickering again, the room getting darker. The wind howled against the windows and it was so white outside you couldn’t see past it. “Hey, I want to make sure that we’re going to be alright. Mom and Dad, too.”

“They’ll be fine, Gracie. They’ve been in worse weathers.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

We ate together for a while, speaking in between mouthfuls about life and university and anything we could think about. Like normal brother and sister. I finished by plate so I leaned forward to set it on the coffee table, my cleavage unknowingly dipping low enough to give a healthy look down my breasts. When I sat back straight, I noticed the way that Noah was looking at me. There was a look that was almost primal on his face as his eyes dipped down the low cleavage and then back to my eyes. My breathing became a little labored.

It was at that moment that the power went out.

“What happened?” I asked, starting to panic. I wasn’t afraid of the dark anymore, but I didn’t like this, either.

“Shit,” Noah muttered. “The storm was so bad that the power shut off.”

A shudder ran through my body at the sudden drop of temperature now that the heating was out. “Are you kidding me? Here?” I ask. I looked around the room, only being able to make silhouettes of everything. I could see Noah fine enough. The ridge of his muscles, the green of his eyes, the swoop of his hair, the curve of his mouth. But if I tried to walk around I would crash into something.

“Yeah, here.” I shivered again, releasing a wobbly breath. “Shit, Gracie, you’re freezing,” Noah hissed, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close to him, rubbing his hand on my arm trying to keep me warm. “Better?”

A little “Brr” noise escaped me. “A little,” I replied, huddling against him, still cold.

“You think you have enough battery for me to go upstairs to grab a hoodie or something?” I asked him, shivering still.

“No, my phone is almost dead and I don’t want to waste it in case the signal comes back and Mom and Dad call,” Noah tells me.

“Don’t we have generators?” I asked.

“Something must have broke outside or the power would have been back now.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

I shiver against him again, this time a full-body one. “Fuck, it’s so c-cold,” I said, cuddling closer to him.

I heard him release a heavy breath. “Fuck, you’re practically naked, Gracie,” he told me when his hand found my leg.

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t know there would be a snow storm today,” I told him.

“So, you always wear things like this around the house?” he questioned.

I looked down. “Um, yes,” I said. “I’m sorry. I won’t anymore if you don’t want me to.”

“Don’t say sorry. You look fucking sexy in that.”

My entire body flushed with heat when his words registered and for a moment I forgot that I was in a power outage in the midst of a snow storm. I snapped back when he shifted away from me and then ripped his shirt off of him, draping it across my bare legs. “That help at all?”

“A bit,” I respond, cuddling closer to him when I realize that he had no shirt on.

Shit. He had no shirt on.

My hand immediately flexed against his hard abs before yanking away, realizing what I was doing. “Aren’t you going to freeze to death?” I asked.

Noah’s arm came back around my shoulders and pulled me back to him, pressing me against his bare torso. I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my face into his shoulder. “Yeah, well, I sacrifice a lot for my little sister it seems,” he told me, continuing to rub my side. “And it’s okay. I have you to keep be warm, don’t I?”

I felt a flush run through my body. “I suppose you do,” I said, cuddling closer to him. I try my best to ignore my breasts squishing against the rock-hardness of his chest and the way his hand kept brush lower down my body, brushing against my hips on the way down and against my breasts on the way up. His other hand was rested on my bare leg under the shirt on my lap, easily clasping gently around my thigh.

“Maybe we should run on the spot or do jumping jacks or something to warm up. Do something to get our bodies hot,” I suggest another shiver taking over me, shifting even closer against him, desperate for warmth.

Noah shook his head “That may work in a short term but then we’ll get sweaty and even colder as it evaporates and burns our energy… really the smart thing is to stay close and conserve heat together” I say as he hugs me to him, pulling me even closer.

I was cuddled so close to him that I was practically on his lap, with one of his hands rubbing my arm while the other cupped my ass, holding me in place. “Then give me some more ideas, boy scout, because I’m freezing here,” I grumbled. I was definitely feeling a lot warmer than I did five minutes ago.

“Trust me, you don’t want any of my ideas,” Noah shot back at me. “They won’t help you at all.”

“Huh?” I asked, frowning. I shivered again, shifting on his lap to get even closer to him. I winced when I felt his hand around my thigh tighten to the point it was biting me. “N-noah.”

“What is it?”

“Your hand,” I said.

“Gracie, I assure you that my hand on your ass and legs is the least of our worries while your sitting here grinding on my lap looking like every fella’s wet dream,” Noah bit out at me, and I was silenced immediately. I tried my best to stay as still as possible, but the rasp in his voice and the way he spoke sent a jolt of heat to my core. I could feel my panties getting wet. I quickly shifted on his lap so he wouldn’t feel the dampness of my panties on him, causing him to let out a pained noise. “Grace,” he warned.

“Sorry, sorry,” I squeaked out, settling comfortably on his lap when I suddenly felt something hard poke into my thigh. “Um, Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“I think your keys are digging into my skin.”

His eyes clouded with smoke as he looked down on me. “Those aren’t my keys, Gracie,” he told me, a rough underline to his words.

“Your phone?”

“One last try.”

It dawned onto me and I almost fell right off of his lap. His one hand gripped my ass and the other cupped my inner thigh, nails digging into my soft skin, his hand so close to my pussy that he could feel its heat. I clung to his chest as I sat properly on his lap where he positioned me now, feeling his hard on push against my ass. My breathing became labored.

He let out a low, guttural groan. “Fuck, Gracie, you’re dripping all over my hand,” he rasped in my ear and a little whimper slipped from me. “You know, Gracie…” Noah murmured huskily in my ear, “you’re quite an awful actress.”

“W-what?” I asked, feeling a little dizzy as his hand climbed higher up my thigh.

“You think I didn’t notice?” Noah said, feeling his finger touch my pussy. My breath hitched. “The way your eyes were always on me a little too long in the wrong places, the way you blushed whenever I looked at you or complimented you, how you started to dress in more revealing clothes the more I was around as you grew up.” His breath was hot on my neck as he kissed his way down my jawline. “And then these past few nights,” he went on as he left kisses down my neck, “hearing you moaning and whimpering my name in the room right next to mine like the dirty little slut you are. It took every ounce of self-control not to barge in there and claim this innocent body as my own.” He hand curled around my pussy and I moaned softly. “So, fucking, wet,” he uttered. “Such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you? Grinding on my lap the desperate whore you are, needy for your big brother’s cock.”

“I… I…” I was breathless and gasping for air even though he barely touched me.

“Say it,” he ordered quietly as he found a sensitive part on my neck and sucked hard enough to leave a mark, a soft, pained noise leaving me. “Tell me what you want.”

I whimpered when he marked me again, his teeth gently biting on my neck. “You.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Anything that you want to give me.”

“Who am I?” He finger stroked my pussy over my drenched panties.

I moaned. “My big brother.”

“And who are you?”

“Your little slut.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Good girl,” he said and the praise made my entire body flush. He pushed me off of his lap and then laid me down on my back on the couch. “Still cold, Gracie?” I nodded. “Words, Gracie.”

“Yes,” I breathed out softly.

“And what do I do about that?”

A pained, desperate noise left me. “Keep touching me,” I pleaded.

He shoved his knee between my legs to seperate them. “Spread.” I did as told. His finger hooked the waist of my panties. “Hips.” I lifted my hips slightly so he could pull off my panties and toss them aside so he could see my bare, wet pussy. There was nothing more erotic than a man looking at your most private part, licking his lips while he did so. “Such a beautiful fucking pussy,” he said, his voice rough. “So wet and tight and perfect for me.” My thighs clenched. “Spread wider, Gracie.” I did so. “One leg over the back of the couch.” I did that, lifting a leg to drape over it so that he could crawl easily between my legs now. “Perfect.”

I let out breathless little noises of pleasure as he kissed his way up my inner thighs, my hips bucking a little when he left marks down there to match the ones blooming on my neck and collarbone. His hands curled beneath my thighs to keep them spread apart before he sunk his mouth into my pussy.

“Ahh,” I gasped out as I felt his warm mouth on my pussy. My back arched when I feel his tongue run slow, torturous circles around my clit, making me whimper his name loudly. “Noah. Please.”

He either ignored me or didn’t care because he took his sweet time with me, tongue flicking and sucking on my pussy at a pace that made me want to cry from how slowly the tension was building in me.

“So fucking sweet,” he growled against my clit. “Just like I imagined you would be.”

My legs quivered when his tongue stroked up and down my wet slit, relishing the juices from how wet I am. I cried out a little when he nipped at my clit, sucking it sharply, making my hips buck on his face. “God,” I moaned so deliriously from the pleasure rolling through me, squirming on the couch. His nails dug into my plump ass as he held in place, devouring away at my pussy.

He paused and chuckled, sending vibrations through my body before he dove back into my pussy, this time thrusting his tongue inside of me. I moaned, my hips arching. I reached over to grab a fistful of his hair and pull him even closer, needing him more.

“More,” I begged him, my thighs shaking around his head. “Please, Noah.” My legs clenched around his thighs when he forced them apart again.

He pulled away for a moment. “Keep those legs spread, Gracie,” he said, his voice like gravel with a dim threat. “Or I’m not letting you cum.” I immediately stretched them apart again and he went back to work on my pussy, sending my eyes rolling to the back of mind from the sensory overload of his mouth on my pussy.

His tongue thrusted in and out of me in a forceful, stimulating pace, making my hips go wild. His left hand moves from my ass cheek to my pussy, applying pressure to my clit, making me shudder with pleasure. “Fuck,” I panted, moaning when his thumb circled my clit roughly in a steady motion, his callouses scraping against my soft nub. My body trembled.

“Cum for me, baby,” he rasped against my pussy, pressing his thumb against my clit. “Cum for me like a good girl, baby.” I moaned, making an effort to keep my legs spread from the intense need to clench them. “Cum for your big brother like the dirty little slut you are.”

His filthy, degrading language paired with the torturous pressure of his tongue and fingers caused me to erupt. I came hard and fast all over his face, crying out in pleasure as I did so. Noah lapped up my orgasm like a parched man finding an oasis in the desert, only prolonging and intensifying it. My hips bucked and I moaned, chasing the high of my orgasm down to the very last spasm. By the time I had settled down from my euphoria, Noah was lifting his head from in between my legs, licking the last drops of cum off his lips, his eyes glittering with a carnal hunger that was yet to be satisfied, a sight so erotic that my thighs clenched.

My leg fell from the back of the couch as I panted for breath, still shaking from the orgasm. “Feeling better, Gracie?” Noah asked, smirking down at me.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said. My face was flushed and my body was on fire with arousal, even though the temperature was below 32 degrees and a storm raging outside.

“Good.” His finger stroked up my wet slit, coating his finger before reaching out thrusting it into my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he commanded. “Taste how delicious that fucking cunt is.” I licked his finger, a sweet yet salty taste filling my mouth. “Good girl.” My face flushed at the praise, my pussy throbbing.

“You good?” he asked me as I came down from my cum high, the aftershocks of the orgasm slowly fading. I nodded. “Words, Gracie.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Better than good.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said. “Can you stand up?” I nodded. “Get up, then.” I did as asked, my legs slightly shaky as I stood in front of him between his legs. “Good girl. Now take that pitiful excuse for a nightgown for me. I want to see that body, baby.”

I did as he asked once more, whipping my nightdress off so I stood naked in front of him. Despite it being the dead of winter with no heating, there wasn’t a single chill in my body. If anything, I was hot all over.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes trailing over my body, his hands exploring it. “You’re skin is so fucking smooth.” He squeezed my tits before sliding his hands down to spank my ass. I gasped a little, feeling a throb in my pussy. “Your tits and ass are such a perfect handful.” He grabbed my hips. “Your curves are so grabbable.” His hands slid down lower. “And this pussy,” he stroked a finger over the juices before sucking it off of his finger, “is driving me insane.” He pressed a kiss to my breasts. “I think you’ve had enough for today, though.” He spanked my ass again. “Get to bed. The power will come back soon enough.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said. Yes, I was still recovering from that one orgasm. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t slightly disappointed that I wasn’t getting another one. I knew that he just wanted to make sure he wasn’t giving me too much all at once, though.

I went upstairs, going to sleep, thinking that it was the best sleep I’d had in so long. Thanks to my big brother.