Chapter 1

I drove my way up the mountain winding road, past driveways with no clear address. ‘How does anyone find their houses or give directions up here?’ I asked myself. The Airbnb our friend group had rented had provided very vague directions using land markers as a guide to find the place. Making it even more difficult was the snow. The week before, it had been snowing on and off which was perfect for a good ski trip, but terrible for traveling.

Once a year since High School, a group of friends I had known most of my life got together for a ski trip. It was a time to reconnect and regress, as most of us had split to different parts of the country for college. This year I was in charge of food and booze, which I was happy about. Last year, John had been in charge and left us eating cereal and drinking gin for most of the trip. I made sure to actually be stocked with excellent ingredients and a variety of drinks. I could hear the bourbon, whiskey, beer and wine glasses clinking gently in the back seat as I drove.

‘Ah, finally,’ I exclaimed as the unmistakable last marker appeared before me. The directions had said ‘Turn right at the bright yellow mailbox shaped like a duck for the private drive.’ I made the turn and drove up the lengthy, tree lined driveway. The property came in to view and made me smile. Over the years, as we all began to work, the level of cabin we could afford has steadily improved. This year we rented a beautiful, massive cabin, with a wrap around patio that connected to each of its three floors, a backyard fitted with a hot tub under one of the balconies, and a built in fire pit. Miles ahead of our first rental where we crammed 8 people into a two bedroom shack.

I pulled in and parked my car close to the house. I was unsurprised that I was the first to arrive. I always liked to be early to make my claim on a room and to get a shower in to wash the long drive off before everyone starts arriving. I unloaded the considerable amount of boxes from my car and took a tour of the house. While the outside maintained a cabin in the woods charm, the inside was a great mix of cozy and modern.

Rooms were claimed on a first come first served basis. Within reason of course. It didn’t make sense for a single person to take a two person room of course. I found my room at the very top floor. It was a converted large attic space and the only room on that floor. A large window let you see straight down into the backyard while also providing a sweeping view of the surroundings. The area seemed sparsely populated, but now and then a chimney poking up from the top of a tree would hint at a neighbor. The room also housed a king-sized bed, and best of all, an adjoining bathroom separated from the main room with a sliding pocket door. This was another reason I liked to be first. Now I wouldn’t have to share a bathroom with anyone else.

I stowed my bags and stripped to get in the shower. Whoever did the attic space really didn’t skimp. The bathroom was generous, with a giant walk in glass shower. I stripped my clothes off and turned the shower on to let the water heat up. Call it a vain tradition, but I used the time to check myself out in the mirror. I am a little over 6 feet tall, and keep in decently fit shape. I am not ripped by any means, but I keep a lean and toned figure, and have had more than a few girls tell me they loved my arms. My skin is naturally an olive complexion (thanks to my part South American, part Spanish heritage) and my hair is a light brown. Looking further down, I admired my cock. Even in its flaccid state, it was still pretty healthy looking, size wise. I’ve never had any complaints.

Once the shower glass had fogged up, letting me know it was nice and hot, I hopped in and enjoyed a leisurely shower. Halfway through, there was a knock on the door, and it slides open a crack. I was a bit startled but realized that there was no lock on the pocket door.

“Mike?” a voice called.

“Hey John,” I yelled over the water.

“I just wanted to give you the heads up that my sister and I are here. Didn’t want you walking out with your cock out and scaring her,” John yelled back and shut the door.

Amongst the group of friends, John was probably my oldest friend. Our parents were neighbors, and we were the same age, so we became fast friends. We came up in school together, and have even vacationed with each others families. It was hard to leave a friend like that, but we got in to different universities so it couldn’t be helped. This was the first year he was bringing his younger sister, who must have been 18 or 19 by now. She had always wanted to come to our trips, but was never allowed.

On visits home for college for the past bit I have noticed that John’s sister, Tani, had “graduated” from being the annoying younger sibling, to a friend that could keep up and contribute to the good time. She had started to fit right in to the friend group, so everyone was happy she was coming along for this trip finally.

There was one small problem though. She was fucking hot. I am not sure what happened, but on one trip home, I suddenly was able to see her in a different light. She stood about 5’6’’, had long, wavy red hair, and a very tight body. If I had to guess, her tits stood out at about a C cup and her ass stood out firm from her tight frame. I never said a word to John about it, but I assume he suspects something because I struggled to hide my leering eyes when she was around. Our other friends had way less tact and had no problem telling him how hot she was. As far as I knew, no one had actually tried anything with her though. John took it all in stride and didn’t even bother denying how attractive she had become. For her part, I am not sure if she was oblivious to our attention or if she just ignored it, but she just hung in as one of the group.

John’s mention of Tani being there and my cock in the same sentence did give me a little thrill. I couldn’t lie. I finished up my shower and got dressed. As I did so, I could see out the window that heavy snow had started to fall. We knew that snow was forecast, but this seemed early, and way more intense than predicted.

After getting dressed, I headed downstairs to see John and Tani staring out the window. Without averting his gaze from the weather, John lifted up one of the beers I had brought and that he was now enjoying. “Thanks for the beer. No gin?”

I smirked. “No gin. You’ll have to make due with something better this time. But don’t worry, we do have cereal,” I said smirking. “Hey Tani,” I offered.

Tani turned from the window and beamed at me. “Hey Mike! Do you see this?” she said, gesturing outside.

“Yea, this wasn’t supposed to be this bad or at least not until tonight. I hope the others are OK.”

We were expecting about 8 other friends to be joining us in the huge cabin, but if this storm didn’t let up soon, it was doubtful they would make it. Most of us were coming from several hours away so many would already be en-route.

The snow kept up, and about an hour later we all made a round of calls to confirm that there was no way they could make it up the mountain with the weather being the way it was. Most of the group had decided to rent a few rooms at a motel and wait out the storm. They sounded a bit pissed, but would make the best of it. From the sound of it, we were actually the one’s left out of what I assumed was going to become a motel rager. Here I was stuck in a giant cabin with an old friend and his little sister.

“Well, we better make the best of it,” John exclaimed as he cracked open a beer. He made quick throws to Tani and I as well.

I was caught off guard and almost fumbled mine. Tani and I clinked our cans together and drank them down. Several beers later and we were all very tanked. It had been at least an hour or so, and a heavy amount of snow had fallen but seemed to have slowed down. Moreover, the howling winds had stopped. Outside was a fresh blanket of beautiful snow that caught some of the colors of the sunset.

The three of us once against stood by the window and stared out at the beautiful scene. “Wow,” I offered, noticing that even that short word was slurred.

“Wow is right,” Tani offered.

“Hot tub,” John added.

Tani and I looked over at him. “Huh?” we said in almost unison.

“We need to get in the hot tub,” he elaborated.

“Are you serious? It’s been snowing. Now isn’t the time for a relaxing dip outside. Right?”

Tani gave a messy smile. “Well, the hot tub hasn’t been buried and is covered under the awning. And,” she gave herself a mock sniff, “I haven’t showered so it’d be nice to get a little clean.”

“Plus it’s hot! It’s right there in the name! Hot-Tub,” John exclaimed. I was realizing that he was far more drunk than Tani and me.

“You guys are nuts, but fuck it. Let’s do it,” I said.

We all retreated to our rooms to get changed. Tani had taken a room on the second floor, and John had taken the main floor’s largest room. With no one else coming, we each got a floor to ourselves. We returned in our bathing suites. John and I were wearing standard board shorts and Tani in a green bikini that showed off her curves. Yup, it was confirmed. She was still a knockout. Her bikini left a generous amount of breast exposed, and my eyes got lost in the place where her tits met.

“Eyes on the prize perverts,” Tani said, catching us staring. I guess even John couldn’t help stealing a peek. Tani directed our gaze from her body to the hot tub.

Luckily the controls were on the inside, so we were able to start it getting heated without freezing to death. The steam from the tub rose into the air and looked very inviting compared to the pristine snowy surroundings.

“It looks great. Maybe this was actually a great idea. Good job guys,” I offered.

I braced myself for the brief burst of cold, while John had grabbed as many bottles of who-knows-what to bring outside, as well as some general snacks. As soon as the sliding glass door opened we three fools ran out into the cold and hopped into the tub.

“Whoa!” We all let out yelps as the shock from the cold outside made the water in the hot tub sting with searing pain. None of us wanted to back out, and kept ourselves in the water to acclimate.

John tossed us some beers. “Hurry, drink this fast. The booze will make you forget about the pain.”

Tani and I shrugged and downed the beer quickly. Call it the placebo effect, but the warmth of the alcohol on the inside did seem to make the water feel less painful. We settled into our sections of the generously sized tub and relaxed. After taking in the view outside, I put my head back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the jets pushing my body around.

“See Mike. I may be a moron sometimes, but now and then I have a great idea. Hey Tani, look at this guy living it up.”

“Mmm,” is all she could respond. I opened my eyes to see that she too had her eyes closed and was enjoying the soak. I took the chance to look her over. Her body was submerged and distorted by the moving water sadly. But her face was lit up from the lights of the tub, and she seemed almost angelic. Her red hair was tied up in a messy bun and gave a stark contrast to her pale skin. Although the girls I dated tended to be on the slim side, Tani was more athletic than slight and fair. Her body had been toned by competitive sports, and the strength somehow also translated to her face. Beautiful and fit.

I heard, then felt, a splash of hot water hit me and realized it had come from John. He was smirking at me, having caught me admiring his sister. I could tell by his glassy eyes that he was well on his way to being wasted. He winked at me before saying, “This is getting a little boring. Let’s spice it up.”