Chapter 5

Once again, I had trouble sleeping, and it was all Natalie’s fault. I couldn’t stop obsessing about her last comment. My heart raced when I thought about her “plowed” comments. My gut clenched at the “too bad you’re my brother.”

It was flattering and aggravating at the same time.

All the roleplaying with Cheryl came back to me. Calling her “Natalie ... Natalie ... Natalie...” as I fucked her hard and furious.

In the end, I jacked off, thinking of my sister, simply so I could get to sleep.

The snow plow arrived in midafternoon. We headed out almost on its heels. Our first stops were the grocery store and liquor store to replenish. Then Natalie had a brilliant idea and we found some place that could sell us chains for the car. It wasn’t four-wheel drive, but it meant we’d have a chance of getting out if we got more snow, which was indeed in the forecast.

Along the way, Natalie called Dad again. Chicago had gotten hit harder by the storm than expected and the airline was now saying it’d take a couple more days before he and Brenda could join us. Natalie smirked when she hung up the phone and told me.

I grinned. “Yeah, that’s too bad.”

She laughed. “Yeah, so what do you want to do?”

“It’s too late to go skiing today, but we could at least go rent the skis.”

“And put them where? Dad was renting the car with the ski rack.”

“Yeah.” I grimaced. We could probably find a ski rack to rent ourselves, but this was turning into a royal pain.

“Let’s go to the hot springs.”

“That, we can do.”

We arrived at the hot springs at dusk. The parking lot was only half full, which I wasn’t sure was a good sign or a bad sign. The air was crisp and cold and I began to wonder about the wisdom of this particular trip. It was going to be freezing when we weren’t in the water.

“Just so you know,” the guy taking our money said, “it’s clothing optional after dark.”

“Like ... now?” I asked.

“Yep.” He looked at Natalie. “I hope that’s okay.”

She smiled and turned to me. “You okay with it?”

I nodded.

“There’s a cabin for changing if you want.” The clerk handed us a paper map. “Or you can just strip down by the pools.”

The hot springs had a half dozen pools at various temperatures alongside a river of cold water. That was partially iced over, which meant I had zero interest in climbing into it. Natalie asked a couple of questions about which pools would be crowded. A few minutes later, we headed into the pool area.

“Let’s find one that’s not too hot and not too crowded,” she said.

I trailed behind her, since this was her show. We passed two crowded pools until we found one that just had two couples in it, both sitting along the same side.

“Mind if we join you?” Natalie asked.

“Go for it,” said the man in the older couple. He and the woman next to him looked to be in their fifties with white hair but no real wrinkles.

We set our duffel bags and towels down and Natalie started to strip. I did too, but a lot more slowly, since I wanted to watch her. Unfortunately, in the low light it was hard to see much.

Natalie set her coat aside and then sat and took off her boots and socks. While I did the same, she pulled off her shirt, revealing her bikini top. Then she stood and shimmied out of her jeans. Now in just her bikini, I mostly expected her to climb into the water, but she didn’t. Instead, she unhooked her top and took it off.

I sucked in my breath. Her breasts were amazing. Her nipples were bigger and fatter than I’d expected, and her areolae puffed out, at least as best I could tell with the limited light from the walkway lamps. But I couldn’t stare long, because she was already taking her bottoms off. I didn’t see much at all before she slid, nude, into the water.

“Ahhh!” she said.

The cold air killed any chance I’d have a hard-on. With a deep breath, I stripped nude too. Natalie was already talking to the older couple and only glanced my way as I entered the water beside her.

The water was indeed amazing, once I got past the shock of getting in. I was acutely aware of my sister next to me as I settled down onto an underwater stone seat.

The older couple introduced themselves, but their names slipped right in one ear and out the other. The other couple, who looked to be about thirty, just waved and returned to their own quiet conversation.

“This is amazing,” Natalie said. She gestured around us. “The sky. The water. The mountains.”

“The scenery is amazing,” the old guy said with a smirk. His partner rolled her eyes and did something under that water that made him jerk a little. I’d guessed she’d poked him or something.

But Natalie didn’t notice. She was too busy looking around. I was mostly sneaking peeks sideways at her.

Not that I could see much. Between the dark and being neck-deep in the water, my sister might as well have been in her suit, for all the difference it made. After a couple of minutes, I gave up and just enjoyed the warm water and cold night.

We chatted a little with the older couple. They were from Denver but owned a condo in Steamboat that they visited when they could. They asked Natalie where we were from and she told them Philadelphia, which launched into a discussion about cheesesteaks before I could jump in. They didn’t ask me where I was from.

After a bit, the younger couple got up and left, after saying a few things about trying a warmer pool. I thought ours was hot enough, but wasn’t upset to see them go. They were in suits, including a swim shirt for him, and he kept glancing at Natalie as they dressed. The woman moved quickly and stiffly, as if annoyed.

Once they were out of earshot, the older guy grunted. “Finally!” A moment later, he flopped something onto the side of the pool with a wet slap. His swimsuit, I realized.

‘This is so much nicer,” the older woman said as she set her own suit on the side. She actually rose out of the water enough to show off her large breasts, which didn’t really sag much.

“It is,” Natalie agreed.

“I don’t know why they stayed.” The older man gestured in the direction the younger couple had walked off. “It’s posted on the website and they tell you when you come in.”

“Well, they’re gone now.” Which was a stupid thing to say, but I was distracted by Natalie easing up in the water, showing more of her breasts.

“Are there nude hot springs near Philadelphia?” the older lady asked.