The Skier
Copyright© 2026 by HAL
Chapter 6
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Some of the slopes are real, but the story is all made up (I'm sorry to say).
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual
Saturday
Naturally he was up before they left. The coach was due to leave at 7am, he was standing nearby at 6:30 as all the luggage was loaded. One of the girls he’d met the day before saw him, she went back in and found Angelique.
“‘Allo, I did not expect you to get up specially.”
“I couldn’t mmmmmmm!” She kissed him hard and long, from the coach a round of cheers erupted. The teacher ‘suggested’ it was time to go. She had serious thoughts that maybe too much had happened, based on the level of sexuality in the kiss.
The coach left, Peter found the bakery was just opening, so he bought a load of bread and went back to the apartment. His mum was just coming out of the shower. Not realising that anybody was up at such a ridiculous time, she had also found that there were no large towels in the bathroom. Her towel was in her bedroom, she had forgotten it. The two ‘children’ also kept theirs in their own room. So she came out surprisingly relaxed, drying her hair with a hand towel.
“Mum!” Peter said, whilst not looking away from his mother’s large, verdant bush and slightly dipping, but very impressive tits.
“Ahhh!” she replied, tried to cover herself with the pocket handkerchief that was the hand towel, failed, grabbed the bag of bread and held it at her groin. She retreated to the room. Pete smiled to himself, imagining the proximity of the warm fresh croissants with her warm, less fresh, but clean, vagina. He moved on to imagining eating a croissant from between Angelique’s legs. He went for a shower, intending to relax his erection the obvious way; then he regretted it as the warm water turned suddenly cold. His mother had used all the readily available hot, it didn’t take long to warm up again, but it did take a little time.
So he crawled back into his bed and lay there.
“She gone then?” Helen asked, she’d noticed the slight tent in his bed.
“Yes.”
“What was the noise I heard just now.”
“The first or the second time?”
“Well ... both?”
“I came in just as mum came out of the bathroom in a towel.”
“You can’t be such a prude still.”
“You mustn’t mention this – even to her – it was a hand towel.”
She gasped at the implication, then started choking as she laughed and tried to ask what the second noise was.
“Ah, well I went for a shower and the water turned cold.”
“Oh, hahhaha. Sorry. Still, I’m impressed you still have the hardon [like I didn’t notice]”
“Helen, you shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Relax, I’ll give you some peace. I’ll make some tea.” She got up, he noticed she still wore a night dress that barely covered her bottom. He might be missing Angelique already, but that didn’t stop him noticing her bottom, or feeling guilty about it. She left, the clear implication was to take the space and -
“Pete, do you have a minute?” His mother came in, she’d been waiting for the first opportunity to speak to him. Damn! All he could think about was croissants in her crotch! “I’m sorry about earlier, I, urr, I hope you are alright?”
“Mum, the less said about it, the better. The quicker I’ll forget.” No, he’d never forget that mass of curls between his mother’s legs. He had come out of that somewhere – urrrghh!
“Okay, well, sorry.”
Now he had some time to himself. “Peter! How come still in bed! Last day! We need to make the most of it!”
His father hadn’t knocked, but apparently hadn’t noticed. Shit! He HAD to get rid of this. Michael Walker went out again and mumbled to himself “Randy little sod, he’s jacking off in the same bedroom as his sister sleeps. Oh God! I hope he wasn’t thinking about her!” It was much worse than that, he couldn’t get his mother’s mass of curly pubic hair out of his mind, when he really wanted to day dream about being inside Angelique again. He came onto his hand, but he couldn’t decide if his fantasy was inside Angelique or his mother! Life was so unfair! Then he rushed through to the bathroom to wash.
Helen had just had a lovely shower after making tea. “Aaaahhh!” The water was still icy cold. Still, she had given him some space.
The plan was to ski together. Michael was still recovering, he would be patient (‘yeah, right’ thought Peter, ‘for at least five minutes’); Mum and sister would try really hard on difficult blues (‘yeah, this is going to be a nightmare’). Peter looked at the piste map and made his own plan.
He was offered a croissant, and wondered if that was the one rubbing against his mother’s exposed genitals. No, he’d never get it out of his head.
They dressed. In their bedroom, Helen and Peter dressed together, with their backs to each other. Helen was well aware that Peter was facing a mirror which showed her quickly pulling off her pants from night time and pulled clean ones on. He got an eyeful of her bottom, a small compensation for saying goodbye to his girlfriend (was she his girlfriend? He rather felt she was).
Helen smiled to herself, her little brother was all growed up. He had been a young innocent before this holiday. Young innocent in the sense that he wanted to look at boobs and bums and stuff, but she knew, she just knew, that now he knew why he wanted to see tits and bums. She sensed that he hadn’t been skiing all yesterday afternoon, and she knew why.
They went out together, and Helen had a mean idea. “I know, why don’t you and Mum have some time on the slopes together, Dad. And Pete can show me some of the places he’s been exploring [not ALL the places he’s been exploring, that would be illegal].” With that, not waiting for an answer, she scooted off, and Peter had to follow with a smile.
“Helen, you are a bitch sometimes.” He laughed “Mum and Dad will both hate that.” They would meet for lunch. Maybe they’d change partners then. She laughed with him.
“Now, little brother. Look me in the eye and tell me that you skied all yesterday afternoon ... That’s what I thought.
Were you good to her? I hope so, it is very important for a girl’s first time to...” she carried on for a while.
He interrupted her finally. “It wasn’t her first time. She was good to me.” His cheeks were red with embarrassment.
“Oh? Oh, but it was yours?” he nodded. “Ohhhh, but I thought ... no nevermind, clearly not.” He wanted to know who she thought he’d done it with first, but the moment to ask passed. “Oh, right. And ... it was good.”
He just smiled. She smiled back, remembering her first time. She’d been lucky, kind of. Mr Rodgers wasn’t actually one of her teachers, but he was a teacher at the school, so that made it illegal for him, not for her. He was also married, but he was also very careful, very caring, very kind. Naturally he liked the fact that she was young, attractive, and a virgin. She realised that afterwards. She had thought he really liked her; in fact he was probably a predator, but she didn’t complain because she had actually been very happy with what he did.
They got to the top, to the left was a blue, to the right was a red. “Okay, Speedy Gonzales. Be patient. I’m not going back without having done one red. I wonder how Dad is doing on green runs.”
“You are mean, but it will do him good.”
The run down the red run was terrifying for both of them. Helen was nervous and hesitant. Peter was nervous that Helen would lose control. At the bottom she said “That was fun, can we do it again?”
They ended up doing it three times; by the end she was nearly confident.
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