Chapter 1: Morning Storm

Sarah’s eyes popped wide open when she heard the loud scraping noise. It sounded like wood on wood, and awfully close. The eerie sound cut through the quiet bedroom like nails on a chalkboard. She glanced around, noting the time on her alarm clock. 9:30am. Why was it so dark? She started. Something whined loudly before the sound was terminated with a sharp crack. Then she heard a low moaning noise, rising in pitch. More wood on wood. As her window rattled, she finally realized what was going on.

Outside, a mean winter storm was tearing through the neighborhood, obscuring everything with snow. The evergreens along the house were being whipped into the walls, branches scratching and breaking against them. Beyond her window dark flurries were zooming by, thrown around by the gale force winds. Visibility couldn’t have been much more than six to ten feet.

Hoping to catch a little more shuteye in spite of the blizzard the blonde tenth-grader rolled over, only to bump into a nude female body. Mari stirred slightly, but never woke up.

“She must be sleeping the sleep of the dead,” mused Sarah while looking at her classmate in wonder.

The half-Asian teenager had thrown the comforter, leaving a strong leg and most of her torso exposed. Her long, thick hair was strewn across the pillow like a black halo. Her full breasts were rising and falling slowly in time with her steady breathing. There was the slightest hint of a snore from her half-open mouth. Sarah snuggled up next to her and snaked an arm around her waist. She was asleep again before a minute had passed.

It had been easy enough for Mari to talk her mom into letting her stay the night. It wasn’t an uncommon thing for the girls anyway, and when she threw in their impending project for Mr. Humphries, it was a done deal. Her mother may not have been nearly as willing had she known that while she had her daughter on the line, said daughter was completely naked and bent over the phone table in the hall while Sarah’s brother David was burying his meaty cock in her slippery sex. His roommate Rob was likewise servicing Sarah against the wall, all of them trying desperately to remain silent so as to not give anything away.

That day had passed much like it had begun, the four of them fucking and sucking all over the house. After the couch, the pool table downstairs and the kitchen counters had been christened, they had continued to the upstairs shower, the den, Sarah’s bed, David’s bed and finally ended in a climactic finish on their parents’ bed. They woke up around ten that night to find that they had all passed out sprawled across each other. Having stayed up only long enough for showers and delivery pizza before they crashed, Sarah and Mari fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillows.

When Sarah reawakened, the alarm clock on her nightstand read 11:43. The wind was still howling outside her window, sounding bitter and cold. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. Next to her, Mari was breathing softly, still dead to the world.

“What’s it take to wake her,” wondered the blonde. “An earthquake?”

She started at loud thumping noises in the ceiling. Was someone in the attic? It was turning out to be a very mysterious morning. The young girl slipped quietly out of her bed and draped her pink fuzzy bathrobe over her curvy body. The door to the hall opened with a soft creak and she peeked out. Sure enough, the trapdoor to the attic was open and the wooden ladder had been extended. As she watched, Rob appeared at the top with a large cardboard box and walked carefully down the rickety ladder with it. After a couple of heart-stopping wobbles he made it down to safety. He didn’t notice her until he put the box down.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead”, he greeted with a smile.

“Morning. It’s not noon yet.”

“Close enough. Glad to see you’re finally out of hibernation; we were starting to worry.”

“What do you have there?” Sarah stepped out of her room to look more closely at the box.