Chapter 4

The three men were so busy gathering and chopping wood that the blizzard took them by surprise. At first the flakes softly fell. Then, all of a sudden, neither boy could see anything but each other through the swirling snow.

"Jeez, where's your dad?" Marty asked his cousin, as the storm got worse.

"Probably not that far away," Ron answered. "Went to drag back some more wood. But in this shit, a hundred yards could be the same as a hundred miles if we don't hurry up and get out of it."

"Well, he ought to be able to hear us if we call," Marty said.

"Makes sense," Ron agreed. "Dad! Hey, Pop, can you hear me?"

"Uncle Ben! Uncle Ben!" Marty added. "Shout back if you can hear! Are you all right?"

Ben yelled, "Yeah, boys, you're coming through loud and clear."

The boys sighed with relief, as the snow caked on their clothes.

"Then hurry and catch up with us, pop, so we can get back to the lodge!" Ron urged.

But Ben had bad news: "Dunno if I can. I can hear you fine, but I can't see a damned thing in this mess. Don't know whether I'm coming or going."

"Well, God, Pop, we've gotta do something!" Ron cried. "Can't leave you out there to freeze to death."

"Wait, I do see something," Ben reported after a moment. "Not you boys, but it'll have to do. I'm right by the road, and that's my best bet. It'll lead me someplace safe."

"Then what about us?"

"Look away from the trees and find the clearing. Feel your way if you have to," Ben suggested. "That'll lead you back to the lodge. I'm too far away, too deep in the woods for it to work for me, but you can do it. Just go for it, boys, and don't worry about me. I'll catch up with you later. Now I've gotta get to the road."

After that, there was no more from Ben's direction. The boys had no choice but to follow his advice. After bumping into some trees they finally got turned in what seemed the right direction and plodded hopefully forward. When they saw the faint glimmer of electric lights they whooped with joy.

"Now I'm staring to really get worried," Patty admitted. "The way we were fucking, the blizzard was the only thing that kept Ben and the boys from coming back when they should have and catching us. But now that it's served its purpose, I wish they'd hurry and show up."

Then there was shouting from outside. Patty, Linda and Sally all raced to the door, opening it. The storm blew in their faces. A pair of figures struggled in the distance to reach the lodge; the boys. After several minutes, Rob and Marty finally managed to reach their goal and staggered inside, exhausted.

"Where's your father?" Patty asked her chilled son.

His teeth chattering, Ron managed to explain the situation.

"I think Uncle Ben'll be okay," Marty added, "as long as he sticks to the road. When he gets to a phone he'll probably call."

"If the lines aren't already down," Linda cut in.

To everyone's surprise and relief, the phone abruptly rang. It was indeed Ben. Yes, he was fine, he told his wife after checking on the boys' safety. A jeep had picked him up right away and had taken him into town. But, he explained even a four-wheel drive couldn't get through the snow anymore. Even after the blizzard stopped, it might take a couple of days before anyone could reach the cabin.

"As long as Rob and Marty found their way back, nobody needs to panic," Ben advised. "They're young and strong enough to keep things on an even keel. Here, let me talk to..."

But, all at once, there was silence on the other end of the wire. Linda's earlier concern had now materialized. The phone was abruptly dead, the line out.

Everybody looked glumly at one another, resigned to the fact that they were snowed in and had no choice but to survive the ordeal as best they could. Next, they were plunged into darkness, the lights going the same way as the phone.

The main problem would be keeping warm. There was enough wood already cut and stacked indoors for a fire that would last them through the night. They would take turns staying up to make sure the fire kept going. While somebody continually tended the fireplace, the other four would double up, two to a sleeping bag, for added heat.

Marty volunteered for the first shift. The others had randomly paired off in the darkness. Linda wound up sharing a bag with her nephew Ron. That was fine with her. As long as they stayed warm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep before it was her turn to sit by the fire.

She dropped off quickly. But it was not a restful experience. Quickly, Linda began to dream. If she'd been able to step outside herself to read her own unconscious mind, she would have expressed wonder that her attention remained stuck on sex, even in her sleep, despite all the fucking and sucking before the blizzard.

This time, though, her dreams were not of lesbian-style fun. Linda dreamed of a hard, young cock nudging between the cheeks of her ass, a real prick, not some latex dildo. Linda tried to squirm away. But there wasn't enough room for her to maneuver.

Then, in the dream, a faceless male voice whispered, "Take it easy and let me do it to you. Nobody has to know but us. I've been hot for you for a long time."

Believing she was dealing with nothing more than her own imagination, Linda told the phantom intruder, "Okay, okay, go ahead and get it over with. All I want is to sleep in peace."

"You won't regret it," she was promised.

Linda felt cold hands on what seemed to be her bare ass, awkwardly pulling the asscheeks apart. Something hard and warm slipped into Linda's cunt from behind, and she couldn't help responding favorably to this pleasant feeling.

"You're fucking me, aren't you?" she asked.

"The way I've always wanted to. Don't worry, it won't take long. I'm so horny for you I'll come right away."

"Mmmmm, why hurry?" Linda sighed, her attitude entirely changed. "This dream is starting to agree with me after all. Take your time and fuck me right. So at least I can come a few times myself before it's over."

"Hey, that's a good one. Yeah, a dream. We'll both just pretend that's all it is. Then when we wake up in the morning, there won't be any strings attached. Then tomorrow night you can have the same dream, huh? For as long as we're snowed in, right, Aunt Linda?"

Linda broke out in a cold sweat. The voice had become all too familiar.

"My cock in your tight cunt sure feels damned real, though," the voice went on. "Don't know about you, Aunt Linda, but I never had a wet dream that felt like this."

Linda had to know, breathlessly muttering, "Ron, is that you?... are you... f-fucking me?"

A cock-thrust to the depths of her squishing pussy was the reply. It felt too good not to be genuine. But just to make sure she was actually awake, Linda poked her head out of the sleeping bag and focused on the first thing she saw. This turned out to be the reality of the glowing fireplace across the room, with her son sitting by it. This was no dream.

Noticing her movement, Marty called, "You doing all right, Mom? Thought I heard you talking in your sleep."

Before Linda could answer there was another surge of teenage prick in her pussy from behind.

"Ooooooh, yes," she murmured to her son while her nephew fucked her, "I'm fine. Just, ahhhhh, fine."

"Well, get some rest, Mom," Marty advised. Linda moaned, then disappeared all the way back into the sleeping bag with Ron. He had enough sense to be quiet now so his cousin wouldn't get wise that he was fucking Linda. So, in silence, Ron's cock rhythmically stroked within Linda's warm, damp pussy.

Her sense rapidly reaching a boil, Linda came. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out with pleasure. And she anticipated that the difficulty she felt in stifling her delight was bound to become even more of a struggle. The way her nephew's cock pumped inside her pussy told Linda that Ron would be shooting his wad more sooner than later.

His jizz flowed even before Linda had expected. While she still tingled from her own orgasm, Ron rapidly caught up with her. His cock exploded with their fuck only a few minutes old Linda's pussy was swamped with scalding jizz.

Linda wished she could stretch this feeling out more and kick up her heels in the process, but she would take what she could get. Under the circumstances, a quickie fuck with her nephew was all she could reasonably ask for.

"Thanks, Ronnie," she whispered to him when it was over.

"Yeah," he sighed, his dripping cock shrinking out of her sticky cunt. "It was great while it lasted, Aunt Linda."

Linda warmed herself in the afterglow of fucking to lull herself to sleep. Ron's soft snoring was the last thing she heard before dropping off, leading her to believe there would be no more sex tonight.

A few hours later, though, sometime between midnight and dawn, Linda was awakened, and the temptation was there all over again. It was Ron once more, this time outside the sleeping bag as he nudged her out of her slumber.

"I just finished my shift watching the fire," he told her in a voice low enough not to disturb anyone else. "Now it's your turn, Aunt Linda."