Snowed in Family Fun

The sound of bindings clicking into place brought me back instantly to my early twenties. Competing in cross country had been my passion -- and I'd nearly gotten on the U.S. Olympic Team.

Now, 42, and a mom of three, I was putting on my skis for a very different reason -- to get help for our family, trapped in a cabin by six feet of snow up on Washington state's Mt. Rainer.

Are you sure this will work?" my 23-year-old son Jeff had asked.

"Well," I said. "Since we don't have cell or internet, there's no way to know if more snow is on the way or what. The main problem is that it'll take me a while to get to Bill's and probably tomorrow before I can come back. You three will be alone. Think you can handle it?"

My two 18-year-old twin daughters, Casey and Chloe, looked at me with confidence. They'd been in the outdoors since they were young. Of course they could handle one night alone. At the time, I had no idea what kind of a night it was going to be!

I secured my backpack, grabbed the poles and pushed off. I'd skied the upper meadow to Bill Watson's house many times. The sun was out, and the view from high above the valley was something out of a Christmas card.

Though I'd left competitive skiing behind years ago, I'd stayed in shape, and it showed. I was pleased with the muscle tone of my legs and arms as I sped along.

It took about three hours to get to Bill's place. Bill has known our family for many years, and our kids kind of grew up together.

"Hey Sami, I wondered when I'd see you," Bill said, stepping out onto his porch as I skied up.

"Hey Bill!" I said, clicking off my bindings and taking off one strap of my backpack.

"Let me get that, Mrs. Stevens."

It was Patrick, Bill's son. Patrick was 23, the same age as my Jeff.

"Patrick, I haven't been Mrs. Stevens in many years! Please call me Sami."

Patrick reached for the backpack. I noticed how much he'd grown. He was at least six feet, brown hair and eyes, a muscular figure but with a kind face.

As I looked at him, I froze a bit. He looked so much like my brother Simon. My mind went back to a time when we were both 23, fraternal twins who couldn't be separated. We'd shared a lot more that year than a normal brother and sister would.

"Sami?" Patrick said, tugging on the backpack strap.

"Oh!" I said, letting go. "Sorry about that!"

"Are you okay?" Patrick asked, grabbing my poles.

"Of course!" I said, a little embarrassed. "You just remind me of someone. You're so grown up -- so much a man!"

Patrick blushed a little but said nothing.

"Come on in and warm up, Sami," Bill said as I stepped up on the porch. "I've got the fire blazing as usual!"

"Thanks, Bill," I said, taking his hand. "Our power is out too and the road, well, you know."

Bill laughed. "Lots of folks lost power I'd guess. Don't you have a generator?"

I stomped my feet on the porch. "Yeah, but we forgot the fuel. Hoping you can spare some."

"No problem," Bill said. "We've got plenty of fuel!"

"I can fill a can for you, um, Sami," Patrick said, laying my poles and backpack near the door.

"That'd be great!" I said.

"Well, it'll be dark before you can get back. You should stay the night," Bill said, opening the door and ushering me inside.

"I don't want to be a bother," I said.

"Never!" Bill said. "Glad to have you!"

Bill's place was warm, very warm.

"I put the can next to your skis, Sami," Patrick said, coming in.

I couldn't keep my mind, or my eyes, off Patrick. I usually dated men my age, but there hadn't been much action in that arena for a while. It was more the memories of Simon, I think. It got me to thinking about the wonderful experiences we'd had, exploring things that a brother and sister don't usually explore.

At dinner, I could have sworn that Patrick was checking me out. More than once, I could see him eyeing my chest and even saw him check out my ass. I was flattered and a little turned on by it. Our conversation was lively, and Patrick joined right in. I liked him, a lot.

We sat around the fire for a while until Patrick got up. "Headed to bed," he said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Patrick," I said, watching his ass as he strode down the hall.

"He's a good kid, Bill," I said, looking back to my host.

"I agree!" Bill said. "You know, I'm going to hit the hay too."

I found myself yawning. "I guess I did get quite a workout today."

We stood and I grabbed my backpack. I opened it up and that's when it hit me. I hadn't brought anything to wear!

"Hey Bill!" I called out into the hall.

"What'ya need?" Bill asked.

"I'm embarrassed to say I didn't bring anything to wear to bed!"

"No worries!" Bill said. "Ask Patrick for a shirt -- he wears a large so that should work."

"Thanks!" I said.

I ventured into the dark hall. I figured Patrick's room was at the end. I noticed candlelight coming from the room. I knocked softly and pushed the door open.

"Patrick?" I said softly.

It was dim inside but as my eyes adjusted, I saw Patrick step from a walk-in closet. He was just removing a t-shirt and had only his underwear on.

I was mesmerized. I looked him up and down. He had large chest muscles and a spectacular six-pack. His dick was held straight up by tight underwear. His legs were very thick with muscles.

"Need something?" he said, making no move to cover up.

"Um, sorry," I said, looking up into his eyes. "Your, um, dad said you'd have a shirt I could borrow."

"Sure," Patrick said easily. He reached into the closet and handed me a button-down shirt.

"Thanks!" I said, sheepishly, and retreated from the room.

"Let me know if there's anything else you need," Patrick said as he closed the door.

In my room I held the shirt to my nose. It smelled like Patrick. I took off my clothes except for panties. I stood in front of the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. Legs long and lanky, a flat stomach, and my large breasts, still firm and full, even after having three kids. My nipples stood out nearly straight from my chest. Maybe there was a reason Patrick was checking me out.

I put on Patrick's shirt. It was pretty hot, so I knew I couldn't stand to have more on.

I tried to sleep but was unable to stop thinking about Patrick. I got thirsty sometime after midnight so I snuck into the kitchen and got a glass of water. I was sitting at the table when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. It was Patrick, still wearing only underwear.

He smiled as he approached, showing not a hint of embarrassment.

"Couldn't sleep either?" he said, grabbing a water and standing next to me.

The bulge in his underwear was now only about two feet away from me. I was aware that I'd not buttoned Patrick's shirt up very far and my cleavage was on full display. I felt my nipples begin to harden and I knew they'd start poking out of the shirt soon. Somehow, I didn't care.

"Nope, it's too hot, I think," I said, trying to pry my eyes from his crotch.

Was that bulge growing? I think so! I looked up and saw Patrick staring at my chest. As his eyes met mine, he smiled again, and sat down next to me.

"I hope this isn't being too forward," Patrick said. "But is there something, a connection between us? I know I'm feeling it."

"I'm nearly twenty years older than you, Patrick," I said.

"How old you are doesn't matter to me," Patrick said, glancing down at my hardening nipples. "I think you are so beautiful. I can't stop thinking about you."

"Me either," I said.

We sat silent for a few moments, trying to drink this in. Was I attracted to Patrick only because he reminded me of Simon? No, there was more, much more.

"What should we do about it?" Patrick asked, still staring at my chest.

I wondered if he could see one of my nipples. The idea sent chills into my pussy.

I decided to take the initiative. I leaned toward him and tilted my face slightly. He smiled and did the same. Our lips met in a short but tender kiss. Patrick's lips were very soft for a guy.

"Mmm," I said.

We moved in for another kiss. This time I sent my tongue out to touch Patrick's lips. He opened and let me explore his mouth. His tongue started moving around mine. I was now getting very aroused.

"You have such big, gorgeous breasts," Patrick said as we broke off. "May I touch them?"

"I'd love that!" I said, grabbing Patrick's hand and guiding it to my chest.

He gently traced his finger across one of my nipples, sending exciting chills throughout my body. When he squeezed it between his fingers I practically jumped.

"No one's touched me like that in a while," I said. "It feels so good!"

Patrick continued to knead my breast, reaching his other hand to touch my other nipple.

"Your nipples should be touched often if it turns you on," Patrick said, gazing into my eyes.

I looked down and noticed the bulge in Patrick's underwear had grown quite a bit. There was now a long pole standing upright, held in only by the waistband.

"Do you want to touch me?" Patrick said, looking down at his crotch.

I nodded. "Uh huh, I sure do," I said.

I reached over and lightly traced the outline of his dick. Patrick shivered and his cock head pushed up and out of the waistband. I touched it, soft and squishy.

"Oh yeah," Patrick said, shifting in his chair.

"Maybe I can make you feel more comfortable?" I said, reaching with both of my hands to the waistband of his underwear.

"Oh please!" Patrick said.

I tugged at his underwear and as I pulled down, his engorged cock sprang forward, twitching slightly.

"Oh my!" I said.

"You like?" Patrick asked.

"I sure do!" I replied, grasping his erect rod and stroking it.

"You're making me so hard!" Patrick said.

He came back in for a kiss while I continued to squeeze and stroke his dick. I felt his hands move to the buttons of my shirt, undoing them expertly.

Once the buttons were undone, Patrick reached in his hands to touch my bare breasts. I took in a quick breath as I could feel wetness in my pussy.

"You like?" I asked, smiling when we broke off.

In response, Patrick leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, licking in a circle around it and sucking it up into his mouth. I hadn't felt such pleasure in way too long.

"Shit!" I said, my hand increasing its grip on Patrick's penis.

Patrick moved his hand from my breast and traced along my slit. I jumped slightly.

"You're wet," he said.

"Very," I said.

He used his index finger to go under the fabric of my panties and touch me. I felt a surge of pleasure as his finger found my slit and moved into the warm folds of wetness.

"More?" he asked.

I nodded.

His finger found my pussy and he entered me.

"Oh!" I moaned, my hips moving towards him.

Another finger went into my vagina, and he started rubbing my clit with his thumb while pushing in and pulling out of my pussy.

"You're ... going to ... oh, ah, oh!" I moaned, my body going into an unfamiliar zone.

Patrick picked up his rhythm, clearly trying to make me cum. It was working.

I began bucking my hips on his hands and had to hold my mouth closed or I would cry out. I was about to burst!

Suddenly, an intense wave of pleasure erupted from my pussy. I went numb as it traveled up my body. My back arched forward, and Patrick had to hold me in place, or I would have fallen on the floor.

I was cumming for the first time in a long time. It felt so incredible and freeing and lovely. I knew my pussy was dripping wet. Patrick withdrew his fingers and put them in his mouth!

"Oh, you taste so good!" he said.

"You ... you made ... me cum!" I said, breathlessly.

"Was it good?" he asked.

"Fucking good!" I said, going in and kissing his deeply, tasting my own juices on his tongue.

I still had my hand on Patrick's member. I got off my chair and leaned over, taking his cock in my mouth. It was large and warm and soft but yet hard. I kissed the tip, licked it, then inserted his dick in my mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Patrick exclaimed.

I plunged my mouth over his cock and sucked back up. I started twisting my closed hand around his shaft while I sucked on it. I hadn't given a blow job in a while, but Patrick was inspiring me.

"Oh shit!" Patrick said, holding my head to his crotch. "I'm going to cum!"

"Cum in my mouth!" I said, briefly coming off his cock.

I put it back in and sucked hard. Patrick's waist rose and I felt his cock spasm. A moment later I felt the salty taste of cum and spurts of his semen hit the back of my throat. Patrick grunted and sent fresh amounts of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop until he was finished.

I pulled off and wiped the edge of my mouth, sticking a finger back in and licking his cum off it.

"Oh shit!" Patrick said. "That was amazing!"

"I loved it too!" I said, sitting back up on the chair.

"I want to take you back to my room and fuck you," Patrick said.

"I'd love that," I said. "But not with your dad so close."

We kissed and traded tongues as we slowly came down from our orgasms.

"You know," I said when we'd broken off. "I think my kids might be okay with me having a guest, even one as young as you."

"Really?" Patrick said.

"It's possible," I said. "I'll have to ask them. It might be a little weird since they know you, but we'll see, okay?"

"Okay!" Patrick said.

We stood and walked each other back to our rooms. We kissed again and I went inside.

I was still buzzing from cumming, and my thoughts went back to Simon. My brother and I had shared intimate moments just like this -- he making me cum with his finger (and later his mouth) and me blowing him. But we'd never consummated the relationship. His cock had never entered me. I'd regretted that, and after he moved away, we never got the chance.

I fell asleep and dreamed of Simon fucking me.

The next morning, I dressed and met Patrick and Bill downstairs. Patrick smiled a knowing smile, and I winked back at him. Bill didn't seem to notice our interaction.

After breakfast, I packed up to ski back to our cabin. Patrick met me on the front porch.

"Let me at least drive you back part way on my snowmobile," he said.

"I'd love that!" I said, knowing the snow had compacted some by now.

We drove through the winter wonderland in silence, me sitting behind Patrick and hugging his waist. I wanted to hug so much more than that!

We stopped about a mile out from our place.

"I'll ski in the rest of the way," I said to Patrick as we dismounted.

"I'm looking forward to getting to know you much better, Sami," Patrick said, bringing me in for a deep kiss.

"Me too!" I said. "We'll see."

I clicked on my skis and was back in the silence of the snowy forest in no time.

I approached the cabin, knowing that the kids were probably still asleep. I noticed only a small curl of smoke from the fireplace as I approached. I quietly undid my bindings, set my backpack and supplies down and opened the front door of the cabin very softly.

So, here's where my story takes a pretty drastic turn. I entered the front hall which overlooks the living room. As I looked over the railing, I saw a large blanket laid out next to the fireplace.

The blanket was not empty.

What I saw took my breath away and I almost fell over. Laying on the blanket were my three children -- all totally nude! My oldest, Jeff, was in the middle of twins Casey and Chloe. Casey was sucking on Jeff's cock. Jeff's fingers were inserted into Chloe's pussy while they French kissed each other!

Shock would be an understatement. While I'd been away, my three kids had been having incestuous sex with each other -- and were doing it right now, right in front of me.

I should have cried out in anger and rushed down to confront them. But something stopped me. Perhaps it was the memories of my own incest with Simon, or the sexual re-awakening I'd had with Patrick. Whatever the case, I found myself calming quite quickly.

I very quietly walked down the stairs and approached the kids, who were completely oblivious to my presence. I was quite surprised as I watched Casey go down on Jeff's cock -- his very large cock. She couldn't get it all in her mouth nor get her hand all the way around it. It was also very very hard.

Chloe had her legs spread and I could see her bald pussy -- the lips of her labia pink and swollen as Jeff's fingers went in and out. I could even hear the slurping sound Jeff's fingers made going in and out of Chloe's slippery hole.

Casey too was plenty aroused. She was rubbing her clit, using plenty of her own juices to lubricate herself.

I didn't know how or why but seeing my kids together in this way started to arouse me.

I was a little afraid to let it go too long, so I gently touched Jeff's shoulder. He looked up dreamily and for an instant it didn't seem to register who I was. Then his eyes got wide.

"Oh shit!" he said, "Mom!"

At that, Casey slid her mouth off her brother's cock and Jeff pulled his hands out of Chloe's cunt.

"We, um, Mom," Casey blurted out. "We're so sorry!"

A look of panic crossed all their faces. They began looking around for something to cover themselves up. They had apparently brought no clothes with them to the living room.

"Kids, hold up!" I said. "I'm not mad."

"You're not?" Chloe said, pulling the blanket over her ample breasts.

"No, I'm not," I said. "Now go get dressed and let's meet at the kitchen table to talk."

They began to get up, looks of shock replacing panic. Jeff stood first, his erect penis sticking out in front of him like a tent pole. I noticed his muscular physic, not unlike Patrick's. I also noticed that his pubis was bald, just like the twins. Casey and Chloe also got up and ran upstairs, their heavy boobs swaying as they hurried.

I sat at the table and tried to formulate what I was going to say. A few minutes later, three very sheepish children sat with me.

"Look, kids," I said, eyeing each of them individually. "You're probably wondering why I'm not yelling at you. Well, it seems that in a bit of a coincidence, last night I was reminded of a situation I found myself in many years ago -- one not unlike what you experienced in the living room."

"Wait, what?" Casey said.

I laughed softly. "I know, you probably would never have guessed it, but your own mom was in a sexual relationship with her brother."

"Uncle Simon?" Chloe said, her eyes wide.

I nodded. "Uncle Simon. We were both Jeff's age, and we never went 'all the way' but we became attracted to each other and did the very things I just witnessed you guys doing to each other."

The kids were silent.

"So," I continued. "I'm not here to judge you, but to caution you. First, let me ask, have you guys gone 'all the way'?"

The three exchanged a look.

"We have," Jeff said. "We've been intimate with each other, though not all together until last night."

"Oh!" I said, surprised. "So, it's been separate relationships?"

Chloe nodded. "Casey and I, me and Jeff, and Jeff and Chloe. Until now."

"Wow!" I said. "And you two are still on the pill, right?" I said, looking at Casey and Chloe. They'd been on the pill for years for other reasons.

Both nodded.

"Well, that's the most important thing. The other is, well, perception. Very few people would condone what you, what we've, done. Have you thought it through carefully?"

"I think we have, Mom," Jeff said. "We're all adults and we talked before we acted. It's just felt so right. We're closer now than ever."

I sighed in relief.

"You also have to be very careful who you tell," I said.

"We haven't told anyone," Casey said.

"Well, that's a relief," I said. "Look, you guys, I know this is a bit of a shock, but as long as you're careful, I'm okay with it. I think I missed out on closeness with my brother. Now you guys get to enjoy that!"