Chapter 8

We ran out into the snow barefoot. The actual storm that had raged all night had moved on, and the whole world around us lay drenched in blinding sunshine. The air seemed to sparkle like diamonds and there was at least eighteen inches of fine white powder covering the ground.

After taking a couple of steps and sinking in over her knees, Darlene took a flying leap for herself, making a diver's half-twist in mid-air to land on her back in the snow. My unclad feet and lower legs were beginning to feel the chill, so I dived after her, landing partly on top of her naked body. She had flung her arms wide, opening the coat so that it covered nothing but her arms.

My landing sent her deeper into the snow and my coonskin coat had opened up as I dove onto her, so our bodies were unimpeded by any barriers of clothing. We were in a warm cocoon of fur and hide and wool that sheltered us completely from both the snow and the chill air ... once we drew our feet up inside with the rest of us.

Thanks to the size of the coats, it was an ideal al fresco fucking setup ... or would have been if our arms were not still in the sleeves. We struggled out of them and embraced and reveled in the wonderful warmth of our limber young bodies as Darlene wrapped her thighs around my waist and pulled me into her saddle.

I couldn't reach down to direct my cock, which was at the ready, without risking an exposure to the elements neither of us especially wanted, but Darlene managed to wriggle that marvelously accessible cunt of hers into position and achieved the entry herself by simply pushing her cunt down and around my quivering prick.

If the rest of us felt wonderful, that union was indescribably delicious. We were fucking with a lifetime of love behind us, and I had already learned that the whole thing feels better the more real affection is involved. For instance, Laurette was wonderfully exciting and probably the best piece of tail in the whole harem ... but there were elements of work involved in screwing her that, miraculous as she was, were not present when I was screwing one of my own sisters or Anita.

Somehow in the closer family relationship, there was no need for either partner to guide ... we seemed to know instinctively what the other lover wanted to do and when and how to go about it. Once we were completely joined in our cocoon, for example, folded into one another as closely as a man and a woman can get, I pulled Darlene's lips up to kiss them and savor their sweetness and give our tongues full play.

But Darlene had another idea ... instead of meeting my mouth with hers, she ducked her head just enough so that our noses met ... and then she rubbed my beak vigorously with hers. It was nice, but not as nice as a kiss, and I didn't get the idea.

"What's that for?" I asked when she stopped.

I could feel her body tremble with laughter as she replied, "Isn't that the way Eskimos kiss? I thought, since we're out in the snow..."

Her silent laughter shook the tight, slick tunnel containing my fucking piece and got the super-sweetness started downstairs.

I said, "If you're an Eskimo, honey, then I'm the Abominable Snowman."

She rubbed our bellies together gently, said, "You mean the abdominal snowman, don't you?"

I said, "I still think you're the hottest little Eskimo this side of the North Pole."

"Eskimos are the sexiest people on earth, according to my biology teacher," she said.

"I guess they have to be. If they don't fuck, they freeze to death. And that reminds me..."

I captured her lips then with mine, and the dialogue ceased while we got down to the business of fucking. Our tongues finally met and played tag with one another, while I finally got a hand down and was able to cup her sweet little butt and cue her on which directions I wanted her to move it in. She had creamed deliciously during the brief early running, and having my prick really drilled in her tunnel was like having it in heaven.

We were completely enveloped in the coonskin coats by this time, warm and snug as could be, and if it was dark in there, who in hell needed lights? It was a little like being back in the womb ... except that no embryos ever had the sort of companionship Darlene and I had while in their prenatal condition, to say nothing of the action.

After giving her a score of hard thrusts that sent her over the edge of ecstasy, I eased off the fucking and just let my cock lie in there, with its tip probing the deep end of her velvet-lined tunnel. Gradually, Darlene relaxed and we lay there completely enveloped and, believe it or not, beginning to sweat like a pair of young pigs'.

I knew I could bring her on whenever the moment was right, but I was enjoying our strange circumstances so much that I was in no hurry. Besides, when Darlene really catches fire, she explodes in all direction and with a violence I feared might completely destroy our warm little igloo and leave us floundering in the snow.

I liked it right where I was ... and who wouldn't, except a queer or a prude who thought incest was a crime?

When her first fit had passed, she hugged me and said, "Isn't it marvelous? isn't this fun, darling?"

There was no argument to the double question, so I answered my sister by kissing her again while I sent my iron-hard dick spiraling up the long narrow length of her vagina. She gasped and spasmed again ... but briefly as I held my fire until the peak was passed.

"That was delicious, darling Jeff," she whispered when she was able to speak once more, wriggling even closer against me so that her fine, firm little breasts were pushing right into my chest with the nipples well out in front of them. She rolled the flat curve of her belly against mine in a squishiness of sweat that was oiling our whole bodies and brought her creaming cunt down twice on my cock so that our hairs were crushed together. I gave her another spiral thrust by way of counter-attack, and she exploded again, digging her heels into my buttocks to hold me secure in her embrace while her body bucked and plunged in a bomb-burst of voluptuous delight.

I got both hands down then and grabbed her thrusting buttocks, digging into their firmness with my fingers and adding the fillip of mild pain to her pleasure. She gave such a convulsive start that her cunt flew right off my cock ... and there followed a wild melee of gasps and grabs and general frantic disorder until, once more, she had my sex-piece lodged securely in her cunt.

"Easy, sweetie," I told her. "I haven't given you the coup de grace yet."

"I know, darling Jeff, I know ... ! " she gasped. "I don't think I can stand it. You're just too much."

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" I asked, laying a hand flat on her mound between us.

"Oh, Jesus, yes..." she panted. "Don't do it, darling Jeff ... don't do it to me out here. I don't know what will happen. Please don't ... "

I had no idea what would happen, either ... but all at once I was seized with an irresistible desire to find out. But again I decided to take my time and took my hand off her mound and returned it to her buttock. She gave a little sigh as I did so ... either of relief or disappointment, I could not be sure which.

Having made up my mind to find out, I eased her into a minor orgasm with a series of slow strokes in which I pulled my dong no more than halfway out of her hot hole before pushing it home again. Then, when she was spurting juice like jizm, I pulled out, all but an inch or so, and brought my hand quickly around from her buttock to her up-front clit.

As she felt the new frontal pressure just above where the head of my cock was embedded in her effusing cunt, Darlene uttered a little half-moan of utter helplessness and surrender. I let her hang a brief while, running my fingers through the silky nest of pubic hair that adorned her mound and gently pinching together the upper cleft of her crack.

Her cunt kept driving upward to engulf more of my soaking-wet prick, but I kept my distance until she began to whimper like a baby deprived of its mother's breast ... then I punched her wide-open clitoris like an elevator button or a doorbell, all but flattening the sensitive little nubbin against the frontal bone of her pelvis and grinding it against the bone with a circular motion.

She let out a yelp like a startled hound and her usually narrow cunt opened wide ... to clamp shut tight around my cock as I drove it home and kept driving it, leaning back a little so that I could hold my thumb on her knob of delight. Every time she showed signs of coming out of her climax, I would just give it another punch and roll, or rub it between thumb and forefinger, and Darlene would be racing for the moon once more.

When I first detonated her, we had been lying on our sides in our coonskin cavern ... but things happened so fast after that that I can only say we must have assumed every position for sex warfare conceivable within the limitations of our surroundings. Darlene went so crazy I had a fugitive thought of the old joke about the desert rat who started to remove his revolver belt before screwing the high yellow girl under a cactus ("Mistuh, if you ever had a piece of black meat before, you'd keep them guns on ... we'se liable to be a mile away from here when we finish.")

By the time I was able to resume a rider's position athwart my oldest sister's bucking, thrusting, rolling body, the top cover had been kicked clear of our bodies by her wildly flying feet and the coonskin coat beneath us was rapidly being ground deep into the snow.

By then, I couldn't have cared less because my own orgasm was trembling on the brink of detonation, churning around with rising sensation in the base of my belly. I managed to capture one of her circling thighs and held her cunt in place while I drove into her the half-dozen times that I needed to send the sperm shooting up through my cannon toward its terrific target.

Only when our fantastic fuckery was complete, did I lift my thumb from her button and let her begin to subside while I let my drenched prick linger on in her suffused little cunt. When she regained a measure of consciousness and her passion-occluded eyes cleared, she lay passive beneath me and said, "Oh, darling ... you've killed me!"

But then her legs snapped around my waist once more and her arms closed around my neck and she urged, "Darling Jeff ... kill me again..."

Whether or not I could have repeated the process just then is something I'll never know. I was willing to try, of course, but the power of decision was taken from my busy hands as a snowball struck my rump and spattered all over us ... mostly over me, since Darlene was still occupying the lower berth.

I let out a yell and twisted around to give whoever had thrown it hell ... just in time to take a second snowball right in the face. Since I was no longer sheltering her, this time my sister got a load of stinging cold snow and she rolled clear and sat up, sputtering, as I dug the stuff out of my eyes.

I expected to see the girls there with us, but when I got my orbs open, there were my father and Missie and little Jean, my precocious twelve-year-old youngest sister, looking down at us from ten feet away and laughing at our discomfiture. Behind them, a helicopter was phutt-phutting its way into the crystal blue skies.

Missie's beautiful dark-brown eyes were dancing with amusement as, gripping Dad's left arm, she said, "I thought it was a wolf when I saw the fur move. If I'd had a gun, I'd have shot it."

Dad said to her, "My dear, for the first time, I feel certain that advancing age has its compensations ... I have acquired enough sense to prefer fucking in comfort."

Little Jean, her blue eyes narrowed in speculation, said, "I don't know ... it looks like fun."

Missie said to us, "Get the hell into the house, kiddies, before you catch pneumonia."

She was right ... Darlene sniffed in my ear and I could feel a great-grandfather of all sneezes gathering just in back of my sinuses. We ran inside, leaving the raccoon coats lying behind us, our naked bodies steaming in the cold air as our sweat dried up.

If we had been too preoccupied with our fucking to hear the arrival of the rest of the family by air, the others had not. They had scrambled into their clothes and were busily putting away blankets and dumping ashtrays and bottles and paper plates. They regarded our naked entrance with astonishment, but we gave them no time for question or comment as we raced for the John.

As I locked us inside, Darlene turned on the water and said, "Thank God this tub is big enough for both of us."

My second bath with a girl in less than twelve hours was very different from my nocturnal tub with Laurette ... but in its way just as delightful. If Darlene's appetite was not as insistent as the brown girl's and my own desires were temporarily numbed by our fucking in the snow, we were able to relax and enjoy what we were doing as the water restored warmth to our bodies.

When we let the water run out, we just sat there and diddled each other in a number of delightful ways. At one point, I had a big toe right up her twat and she was rolling my half-erect dong between the balls of her feet. I made her come with a clitoral orgasm, but she didn't quite make it with me ... still, when great pleasures have brought satiation, lesser pleasures may bring delight. I read that in a book somewhere, but it's true, as Darlene and I found out.

Finally, she asked me to suck her off, and I was just getting down to it when Missie began knocking on the door and yelling at us to open up so that she could use the can herself.

I gave my oldest sister one good poke with my tongue and then pulled out and scrambled from the tub before Missie kicked the door in. She's Mexican, you know, and has a temper to match when anybody tries to cross her.

When she came in naked, I knew it was back to the island again ... where we hadn't worn any clothes at all the last ten days of our stay and enjoyed a (literally) fucking good time. I'd forgotten what a terrific body she has ... not that I'm trying to take anything away from the girls. They have figures that would make a eunuch drool, but Missie is something else.

She looks great with clothes on ... poised and chic and as attractive as any guy would want his stepmother to look. But when she's nude she's ... well, the only word I can think of that fits her body is splendor. She's a beautiful golden brown all over, except for the bright red double slash of her mouth and cunt, her flashing dark brown eyes and the jet black of her thick, rich straight hair ... straight on her head at any rate, but coiled like steel wool on her pussy.

Just then, the one she wanted to talk to was Darlene. She said, "Why in hell did you ask that black girl to come along?"

Darlene's mouth fell open. She said, "Laurette ... but I thought you asked her. She's a top girl in my class, so I took it for granted when she said..." A pause, then, "What's wrong, Missie?"

Missie's eyes flashed danger signals, showing she was good and mad. She said, "What's wrong? What's wrong is the sex-crazy little tramp had your father in the sack and was sucking him off before I could even get out of my clothes!"

"She's a very spirited girl," said Darlene, "and she's pretty excited at being here."

Missie snorted, her nostrils arching high. She said, "I haven't been fucked for three days ... we were all piled together last night in the lobby of the motel at the foot of the mountain and nobody got laid ... and if I don't get my rocks off right now there isn't going to be any Thanksgiving dinner tonight."

She paused and looked at me hard and the tip of her tongue emerged from the scarlet of her lips and rolled reflectively over them. Thanks to the gentle love-play Darlene and I had been indulging in in the tub, I was half-ready ... and the sexual hunger Missie exuded just then was enough to bring my cock slowly upright to its fucking position.

Missie just looked at it, her lips parted. Then she dropped on her knees in front of me and took it into her mouth. She had to depress it to make oral contact and that didn't do any damage, either ... in fact, it felt as if it added an extra inch to my scimitar,, which she was busily licking and sucking with little grunts of animal approval.

Then she pulled back and said, looking up at me with her eyes already passion-clouded, "Come on, darling Jeff ... you're a better piece of ass than your father, anyway. I'd forgotten ... "

I said, "The hell you have!" as I helped her to her feet and got us started toward one of the big bedrooms. I knew she hadn't forgotten how I'd solved the riddle of what really sent her winging on a high cloud.... I damn well knew I hadn't. It's not the sort of thing anyone who has been there ever forgets.

But Missie refused to answer me in words, though the grip of her hand on my cock and the sidelong flash of her dark eyes and white smile was answer enough. We made it to a bedroom with a full-sized double bed and fell on top of it together without bothering to remove the candlewick spread. Missie opened up on her back and I pushed my stiff cock into her already creaming red cunt and kept right on pushing until I reached land's end.

Now, as I'd learned last summer, fucking a woman like Missie is different than fucking any of the girls, even Anita, who is her daughter by a previous husband. Maybe it's because her personality is more mature, but she seems more aggressive ... not that the girls are sexually inhibited, God knows, but they ask you rather than tell you.

Missie knows what she wants and when and how she wants it, and that's the name of the game. Not that she doesn't put out in return, but when she's fucking a man, she's the boss ... and any man who'd put up an argument would be bound to wind up a loser.

It was marvelous to have my cock back in that delightfully remembered love-tunnel, and I would have been perfectly happy to let it lie fallow there until nature drove us into action. I like to take my time when I fuck a girl unless there's some reason for making it a quickie.

But Missie was having none of that ... she wanted her jollies and she wanted them right away. Her cunt began pistoning in a wild conga beat and I went along with it until she began jerking her cunt back and forth sideways, when I pulled almost out and then drove it into her hard, like a battering ram. She must have been really hard up, because she came in a sort of convulsive all-over cramp, followed by a great thrashing about of arms and legs and rump until her spasm subsided.

Then she said, "I get on top now," and did so without breaking the union of our fucking pieces although her thirsty vagina was so slippery with my semen and her sex-sap that it would have been the easiest thing for it to slip out as it had in the snow with Darlene.

She began a slow rotary motion while I got a good grip on her terrific boobs and rolled them in the opposite direction. She gave me a Mona Lisa smile and said, "You're one of the rare ones, darling Jeff."

"In what way?"

"You can come two or three times without going soft in between," she told me. "That's very rare with men ... and very fine for the woman they screw."

I pulled her boobs to my mouth and sucked them, first one, then the other. She must have used perfume underneath where they crease against her rib-cage, for they smelt like jasmine and God knows what. When I finished, her nipples were sticking out even further than Laurette's at the height of our sessions earlier.

When she straightened to ride my cock, I let my hands slip from her big boobs, so like and yet so unlike Anita's, to rest against her taut, slow-rising belly, one on either side of the button. She looked down at me, feeling them there, and suddenly her cunt motion stopped and her nostrils arched high and wide again.

She said, "If you're going to do it, darling Jeff, do it now and let's get it over with ... I've still got to cook a Thanksgiving dinner...."