Snowed In Ch. 03

Just outside the door she paused, shaken from the ordeal. She had never seen Sherry looking so bad, not even during those first few weeks after she found out about Neal’s affair.

Neal decided not to play games with his son that night, and simply announced he was going to bed at eleven, so Josh needed to vacate the den. The boy disappeared without argument or even comment, though there was definitely tension between them and had been all evening.

When he crawled beneath the covers, leaving the TV on to provide a little background noise, Neal slipped off his boxers and his shirt and tossed them aside. He rather fancied the idea of dozing off and then awakening to find his daughter’s mouth on him; this way she had easy access. And, if she wasn’t able to come down to him, for whatever reason, he would at least sleep more comfortably. Thoughts of Sherry, of guilt, of consequences, he pushed from his head. He and Vanessa could not afford to waste time; they must take what they could get.

In his room Josh also stripped down before climbing into bed, and for much the same reasons as his father had. He even left his door open a crack, so Vanessa could come in quietly. He thought about their confrontation in the yard that evening with satisfaction -- even if the fucking dog had nearly maimed him for life. It was about time, he had decided, that his sister realized to whom she had real obligations. Playing around on the side was one thing, but he wasn’t about to be passed up in his own home for his old man. They had a history between them, she and he, and she needed to be reminded of that.

Cold or no cold, he opened his window after a quarter of an hour and lit up some chronic, trying to be patient. Before long the room swam in a pleasant mist, and he stroked himself absently, warming up for their session together. He was determined it was going to be a long, hard one.

***

Vanessa took a deep breath and stepped out into the dark hallway at midnight, softly closing the door on Jasper, who was upside down and fast asleep on her bed. Good old Jasper, her protector. She half wished she could bring him with her. Of course, that was out of the question -- he’d rip Josh’s balls off.

She didn’t know how things had gotten into such a total mess. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible for it all, despite the best of intentions.

Her mother -- oh dear God, her mother. What had happened to her? She had hoped to provide her with a little self confidence, not to mention some much-needed physical relief, when she gave her the dildo and that little woman-to-woman. But from the looks of it her mother was determined to fry her brains instead, and sink off to sleep in a stupor. That alone would be bad enough -- but now the poor woman also had her own son coming to molest her at night, while she struggled to awaken. And that too could be laid at Vanessa’s door, albeit indirectly. If she hadn’t “neglected” her brother, he would never have started playing with their mother.

Vanessa wasn’t about to claim responsibility for her brother’s insane attitude or his reckless actions. But she knew he felt betrayed somehow, and felt she ought to have known him better than to risk snubbing him. Josh had always been jealous of her -- he had nearly come to blows with Brad a number of times, and over the slightest provocation. But she had never known him to be so brutal, so genuinely frightening. Being stranded in the house for so long had apparently made him a little crazy.

Actually it had made them all a little crazy, she figured. Her mother had chosen to deal with it by self-medicating herself into oblivion. Josh had responded by getting mean. She and her father were the lucky ones, really; they dealt with it by finding each other. Vanessa could not have been happier that they had crossed the line the night before and become lovers. Now her only worry regarding Neal was her nutty brother and his volatile moods. She desperately wanted to keep her relationship with Josh a secret from her dad, at least for a while. But with her brother becoming rash and spiteful, she feared that disclosure, even a confrontation between them, was becoming inevitable.

Her plan for the night was simple -- perhaps too simple to work, she worried. She would visit Josh first, as she had promised, and she would play the submissive for him. Since he was long accustomed to her calling the shots in bed, that alone should satisfy his vanity or his wounded pride or whatever his beef was. She would do what he asked and give him what he wanted without complaining, only hoping he didn’t insist on cumming inside her. She didn’t want to just “talk” with her father later, but could hardly go down to him hoping for more sex if she had a pussy full of Josh’s cum.

She pushed his door open slowly and stepped into his room, the pungent aroma of weed invading her nostrils. Everything was dark. She peered through the inky blackness to his bed, thinking that he might be stoned out of his gourd, in which case she could back out and go downstairs with a clear conscience. But just as she was about to open the door again her brother’s voice came stabbing through the darkness.

“You’re late,” he complained.

“Oh fuck, Josh. Don’t push your luck.”

Submissive, submissive, she reminded herself. It was so hard, varying their pattern. The whole crux of their relationship for years had been her mastery over him. She was smarter than he was, more experienced, more sexual even. To let him have control seemed ridiculous, even dangerous, given his lack of caution or restraint.

“Come here,” he ordered her.

She floated through the room to his bedside, arms at her sides. She was hoping that, if she put in her best effort, an hour might satisfy him. Two at the most. She promised herself that she would perform to her utmost, resolved to curb her criticisms and follow his orders. Who knows -- perhaps it might be fun, being Josh’s sub for a night or two. He couldn’t really be that mad at her, could he? She was far and away his best lay; hell, until the snow thawed, she was his only lay. When he got himself another girlfriend they’d go back to normal.

Dress was important, she knew, for every occasion. Even for times like this, when she wouldn’t be keeping anything on for long. She had decided to flatter Josh’s masterful mood a little tonight, to encourage his deluded impression that he was the boss. So she’d put on an old, and much too small, pair of flowery cotton panties. They were from the sixth or seventh grade -- she couldn’t remember which -- one of several pair she had kept expressly to create just this effect. Stretched taut and thin, they barely covered her ass, leaving most of her cheeks exposed, while her wispy, dark pussyhair peeked out both sides of the tiny crotch. The leg elastic bit into her much broader thighs uncomfortably, but then, she wouldn’t have to put up with it long. On top she’d worn the flouncy, lacy teddy top from an outfit she’d received at her wedding shower. Again, the flimsy garment could barely contain her; she’d doubled her bust size since then. Meant to cling tantalizingly close to her pantyline, the hemline instead fell just above her navel due to her sloped belly, so that a good six inches of skin lay exposed.

Naturally she was freezing to death in such a skimpy outfit, even with the heat back on. But that just made her nips rock hard, prominent points in the teddy, something which Josh -- which any man, unless he was gay -- would surely appreciate. Her legs and arms were covered with chill bumps, too, but that would just make her appear helpless, more vulnerable.

She stood close in the half light, letting her brother, little more than a shadow in the corner, look her over. She could vaguely see him slowly stroking his big piece of meat with his left hand; now his right hand snaked forward to touch her belly, to rub her jutting nipples through the teddy. Then it fell to the hemline, held it briefly, gave it a tug.

“Take it off,” he said to her. She could barely see his glinting eyes in the pitch black corner.

Obediently, she hoisted the top over her head, exposing her breasts and broad belly to the chill air streaming in through the window. She immediately broke out in a new set of chill bumps, but did not dare to complain.

“All of it, panties too.”

Shit, she thought. Nothing, no effect at all. She had hoped the little schoolgirl look would entertain him a while, so he’d be plenty excited by the time they fucked. She didn’t want this to last too long.

“Nice,” was all he said, when she slid the panties off her ass and kicked them off her toe.

There was a click, and she was suddenly blinded by the lamp beside his bed. She squinted at him, finally making out that he too was naked, and that, yes, he had been stroking his cock to hardness. She felt a little thrill pass through her. Crazy or not, he was one gorgeous man, even with the wounds Jasper had left on him, the bite she had left on his shoulder a few nights ago. And he sported an absolutely edible dick.

“Did you leave your music on like I asked?”

She nodded, watching his scratch-mottled hand play over his thick, veiny shaft leisurely. It was a pointless question: you could hear the dull thud of her stereo, even through two walls.

“Good, because I’m gonna make some noise tonight. And so are you.”

What he did next surprised her completely. After their ominous confrontation behind the barn earlier, she expected him to be merciless with her, and entirely selfish. A blow job, some anal -- something to make him feel in charge, in control, in possession of her. But, with the delighted leer of a dirty old man, he chose to begin by eating her, swiveling himself on the bed so that his head hung over the edge and his feet were against the wall.

“Come here,” he said. “Let me have it.”

Vanessa stepped forward and straddled his face carefully, gasping a little when he immediately thrust his tongue up into her. She couldn’t help but smirk, though silently, when she considered it, her fears for the evening subsiding. Here was her badass little brother, trying to crack the whip and own her for the night -- and the best he could think of to do was to eat her out, his nose pressed firmly against her asshole. Honestly, there couldn’t be a less domineering posture. She smiled to herself and relaxed a little, stroking her tits in time to his licks. Oh, the boy could use some lessons in dominating, that’s for sure. But he was pretty good at muffdiving . . .

As her brother pulled his face back some, taking time to lick around her pussy lips and even dip down into her asshole, Vanessa had to balance on her tiptoes to give him room. It was a wonderful, precarious sensation -- hovering there getting eaten, nearly falling over when he got enthusiastic. She watched his cock rising in front of her, his ass squirming against the bed as he swallowed her juices. He was getting very turned on doing this -- if she were to grab that beautiful dick and start sucking she might get his first cum out of the way very quickly. But dammit, she wasn’t so inclined to rush any longer, not if he was going to be a good boy and munch on her for a while. It had been the only thing she missed about poor, geeky Brad over the holidays -- his need to lick her cunt for hours on end. Brad worshipped her pussy, that was one reason he was worth keeping around.

She looked down to watch what her brother was doing, frankly fascinated at his choice of openers. Her protruding baby belly did not allow her to see much: only his neck muscles straining to keep his jaw moving. His fingers were stroking delicately at his own nipples. It was uncanny -- Josh almost never chose to eat her. About the only time he spent this much effort gobbling her up was when they were in sixty-nine, and that was mainly because what she was doing to his dick was driving him out of his mind. Was he working himself up to something? Was he sorry about before, trying to apologize? Was he trying to win her away from Neal by doing something nice for once?

Vanessa decided, floating on a happy wave of sensation as her clit mashed his chin, that for all his bluff and bluster, he was happy only when she was in the lead. The poor dope didn’t know how to take charge -- hadn’t she told him as much only the other night?You need someone to outfuck you, she had said, and he obviously knew it. She suddenly changed her mind about Jeannie Crews’ being right for her baby brother. If the girl just blew him in a car and didn’t get anything in return -- not even a kiss -- then she wasn’t strong enough to keep Josh on a leash where he belonged. So he’d been too squeamish about tasting his own cum to kiss her? She should have made him lick his cum out of her mouth -- or better, fed it back to him from her pussy. If she had the “balls” to do that, she might be able to handle Josh. He was so stuck on himself that he needed that taking down. And Vanessa had always been able and willing to provide it.

Feeling suddenly empowered -- not to mention vengeful after the scare he’d given her earlier, the stupid way he’d been acting -- she gritted her teeth and tightened the hold of her thighs on his head, planted her feet firmly on the ground. She raked her fingernails across his belly and ground into him, cramming her pussy against his mouth, her asshole against his nose. She could feel his tongue whipping into a fury inside her, could feel the suction of his lips as he slurped up all her flowing juices, listened to his stifled attempts to get a breath with pleasure. She had a good mind simply to rock herself to orgasm on his face. It would so serve him right just to serve as her masturbation tool, his whole face nothing but a set of protuberances on which to flail her tingling pussy.

But she wanted more than that. He was a dirty, selfish, insensitive asshole but he had a gorgeous body and a fantastic dick (even if it was now, she thought, licking her lips, only the second best dick she’d ever had). It would be a shame to ignore that rising, throbbing column of meat in front of her, she decided, leaning forward and wrapping her hand around it -- mmm, hot and hard, spasming in her grasp, surging upward . . .

Her brother squirmed and thrashed beneath her, making muffled sounds of protest against her cunt. Vanessa only laughed -- until he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her off balance, trying to turn the tables on her. She fell forward and to the side, her head thudding against the wall while her brother scrambled to escape from between her legs. Crashing to the bed, she clamped her thighs shut with all her strength, her fist tugging and pumping at his cock in double-time.

The prick -- did he think he was going to call the shots now? Too late now, fuckhead.

She hunched her ass around to get a better hold on his head, squeezing his nuts a bit too hard, to take the fight out of him. He moaned but didn’t stop struggling.

All at once there came a gigantic crashing noise, like a dump truck had just tipped its load into the tiny room. She twisted just in time to avoid a falling plank and several heavy objects that came skidding down the wall to bounce on the bed -- Josh’s flailing foot had kicked loose his trophy shelf --

-- Neal awoke with a start, a hard, heavy thud resounding in his ears. His senses suddenly on full alert, he listened intently. Seconds later, a huge crash upstairs, almost above his head.

Josh’s room, he thought, leaping out of his rude bed.

What the hell was going on up there -- were they fighting? He had suspected his son of being angry with Nessa earlier, even cruel -- but he hadn’t thought it would turn violent. Heart hammering in his chest, he rooted around on the dark floor for his shorts in vain, until the sound of raised voices reached his ears.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, running for the stairway naked, his head full of ugly images --

-- startled by the noise, the tumbling objects, she had lost her hold on his head, and her brother scrambled onto his hands and knees beside her, his pussy-wet face snarling with rage, his eyes as wild and fierce as they had been earlier, behind the barn. Vanessa’s voice caught in her throat.

“You stupid bitch!” he yelled at her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I -- I didn’t do it . . . it was your foot --”

But there was no way he was going to listen to her. He launched his whole body on top of her, grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms back while he fought to get between her legs --

“Josh,” she tried to say, whispering harshly up at his wounded face, “Josh, stop it -- we’re making too much noise -- dammit, stop it! --”

He wasn’t listening, he was only bent on getting her legs open. She could have fought him off, but she was desperately trying to keep the noise down. Impossible to judge how loud that crash had been -- maybe her mother wouldn’t have heard it, sedated as she was. If only the dumb bastard would stop fighting her, stop wrenching at her arms, kneeing her in the thighs, trying to nudge her open . . . best not to fight him, she thought finally, spreading wide her legs. He was in her, up to his balls, in an instant -- so hard and so sudden it took her breath away . . .

A second later the world caved in.

With a resounding, springing smack the door flew open -- Vanessa gasped and twisted to the side to see -- her brother stopped his thrusting but remained lodged inside her, merely turning his head to the door.

Their father stood silently in the doorway, his stern face written over with confusion and dismay.

For some reason he was naked, and -- in a moment that seemed to defy time, lasting forever in her mind -- Vanessa’s eyes ran over his hairy body and fat, dangling dick, a feeling of unutterable sadness and regret filling her soul. A body she had only just begun to know, a lover she had just discovered though he was there all along. And now she knew he would be lost to her forever.

Her brother’s cock plopped noiselessly out of her as he fell back, gaining his feet to confront their father. Neal ignored him, his eyes surveying for several heart-stopping seconds the sight of his naked, pregnant, spread-eagled daughter -- Vanessa felt as though she could shrink away into nothingness and still not escape those troubled eyes.

“Did you want something, old man?” she heard Josh snarl. Incredibly, there was no trace of dismay or contrition in his voice, only indignation.

Her father spoke low, his bewildered tone matching his features.

“This . . . so this is what’s been going on,” he said, shaking his head.

“Yeah, this is what’s been going on,” Josh snapped. “And don’t act all righteous with me, cuz you’ve been fucking her too. Only I’ve been fucking her for years, Neal.”

“You . . . piece of shit,” he growled, slowly turning to Josh. “You miserable piece of shit.”

“Dad,” Vanessa croaked throatily, seeing rage in her father’s eyes. “Daddy, no . . . listen to me --”

“Hey, fuck you, pal!” said Josh. “I notice you didn’t mind having a go at her -- even if you were getting sloppy seconds!”

Vanessa watched in horror as Neal made a lunge at Josh, a lunge which he dodged, planting his knee in his father’s stomach. While Neal gasped in pain and surprise, his face paling, Josh pushed him away so that he stumbled to the floor with a gigantic thump. Immediately, Josh was yelling at him to get up again -- he wasn’t long in waiting. Among the myriad of crazed and absurd thoughts that raced through Vanessa’s mind as she watched the naked spectacle, the recollection that her father had played football in high school suddenly became the most prominent. Neal launched himself from the floor into his son’s body, tackling him amidships and sending him crashing against the bureau.

She winced, both at the evident painfulness of the blow and at the noise -- when would these two morons remember that Sherry was but one thin wall away? Several times she tried to speak, to intervene, but there was no getting through to them as they swung and cursed at each other. She huddled herself into the corner and clutched at one of the heavier trophies, determined to put an end to the struggle as soon as she had a clear shot -- at which of them she wasn’t sure.