The Blizzard

"Tell him we are already into the storm and it is getting worse by the minute. It is too late to escape the storm by turning around and I only have enough money for gas." I said out loud so that Brit didn't have to repeat what I said to the dad.

"Dad says we should find a place to spend the night and call when we get to a place to charge the room to his credit card."

"Sure, we'll try to find a place or find a place to pull over to ride the storm out." Once Brit hung up, she kept staring out the window to look for lodging signs along the freeway. We were already into the thick of the storm with heavy snowflakes falling and drifting, making it almost impossible to even see the road. Most road signs were nearly impossible to read with covered in blowing snow. "We just past a lodging sign. I am sure there is a place at the next exit if we can get off the road." Brit gave a piercing cry.

Several minutes later, we took the exit while cursing plow operators for not getting there before us. The snow was only a few inches deep and still walling but the ice made it extremely difficult to steer the vehicle that fishtailed multiple times before I managed to get through the off-ramp and onto the street. We had to drive another mile and a half or so before we saw the shimmering lights of a building through the blowing snow. Both of us were delighted to see a gas station with a small convenience store and a small motel next to it.

Talking to the store clerk, I found that he heard of multiple cars and a truck accident that had taken place about an hour ago in the direction that we were headed from a driver heading in the opposite direction. He also mentioned that the nearest restaurant was about ten miles down south or five in the direction where we were headed. He was also kind enough to call the motel next door to find if they had any vacancies and found that a room had just become available due to the last-minute cancellations.

"I wouldn't drive in this weather." He said and added, "If you are going to spend the night next door, we have cold cuts, warm burgers, and hotdogs. You may not find anything else to eat after we close at 9 pm around here." Taking his advice, Brit and I picked up a few snacks and cold cuts. Brit also found the section where they had cheap wine and grabbed a bottle, while I settled for a bottle of cheap vodka knowing we have many hours to kill before the journey could be resumed. At the motel, dad provided his credit card info over the phone to the receptionist to secure us the room where we finally entered and let out a huge sigh together.

The room was small and outdated. It only had a queen size bet, but that didn't come as a surprise since we were told by the receptionist about the sleeping arrangement. I assumed that she guessed that she thought Brit and I were a couple, but she casually said they had run out of cots. The same can be said about the small and outdated bathroom, but I wasn't about to complain. At the moment, I had two priorities. The first was to kick off my shoes that somehow felt as had shrunken two sizes two small for my feet and the second was to have a tall shot off the bottle to relax my muscles.

Brit didn't waste any time either. Right after using the bathroom, she opened a bottle of wine and poured herself a plastic cup full of it. "Man, I was so tense during the last thirty minutes of the drive." Brit said after gulping down her wine. I knew Brit drank and she could handle her own, but I had never seen her downing a glass of wine in a minute flat. Not to be outdone, I had a shot of vodka and grabbed some chips to munch.

Brit opened the window coverings by the small table with two chairs and placed a plastic cup in front of me and another in front of her. For a change, we chatted while drinking and munching snacks managing not to annoy each other. Brit opened up a little after the second glass of wine. She mentioned a bit about Rick and went on to say that she has no intentions of sticking with him in the long run. Brit somewhat alluded to hanging around with Rick to attend his band's gigs and follow him to parties where she could meet other people. I expected Brit to budge into my personal life, but surprisingly she didn't

"I need another one before a hot water shower," Brit said, pouring another glass of wine and then pushing her chair closer to the bed and stretching and placing her legs on the side of the bed. "My legs hurt after breaking for the last few hours." She chuckled.

"Fuck yes, backseat driving is hard." We both laughed while Brit placed her left leg over the right on the bed. In her position, her already short dress was riding up her thighs, showing glimpses of the pink underwear she had on. I couldn't help but take an eyeful of her flawless thighs and legs alike, ensuring she wasn't paying attention to my gazes. Dammit, I wished she wasn't my sister who is stuck in a motel room on a cold stormy night.

After finishing my drink, I grabbed a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. As the warm water flew all over my body I felt as if I was right under a tropical waterfall. The warmth of the water as it hits my body on the skin over the aching muscles from a very tense drive and bony prominences. It soothed away my body aches. I felt energized and much more relaxed when I stepped out of the shower.

"This stuff is awful the way you drink, but it doesn't taste as bad with Sprite." Brit said, showing her half-full glass of clear liquid and pointing to my bottle of Vodka. "Hey, looks like someone washed away his grouchy self off the shower." Brit said chuckling and bumping her left shoulder onto mine. I smiled.

"No shit. Cheap vodka doesn't taste all that good. I normally drink a bit better stuff." I said, pouring a double into my glass.

"Hey, by the way, do you have a spare pair of boxers and a T-shirt that I can borrow?"

"No way, you can sleep in your stinky underwear. I am not going to lend you any of my clothes to cover any place near where you had your rotten underwear or your bra. You probably have mushrooms growing in those soiled clothes." I guffawed.

"Mine is not stinky." Brit frown. "Hey, besides, if I offer, I may have a long line of guys like you lined up and waiting to sniff them, you know?"

"Right. Let's do that and see. Let me take a picture of you in your underwear and post it now and see how many would line up outside with fists full of dollar bills to sniff your undies." I laughed again.

"Dammit, Matt, It is just for a night. I'll wash your shitty boxers and T-shirt when we get home." Brit pleaded with her usual begging puppy face.

"Ok then, when we get home, you'll do my laundry. That's the deal." I said, handing over clothes from my backpack. With that, Brit hip hopped into the bathroom while I lay in bed, sipping my drink and watching the weather channel. Brit, on the other hand, spent a good length of time enjoying her shower. I had to reckon that she was equally tired from the party or wherever she was at the night before and more so after the hectic drive. Not to mention, that I haven't been easy on her during all this time. It wasn't any fault of hers, but mine. I was beginning to feel bad for the way I treated her during our ride together.

"Were you sleeping already? Brit asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"No, I was just watching the weather. All the road leading home looks like shit. Good thing we stopped here." I said while trying to sit on the bed. However, I couldn't help but laugh out loud looking at Brit now in my boxers that are several sizes too big for her and the T-shirt that looked more like a lady's nightshirt. She held the boxers with her right hand to prevent them from falling and she kept her left hand behind her back. Brit stopped inches from me and smiled and right away I recognized her familiar mischievous smile.

"What's up Brit?"

"Matt, I want your honest opinion on this." She said then hesitated for a moment before bursting into laughter as she dragged herself forward with her left hand pointed at me. I was dumbfounded and before I could even react, Brit had me pushed backward on the bed with a piece of clothing covering my face.

"See, it doesn't stink, does it? Sniff it, Matt, tell me how good it smells" Brit laughed hysterically rubbing her underwear on my face. My first instinct was to twist my face from side to side to dodge her onslaught. Brit wasn't done, she saddled my stomach and kept buffing my face with her undies. First, I lifted my back off the bed and turn slightly to the right to drop her off me, but she wrapped her right arm around my back, pushing her chest firmly on my chest. Bending my knees, I turned sideways overpowering my sister on her back. Then I swiftly reached for her left hand and, attempted to pull the undie off her. Giggling frenziedly, my sister held on to her garment with both hands.

"You are going to pay big time!" I warned her, then joined her laughter and knelt placing my knees on both sides of her thighs so that she could not escape. I reached for her hand and but Brit was quick to push her undies under her torso as she struggles to break loose. Each time I attempted to reach under her to grab the Undie, she twisted, turned, and pushed me off with her other hand. Seeing no other way to take her undies away without hurting her, without any warning, I straightened up my knees a bit and turned her on her tummy. "Holly shit!" I said under my breath. My old boxers that she wore had slid almost to her knees and the T-shirt had ridden up to her mid-back. Her round, creamy buttocks jiggled while Briny still tried to hold her undies, this time under her chest. She was still chuckling while trying to secure her undies as the most precious thing that she ever owned. One more eye full of her very inviting buttocks received quick approval from my cock that started untwist within my own boxes. I knew very well that I should have quite the horseplay and walked off, but I did exactly the opposite by landing on her back and reaching under her to find her undies. Brit kept, twisting, turning, and bending her knees up, causing her butt to sway, and at the same time, my groin became firmly pressed between her butt gap. My cock was nearly at its full length while my hands wandered under her chest to gain control over a tiny piece of garment. At one point, I inadvertently cupped a breast, then in the next moment, a hand traveled the length of her other breast. Without even being fully aware of it, my cock was pressing against her bottom, I could even feel the heat of her bottom's cheeks against my groin and soon my cock was very hard. I knew that there was only the thin material of my boxers separating my cock from her girly rump. All while, Britney was still playful and kept struggling to push me off her small frame.

"Are you ready to give up?" I asked, hoping that she would not surrender.

"No fucking way until you admit my undies smelt like flowers." She chuckled lifting her butt to gain some leverage. I gently lifted my weight off her at the same time still leaving my hands under her chest to roll over, bringing her on top of me. This time, Brit didn't struggle while I held her on top of me by tightly holding on to her torso.

"Matt!"

"Are you ready to hand over your undies so I can stuff them in your mouth?" I asked gently loosening the grip that I had on her.

"Well, are you ok?" She hissed.

"Yeah, why?"

"Let go of me for a sec, I need to check something?" Britt uttered. My first instinct was that she wanted to free herself to try the same trick again, but her sweet voice told me that she may have a different concern. I loosen the grip I had on her and let my hands fall to her sides, mentally in preparation for another attack. Brit slid off me. A quick glance revealed that the side of the boxes had come off one leg completely while the other side was dangling at her ankle. "Shit, no looking." She said, but little she may have realized when she crouched and examined me, she exposed much more than she may have thought.

"Holy shit Bro..." she chuckled. "Looks like you got a boner." She kept chucking and staring. I knew that I was getting hard and guessed that Brit would have felt my cock on her whether I was hard or not since our bodies were glued together for the last few minutes in one position or the other. But I wasn't hard as a rock or something. I just had to raise my head and look down at what Brit was staring at to realize that like her clothing, the hem of my boxes had ridden up considerably and a good few inches of my cock was sticking out of the hem of it. The crown of my cock was already swollen and seemed to have leaked some precoma.

"I think you need to take care of that before we fight over my underwear." Brit cooed. Her eyes were glistering, and I couldn't quite gather if I saw lust or concern in them. She didn't ask what cause my cock to harden, because she pretty well knew the cause. Equally, she didn't say what I have to do to take care of the hard-on, perhaps she assumed that I would jack off.

"Take care of it how?" I had to ask, eager to find out if she had any thoughts or offered assistance while my eyes journeyed through her beaming eyes, the soft smile that decorated her face, her breasts that poked through the wrinkled T-shirt, and finally, the forbidden territory that I was able to see between her thighs, shaven pussy, as she was still crouched right above me.

"You need it. You can figure it out. Emptying your sack is the best remedy for you to relax. I am going to wash and hang my underwear in the bathroom." Brit said, getting off the bed. Then she walked towards the bathroom, leaving the boxers she had on the floor and tugging down the T-shirt down to hide as much as she can.

"I am sorry, Matt, I should have been more thoughtful."

I felt as if I was in a trance for a moment grappling to find words to say. "If you need me for anything.... You know where I am." She said and her voice was almost inaudible. I was stunned but euphoric. After all, yes, Brit alluded to helping me with my hard-on. Although I aspired to run to her with my cock in hand for her to fondle it and do as she wished, I somehow felt that I should find an excuse to follow her there. I didn't feel or dared to just appear in front of her with a stiff cock and expect her to do something with it.

I hastily found the dirty boxes that I wore in the morning. Holding it in hand, I tipped toed into the bathroom through the opened door. Brit was standing by the vanity, and she had the water running as she rinses her clothes. She turned her head and smiled as if she was expecting me, but I rushed and seized her from the back, pressing her closer to the bathroom cabinet, and then covered her face with my boxers while screaming; "Tit for tat" Brit was calm. Didn't move, nor tried to push my hands off her face.

"You didn't come here for that Matt!" She giggled, turning her face sideways. "You came here to tell me you emptied your sack; you had too much vodka and you can't get hard enough to shoot the load or for something else." She cooed while I searched for words to respond.

"I know, I know, Matt." She reached from behind and her hand snuck between her buttocks and my groin, searching for my crotch of boxers. "I feel it. It is still hard." She whispered while grappling to find the single button to undo that prevented her hand from slipping in. Once she had the button undone, her soft fingers found my cock and started to travel the length of it, while she shifted her ass to the rhythm of her fingers.

"Matt, I know you need this, and you are not likely to do it with your own hand. But I just want you to know, drunk or not, I am not a slut, and I am only doing it to make you understand that you need to find a steady girlfriend." Although it was advice, the way she said it was so erotic and cock started to pulse in her hand violently. Then turning around to face me, Brit reached and pushed down my boxes while my head turned to the ceiling hoping to see an angel there who was looking after me at that very moment. My cock sprang free and bounced several times pointing at my little sister.

"Has it been a while?"

"Yes, several months" I cried while Brit went on to torture my cock that kept lengthening by softly caressing the length with her fingers and fondling my sack with her other hand. Sweet torture... All while with a wicked smile on her face that suggested she was enjoying what she was doing to me. At that point, I became a bit bolder. Without asking, I think I should have, I reached and pulled up her T-shirt above her firm and round breasts and immediately took one into my mouth while cupping the other to massage softly. Brit didn't resist, but whispered; "Hey now..."

Encouraged by Britt's response, I focused on her breasts while she was fondling my hard-on. I kept Her nipples hardened and swelled, standing out like little soldiers at attention. I licked around each of them, drawing a wet ring around the nipples. Using the full, broad side of my tongue, I lapped at the underside of each breast, moving from its base out to the nipple. Brit moaned in pleasure and arched her back to me each time I drew out a stroke of my tongue.

"You like my breasts, Matt? Do you?" She fizzled and whined. "This is about you... Not me." She added running her fist up and down the shaft, lightly raking her fingernail on the skin. As tense as my arousal and appetite were making me, I was enjoying the relaxing effect of her hands. My hands moved behind her, one caressing her shoulders, neck, and upper back, the other moving lower to touch and caress the backs of her legs and that wonderfully tight, round, firm ass. It felt even better than it looked.

I was on fire and very well knew that I was at the edge due to my arousal and exoticness of the moment. Brit may have sensed that I was nearing my organism by the volume of precum that I leaked and the frequent pulsation of my shaft.

With a sexy smile, Brit arched her back and moved her head towards my cock and I stared in disbelief as she licked her lips, wetting them, and almost closed her eyes as she kissed the head of my cock. It felt like soft, warm velvet. She moaned softly and then, with her lips closed tightly around my shaft, took the head of my cock into her mouth. When I looked to meet her eyes, the first thing that remembered was the dream that I had woken up. Do dreams really come true? The sensation was indescribable. So warm and wet and hungry and yet subdued, she sucked softly on the head as her fingers continued to move around the shaft. With the masturbation, I'd done before and the incredible sexiness of the situation I knew I was going to cum real soon. I groaned, shaking my legs a bit, as Brit sucked more of my cock into her mouth. She moaned as well, sending delicious vibes to my cock in her mouth.

Then abruptly she stopped. "I shouldn't be taking you in my mouth. I am sorry, Matt." She was apologetic.

Instantly, she spread her legs a bit and let my throbbing cock settle between her thigh gap, her thighs gripped my cock like visors locking them tightly as Brit pushed her hips forward. I screamed in lecherous excitement. We remained like that for a moment while Brits' lascivious eyes met mine. She smiled mischievously and held me tight. "Are you comfy, like this?" She purred.

"Hell, yes," I shouted. When I pushed my cock between her thighs, piercing through her pussy lips, I realized the wetness that I felt, it wasn't only due to the quantity of precum that I leaked. She had to be wet and soaked enough to leak some of her own juice. I kept pushing between her thigh gap, rubbing her pussy and perhaps her clit with each stroke. Brit moaned softly and sank her face on my shoulder and began to kiss and lick my neck in between soft moans. I was in heaven. Who would have thought riding a stiff cock between a smooth pair of wet and slippery thighs, and pussy lips could be this blissful? It sure beats tit fucking...