I guess the holidays could have been worse. I was trying to prove I didn't need anyone's help anymore and refused the offers of plane tickets my parents made. My old car had never been good on snow, and I had not expected a blizzard that started after I left work. I mean if my parents hadn't insisted on us spending holidays up at their lake cabin, I would have been fine. I had driven through the small town they still lived in a good hour ago without any problems. That stupid dirt road to the lake though, that was just too much for my car. At least it wasn't far to walk to the cabin. Of course, it was freaking cold, but hopefully my parents cooked or something.
I couldn't feel my toes and my fingers had long been numb by the time I saw the cabin. I said a silent thank god as I saw the smoke coming from the chimney. I picked up the pace and soon was at the cabin. It was a nice log building, with two bedrooms and a large open room that was for everything except sleeping. Back when I was younger, we spent most of our summers up here. I opened the door and walked in.
I didn't see mom or dad, just my little sister and her 'friend' Stephanie cuddled up under some blankets in front of the fireplace. I don't know if dad really thought they were friends, I know my mom knew better. She had walked in on the two of them back in their senior year.
My sister Molly looked up, "Hey Brad, I didn't hear you pull up." Steph just giggled.
"Yeah yeah, where's mom and dad?" I started pulling off my freezing wet shoes and jacket.
"They called from the airport, their flight is delayed, looks like they won't make it until tomorrow." Molly smiled, "They said they were sorry and maybe you had the right idea driving."
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the stove. It was ice cold, far be it for Molly to cook anything. Mom and dad had been out visiting with his parents before Christmas and were supposed to have flown into the local airport this morning. I started the stove up to heat up some water for coffee. "Well driving my car was a stupid idea; I'm stuck in the ditch a few miles up the lake road."
Steph sat up and looked over the back of the couch, "You had to walk?"
I shrugged, "Yeah." She was cute, but then most Nineteen-year-old blondes were cute if you ask me.
"You poor thing," She started to walk over towards me, "Your clothes are soaking wet."
Molly just wrinkled her nose at Steph, flicking her brown hair back behind her shoulder, "I suppose you left everything back at the car."
I rolled my eyes, I knew what she wanted, "Yeah I was such an ass I didn't lug two cases of beer with me. You want it, you go get it, but get my stuff too or you can't have any."
Now both Steph and Molly had been on the cross-country ski team in high school, so either of them could get to the car in very little time. Me? Well let's just say me on skis is not a pretty sight.
"I'll dig through your dad's stuff, Molly, and find something for him, why don't you go get the stuff."
Molly muttered something and started to grab her ski gear. Steph lead the way back to the bedroom that my parents always claimed when we were up here, "I think your dad has some stuff back here."
The bed was littered with wrapping paper and boxes when I got to the room. Evidently, Molly and Steph had been exchanging gifts already. I glanced over the bed, "You better hide that stuff before my mom and dad get here." There were lacy little bits of clothing everywhere, reds, blacks, and whites all surrounded by a sea of pink tissue paper.
Steph giggled, "Yeah we made a little mess. You'd better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold though." She turned and leaned over to search the dresser for clothes. As she kneeled down, I could distinctly see the bright red lacy thong she was wearing. Now she had a nice ass. Muscular but not too muscular, still that nice feminine softness to it.
I pulled off the sweatshirt I was wearing and tossed it over in the corner of the room and sat down on the bed to pull off my wet socks. I got one sock off then when I moved to pull the other one off; something started making a noise on the bed like a pager or phone going off. I reached around to figure out whose it was when my hand found a very non-pager shaped item. Steph's cheeks had turned beat red as the blonde looked at me. "Yeah we really need to hide that stuff."
I held up the dark purple vibrator, "I didn't think you two liked anything this shape." I smiled at how uncomfortable Steph looked. Now she was three years younger than I was and had been late to develop so I had never really looked at her too much, except as my sister's ever present girlfriend. When she licked her lips though, my idea of her as the innocent started to change.
She walked over to me, "Well I like things that shape just fine, and it's your sister that could take it or leave it. Want to see what else she gave me?"
Without waiting for any reply from me, she pulled off her sweater. She had a bright red bra on, the same color as the thong I had glimpsed earlier. "Isn't it cute?" She ran her hands along the sides of her breasts as she turned around so I could get a good view of the font and back.
"Uh yeah." I wasn't the most articulate person ever as my sister's girlfriend did a little show for me.
