Hidden In The Snow Ch 02

Dear readers,

I would like to thanks you all for the encouraging and favorable words I had received through the comments section or by PM for the first chapter of Hidden in the Snow.

Also, I would like to apologies for the ridiculous long delay between chapters. I truly tried to publish this quicker, but, you know, sometimes life just gets in your way.

Thankfully the long wait is over. If you haven't read it already, I would suggest starting from chapter one as it is essential for understanding the story.

Any comment is, as always, more than welcome.

Funtoppings.

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They once had a snowstorm as horrible as this one. It was the Christmas family vacation circa '04. Julie's dad had told her at the time that the two greatest comforts on a stormy night were: heating and a TV with a good reception. Tonight, Julie was enjoying both. Sure, the pictures on the TV screen were a little grainy and sometimes they faded out to snow and then snapped back even more muddled than before , but it was still watchable - even in Julie's half-fuddled state.

"This one is for you, Newmie," Julie raised her champagne flute and toasted Paul Newman, whose one of his classics played on the TCM channel.

On top of the coffee table was one of the champagne bottles Krystal had brought; it was near empty. Beside it was a wine bottle - taken out of the fridge with the cork-sealing foil still intact - half drained. After an hour of solid drinking there wasn't much sorrow in Julie any more. All of it was drowned by a sea of bubbles and a rich flavor of ripe Muscat grapes. The heat coming from the fireplace only added to her buzz.

She downed another glass and threw her head back on the couch. A weird drunken smile dawned on her face. Her eyelids were heavy, yet the rest of her body was so light it floated. She didn't even notice Bailey coming down the stairs.

The young eighteen-year-old wore black spandex shorts and a two sizes too big high-school jersey, which would have easily hidden any sign of a chest if it wasn't for Bailey's ample figure.

"Jules?" Bailey approached her cousin tentatively.

"Bailey!" Julie threw her hands up in the air, excitement in her voice. "What up, coz? Come on sit, pour yourself a glass, don't be shy now."

Bailey sat next to her cousin. A line of concern delved between her eyebrows; it looked out of place on her young features.

"Hey, are you okay, Jules? You look kinda' wasted."

"Wasted?" Julie tucked her chin and snickered. "No, no, no, I'm pretty cool. I'm really cool, in fact."

Bailey stared at her cousin and then glanced at the half-empty bottles of booze on the table. She didn't think Julie looked terribly sloshed, but it certainly sounded like Julie was in good spirits and Bailey was sure the alcohol had something to do with that. After all, how else could she explain Julie's excitement in seeing her after all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours?

Earlier in the day, around four o'clock in the afternoon - while Julie was looking for a nice quiet place to catch lunch, and Debra was walking and chewing over what had transpired in her sister's bedroom - Krystal walked into Bailey's room with one of her midday cravings. Bailey was used to it, and most of the times her mother didn't even have to say explicitly that she wanted sex; it was plainly written in the glimmer of her eyes and wanting smile.

"The Black King?" Baileys had asked her mother, who stood at her doorstep in bra and panties, holding a black strap-on between her fingers.

"The Black King," Krystal agreed with a grin.

"I'll bring the lube."

The Black King, otherwise known as the Anal-Only Dildo, was one of Krystal's favorite toys in the pack. It was a large one, and Krystal never used it on her daughter. She felt Bailey was too young and inexperienced to experiment with anal penetration, especially from a device as big and unyielding as the Black King. She, however, absolutely

loved

it.

"I got something to tell you, Bai," Krystal told her daughter as she crashed on the bed and removed her undergarments."Your aunt Debra stopped by my room this morning. And, boy, did we have quite the talk..."

At that moment Krystal told Bailey about Julie catching them having sex, and how she had confessed to her mother about it. She also told her about the sexual encounter she shared with Debra.

And later on in the night, minutes after the date had changed on the calendar, Krystal brought to Bailey's attention the fresh news of all that had occurred between Julie and her mom. She explained that in a moment of weakness - though she could hardly blame her - Debra had tried to seduce Julie, which, unfortunately, backfired. She then politely asked Bailey to spend the night in her room and refrain from going downstairs, as per Debra's request. Bailey had only offered her mother a tightlipped smile of agreement.

"Hey, you know who else is cool?" Julie asked as she swayed in her seat.

Bailey paused, drew a nervous breath, and opened her mouth: "What? Oh, no. Who?"

For a moment there, Bailey was positive that Julie wasn't going to answer her. Worse, she was sure that Julie was going to smack her instead. She wasn't sure why she felt like that, but there was a slightly uneasy shift in Julie's demeanor; it was like her sparkling sapphire eyes suddenly turned into cold little ice pebbles.

"Why, Cool Hand Luke of course!" Julie finally said and burst into a hysterical laughter.

Bailey politely smiled at her cousin in a manner she would smile to a person turning mad before her eyes. "Cool Hand... who?"

"Cool Hand Luke!" Julie pointed at the television. "Paul Newman? Cool Hand Luke? Come on, it's one of my all-time favorite movies."

Bailey looked at the TV screen and was even more perplexed than before. She wasn't sure who this Paul Newman fellow was but she nodded her head with understanding - the fake kind.

"Oh, you don't know good movies, Bai," Julie waved her off. "All you watch is those ditzy comedy flicks. Unless, of course, you have your head tucked between your mother's legs, in that case you probably can't watch squat..."

And there it was - the underlying truth, coming from the mouth like a screaming bullet. Truth that poked a hole so great in Julie's belly, some stuff just had to spill out.

Bailey quietly nodded. She was a little timid before, but now that the bullet had been fired at her, she felt perfectly fine; because she was fine with the truth. And she also came downstairs for a reason, so there was no holding back on this one.

"That's right, me and Ma' have sex. I know you saw us. I'm fine with it."

"Fine with me," Julie snorted blankly and picked up an empty glass. She studied its curves with her eyes. "I don't care," she added bleakly.

Bailey dragged her bum on the couch and inched closer to Julie."I know I'm just eighteen, but Christ, Jules, sex with a woman, especially an older one, it's just something... out of this world, you know." Her hand dropped on Julie's bare portion of the thigh.

The twenty-two-year-old pretended not to notice and kept staring vacantly at her empty glass. Inside, her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. Sweat had formed on her brow and hands. Even her alcohol buzz was slowly drifting away.

"I know what people think: mother and daughter, how wrong it is and how... I don't know, yucky it is. But you know what - screw those people." Bailey's chestnut eyes blazed with excitement. "I have sex that is unimaginable for most people. I have friends who have sex; I read about it everywhere and no one... nothing that I've heard or read even comes close to what I feel when I have it with mom. I have sex that is nothing short of a fantasy. I mean... its fucking out of this world, Jules!"

"Yeah... I bet," Julie muttered to her glass.

Bailey leaned closer to her cousin; her large breasts swayed under her loose shirt and grazed Julie's arm. The young laws student suspected her cousin was not wearing a bra underneath.

"Don't you also wanna know how it feels?" Bailey spoke, her breath landing in warm circles over Julie's neck. "Forget what other people might think, forget everything. It's nobody here but us girls. We are like literally snowed-in and hidden from society; it's the perfect time and place for experiments. No one needs to know."

Julie didn't reply. She didn't say anything, but just kept staring through her glass. Her cousin's hand was still on her thigh and it was rubbing it by that point. The sweet fragrance of coconut and honey emanated from the young girl's long hazel hair and it enveloped around Julie like the heat from the fireplace. She suddenly felt very sober and very immobile, as if she was trapped by Bailey's words.

"Mom told me that

your

mom just made a move on you and you totally blew her off. Now why on earth would you do that? Aunt Deb is so fine-lookin'. I'll be honest; sometimes I masturbate at night while fantasizing about your mother. Hell, I spent many nights fantasizing about you, sweet cousin. I dreamed about us lying naked together, kissing each other; both on the lips and down

there

. I even dreamed of maybe using on you one of those big rubber toys that mom had bought. And then you could use it on me. I'm young, but I'm good. No man can give you an orgasm like I can. I promise you, after me, you'll be swearing off men for life, just give me a chance. What do you say, College Girl? Would you give me a chance?"

Julie said nothing. And that included not blowing Bailey off either. She allowed the words to trickle into her consciousness and digest. And she was surprised to find out that her brain had opened a new department where such unimaginable thoughts were welcomed and even considered.

Bailey took the glass from Julie's hand and put it aside on the table. Her other hand was no longer just rubbing Julie's thigh, but it was massaging it in a very intimate and inviting manner. She came down for a reason and that reason was about to unfold.

Bailey leaned forward, and even though Julie was well aware that a kiss was coming, she made no attempts to recoil, nor could she. She felt as if something in her mechanism had gone frozen, as if she had been rendered motionless by a spell.

Their young lips pressed against each other. For the first few seconds - though it felt much longer - the kiss was passionless and cold. Julie's face was stiff as a statue, her arctic lips unwilling to cooperate. But then it changed; suddenly, Bailey's tongue slipped in, sliding in between a cautious pair of lips, and claimed Julie's mouth as her own. Then Julie inched her tongue forward, hankering for just a tiny curious taste of her cousin. And a few seconds later, their mouths melted together and their wet tongues stroked each other with the type of passion that is reserved for first-times. And this

was

Julie's first-time; her first truly romantic kiss with a female.

At that moment, Julie felt her heart growing larger with each noticeable thud. It felt like being reborn.

What am I doing?

Julie thought.

This is Bailey. This is my cousin. Hell, this is a person I always saw as my little sister!

She questioned her sobriety; maybe she was drunker than she thought. But a calm voice in her head told her:

You're not drunk at all

. And slowly she began to realize that the kiss felt wonderful, and that Bailey felt good in her mouth, just like she had imagined. And she had imagined it; there was no point in denying it any longer. She had imagined kissing all of them since last night: Bailey, Krystal, but most of all - her mom. She spent the entire day trying to shake those thoughts from her head, pretending she was appalled by them. But every time she had those thoughts, her knees grew a little weaker, her heart pumped a little faster, and even her pussy became a little wetter.

"

Mmmmm

..." Bailey unlocked her lips from her cousin's, and swept her tongue over her moist overlip. "You taste like sweet wine, my child," She said, giggling. Then she grabbed the lower hem of her jersey and took off her shirt, revealing she was, in fact, not wearing a bra.

The sight that Julie saw would forever be treasured in her memory. Those spectacular large breasts looked so unique and magnificent. Julie suspected that they were the things that men dream about at night before they create a hot line of jizz in their underwear. However, she was no man, and yet she was aroused by the sight just the same.

"You like?" Bailey asked with a devilish smile, which made her look a little bit like her mother. She leaned forward and arched her back like a cat, both her glorious tits rising up, projecting proudly from her small delicate frame.

The young law student was completely flustered; she wanted to do something - something outrageously deviant - to that gorgeous pair but felt apprehensive to do so.

Bailey read the hesitation on Julie's face. "It's okay, you can touch." She gently grabbed Julie by the wrists of her hands and guided them to the swell of her bosom. Julie's immense feeling of doing something deviant magnified at the touch.

Julie marveled at the size of the chest as her hands moved around the curvature of the breasts, caressing them with the softness of a feather. She found herself once more amazed at how this tiny body was able to support such a prodigious bust.

"It's okay Jules, you can suck them. I know you want to. Don't give it much thought." And as if her words of encouragement weren't enough, Bailey grabbed Julie by the back of her head and slowly pressed it against her chest.

It only took a gentle graze from the tip of the nipple over her lip to make Julie suckle on her cousin's voluptuous boobs. Her tongue, suddenly feeling very invigorated, twirled around the already growing nipple in clockwise rotations. Bailey hummed in approval. She nursed on the tit like a hungry child from its mother. Then, the thought of sucking her own mother crossed her mind; a thought which an hour ago would have completely terrified her.

"God, your pretty good at this," Bailey said and planted a wet one on Julie's lips. "Now let's get you outta those clothes, cuz I'm betting your pussy is like on fire right about now."

Julie cleared her dry throat, which burned red with shame. Bailey was right; her pussy was eagerly dripping by that point.

Bailey stripped Julie of her white camisole and then slipped off her pink pair of shorts, leaving Julie's heart-throbbing body veiled only by a bright lacey bra and a snowy-white pair of panties.

They were nearing the moment of truth and Julie recognized it, still feeling fantastically anxious. The air froze in her lungs, her muscles drew taut, anticipation sang in her veins. When Bailey grabbed at the waistband of the panties, Julie clutched her shaky hands around her cousin's wrists with a final act of indecision.

"C'mon, Jules, relax. I can see the wet spot in your panties from here. I can see in your eyes how much you want it. Let me do this for you. And for me..."

"What if... what if someone comes downstairs?"

"No one will come downstairs. Your mother still thinks your upset and she specifically requested me and my mother to stay upstairs tonight and let you be. Honestly."

"Oh... so what exactly are you doing down here then?"

Bailey grinned slyly. "You know me. I never listen."

Julie smiled at that answer, nodding her head in agreement. Finally, she released her grip from her cousin's wrists, submitting to her desires.

Bailey swiftly tore the panties from Julie's body, unveiling the fresh cunt before her voracious eyes. She swallowed hard as her skin trembled and her eyes widened at the glorious sight. The young, clean shaven pussy throbbed with eagerness.

"Your pussy..." Bailey hypnotically whispered, administering a kiss fraught with lust and awe to the rosy flesh, as if she had kissed the most coveted trophy in the world. "It's beautiful!" She said, and burrowed her face between the ivory thighs.

Julie writhed with pleasure on the couch. The young tongue swept across the seam of her pussy and immediately drove her into new realms of bliss. Once the tongue delved further in, it wondered freely inside, hardly allowing the narrow walls to contain its hunger. Julie's legs jerked until they eventually grew useless like the rest of her body. The shock of having her most lustful needs taken care of by her sprightly cousin, surprisingly, added fire to her excitement.

Bailey hummed manically like a rabid animal as she worked her skilled tongue inside Julie, who was moaning heartily by that point.

"God, Jules, you taste so freaking awesome! Like the best pussy I had in my life!"

Julie couldn't muster enough strength to reply. It was like a dream that is so fantastically amazing you simply want to scream with joy but you find your jaws locked and your voice muted.

Bailey crawled on top of her until their faces paralleled. Their young bodies, filmed with sweat, pressed against each other. They shared a look, one that was long and absorbing; Bailey through her large chestnut eyes and Julie through her bright sapphires. They studied each other's faces as they were suddenly swept by memories of childhood: birthdays, holidays, playing with dolls, helping with homework, going to the mall. And somehow it all came down to this moment; naked and vulnerable in each other's arms. Electric energy surged through their bodies as they watched one another. Bailey lowered her head and presses her lips with Julie's for one more memorable taste. This time a much more drawn out and sultry kiss, and they only detached once they became breathless.

"You like the way you taste, dear?" Bailey whispered.

Julie nodded. She had tasted the creamy new texture on Bailey's tongue, and for the first time in her life she was able to assign a flavor for sex. She never imagined how sweet and wonderful her fluids tasted, and hopefully, soon enough, she would be able to taste Bailey as well. Just the thought of it made her mouth contract and fill with saliva.

Bailey continued kissing Julie; on the lips, on the chin, on her neck. Her kisses fell lower on the body each time. Once she reached Julie's chest, she kissed the black lace that covered her cousin's shapely pair of breasts. She violently bit on the front clasp of the bra, tugged it with her seething teeth, and growled.

"Are you mad?" Julie laughed heartily, a vibrating and infectious sound.

"A little bit." Bailey smiled mischievously. She then unhooked the bra in a more reserved manner.

There was as much excitement in Bailey staring down at her cousin's bare breasts as there was in Julie staring at hers. She always found Julie to have a perfectly sculptured body, and being able to watch it unveiled was a gift she treasured.

Julie moaned with delight as her nipples erected and changed color, a much darker one, under the care of her cousin's warm mouth. It was a brand new territory of pleasure which she had never experienced. She hugged her cousin closely and acceptance of this new reality settled on her much quicker than she would have thought.

"You like your nipples now?" Bailey said with a grin as she grabbed Julie by her breasts and squashed them close together, rushing hot blood to their white domes. The nipples bulged explosively under Julie's watchful eyes. She was amazed at how swollen they became, like fresh rose buds.

Bailey fondled Julie's ivory cheek; there was love in her stroke. "I think I need to taste your pussy again. Is it okay? Can I do it?"

Julie kissed her cousin's loving hand. "Only if you'll allow me to do the same for you."

"Mmmm... I think we can arrange that," Bailey said, and grinned with that devious smile of hers. She stepped off the couch and rapidly removed her shorts and panties. Her pussy was young and smoothly shaven; her pink nether lips glistened even in the half-darkness of the dimly lit room.