Skiing, caught in a blizzard, leads to a teen's first dick.
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Are you a fan of Neapolitan ice cream or variety snack packs? If you are like me and enjoy having choices, this story may appeal to you. The story starts with an event, a storm. I give you three versions of what happens by changing the male main character.
The three stories don't fit in a single, neat category. I chose incest as it appears in all three versions. There is nonconsent sex in the third chronicle.
Of course, all characters are over 18.
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Three drunk, twenty-year-old coeds lounged in their dorm room in their sleeping attire, talking, telling stories, playing Truth or Dare, and downing shots of whiskey. Marie said, "I have a good question. Tell us how old you were and whose cock, and by that, I mean a fully erect penis, you first saw and touched."
"That could be two separate incidents," Bev said.
"Yes," Marie answered.
"For me," Julie slurred, "it happened at the same time. I was eighteen, and the cock belonged to my grandfather (or my brother or a stranger)."
"What?" Bev screeched.
"Tell us everything," Marie demanded
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"Grandma, I don't like the look of the sky," Julie said.
The sexagenarian stopped skiing, removed her goggles, and looked at the sky. "It is dark and ominous," she said. "We'd better head back to the cabin."
The cross-country skiers turned around and skied up a small incline as snow started to fall. The pretty, white flakes increased in number, the wind picked up, and the temperature fell.
"Grandma, the snowstorm is turning into a blizzard," the eighteen-year-old said. She sounded scared.
"Yes, we need to get back quickly. The shortest path will take us near the creek so be careful."
The two women slogged through the storm, propelling themselves by using their ski poles. They stopped periodically to clean the snow from their goggles and catch their breath. The old lady used these breaks to confirm that they were on the proper path.
She said, "I think the cabin is on the other side of that hill." She extended her arm and pointed forward and slightly to the right.
Julie pushed off first in that direction. They heard the sound of cracking ice, and the young woman fell ass or teakettle and landed face-first into the icy stream. Her weather-proof clothing ripped and allowed water to get to her inner layers. Her skis came off, and she hit her head on a rock. A trickle of blood ran down the side of her face.
Dottie stepped out of her skis, scrambled to help her granddaughter, and said, "Julie! Are you okay? Oh, no. You're bleeding. You need to get out of the water!"
The teenager was dazed and had trouble standing so Dottie went in the water to help her. "Come on. Let's get to the cabin where we can get warm and dry." She helped her get out of the shallow stream.
"Oh. My head hurts, and I'm cold," Julie said.
Dottie checked the head wound and said, "You hit your head and have a cut on your forehead. It isn't serious, but we need to get to the cabin."
^^The first version - the grandfather^^^
The women walked for twenty minutes to get to the cabin. The conditions were not dire. The air temp was twenty-nine degrees. The wind was blowing at 23 miles per hour which caused small trees to sway.
The problem was Julie was soaking wet. Dottie's exterior clothes had also gotten wet, but, unlike her granddaughter's, they didn't rip and allow the water inside. The clothing next to Dottie's body remained dry.
A large fire was burning in the fireplace and the temperature inside the main room of the cabin was 68 degrees, comfortable for the old man wearing jeans and a cable sweater. It was the best the rustic, old cabin could do on such a cold winter's day.
The door swung open, the women staggered in and fell to the floor.
"Oh, my word! Dottie, what's wrong?" Harold asked.
"Julie fell into a creek. Her clothes are soaked. We need to remove them. I think she's suffering from hypothermia."
Harold rushed over and said, "You're both wet. Dottie, get out of your clothes and warm yourself by the fire. I'll deal with Julie." His slim wife undressed.
Dottie's bronze-colored body had the wrinkles, splotches, and untoned muscles you'd expect of a sixty-five-year-old woman. Her breasts, belly, and her skin, in general, sagged. Her bush was a sparse thatch of wiry gray hairs that couldn't hide her cleft sex.
She went into the bathroom, dried her body, and returned wearing a towel and carrying another towel and a thermometer. She helped her husband undress the teen and they dried her wet body. She draped a towel over her granddaughter.
Julie was everything Dottie wasn't: young, lush, fit, and firm. She had stiff pink nipples on plump, firm breasts that didn't disappear when she lay on her back. The dark hair around her sex was sparse by choice. She trimmed.
"Julie! Julie!" Harold yelled.
"Mmmm," she mumbled. Her eyes were closed. Her skin was cold and her body was limp.
Dottie grabbed the young woman's wrist and checked her pulse. She said, "This isn't good. Her breathing is slow and shallow. Her pulse is weak. While we were walking, she was shivering, her teeth chattered, and when I talked to her, she was confused. Now she's cold and unresponsive. I suspect that her body temperature has fallen too low."
Harold, who was a big man, scooped up the slight teenager and said, "Run a hot bath. That'll warm her up."
"No. If she has hypothermia, we can't heat her quickly. When your organs are stressed by the cold, a sudden immersion in hot water could cause more damage and, possibly, a heart attack."
Harold gave his wife a confused look and asked, "What do we do?"
"Put her down," the retired nurse said. He did. "Touch her feet," she said. "See how cold they are? In an attempt to keep her brain and vital organs warm, blood flow to her arms and legs has decreased.
"If we rapidly warm her, the blood vessels throughout her body will dilate, and the cold blood in her extremities will flow to her brain and heart and that isn't a good thing."
"So what do we do?" the concerned grandfather asked as he knelt beside his naked granddaughter.
"We warm her slowly, but before we start let's determine how bad off she is. We need to know if this is a 'sit by the fire under a blanket' thing or more serious. Roll her over onto her stomach. I need to take her temperature."
