Blizzard - Sex Stories

Blizzard

... floor to my idea of heaven. She spun around, sliding the coat off her arms complaining “God, my pants are wet! I have to get out of them.” She unfastened the button at her waist as she crossed the room. Racy rummaged around her pack till she found what she was looking for. She pulled down the stiff wet zipper so when she walked past me to the bathroom holding a second pair of pants I could see the lower part of her bared midriff and the top half of her white cotton panties behind the V of the open jeans. My cock lunged as if it were a stallion bolting from a starting gate. The shock of lust hit me square in the balls, I almost groaned from the intensity of it. She had no idea that she came within a microsecond of not making it to the bathroom; I was in serious trouble. I concentrated on not concentrating on the gorgeous young girl for the rest of the afternoon. I was relieved to get her out again when we went to dinner. The snow had dropped off to a few mild flakes but the roads wouldn't be drivable until the next day. We capped the day with pizza then Racy asked me if she could drive my SUV. She'd never driven a 4-wheeler in snow so she wanted to try. I swapped seats with her and off we went, through drifts and down unplowed roads. She slipped, slid, did doughnuts and thoroughly enjoyed herself for almost an hour. As she pulled back into the motel lot she cast a glance at me, “Now, what? I've had a lot of fun today and I can't imagine how boring it's going to be in there ...

... watching TV.” For the second time that day my prick exploded to X-rated sized. I had a hundred ideas on how to have fun for the rest of the night but she was my best friends kid sister, my hands and morals were tied by friendship and responsibility. But that didn't keep my balls from begging. Not only was my libido overreacting, but I was starting to get emotionally attracted to her. I liked being in her company, talking to her. I was expecting conversations with an airhead but she asked me about my job, life and hobbies. It surprised me when she responded with intelligence and insight while we watched World News. She didn't babble about The Bachelor, shopping, boys, or other stereotypical teen girl topics. It was full dark when Racy disappeared into the bathroom with her night clothes in hand. I heard the toilet flushing, the shower running, the hair dryer humming. Thirty minutes after she went in, she came out, freshly scrubbed, scented, combed, and in her pajamas. I took one look and wished I were anywhere else with anybody else. The bottom half of her pjs came only about half way down her long shapely thighs. They snugged nicely around her legs, hips and butt giving my imagination a wild ride as my eyes slalomed over the peaks and valleys of her curves. The top was not much looser, with three buttons holding it closed; the first was far enough down that she showed a lot of firm cleavage; her nipples were clearly outlined under the flannel cloth which was covered with little ...