Storm Days - Sex Stories

Storm Days

... without power, but there was no danger of pipes and things freezing. I started a fire in the fireplace, and soon had had it going. "Yes, we have fire." I announced to the world. I sat and watched the fire for a bit. The hardwood chunks burned brightly. It took a little while but there was soon a nice bed of coals. I laid another piece on the fire, and went out to the shed with a lantern, and returned with a couple of sticks. Vicky looked at me and said "It's been awhile since we had those out." I said "The stove won't work without power, so I am roasting weiners for hotdogs." She followed me into the kitchen. I got some weiners and said to her "You look after some condiments, and I will cook you one." Vicky just said "Deal." I roasted weiners, and we had a picnic supper by the fireplace. After the main course, we roasted marshmellows. Vicky really likes them, while I ate a couple. Once supper was over, we just laid around and watched the fire. I was reading some by lamp light, and Vicky was dozing off some. The evening went by pretty quickly and about ten thirty, I went upstairs and found the sl**ping bag. It was a big, old double bag, and I went back downstairs. The house had cooled off considerably. Once back by the fire, I put the cushions from one sofa on the floor and spread the sl**ping bag out on them. Vicky was waking up and she said "What are you doing?" I said "The house is getting cold, so I plan on sl**ping by the fire. You should think of doing the same." She ...

... just looked at me and nodded. But she did not move. When I was upstairs, I had put a pair of my boxer shorts that I use for PJs on under my jeans, so I proceeded to slip under the cover of my sl**ping bag, and with a little fumbling I soon pulled my jeans out. Then it was my shirt and socks. I was now ready for sl**p. I had on my boxers and a t-shirt. Vicky went upstairs, and she was soon back. She said "It is cool up there." She did not have any blankets or anything with her. She looked at me, and said "I can't find the other sl**ping bag, how about I crawl in with you. It will be warmer that way anyway." I must have looked surprised, because she said "I won't bite you." I just lay there thinking. I was a couple of weeks past my s*******nth birthday. Vicky was a year older than me. She was about five foot four, and very shapely. I figured this should be interesting, but said "Ya, I guess it would be O.K." She laughed and said "Good, I'm too lazy to make up a bed anyway." She stood there, and slipped her jeans off. Then her sweater and socks. She was sideways to me, so I did not have any good looks. She then slid in beside me, wearing her panties and a t-shirt. She took the side by the fire. I said to her "Don't cover up yet, I better stoke the fire." I loaded up the fire, then crawled back in. She quickly pulled the covers up around us. I said "Who said you could have the fire side?" She just smiled and said "Ladies choice?" I just gave a resigned shrug. She then surprised me ...