Ostnordia at War - chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Ostnordia at War - chapter 3

... bad part was Father scolding us about getting lost when we finally made it back.

On our second day Anika and I made good time, until the snowfall increased greatly. We could barely see our feet, much less the terrain ahead. We realized we might fall off a cliff or run into trees and get hurt if we kept going.

We built another snow cave, significantly larger than the previous one, since we had plenty of time before dark. The snow stopped as night fell, and the wind got much stronger. By the time we got ready for bed, the temperature had dropped to fifty below.

Even in the cave it was around minus ten, and slowly getting colder. We needed to leave a large enough air hole open to the outside, so we didn’t suffocate, but that let in a lot of the cold.

Anika told me, “You know the best way to stay warm at night. We’ll do it to survive.”

As I joined her in undressing, I said, “Right.” We laid on our sides in just our underwear, with our coats and other clothing piled on top of us, with me spooned behind her.

When we got too cold, she would masturbate as I humped her butt through my shorts. We needed to be careful not to climax or sweat much. Any liquid on our bodies would cool us even more. It was awkward doing that with my sister, but it had been even worse when my brother and I had needed to. Each time we woke up too cold, we repeated our abortive self-arousal sessions, every hour or so.

The heavy snowfall returned in the morning, but it warmed up a little. ...

... Since we couldn’t ski with near-zero visibility, we snowshoed several kilometers then spent half the day ice fishing. We weren’t travelling very fast, but we’d get there if we kept making progress. We built a wall of snow around a small area to block the wind and made a campfire. We shared some dried berries she found and a small fish I had caught for lunch. Anika caught a bigger one later, which we had for supper and breakfast the next morning.

Once the sun went down, it was pitch black in the cave. We only had two candles and didn’t want to waste our precious flashlight batteries. We repeated our earlier activities to keep warm through the night. I was a little surprised when Anika let me reach around her, to help her masturbate.

I’d never seen or felt a female’s private parts before and got very aroused. I lost control of myself and climaxed, squirting semen into my underwear. A lot seeped through, and my sister got wet too.

I sheepishly told her, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to!”

“Darn it, Otto! Take your underwear off and wipe us dry. Quick!”

She took her wet panties off too.

I apologized some more, and she said, “If you can’t control yourself and need to finish, put it in my mouth. We won’t get wet that way.”

“But … but you’re my sister!”

“Your nearly frozen sister! We do what we need to, to stay warm and alive.”

“I guess. Okay.”

She asked, “Who do you think about while we warm up?”

To hide my shame I lied, “Hildi Olsen”. She was a girl I used ...