When a step mother and step son spin out and land in a snow drift, they find themselves stuck in their car miles from civilization and trapped in the growing, gnawing cold. Just how far are they willing to go to keep from freezing to death, trapped under a blanket of snow?
This story is intended for mature audiences only, and features scenes of step mother/step son sex, oral, cuddling for warmth and m/f sex, and is 4000 words in length.
“We need to huddle together for warmth,” I said. “Let’s move to the backseat at least. Keep each other warm as long as we can.”
I heard him shift, and saw his shadow climb into the backseat. No complaint. Well, that was good, at least. Once he was settled, I slid into the back beside him. Our arms and bodies entwined, his heat melding into me. His head pressed against my chest, just above my breasts, and I held him close as the heat in the car slowly dwindled away.
I could feel his breath on my neck, and it was starting to drive me mad. Every second that we spent entwined together kept us alive, but it drove my need, my desire to new heights. Maybe it was the cold affecting my mind, but it was getting harder and harder to keep thoughts of Jim from my mind, from the warmth pressed against me, from the closeness of his body. The cold nibbled at us as we rocked together gently, until finally I felt myself speaking in the darkness.
“We need to do more,” I said, voice shaky with anticipation. Need. I almost no longer cared about survival, but about the next few moments. Everything else was secondary. I felt Jim stir against me, further inflaming my desire, and I could feel his questioning in his movements. “Skin to skin. It’s how they do it for freezing victims.”
There was a long pause. I held my breath.
“That’s true,” Jim admitted.
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Published November 23, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.