When I was 18 and a senior in high school, my looks substantially improved. Contacts replaced my glasses and the braces came off, revealing perfectly straight pearly whites. My figure filled out, too; seemingly overnight, I gained the ripe curves of a sexy young woman.
By then, though, Jake wasn’t around much and didn’t seem to notice. He was mostly out of state, living the dream of a football scholarship. Since he had gone off to college nearly two years ago, we had slowly grown apart. I missed the bond we used to have, which is probably why I agreed to go four-wheeling in a snowstorm – just the two of us.
We could have died that day in the snow. Instead, we rekindled the bond we once shared. And while I didn’t lose my life, I did lose something else. I lost my virginity to my brother.
***
“C’mon, Krista, it’ll be fun, I promise!” Jake’s persistence was wearing me down, even though I didn’t think it was a good idea to take his Jeep out, especially with our parents were gone for the weekend.
But winter break was almost over and we hadn’t spent much time together. This was probably my last real chance to hang out with him before he went back to college early next week. “I don’t know, Jake. The weather guy said there’s a winter storm warning for the Cascade foothills.”
“Those weather losers don’t know their heads from their asses. They never get the forecast right.”
“Yeah, but even the National Weather Service is predicting snow.” I was beginning to waiver, but wasn’t quite ready to give up the fight.
“That’s what four-wheel-drive is for,” Jake said, doing his best to convince me to go along. “Besides, Erik and I have taken the Jeep in the snow lots of times and we’ve never gotten stuck. And I know the trails like the back of my hand.” Erik was Jake’s best friend from high school and the one who had monopolized his time over the break.
“I don’t know, Jake . . .”
“Fuck it, then. I’m going without you.” Jake grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
I knew this was just another tactic for manipulating me into doing what he wanted, but the only thing that scared me more than getting stuck in the snow with Jake was Jake getting stranded all alone.
“Wait!” I called and he stopped, almost like he was anticipating my response. “If it means that much to you, I’ll go. But let me throw some snacks together first.”
We drove most of the way to the foothills without talking, the blasting stereo drowning out any possibility of conversation. I didn’t mind, though. This is what we liked to do, chilling out to the music, just being together.
By the time we reached 1,000 feet of elevation, precipitation was falling, a rain-snow mix that was quickly turning to just snow. When the temperature really started falling and big, fat flakes started sticking to the trees, I got nervous.
I turned down the music and Jake glanced my way. “I think we should turn back,” I said.
“Are you fucking kidding me? We’ve been driving for an hour and we’re almost to the good off-road trails.”
“But the snow is starting to stick.”
“Barely. Besides, when did you turn into such a chicken shit?” That was another manipulation tactic by Jake. He knew I had always been a scaredy cat, the timid one afraid to take a chance. That’s probably why I was still a virgin. I was too scared to let a guy get in my pants!
“Fine,” I said. “But if something happens, I’m totally going to say I told you so!” We laughed then, and I turned the music back up, dancing as well as I could with the seat belt fastened around my curves.
Chapter 2
By the time we reached the trails, the snow was falling hard and quickly piling up. But Jake’s Jeep kept climbing higher and higher, up and over each deep, snow-filled rut without a single slip. I held on to the roll bars as we bumped along, laughing like the good old days.
“Hey,” I yelled over the music, tugging on Jake’s sleeve, “I need to pee.”
“Yeah, me too.” He found a place to park and we got out to stretch our legs, eventually going in opposite directions to take care of business. When we got back to the Jeep, I got out the snacks and sodas I brought.
“This is fun,” I said, as we munched. “I’m glad you talked me into coming along. I’ve missed spending time with you.”
Jake pretended to sucker-punch my gut. “Now whose turn is it to say I told you so?”
I rolled my eyes like the girl that I was and he smiled before reaching down and scooping up a handful of snow with his bare hands. “Snowball fight!” he yelled, throwing the loosely packed ball at my chest where it landed with a gentle thud.
Screaming, I ran around to the other side of the Jeep, making my own snowballs and hurling them his way. Like usual, my snowballs mostly missed their intended target, while Jake pummeled me with direct hits until I was begging for him to stop.
“No more! Please! Stop!” He was chasing me now and I tried to take cover in the trees. But before I could take cover, I tripped, landing face first in the newly fallen snow. Jake, who was following close behind, landed on top of me, taking one final handful of snow and shoving it down my neck. This was always how he ended one of our snowball fights.
“Let me go!” I screamed, wriggling beneath him, trying to get away. But it was no use, he had me pinned.
“Say uncle,” Jake teased.
“Fuck you!”
“Ooooh, big words from such a little girl.”
I managed to flip over onto my back, hoping to get enough leverage to push him off or knee him in the balls. But when we were finally face to face, something strange happened; my urge to fight instantly deflated. I was suddenly very aware of how our hot breath mixed with the cold air and how it felt to have the entire length of our bodies pressed together.
After a moment, where time seemed to stand still, Jake got off me and offered me his hand. “We should head back now,” he said, his mood still light, but somehow different. “It’ll be dark in a couple hours.” We brushed off the excess snow and got back in the Jeep.
“Crank up the heat, I’m cold,” I said, rubbing my red hands together and blowing into them in an effort to warm them up. But when he turned the key in the ignition, nothing happened. “C’mon Jake, quit playing around. I’m cold.”
“I’m not playing, Krista,” he said, wiggling the key and the gearshift. “It won’t start.”
“Why not?” I asked, a stupid question considering the situation.
“I don’t fucking know!” The terse tone in Jake’s voice made me bite my tongue to keep from saying something else that would only make matters worse. “Shit,” he said, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. “I left the lights on. The battery’s dead.”
“After one hour?” That didn’t seem long enough to drain a vehicle battery, even to a non-mechanical person like me.
“I’ve been having trouble with it holding a charge. I planned to get a new one when I was home for the summer.”
“Great. Now what are we gonna to do?”
“Walk to the main road and hope that someone comes by and picks us up.”
I looked around at the snow, which was falling a lot harder now. We were miles from the main road. “You’re kidding, right?”
“We can’t stay here, Krista. We’ll freeze to death.”
“We’ll freeze to death out there,” I said, pointing to the near-blizzard conditions and silently kicking myself for not packing warmer gear, more snacks – and a blanket.
“You know, I kind of remember stumbling across an old hunting cabin last summer when Erik and I came up here. I don’t think it’s very far.”
“Can you find it in the snow?”
“Maybe.”
That’s not the response I was hoping for. “Maybe?”
“What do you want me to say,” he was clearly irritated. “Absolutely, no problem?”
“Yes,” I said softly, blinking back the tears that had gathered in the corners of my eyes.
“Shit. D
on’t cry, Krista. Look, I’m pretty sure I can find the cabin. But we need to get moving before it gets dark. Okay?”
I sniffed. “Okay.”
Getting out of the Jeep again, we were blasted by snow carried on an icy cold wind. Filled with dread, I finally started to cry. My fear of being stranded was now a reality and it was too much for me to handle. I turned away from Jake, trying to hide my tears. But I soon felt his strong arms pull me against his chest.
“I’m scared, Jake,” I whispered in a ragged, tear-choked voice.
“It’s going to be okay, Krista. I’ll take care of you.” I clung to him while he stroked my wet hair with one hand and used the other to draw comforting circles around my back. Even through our bulky Jackets I could feel the heat from his body and I pressed myself into his warmth.
We stood that way for a few minutes as I fought to control my emotions. As my tears subsided, I felt something hard against my abdomen. When I realized what it was, I pushed away from Jake in disgust. “Gross! I can’t believe you’re turned on by this situation – by me! You are such a pervert!”
Jake shrugged, and a goofy smile spread across his face. “What can I say? I’m a 20-year old guy. I get turned on by pretty much everything.”
“But I’m your sister!” I wrapped my arms around my chest, partly to hold in Jake’s warmth, which was quickly fading, and partly to shield myself from the odd and unfamiliar tingling I was feeling. A tingling that made my nipples harden inside my Jacket and made heat erupt between my cold legs.
“Only by marriage,” Jake said casually as he looked me up and down. “Besides, sis, you’re looking pretty hot these days.”
I blushed, realizing that he had noticed my changing appearance after all. “Well, keep it in your pants, horn-boy,” I said, catching on to Jake’s attempt at lightening the somber mood. “And figure out a way to get us out of this mess!”
Chapter 3
I’m not sure how long we had been walking, but it was almost dark and we were both soaking wet. “Does anything look familiar?” I asked, trying not to lose hope.
“Actually, it does. Look, through the trees. Do you see that chimney sticking up?” I didn’t, but nodded yes anyway. “Let’s go!” Jake grabbed my frigid hand and half-dragged me toward the chimney he saw.
When I finally saw the cabin in a small clearing ahead, I started crying again. This time, my tears were from relief. “You found it!”
“Was there ever any doubt?” Jake said with his normal cockiness.
“Only for a minute,” I admitted, helping him push open the weather-swollen door. Inside, the cabin was small, but relatively clean. Sparsely furnished, it contained only a futon couch, a small dining table with two chairs and a rickety wooden coffee table. A door led to a closet-size bathroom with a toilet and a small sink. There was a tiny kitchenette with another small sink and a portable camp stove on the counter.
“There’s running water,” Jake said after testing the kitchen faucet. “But it’s only cold. Must be hooked up to a well.” In one corner of the cabin was a well-stocked fireplace. After stripping out of his wet clothes and down to his boxers, he went about starting a fire while I stood in the middle of the room, shivering and paralyzed from the cold.
When the flames were finally crackling, Jake looked my way. What he saw must have scared him because he took my hand and pulled me toward the fire. “You need to get out of these wet clothes, sis,” he said, undressing me like a child as my teeth chattered.
Under normal circumstances, I would have been embarrassed to have Jake see me in nothing but my skimpy push-up bra and thong panties. But these were not normal circumstances and my only concern at the moment was getting warm.
Jake nudged me closer to the fire. “I’m going to look around and see what kind of supplies there are.”
The heat from the flames was beginning to penetrate my dazed feeling. Turning my back to the fire, I watched as my brother combed through the various cupboards, eventually finding some old bedding, a few cans of soup, candles, a flashlight and a bottle of cheap whiskey. After wrapping a light blanket around my shoulders, Jake took a swig of the whiskey before handing it to me.
“I don’t drink,” I said, which was the truth. While most kids my age liked to party, I didn’t like the way drugs and alcohol affected my judgment.
“This would be a good time to start,” Jake replied. “Seriously, try it. It will warm you up from the inside out.”
Putting the bottle to my lips, I tilted my head back and let the burning liquid slide down my throat. “That is nasty!” I choked.
“Yeah, but I bet you’re feeling warmer already.”
I was. Between the fire and the liquor, I was feeling warmer – and a lot calmer too. I took another drink before handing the bottle back to Jake.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“Get set up for the night and hunker down until the snowstorm passes.”
“What should I do?”
“Why don’t you lay out our clothes so they can dry. I’m going to see if there’s any more usable wood outside.”
Dropping the blanket, I did as directed, bending and stooping without realizing how much skin I was flashing Jake’s way as I arranged our clothes near the fire. When I caught him staring at me, my eyes traveled down his strong torso to the tent protruding from his boxers. He was aroused again.
I’m not sure if it was from the fire, the whiskey or Jake’s heated gaze, but I suddenly felt hot all over. Knowing that my brother was turned on by my body wasn’t grossing me out now. In fact, I kind of liked it and had the surprising urge to strip down to nothing while he watched. Instead, I used my hands to cover what skin I could.
“Weren’t you going to look for wood?” I asked.
“Uh, I think I have wood already,” he responded, pointing to his very apparent erection.
“You really are a pervert!” I laughed, tossing Jake his wet jacket.
While he foraged for wood, I lit the candles and dragged the futon closer to the fire. The bedding was old, but appeared to be clean. Overall, it wouldn’t be the worse way to spend the night in a snowstorm. In fact, with the warm glow from the candles and the crackling heat from the fire, the cabin was feeling pretty cozy.
“Are you hungry?” I asked when Jake was done stacking wood. “I could heat up some of that soup.”
“You can’t use that stove inside and the weather is too shitty now to take it outside. What if we just finish off those snacks you brought and have a little more of that whiskey.” We sat on the futon bed and finished off the chips and cookies, taking turns sipping from the liquor bottle.
“When did your tits get so big?” Jake asked, out of the blue.
“What?” I couldn’t believe he would ask such a thing. Must have been the whiskey talking.
“Your tits,” he said again, pointing in their general direction. “They’re fucking awesome.”
“Thanks . . . I guess.” Then, after a few moments I added, “You’ve been gone for the better part of a year and a half, Jake. People change in that amount of time.”
“I suppose so,” he said, stretching out on the futon and propping himself up on one arm. “You seem to have changed a lot, little sister. You’re all grown up.”
“Maybe not all grown up,” I said quietly, diverting my eyes away from my brother.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, I’m still a virgin.”
“You’ve never had sex?” Jake seemed genuinely surprised.
“I’ve never even had a real boyfriend.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“I wish,” I replied, turning further away from him. “Let’s face it. I’m not the most popular girl in school.”
“What does that have to do with it? You’re a knock-out, Krista. I can’t believe that guys aren’t lining up just to get a shot at you.”
Blushing, I gave his shoulder a playful push. “Very funny.”
Jake reached out
and tilted my chin in his direction. “Look at me, Kris. Do I look like I’m joking? Hell, if you weren’t my sister, I’d pop your cherry right here, right now.”
For some reason, I thought that was the sweetest thing I had ever heard and emotion welled up inside me. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes before falling silently down my cheeks. “What if we don’t make it out of here, Jake? I don’t want to die a virgin.”
He reached out and gently brushed the tears from my cheeks before pulling my head toward him. When he touched his warm lips to mine, I sighed.
“I want you, sis,” he whispered against my mouth as he slipped his thrusting tongue between my quivering lips. I could taste the whiskey on his breath as he explored every inch of my wet mouth, probing, seeking, nibbling.
I had kissed a few guys before, but had never experienced anything like this. Jake possessed my mouth with his, commanding me to meet his thrusting tongue with my own. I felt an unfamiliar yearning travel down my body, pooling first in my breasts before traveling lower and settling between my legs. I was aching for something I couldn’t quite define – something I didn’t yet understand.
“This is wrong, Jake,” I said, although I made no attempt to pull away.
“How can something that feels so right be wrong?” he asked, a question for which I had no answer.
Jake’s wet, urgent kisses left my lips to trail along the delicate curve of my neck and I threaded my fingers through his hair to draw him closer. I felt his hand reach across my back and fumble with the clasp of my bra.
“Here, let me do it,” I said, pushing him away so I could remove the slip of lace covering my breasts. Jake watched hungrily as I released my round, firm orbs from their restraint. My nipples were fully erect, as if they were standing at attention waiting for instructions.
Jake reached out and cupped my warm mounds, weighing them with his hands as he caressed and squeezed. When he slid his thumbs over the erect brown centers, I trembled in surprise. “I can feel that . . . everywhere,” I whispered in awe and he smiled, pleased with my response.
He leaned forward and sucked my breast into his mouth, flicking the sensitive tip with his tongue until I moaned. I pressed myself against his mouth, whimpering as he moved from breast to breast, teasing, taunting.
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