When an Aussie Family Freezes Over

When an Aussie Family Freezes Over Book One

By Stephanie Gilbert

Copyright 2024 Stephanie Gilbert ©

All characters in this story are totally fictional and over the age of eighteen. No A. I. was used in creating this story.

Book One

I put one foot on the sink and tried to keep the other off the wet floor, ignoring the other passengers on the other side of the flimsy folding door. I traced circles around my clit, trying to remember the words of the story I had been reading. How the tall Native American Chief had taken the rancher's daughter over the railing and fucked her ass so she wouldn't carry his baby. Fuck! I was close; just a little longer, and my wet pussy would be satisfied for the first time in weeks.

I drove two fingers into my pussy, feeling it clamp around the intruders. I withdrew them and circled my pucker, the sensation overwhelming. Bam, Bam, Bam. "Take your seats for landing!" The stewardess yelled through the door, as the seatbelt light blinked on, with a ping through the speakers over my head.

"Fuck me dead; two more fucking minutes," I grumbled under my breath.

I slipped my panties back on and slid my feet into my shoes, looking into the mirror and sniffing my fingers. I smelled good enough to eat, I thought, as I licked my fingertips, before washing my hands. There was a second knock on the door as I slid open the latch. I walked between the rows of seats, spotting my dysfunctional family, filling three of the middle four seats.

I dropped into the seat beside Luke. He was why we were all here. His last conviction for drug dealing was, luckily, pleaded down to possession of a prohibited substance. The mandatory rehab was over, but I knew if we left him to his own devices, he would be straight back on the drugs. "Seat belt," Bill said, as he waved from the seat on the other side of Tracy.

"Yep, keep your knickers on," I said, as the stewards checked over the plane and took their uncomfortable-looking seats.

"Fucking stay on your side, Dad," Tracy said, elbowing Bill's arm off the rest. "God, I hate you."

"We know Tracy. You've made that abundantly clear," he said, before trying to look out the window across the aisle.

I don't know why I bothered dragging her along. She was eighteen and moving out with her friends the minute we got home to Sydney. Fuck knows what they will get up to in that dingy flat. I have no idea what we did so wrong to have raised two horrible children. I felt the bump and heard the announcement that we had landed at Green Bay.

Transferring to another flight and listening to the bickering between Tracy and Luke, I was about to go into Walmart, buy a gun over the counter, and fucking shoot both of them! We landed at some place called Esky and then hired a car for the drive. "We take Highway Forty-one," I told Bill, who was still trying not to drive on the wrong side of the road.

"How the fuck am I supposed to turn right?" He yelled, but I was still trying to work out the map.

The car was too small for us, so some bags were between the kids. That might have been a blessing as it would keep them from killing each other for a little longer.

"Turn right after you pass the service station."

"Are you sure?" Bill argued, as it didn't look like much of a road.

"That's what the instructions say," I countered, thrusting them in his face.

"This was your idea, and now we find that we've been ripped off. Ten thousand dollars, and the road doesn't look like it's been used in years!" Bill yelled, his frustration boiling over.

"Well, do you have a better fucking idea?" I yelled back, throwing the paperwork in his face.

Bill got that look in his eyes. The one that has been becoming a permanent fixture over the last twelve months. I had been waiting for him to call quits on our marriage. He threw the little car into gear and stepped on the gas, bouncing over the first bumps, only to find that they were the small ones, on this hideous track.

"What the fuck is an Arctic Polar Vortex?" asked Tracy.

"We are trying to concentrate here." I cut her off as the snow began to cover the windscreen. "Fuck, have you ever driven in snow?"

"No. Have you? he bit back.

"I skied once in Thredbo. It was man-made, though; it didn't get cold enough that year." I said, rambling on to hide my fear.

We bounced around another corner before stopping at the bottom of a steep hill. "Can this get up that hill?"

"I have no idea. But that's the sign for the cabin, so I'm giving it a go." He said, revving the engine and dropping the clutch.

I held onto the dashboard as we climbed up the slope, the wheels spinning the whole way. As we passed the halfway mark, we began to slow. I watched Bill fighting the wheel, trying to keep us on the track, but it was a dying cause, as the engine ran out of puff, and he had to hit the brakes.

"Hold on to something." He yelled as we began sliding backwards and to the side.

There were scraping noises under my feet as we ground to a halt sideways on the hill. Bill shut off the motor and looked around with genuine concern. "Do we get out?" I asked, as there was crying coming from the back seat.

"I don't know if it's safe." He answered honestly.

"Are you trying to kill us?" Tracy screamed.

"Not on purpose," Bill said, waving at me to open the door, as I was on the uphill side. "Is there room to open your door?"

I tried the door, and it opened a crack before hitting some rocks. "Not this side."

"Luke?" Bill asked, and he had the same problem.

Bill opened his door, but there was a fair drop under his feet. He craned his neck to look at our Daughter. "Can you give yours a try?"

"Why is this my problem? We should stay in the car and wait for rescue."

"There's no phone reception here; no one's coming," I said, glaring at the little troll.

"Open your fucking door, Tracy, for fuck's sake," Bill yelled, his patience finally broken!

She huffed before opening her door and stepping out onto the snow. She slid backwards as the door swung the rest of the way, with Tracy sliding with its arc. It's slippery." She warned.

"Get out of her side, Luke." I urged and climbed between the seats after him.

"That skirt wasn't such a great choice given the circumstances," Bill commented, as my ass was in his face.

"More comfortable on a plane than in the snow," I admitted.

"Now what?" Luke asked, trying to fight the slope.

"It's too far back to the road. The cabins are hopefully at the top of this rise," Bill said, pointing to the sign at the top of the hill.

"What about our bags?"

"We can come back for them when we find someone to tow us."

I shut the door and looked at the snow falling all around us. It was beautiful, but bloody cold.

Bill stomped his boot into the ground, took one step up, and planted another into the snow before transferring his weight. I watched him go for a few feet before waving Luke and Tracy to follow in his footsteps. He soon got the knack of walking sideways to the slope, digging each foot into the snow to keep from sliding to the bottom.

"I can't do it," Tracy said, stopping for the tenth time, in ten steps.

"You'll be dead in an hour," Luke said, throwing his hat to her side. "Stop whining and move."

Bill was making good progress, crab-walking almost to the top. The kids followed, still fighting all the way. I nearly reached the top when a hand reached for mine, Bill pulling me the last few feet, "Thanks."

I looked up and saw a beautiful view of a log cabin, as depicted in the brochures. "See, saved," I said, smiling for the first time in what felt like weeks.

We trudged to the door and knocked, before realising I had forgotten the paperwork in the car. "There is a code for the lock, but it's back in the car," I said, holding the lockbox in my hand and even trying a few codes, but no luck.

"How was Luke supposed to get rehab, with no one else around?" Bill asked, stomping the ice from his shoes.

"Daily visits," I answered as I tried another code.

"I'll break a window," Luke announced.

"You want this cold wind coming in all night?" Bill asked.

"Guess not."

"I'll go back down and get the paperwork." Bill offered, and I felt so sorry for him.

"Do you think you can bring back one of my bags?" I asked hopefully.

"I barely got up there by myself," he said over his shoulder.

The cold wind was biting, and first Tina and then Luke huddled into my sides. We slid down the wall as we waited, huddled in the doorway.

It took another hour, but Bill's black hair eventually peeked over the crest, and he held up the paperwork triumphantly and had something else in the other hand. "Thank God, thank you, Honey," I said, hugging him, before pulling away, once I remembered.

"Some long pants to cover your ass," he said.

"Let's get inside," I said, reading Luke the code and releasing the key from inside the box.

I opened the door and felt the warmth on my face. In the mirror over the mantle, I saw that my face was almost blue with cold, much like the children's. Bill's was bright red from the exertion, as he searched the room for something. "There is a phone, right?"

"We have mobiles," I said, until I saw no bars on mine.

I saw a small radio on the mantle and turned it on. Music was playing on the station before Luke began fiddling with the tuner. "The Arctic Polar Vortex is pushing cold air across the northern parts of Michigan. The Upper Peninsula is going to be hardest hit. It's a once-in-a-hundred-year event, so the message is to stay indoors and off the roads." The announcer said.

"No shit, Sherlock," Luke added, before putting the music back on.

"We have heating and a fridge full of food, so we should be alright for a few days, right?" Tracy asked as she looked in the refrigerator.

Bill looked around nervously before walking to the window. "Right, Dad?"

"You might get your wish yet, Tracy."

"What wish?" Tracy asked, her scowl returning.

"The other day, you wished I were dead. Well, this might be your chance for that to come true. Unfortunately, we are all in the same boat."

"A bit dire, Bill," I argued.

"It's snowing like a bastard out there, and the heating and cooking are electric. The snow is hanging on the powerlines and the wind will turn it to ice, and when it gets heavy enough, the lines will either break or stretch until they touch the ground." Bill said, scanning the room worriedly.

"How do you know this shit, Dad?" Luke asked.

"I was a lineman many years ago, before you were born. I heard stories from guys over here."

"The fireplace?" Luke asked as Bill crossed the room.

"Fake logs. It's not even a real chimney." He pronounced, down on one knee with his head inside the cavity.

"They'll check on us. We're due in today. I'm sure everything will be alright.

"Let's hope so," Bill said, rechecking his phone.

I began boiling water and making up some hot food in case Bill's predictions were correct. I had food on the table in no time and boiled more water. There was one double bed and two single cots, and the old building had solid logs with some white mortar between them. There was no separate bathroom, just a divider with a curtain to pull across. It was as basic as it comes.

"Where is the loo?" Tracy asked, hopping from foot to foot.

"I can see it from here, but the snow's a foot deep between here and there, that old-style outhouse," Luke answered her question.

Tracy opened the door, and there was a small wall of snow, about two feet high, where the door had been. She stepped and then yelped as the snow came to the top of her calf. She took quick steps from the house to the toilet door. I would have to make the same trip and built myself up for it.

"Disgusting. There is just a hole in the ground with a board over it," she pronounced, upon her return.

When I got back from doing my ablutions, there was something different. I looked from Bill to Tracy and then Luke before I worked out what was missing. "The music?"

"Power is out," Bill answered my querying look, as he began taking stock of the situation.

He rushed to me, but only brushed past, slamming the door. He opened every cupboard and pulled out all the drawers. He found a torch, batteries and some matches, but nothing to burn. "It's going to be a long night."

"There's a lantern over there," I said, pointing to one hanging from a wire in the corner.

Bill jiggled it a little and then opened the cap on the bowl. "Half full. That's good. We'll have light if we go easy on it. I'll check for more fuel." Bill said, continuing his search.

The snow was still falling outside, covering any trace of the road and building up against the door and on the window sills. We were moving around in the cabin, but I noticed everyone's breath could be seen, as it hung in the air. The room was getting cooler, much colder than I expected, and it was only now going dark outside. "What's the temperature going to get down to?" I asked, looking Bill in the eyes.

"Fucking cold. We need to eat now and then get under our covers."

"But it's like six o'clock," Luke noted, as he never went to bed until the early hours.

"We're losing body heat by the minute, and soon enough, our bodies won't be able to replace that heat, and we'll begin to shiver. The more warmth we keep in, the better chance we have." Bill said, and this time he had everyone's attention.

I pulled together some food, and we scoffed it down while sitting up on our respective beds. Bill filled water bottles and put them all in the fridge, but I thought keeping them cold wouldn't be a problem, and then it struck me. "That cold?" I whispered, and his eyebrows rose, before a frown creased his brow.

We ran the lamp for the first hour at just a flicker, giving the room an eerie glow. I could see the puff of vapour above the kids' faces as they breathed. Bill turned down the lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness. "I can't stop ssssshaking," Tracy croaked in the darkness.

"Shit!" Bill whispered.

"Me either," Luke said, his teeth chattering loudly.

"OK. I have another plan. You two jump into this bed with us, and I'll throw your covers over the one bed. The extra covers and the body heat could be enough." Bill said, his voice booming in the silent room.

First, Tracy dove under the covers next to me, as Bill slipped out of bed, took the covers off Tracy's bed and then laid them along our bed before scoffing and trying them across the other way. "Not fucking wide enough for the double." He croaked.

Luke got behind me, and Bill threw his covers onto the top before slipping in behind Tracy, his cold body making her shiver. He was shaking for the next ten minutes. "It's still cold," Tracy murmured.

"Body contact. Skin on skin. I read somewhere that it was a survival thing," Luke whispered his suggestion.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to that," Bill confirmed my apprehension.

"I'm not doing that," Tracy said, keeping her chest away from mine.

It was quiet again, for I don't know how long. Then, I could hear Bill's teeth chattering. I reached over, felt his back, and could tell he was quickly losing heat. "Scoot more under the covers. You're freezing."

"I'm dying here," Luke added from behind me.

"Tracy, get your clothes off and let your Dad spoon you," I admonished.

With some fumbling, we all started stripping to our underpants and piling the clothes on top of the covers. "Every little bit helps," Bill declared.

I pulled Tracy into my front so we were in the centre, as Bill and Luke spooned us from behind. Then Bill began fumbling under the covers, and when I looked, he had his underpants over his head.

"What the fuck?" Tracy exclaimed.

"You lose lots of heat through the top of your head," Bill explained.

"That doesn't help me. I was wearing a g-string," I said, as Luke's warm cock pressed into my bottom.

"Was?" Luke asked.

"It came off with my pants, and I wasn't throwing off all the covers to find it," I felt his hand on my hip before pulling it away like I was hot coals.

Luke fumbled around behind me, then pulled his briefs over his head, and I couldn't help chuckling at the silly face he made. I nudged Tracy, who rolled her eyes, then pushed her hands between us and, with some wiggling, had her panties over her head. "Use your blouse. It's right over my shoulder." Bill suggested, I took his advice and wrapped it around my head.

"He was right, you know. It is better," Luke said.

"Sorry, Dad," Tracy whispered.

"Let's just get through the night."

I felt Bill's back, and it was warmer, and I tried to get some sleep. It was nice having a warm body against mine, and I was having a pleasant dream when I felt something against the crack of my butt. "Sorry, Mum," Luke whispered and tried to pull his ass away. It only made things worse as I felt his cockhead move higher, and then a drop of his precum trickled down my ass cheek.

I stifled my groan, as I was almost drawing blood from my bottom lip. His cock pulsed, and another trickle of precum made its way along my ass crack. It's the first sensual contact I've had in months, and it's with my Son!

"Why the drugs?" I asked, trying to distract myself and him, if I could.

There was the longest pause before he drew in a long breath. "It was something we did in high school, mainly weed and alcohol. Then, as the pressure built up at Uni, I was failing miserably, someone began passing around harder stuff. All my 'friends' urged me on."

"They wanted to share the grief."

"Misery needs company," Tracy added. "Tell them, or I will."

"Tell us what?" Bill asked.

"I hate what I'm doing," He whispered, his bottom lip quivering.

"But... you worked so hard to get the scores to get into that course."

"It's your dream."

"Mine? I don't love architecture. I happen to be OK at it."

"OK, what about all your fucking awards. I'm supposed to be the son of a prodigy."

"I'm just a Mum," I said, and felt his cock pulse again, and another trickle found its way into my crevasse. "What do you want to do?"

"I draw anime and Manga." He said without hesitation.

"But can you make a living?" I asked, instantly regretting my words. "No, no fuck that. I've been chasing that shit all my life, and here I am, my marriage falling apart, and my kids hate me."

"I don't hate you... I... I don't.." Luke said, wrapping his arm around my front and pulling me tightly to his chest and cupping my tits in the process. Fuck, it felt good, and I couldn't help but clamp my ass cheeks around his hard rod.

"Then do your drawing and fuck Uni. We can support you while you do this."

"You aren't getting a divorce?" Tracy asked, tears in her eyes, her breath on my face.

"We... We were waiting until you finished school," Bill started.

"Don't you love her anymore? Look at these big tits, she has the body of a goddess, and you're leaving this," she said, cupping my breast and showing it to Bill.

"It's not that simple," he said, looking at me sadly.

"His cock still works fine. And by the feel of it in my ass crack, it's huge."

"Bill!"

"In my defence, it's been a while. And she is beautiful."

"I'm tiny, my front looks like a boy," she said, sniffing.

"You have a better six-pack than me," Luke countered.

"You have the perfect body for your gymnastics," I added.

"Spending all my time training, how the hell am I ever going to find someone?"

"There are boys in the squad," I said, trying to give her hope.

"I'm pansexual, Mum."

"You're going to have sister wives?"

"No... Well maybe... It doesn't matter what sex you are; I love the person, not their sex."

"So, you're gay. That's OK. We don't care," Bill said, wrapping his arm around Tracy.

"I'm not gay, Dad; I like guys and girls equally," she said, holding his arm to her chest. "I'm cold, Dad. Can you rub me?"

I tried to continue the conversation, with Bill's hand rubbing Tracy's front and her nipples appearing and disappearing from under his fingers. They were hard, and her chest was flushed, all signs that she was enjoying that far too much. "Don't stop, Dad." She whispered, and Bill's guilty face shocked me; he was enjoying it, too.

"I need to move," Bill said, when his eyes met mine.

"No, leave it against my clit. I'm coming," She groaned, as her hips drove back against his cock.

She clung to me as she shuddered through her orgasm. I could feel her hips rolling as she ground herself against her Father's hard cock. I didn't even realise what I was doing until Luke shuddered and cupped my breast. "I'm going to shoot, Mum."

I had been thrusting my hips back on Luke's cock, and now he was going to shoot his young seed. I had to think, his sperm would be wet, adding to our problems. He was pressing into my ass crack, so I rocked my hips to position his cockhead. "Press hard there, honey. We don't want any wetness in the bed." I said, my voice was more husky than usual.

"But that's the wrong hole?"

"Just press the head in a little, but don't thrust in," I said, as I felt his cockhead crowning against my puckered opening.

He groaned into my ear as his cockhead forced its way into my precum-lubricated asshole. As it stretched to accommodate his hard knob, he began shooting his load, jabbing further into my ass. He pulled on my nipple, and his hot breath on my neck almost drove me over the edge. He was filling my ass with a massive load of sperm. His young body must have been backed up, as I could feel its head spasming inside my body.

"Oh, fuck. I'm close." I whispered as Luke jerked his cock deeper into me.

"Fuck, sorry, Mum," he said, as he backed away.

"No... Oh fuck." I said as his cock slipped out and rested back in my ass crack.

I was right on the brink of release and was panting with need. I cupped one hand over Luke's, to keep him massaging and pulling my nipple as I drove the other between my legs. I was blocked by a hand and looked into Tracy's eyes as she pushed my legs apart and drove her fingers into my sopping pussy.

"If Dad won't do his duty, I'll do it for him." She said, her fingers curling inside my pussy and easily finding my G-spot.

"You're my daughter!"

"Your Son just came in your ass, and you're worried about me fingering your wet cunt." Her dirty words making it impossible to push her away.

"Yes... right there!"

She stopped as soon as my words left my mouth. She looked deeply into my eyes, as she moved her lips closer to mine. "I love you." She whispered, then closed the gap between us.

I thought she hated us all. But at that moment, with the heat in my pussy and her fingers still pressed to my G-spot, I couldn't argue and thrust my tongue into her mouth, searching for hers. She began making circles with her fingers and used her thumb to strum my clit.

"Fuck me, Daddy. I need you so badly."

"But, honey," Bill pleaded.

"Fucking do it!" I yelled when she stopped her fingering, while I was on the edge of my climax.

"I don't have an angle." He argued, trying to wrangle out of it.

"I'm a gymnast, Daddy. Bend me where you want me," she said and arched her butt to an impossible degree. "Not my ass. You'll split me open. Yesss, right there, push," she said, as her breath caught in her throat.

I saw Bill's eyes widen, and then, as Tracy pushed back, he softened his stare. Tracy jerked as he entered her and then sobbed onto my chest. "Fuck, that pinched." She groaned as she continued to force herself back onto Bill.

"Your first time?"

"Mmm, and Daddy's filling me with his big cock, just like I dreamed," She said, as Bill wrapped his big paw around her hips and began banging into her little body.

Her fingers slipped limply from my pussy, leaving me hanging. I had been denied for the third time in a day, and the frustration boiled over. "Get on top of me, baby," I said, urging Luke over me and wiggling under.

"But Mum."

"But fucking nothing; let me guide you in," I said, my lust coursing through my body.

Luke held himself up on his strong arms, and after I positioned his cockhead at my weeping opening, I pulled on the back of his arms and impaled myself on his stiff cock. "Fuck, yessss. That's a nice cock. You're as big as your Dad," I said, waiting for him to fuck me.

"Don't move, Mum," Luke said, his body stiff above me.

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere," I soothed, keeping my hips from thrusting up to him.

"Dad, why are you getting even bigger?"

"Because he wants to see me with another man, and is getting his wishes."

"Nice," Tracy said, hunching her ass back against her Dad.

"You asked what my fantasy was!" Bill complained.

"You asked Dad for his fantasy and then want to divorce him when he tells you?"

"He wanted to be unfaithful," I countered, but knew how silly it sounded right now.

"And you think I'm strange for wanting polyamory," Tracy said, before rolling to be face to face with Bill.

"Poly what?" Bill asked, now looking into Tracy's lust-filled eyes.

"It's a relationship where you have two or more partners of any sex," Luke added, his mind taken off his impending orgasm for a moment.

"Like polygamy?"

"No, that's a religious thing where a man has many wives. This is more like an agreement between three or more people to share their sexuality."

"And this is what you want?" Bill asked, still looking deeply into his Daughter's eyes.

"I do, Dad," She hissed, her hips rocking against Bill's.

He glanced at me before Tracy pulled his face back. "Mum is busy. Why don't you keep us warm?"

"Are you sure?"

"We might be dead before morning. Can you think of a better time?"

There was some movement as Tracy spread her legs a little, and then I saw her eyes widen as his big cock began to enter her. Then Bill stopped, held up over her on his massive muscular arms. "Take me as your wife," Tracy whispered, then pulled on the back of his arms and hunched her hips towards his.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, Dad, hold me." Tracy squealed!

I was fixed on Tracy as she held Bill's rippled shoulders and shook with the strain. Then I felt Luke pull back a little and slide into me again. His delicious movement drew my eyes back to him. "That's it, baby, fuck me," I hissed as my lips grazed his.

To his credit, he didn't let the fact that I was his Mother faze him. He kissed me passionately, and I kissed him back, my mind a blur of thoughts as the incredible feeling overwhelmed me. My hips rose to meet each of his thrusts, and I wrapped my legs around his young, hard body. Fuck, he was beautiful and inside of me!

"I'm coming, Luke. Keep fucking me!" I screamed as a violent climax crashed through my body, making every part of me tense with the release.

"Mum, I can't hold..." Luke moaned.

"Yes, fill me, baby boy. Fill Mommy's pussy," I said, as he grunted out every blast.

He hunched hard into me as each contraction pumped more of his young seed into my body. I kissed his neck as I hugged him to my chest and watched his back strain with the effort. He was so beautiful, his body strong and lean as I pulled the covers back up to trap the heat we had generated.

"What a stud! You're going to make somebody very happy," I whispered, as I waited for our panting to slow.

"Did I make you happy?" He asked, his cock still mostly hard inside my saturated pussy.

"Best orgasm I've had in a long time," I said and looked across at Bill, who was staring at us.

"You ready?" Bill said, looking down at Tracy.

"Yes, Daddy, I want more," She said, wiping the streak from her cheek.

Bill drew back onto his strong arms and began his long, slow thrusts. I saw the worried expression on Tracy's face disappear, to be replaced with a smile that lit up the room. She had a beautiful smile, but rarely showed it, with her constant foul moods. I had caught it in some photos, but it was few and far between.

"More, Dad. Show her what she could be missing," Tracy said, never taking her eyes off Bill.

I admit there was a twang of jealousy as I saw the fucking he was giving her. The jealousy was soon overwhelmed by the sense of pride I had in how well my husband was fucking that beautiful, sculptured body that came from within me. She was curling her legs high beside her body and then laying them flat on the bed, something I hadn't been able to do since I was a girl.

"Show off!" I whispered, and Luke smiled at me.

The grunts and slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the still room and aroused a tingling from within me. I felt Luke's cock regain its fullness, and soon, he was sliding into me again. I caught his chin with my fingers and turned his lips to mine. "You have your cock inside me, young man. Keep your mind on the job," I said, kissing him to drive my point home.

Luke lasted longer this time, but I didn't get to come. I made him roll behind me and strum my clit, as we watched Bill fuck the living daylights out of my little girl. It was a good show as she groaned out a climax under him, and I climaxed, as he bellowed out his orgasm.

"Why would you ever leave that?" Tracy asked when we were face to face again.

I started to answer a few times, but whatever was going to come out was such bullshit, given the situation. I couldn't think of even one reasonable excuse as she pulled on my nipple. "It's getting cold again," I said, to change the subject.

"Want to swap?"

"Does Bill want to fuck a creampie?"

"By the feel of that erection pressing against my asshole, I would say that's a resounding yes."

I didn't even look at Luke, as a nineteen-year-old was going to fuck anything he saw. Tracy crawled over me, rubbing her pussy and tits against mine and giving me a lingering kiss on the way past. She was right. Bill had another hard-on and was ready to go, so I lay on my belly and let him mount me with his cock pressing against my puckered opening.

He slipped into my ass easily, with Luke's cum as lube. We watched the others fumbling their way through their first inexperienced encounter. Luke got his cock into her pussy on the second try and set up a nice rhythm. Bill was extracting grunts with every thrust, his big cock pounding me beautifully. I began pushing back to meet his hips, gaining the exquisite pleasure I had experienced so many times.

Tracy was plastered around Luke, fucking him back, as hard as he was giving it to her. Their orgasms were extracting the most beautiful sounds that bounced around the room. I turned my attention to Bill and clamped my ass around his cock every time he drew back and soon had him exploding into my tightest opening. I shuddered and came on his dying spurts, as he filled me.

"What time is it?" I asked, wondering if we could do this all night.

"It's four, and I'm starving," Luke said, his energy sapped.

"Food and water are in the fridge, but I'm going to freeze getting it," I said, snuggled back against Tracy, who was smiling at me.

"I'll grab it," Bill said, bravely slipping from the bed.

He threw his jacket over his shoulders and shuffled his way to the fridge, pulling the tray of cold meat and a bottle of water from the refrigerator, then scampering back to the bed. He slipped in behind me, his cold skin burning against mine.

"Sorry, honey."

"No, it's OK, warm yourself."

He used my bottom to warm his shrunken cock and wiggled his feet against mine. I handed out pieces of the meat and passed around the bottle. "Houston, we have a problem."

"What problem?" Tracy asked, as the boys turned to me, still chewing.

"I need to pee."

"How bad?" Bill asked worriedly.

"Pretty badly. Do you think I could make it to the outhouse?"

"You would lose some bits from frostbite."

"Fuck."

"One of us could swallow it."

"Gross," Luke said, his face screwed up.

"What, you want us to swallow your cum. But somehow swallowing pee is gross?!"

"That's..." he stopped.

"The bottle." Bill offered.

"She doesn't have a dick to point at it. But you guys could use it." Tracy offered, then disappeared under the covers.

I felt her dive between my legs and holding my pussy apart. Then, without warning, her lips sealed around the top half of my pussy, her tongue lapping at my clit. "When you're ready." She said, unsealing herself for a second.

I tried to relax as she wiggled her tongue under the hood of my clit and then poked at my opening. Then my flow started, and I heard her gulping as she let her mouth fill before swallowing. I filled her mouth three times before the stream slowed, and she gulped down the remainder before lapping at my pussy.

She kissed her way up my body, across my mound, and over my breasts before kissing my lips, where I tasted myself. "Your turn?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she said, spreading her legs.

I crawled down and covered her pussy with my mouth and tongued her slit. There was the familiar taste of cum that the boys had deposited. I wet a finger and slipped it into her bottom, waiting for her to relax, so I could get more than the tip in. I felt her muscles relaxing as she tried to pee, and when the first squirt splashed my tongue, I slipped my finger home. Her flow stopped and started a few times as I fingered her bottom.

"Mum's good at that." She whispered to Bill.

I licked her clit and withdrew my finger as I moved back up beside her. "Thanks, Mum. I needed that."

The sun must have risen, but through the snow clouds, it only brightened the windows. I could feel the temperature change, and the fog from our breathing disappeared as the day progressed.

"I'm going to get more clothes from the car. we might not get another chance if the snow gets deeper." Bill said, sliding out of the bed and dressing quickly. "What are you doing?" He asked when Luke started throwing on clothes.

"I'm helping. Two of us can carry more. I need to use the outhouse anyway."

The guys disappeared out the door, and I turned to Tracy, pushing some stray hair behind her delicate ear. "So, who are you planning on doing this polyamory with?"

"If you and Dad get divorced, I might move in with him. It would be a shame to waste that beautiful cock," She said, pulling on my nipple.

"Is that supposed to make me angry?"

"It's supposed to make you jealous," she said, and took a deep breath. "Mum?"

"Yes, honey."

"Could I borrow Dad from time to time? He is so good at that," She said, nuzzling my neck.

"You would have to ask him."

"He is still your husband. And if you relax a little, he might always be. When we were fucking, I could tell it was to show off for you."

"I know."

"He loves you, you know?"

"Luke might even keep your bed warm, on nights Dad's with me."

"At that dingy flat?"

"I could stay home, so I would be closer."

"It does put you in a better mood," I noted.

"Great orgasms will do that for you."

"He knows how to make a girl come. We all need to talk before we go home."

I slipped out of bed and threw on some clothes, before trudging through the snow to the outhouse and doing my business. When I returned, I was wet and freezing, but I fixed some cold food and water before stripping off my wet pants and hanging them over a chair. Naked again, I crawled in beside Tracy, offering her some food.

"Thanks, Mum," The words were still unfamiliar, coming from my Daughter.

The boys burst in, stomping their feet to shake off the snow. They each had a bag in their hand and blue skin wherever it was exposed. "Quick, get out of those wet clothes and under the covers," I yelled, and there was a flurry of activity as they did as commanded.

Luke was soon pressed against my body as I wrapped myself around him. He was shaking violently as his body absorbed my heat. Tracy rubbed Bill's back as she tried to get his circulation going, her tiny body clinging to her Father.

"Anybody would think you cared," Bill said, between chattering teeth.

"You've risked your life for us and deserve some reward," Tracy said, her hips rocking against Bill's waking erection.

"What about me?" Luke added, looking over my shoulder at Tracy's antics.

"You can have a reward too," I said, rolling him onto his back and straddling his hips.

Tracy wouldn't be outdone, copying me with her elegant little body. God, she was beautifully perched upon her Father's colossal frame. I moved forward until Luke's hard cock was at my entrance and rocked back to devour him. I covered him with my body as I worked on warming him up.

"She still has an incredible body, even after having both of us," Tracy said, distracting me.

"She does," Bill replied, his eyes fixed on us.

"You still love her?"

"Very much." He answered without hesitation.

"Then tell her you still love her. Tell her you still want to fuck her."

"I do love you, Honey. I always have and always will. Can we try again?" he asked, with tears in his eyes.

I thought for a few moments as I slowly rocked on Luke, who was looking up at me expectantly, awaiting my answer. I didn't know what it was like to be single anymore, as we had been married for most of our lives. "The truth is, I'm scared of what's out there, of becoming the cat lady, who gets eaten by her pets when she passes away, without her family around to find her."

"Then there is another hole over here that needs filling."

His eyes went wide, as did Tracy's. She extracted herself from Bill's hard cock and pushed him towards me. "DP, Kool! Go get her Dad."

"How do you know what DP means?" Bill and I asked in unison.

"That thing called the internet," she answered, rolling her eyes.

I had had him in my ass before, mainly on special occasions, but never with a stiff young cock in my pussy. I felt him nudge against my rosebud before applying extra pressure as his crown spread my puckered opening. The pressure was intense, but the full feeling... was better than anything I had experienced before.

"Wow!" I said, looking at my Daughter, who was smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"Good?" She asked, her hand between her legs.

"Unbelievable."

"Great, now fuck the shit out of her boys."

The next half an hour was the most amazing of my life, as the boys moved from synchronised fucking to alternating pounding of my body. I had one orgasm early, with Luke pulling hard on my nipples, then a second as he filled me with his sperm. This set Bill off in my ass, pumping his load of seed up my battered bottom.

"I want to try that someday," Tracy said, as she cuddled into Bill.

"Do you think we should continue this when we get home? It would only take one mistake to have us all in hot water," Bill said, and I saw Tracy's face drop.

"What we were doing before yesterday wasn't working. We need a change, and maybe this is it. I have what I've been missing and don't want to give it up, ever!" I said.

"I need to get away from the people I've been hanging around. They'll drag me back into that life, as sure as shit. I'm frightened that if I fall back into that life of drugs, I will never see the light again," Luke said, and we all remained silent, watching his face.

"Can we do it, Bill? Can we make those changes?"

"I don't care what it takes..." I watched as Bill's lip quivered, and he took a breath. "We have to make those changes. I already think we have, but if we go back to the same thing, we will have the same ending. I had an offer from one of the boys, the other day, to buy half the business. I think he can make a go of it. I'll let him pay off the other half from the profits."

"Then I'm quitting, too. I have some buildings I've promised to finish, and then I'm done. I can probably finish the work at home if I have the internet."

"What about a caravan?" Bill asked, and Tracy rolled to look him in the eyes.

"Really?"

"Yep, a big one, and we could get Starlink for the internet. Could you do your drawing and stuff in that kind of space, Luke?"

"I could do it anywhere, as long as I can upload the finished product."

"I always wanted a fifth-wheeler on the back of an F350. They have slide-out sections that have normal-looking couches and full kitchens," Bill said excitedly.

I reached behind me and pulled Luke's bottom closer, as the cabin grew darker, and our breath began to make fog again. "That's the kind of camping I could do."

"Is the main bed full size?" Luke asked, reaching around and cupping my breast.

"Queen, I would think," Bill answered, cupping Tracy's and kissing her ear.

"Oh, too bad."

"What, you want a king size?"

"No, a double would be fine. I kinda like spooning Mum." He said, and I felt his erection growing in my butt crack.

"We can still all snuggle in the middle." I offered, wiggling my bottom back on his cock.

"Well, it's definitely different from what we've been doing. It's like we've been living separate lives. When we get rescued, we can start living our lives together," Tracy said, her most positive words for a long time!

"It won't be too long now. I would say they are starting to worry about us after the weather hasn't let up. They might not know about the lack of power yet, or rescue teams would be knocking on the door by now." Bill surmised, and I couldn't argue with his logic. "I'll spread the clothes we got today between the layers of covers. That should keep us much warmer tonight."

"I'll put together some dinner before it gets too cold," I said, as Tracy threw on a coat and boots and dashed out to the outhouse.

I made up a plate of cold meat sandwiches and a bottle of water, then made my run to the toilet. We settled under the heavy covers, with silly beanies covering our heads, made of tee-shirts or Bill's briefs.

Although it was warmer, I still made Luke fuck me to keep my body warm. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Tracy made Bill come between her legs, then got between my thighs, to make sure no wetness that seeped out of me made us all uncomfortable. Of course, I had to return the favour.

It was only just after dawn when there was a rumbling outside. Bill sprang from the bed and pulled on some clothes before throwing us something to cover our modesty. There was a knock on the door, and when Bill opened it, he hugged the two rangers who stood on the other side.

"Everyone alright?" the tall one asked, peering into the darkened room.

"Only just. It's fucking cold here," I answered, coming to the door with a blanket around my shoulders.

"Let's get you into the tractor and find somewhere warm."

We collected our clothes from the cabin, then the car, and rolled over the snow in the tracked machine. It was slow going, but we didn't care, as the cabin was warm as toast. There were some very worried organisers from the retreat, who must have been thinking we were goners. They were closer to right than we let on.

We declined to book into the clinic accommodation and, with the help of the Australian embassy staff, were booked on a flight to Australia and warmth. The scenery was beautiful from what we saw, but after two bitterly cold nights, I was done with snow, probably forever.

End