The Snow Cabin – Chapter 2

The Snow Cabin
By
Levi Holland

Chapter 2

I’d never tried sleeping while wrapped in someone’s arms, but it was surprisingly comforting. Before I could really think too much about the cold any longer, I had conked out entirely, only waking up once I sensed the morning sun streaming through the cabin window.

I woke up on my back with my left arm pinned under Luke’s head. He was on his side and snuggled up close to me. Our legs were tangled up, so I started to shift until I noticed Luke’s hardness at my hip again.

I turned my head and studied Luke’s face while he slept. He had a bit of bedhead, his brown hair fanning out like a rooster’s. His eyes darted behind his closed eyelids, and I wondered what kind of dream he might have been having. Apparently a pretty decent one based on the erection against my side. Luke would absolutely die if he realized he’d boned up against me in his sleep, so I carefully removed my leg from his before scooting away.

It seemed Luke was already pretty close to waking up, because almost as soon as I moved from him, he began to stir. When I sat up and set my feet on the floor, he let loose a massive yawn and stretched his arms out.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I said as he blinked his eyes open.

“Mmm, g’morning,” he mumbled as he adjusted to the light in the room. After opening his eyes and looking around, he said, “Well, we didn’t die from hypothermia.”

“Nope,” I said. “Good thing, too. That would’ve made for a sucky Christmas vacation.”

He laughed and sat up in bed before his eyes darted toward his midsection beneath the covers. Seems like Luke realized Little Luke was up before him. A thought trickled into my mind about what Luke’s penis might look like, how big it might have been. Last night and this morning, as it brushed against me, it was tough to tell exactly how big it might have been against my leg, although I didn’t have much to compare it with.

Wait, what was I thinking? I shook my head to clear the thought away. Bad, Hannah.

I couldn’t let myself think about Luke that way. I mean, hello? Incest? Gross.

I excused myself to the bathroom, giving my brother the privacy he needed to either adjust himself or throw on his clothes for the day. I remembered hearing in health class how random erections happened all the time to boys in puberty. This was just one of those embarrassing times, I figured, just like last night. Better to let it be and try to put the image out of my mind. As I entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee, however, I couldn’t help but notice there seemed to be an extra bit of moistness inside my pussy.

When we left the cabin to join Mom and Dad on the other side of the cabin lot, I gasped when I looked out at the horizon. The lot gave us a breathtaking view of the snow-covered valley and town below, the sun glistening like little diamonds off the snow. Somewhere off in the distance echoed the sound of a buzzing saw against a tree.

“This place is way cooler in the day,” Luke said.

“It’s beautiful,” I agreed.

We hurried along to Mom and Dad’s cabin. It was beautiful, but it was also still cold as hell.

“There’s the kiddos,” Dad said when Luke and I entered their cabin. “Wasn’t sure how late you both would sleep in. Ready to eat?”

We loaded up into the van and drove until our GPS signal came back. It was another twenty minutes of narrow lanes and sharp curves across icy patches that took us downhill into the main town I saw earlier. We passed a small grocery store, a diner, and what I guessed was a repair shop for cars, but nothing like back home. These businesses were all Mom and Pop shops. No recognizable chains anywhere.

Apparently Dad had spoken with Hank earlier in the morning and got a recommendation for breakfast. After we pulled in to the diner, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when we saw Hank’s truck in the parking lot. It was a small town, after all.

Dad pushed the diner door open into a set of wind chimes as we stepped inside. The diner carried a certain rustic charm, although it was in serious need of a makeover. Most of the furniture looked like stuff Grandpa would own. A few framed pictures hung from the wall featuring the owner and his family and another of the landscape. They seemed like they were of some sort of Native American descent. I couldn’t remember enough about our early American History classes to say what kind, though. At the counter sat a few older locals sipping coffee as they read the paper. One was in light conversation with the short order cook. Hank gave us a nod when we came in.

We were seated at a booth and soon had our menus brought to us. Mom rubbed at her neck a bit as she checked her phone.

“Dad, can we go snow tubing while we’re here?” Luke asked.

Luke told him all about the pamphlet we had on our nightstand and some of the activities inside.

“Maybe,” he said. “Might be a fun way to kill some time. Maybe skiing, too.”

Mom sighed. “I wish the other cabin had worked out. My neck is so stiff!”

“I didn’t think it was too bad,” I offered. “Oh, yeah, Dad. Our heater was on a timer. Can you fix it when we’re back?”

Dad nodded as our waitress came to take our order. Sarah and I exchanged a few Snaps while Luke scrolled through different TikTok videos.

Hank caught Dad’s eye and shuffled over from his spot at the counter. “Not exactly paradise, I know,” he said, “but hopefully the cabin treated you right.”

“Thank you again for the quick change,” Dad said. “Not sure what we would have done without you.”

They talked a bit more until the food showed up, and not long after, Hank said his goodbyes. His truck rumbled to life in the parking lot before he took off.

While we finished up our food, Dad found a ski resort with snow tubing and skiing about thirty minutes out that also had some available spa openings the next day. Mom was super interested in that, so at the very least we had a plan for tomorrow.

For the rest of the day, we hit up the shops around town. A few pieces of handcrafted jewelry caught my eye, but they were too pricey, so I ended up buying a yellow scarf instead. Mom picked out a clay-fired coffee mug, while Dad bought a cap with the words “Mountain Man” on it. When I found Luke in the back of the shop, he was examining a wooden trinket with strange symbols carved into it—maybe the language of the Native Americans indigenous to this place. To me, it just looked like a lame piece of wood, but Luke seemed drawn to it and brought it to the cashier up front who shot him a small glance before ringing it up. Finally, we grabbed a couple decks of playing cards to help pass the time inside the cabin.

On the way back to the cabins, we stopped by a barbecue place and stuffed ourselves silly. Mine had this insanely good sweet sauce that was to die for, and I swear it was some of the best food I’d ever had in my whole life! Definitely a hit all around, but at long last, we were on our way back to the cabins. I couldn’t believe how quickly the day passed, and I was ready to have a little R&R.

My phone buzzed with a new Snap from my best friend.

Sarah: Hannah, you’ll never believe what I just got from Jeremy.

Jeremy was a pretty hot boy from our class who Sarah’s had a crush on since early middle school. I opened it up, and my jaw nearly hit the ground.

Jeremy was standing near his bathroom mirror, dressed in only his underwear as he flexed his muscles. That was nice enough since he was nicely toned and had a flat six pack, but what really caught my eye was the bulge jutting against his black briefs. I felt a tingle shoot through my pussy and then remembered where I was.

I quickly shut the screen and looked to my left to see if Luke had seen my phone. It was hard to tell in what little light was in the van, but it seemed like Luke was facing out the window. At least I hoped he was. That would have been way too embarrassing to explain.

When we pulled up to our cabins, Dad fixed the settings on our heater while we brushed our teeth, and soon it was just Luke and I. Like the night before, he started taking off his winter clothes and getting his shower stuff ready. I noticed he hadn’t really said much since we’d gotten back, which wasn’t totally abnormal, but it got me wondering again if maybe he’d seen my phone after all. He barely looked at me at all.

Oh well. There wasn’t much I could do about it if he did see. Hopefully he wouldn’t tell on me. Not like I did anything wrong, though. And besides, if he did see, then Luke was the one snooping. Not me.

I took the time to do a little channel surfing while Luke was in the shower. There were hundreds of available options, and it seemed like Hank had some kind of special TV provider, probably because there weren’t many regular cable channels out here. While I had the chance, I stripped down to my night clothes. I didn’t feel too messy and decided to skip a shower for the night. If I changed my mind, there was always the morning. Besides, I was on vacation—I was allowed to slouch.

Before hopping under the covers, I reopened Snapchat and messaged Sarah back.

Me: You didn’t tell me you and Jeremy were a thing!

I sent the message and waited for her response.

Sarah: Weeeeell, we’re not really. At least not yet. But it sounds like things are looking…up…between us. 😉

Me: OMG I can’t with you. Ur gonna spill all the deets when I’m back. Later, bitch.

I turned off my phone when the shower stopped running, and Luke came back in, one towel around his waist and another being used to blot his dripping hair. He dumped his dirty clothes beside the bed and stopped short when he saw I was already under the covers.

“You’re not going to shower?”

“Nah,” I said, stretching my arms out and yawning a bit. “I’ll get one in the morning.”

“Oh,” he said, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Sorry, I planned on changing in here while you were gone. Be right back.”

Boys, I thought. Always so embarrassed about the strangest things. When Luke came back, the waistband of his sports briefs poked out from the edge of the towel. He turned off his lamp, dropped his towel, and darted under the covers.

I sighed. This little dance was going on too long.

“Listen,” I said, hitting the power button on the remote and turning on my side to face him. “We should talk about what you saw.”

Luke paled a bit next to me and stammered. “W-what do you mean?”

“Luke,” I said, shooting him a deadpan stare.

“Okay,” he said. “Maybe I did see something, but I’m not gonna tell or anything. I swear!”

“Then why are you being so weird about it? You’ve barely talked to me or looked at me since we got back.”

My brother squirmed a bit. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think you were doing sex stuff with your boyfriend.”

I snorted. “Please. Jeremy is not my boyfriend.”

“He’s not? Then why was he sending you a picture of his crotch?”

It was my turn to blush, and my heart beat like a hummingbird in my chest. How did I possibly explain why Sarah would have sent that pic? I’m not even sure I had a great answer for that. But Luke clearly had some inkling about what he saw, which meant he was old enough to talk this out.

“Sarah’s really the one into him. She and I talk about everything. I don’t know why she showed me that pic of him, but if I’m honest, I was kind of turned on by it.”

“Eww, yuck!” my brother shouted. “I don’t want to hear about that.”

“Come on,” I said. “You’re the one who wanted us to talk more. This is part of it.”

To his credit, he shut up. I thought of an idea that might alleviate some of the awkwardness a bit.

“Listen, let’s make a deal with each other.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“This cabin can be our safe space. We can talk about anything in here, and it stays between you and me. No sharing between friends, no Mom and Dad, and definitely no embarrassing each other.”

“I guess that’d be okay.” He was quiet a few moments before he spoke. “Hannah, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” I giggled but told him to ask.

“You sure you won’t get mad at me?”

“Just spit it out.”

“Okay,” he said. He sat up in bed and stuffed some of the pillows behind his back while we talked. “What’s the farthest you’ve ever gone with a boy?”

Wow, just coming right out the gate with it, I guess. But, safe space. That was the deal.

“No boyfriend yet, remember? But I can’t wait until I finally get one.”

“That’s cool, I guess. I was just wondering.” Luke gave a shy smile.

“My turn. What about you? You have any secret crushes I don’t know about?”

“Maybe,” he said cryptically.

“Nuh-uh,” I said. “Spill it. I told you about me, remember?”

He nodded and cleared his throat a bit.

“Well, there is this one girl in my homeroom class—Grace. I think about her sometimes.”

“Think about her?” I asked.

Luke’s blush spread down his neck to his chest as he moved his wrist up and down. “You know…when I…”

“Oh!” It was my turn to blush in embarrassment. Part of me wondered if my brother was old enough to start masturbating yet, and clearly he was. I had to stop my head from spinning too fast as I tried to ignore the familiar moistness spreading inside my panties.

“Do you?” he asked. “Do it, I mean?”

I nodded shyly. I had never admitted to touching myself to anyone before, even Sarah. We were super close, but it was just one of those private things that never came up.

Apparently confessing to playing with my pussy finally kicked down the last barrier of nerves my brother had left.

“That’s really cool!” His braces gleamed with his toothy grin. “I do it a lot now. I didn’t think girls did stuff like that.”

“What? Of course we do. We like to feel good, too!”

“So, how does it work?”

I shrugged and lifted two of my fingers. “You know, just kinda in and out, almost like a…like a penis.”

My brothers hands were cupped in front of his lap, and even though he was shielded by the comforter, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he was hard. Hell, the front of my panties were soaked by this point.

“Hannah? Well, never mind.”

“What?”

“It’s just that…do you think girls like me? I wanted a girlfriend by now, but so far none of them wanna talk to me. I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”

Over the past few months, Sarah had actually mentioned a couple times how she thought Luke was pretty cute for his age. She said she could never date someone two years younger than her, of course, but I felt like I could share that with him. He could use the confidence boost.

“She really said that?” His blue eyes brightened a bit.

“Mhmm, it’s really true. You’re not an ugly dingbat.”

“Hey!” He grabbed a pillow and slapped me with it.

Sharing this time with Luke and opening up about all these personal things was making me feel really warm and fuzzy inside. I couldn’t believe what I was considering, but to hell with it. He was my younger brother, yes, but it was also my job to look after him.

“Hey, dork, close your eyes.”

“No way! You’re gonna tickle me or something stupid.”

“Just do it. You trust me, right?”

He huffed in annoyance but did so. I took in my brothers face, his short brown hair, his freckled, buttony nose. He was still far from an adult, but it was clear adolescence wasn’t far away. I leaned forward and gently placed my lips against his in a brief kiss.

Luke gasped and opened his eyes as he pulled away.

“You…you kissed me?”

“There, now you can say you got your first kiss from an 8th grade girl.”

He flushed a bit. “But you’re my sister.”

“Ehh, so what? That’s how you know I’m not bullshitting you.”

Luke rubbed his lips together, no doubt feeling the same tingle I felt.

“So wait,” he said, “if you haven’t had a boyfriend yet, was that your first kiss, too?”

I nodded, and his face split into a huge grin.

“That was pretty cool,” he said. “Thanks, Hannah.”

“Don’t mention it. Literally. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

We turned off our lamps, and Luke and I settled beneath the covers. In the quiet of the room, the wind blew steadily against the cabin, and far away came the howl of a wolf. It was kind of nice, oddly enough.

Like the night before, I was having trouble getting to sleep. I tried not to shift around since I figured that would only make things harder on myself. The mattress wasn’t all that comfortable, but honestly I’d slept on worse. It was the fact that I wasn’t in my own bed and in a strange place.

Maybe twenty minutes had passed when I felt Luke shuffling beside me.

It seemed at first like he was turning over in his sleep, but then, I noticed an almost rhythmic scratching sound as the mattress started to shake. It sounded like he was tapping the comforter with his hand, and I realized then that Luke must have been masturbating. I was faced the other way so I couldn’t chance turning my head to see him, but there was no doubt about it. I was pretty sure anyway.

Sarah and I once watched a video where a woman and man had real sex, and before the guy cummed, he pulled out and began cranking his dick above the woman. I thought the guy was going to rip it off with how hard and fast he was going. The sounds were a little different now, but it definitely sounded like Luke was doing the same thing, his quick, little breaths straining as he tried to hold them in.

I wanted to reach inside my panties and frig myself until I was quaking on the bed with my own orgasm, but if I dared to move, Luke would surely notice and stop.

Beside me, Luke began to pant. It was only a few seconds later when I heard him pinch off a tiny, high-pitched whine. The shaking stopped abruptly, and Luke released a ragged breath. The covers rustled again, and this time it sounded like a hand was wiping something on the comforter. I guess he came pretty quick. And, surprisingly, it sounded like he was making semen. At least a little, anyway.

When the sounds of Luke’s soft snoring began to fill the room, I was finally able to reach my fingers down. I let my thumb work the outside of my clit while teasing the entrance to my vagina with a finger. There was little resistance as my middle finger slid up to the second knuckle, completely coated by my juices each time I dove back inside. The pleasure was like hot sparks and tiny fireworks popping off, and I tried desperately not to make any noise or commotion.

My fingers were on autopilot as my orgasm built up, and then, like a dam bursting wide open, I buried my sweaty face into the pillow as I came, my pussy clenching tight around my finger as my juices flooded past.

When I came down from my high, I wiped my middle finger against the sheets and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

End of Part 2

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