It was a cold January night, and a snow storm was due to come in and toss some snowdrifts our way. My brother, Jason, had some friends over, and they all decided to leave early, before the snow hit, in case it was a hard storm, which, most likely, it wasn’t going to be.
There was already snow on the ground, anyway, and it was snowing right now, though not very hard, and there was very little wind.
Our folks had gone to bed a few hours ago, and the house suddenly became very quiet, with only Jason and me downstairs watching the weather channel. I flipped it around to another channel, and then another, and then back to the weather channel.
“Damn,” I murmured. Minus two degrees is awfully damned cold. Cold as a witch’s tit, I think is the expression.”
“Horse shit, it’s just a little chilly,” Jason said. “That’s not cold.”
We had moved to Wisconsin from Alabama only the previous summer, and though it snowed once in a while in Alabama, it was never a hard snow, and it was very, very infrequent.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “Like, I dare ya to go out without a jacket.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, I’ll go out without my pants on!”
I laughed. “Sure you will. I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“I’ll go out to the shed and back, totally naked,” he said.
My interest suddenly picked up. “Really now, you’re to afraid to do that. I don’t think you will.”
“I will, too,” he said. He started pulling off his shirt, then his undershirt. I was wondering just how far he would go with the thing.
He pulled down his pants, and then, he took off his socks. He stood there in his boxers, looking at me.
“You just going to sit there and stare?” he asked.
I shrugged. “What do you want me to do, help you take off your boxers?”
He turned around, and to my amazement, he dropped his boxers, showing me his ass. Then he ran straight for the front door and took off!
I ran to the front door watched his white ass muscles move and contract as he ran all the way across the snow-covered yard to the shed beside the road. Then, he turned around and faced me. It was cold as hell outside, and there was a bit of cloud cover, with snow falling gently. I couldn’t see very clearly, but with the light from the window, I could see a dark patch of pubic hair and his dick flopping as he ran toward me. I felt my pussy warm up and tingle. My brother had a nice body!
Suddenly, he seemed to trip over his own feet, and went flying in the air, his body hitting the ground.
I watched as he got up and came running toward me, a big grin on his face. I looked at his cock and balls. Jeez, I thought, my brother had a big, fat dick! And, big, fleshy balls. Wow, I was amazed.
I knew he must be freezing, so I grabbed his hand and almost dragged him to the fireplace. Standing there naked, I could see that his dick wasn’t all that flaccid. He was getting a hard on!
I ran to the hall closet and grabbed a towel. He was wet and cold, and I was going to warm him up, the same way he was warming me up!
I got on my knees and began drying his legs. He was shivering, and I looked up, his cock right in my face, throbbing, moving, jerking with his shivering body movements. He was uncut, and the head of his dick was peeking through his foreskin.
I admit, I simply couldn’t resist. I reached up and grabbed his throbbing dick, and with the other hand, I hefted his nearly hairless balls.
“Oh, Cindy,” was all he whispered.
Damn, what a dick, I thought. Fat, hard, smooth. I leaned forward and, opening my mouth, I took it into my mouth as far as I could. I moved it out of my mouth and peeled back the foreskin, running my tongue over the exposed purple head, and at the same time, gently stroking him from the base to the head.
His body began to shake, and his legs buckled a bit. Then, he cock jerked, and he shot a big load of cum up in the air, into my hair, followed by another, and another, and then, more! My hair and face were covered with my brother’s sperm.
I put his cock back into my mouth and sucked on it, taking his hot cum down my throat.
“Oh, Cindy,” he whispered again. “That was hot!”
“I’m pretty hot myself,” I said.
He pulled me to my feet, and, leading the way, we went upstairs to his bedroom. The storm moved in, and as it froze outside, we discovered many different ways of keeping warm, inside.
— Cindy M., Neenah, WI
