The wipers were already working overtime, slapping rhythmically against the windshield, but it felt like they were losing the battle against the thickening snow. White flakes swirled and danced, blurring the evergreen forest that crowded both sides of the winding mountain road. The world outside was a monochrome blur, the kind of quiet chaos that made you feel both isolated and exposed.
“You sure about this, Liam?” Maya asked from the passenger seat, her voice a little tight, though she tried to mask it with a half-smile. Her gloved fingers fidgeted with the edge of her scarf, twisting the fabric nervously.
I glanced at her, just a quick flick of my eyes. “About driving to a cabin in the mountains in December? Probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but hey, Mom and Dad are expecting us.” I tried to inject some lightness into my voice, but the truth was, the snow was definitely picking up faster than the forecast had promised. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and my shoulders were tense.
Maya shifted in her seat, pulling the thick knit scarf higher around her neck. She was bundled up, buried in layers of wool and fleece, but I could still see the nervous energy radiating off her. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold, and her dark brown hair, usually so meticulously styled, was slightly tousled from the static of her hat. She looked… softer somehow, more vulnerable. It was a side of her I wasn’t used to seeing.
“Yeah, expecting. Not demanding we risk life and limb,” she quipped, her tone dry but laced with an undercurrent of unease. She turned her head to look out the window, her breath fogging up the glass. “I swear, if we get stuck out here, I’m blaming you.”
I chuckled, though it came out more strained than I intended. “Noted. But hey, at least we’ll have each other for company, right? Could be worse.”
She shot me a look, one eyebrow arched. “Worse? Like what? Getting mauled by a bear? Or maybe hypothermia? Oh, wait—both?”
“Okay, okay,” I said, holding up a hand in mock surrender. “Point taken. But we’re almost there. Mom said the cabin’s just up ahead. We’ll be fine.”
Maya sighed, leaning back in her seat. “Famous last words, Liam. Famous last words.”
I checked the rearview mirror, adjusting it instinctively. That’s when I saw it. It wasn’t intentional, not at all. Just a fleeting glimpse as she moved—the way her blouse had shifted, the top button undone. A sliver of pale skin, the delicate curve of her collarbone, the faint glint of her necklace resting just above the soft swell of her cleavage. Damn she head a banging pair of tits. My stomach did a weird little flip. A hot, uncomfortable flush crept up my neck.
Maya. My sister.
My eyes snapped back to the road, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. What the hell was wrong with me? I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought, but it lingered like a shadow at the edge of my mind.
“Liam?” Maya’s voice was sharper now, cutting through my sudden internal turmoil. “You spacing out on me? The road’s getting worse.”
“Sorry, just… thinking,” I mumbled, clearing my throat. “Thinking about how much my knuckles hurt from gripping this wheel so tight.” It was a weak deflection, and I knew it. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing, probing.
The silence in the car thickened, heavier than the snow outside. The only sounds were the frantic wipers, the hum of the engine, and the faint, almost frantic thumping of my own heart. Damn it, I needed to focus. Focus on the road, focus on getting us to the cabin safely. Forget the… the glimpse. Forget the way my blood had suddenly felt too thick in my veins.
We rounded another bend, and the cabin should have been just up ahead, tucked into a small clearing Mom had described. But through the swirling white, I couldn’t see anything familiar. Just more trees, more snow, and a growing sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach.
“Are we… are we there yet?” Maya asked hesitantly, peering out her window. Her voice was softer now, almost childlike, and it made something in my chest tighten.
I squinted, straining to see through the blizzard-like conditions. “I… I think so. Maybe. It should be just around here…” I slowed the car, the tires slipping slightly on the increasingly slick road. Then, through a break in the heavy snowfall, I saw it. The warm glow of a cabin window, nestled amongst the trees, just as Mom had described. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by an even colder current of something else.
We had made it. But judging by the way the snow was coming down, and how deserted everything looked… I had a feeling we were in a lot deeper than just a weekend in the woods with Mom and Dad. We were well and truly alone. And something about that thought, combined with the earlier, unwanted flicker of attraction, felt dangerously close to the surface.
We finally arrived. It wasn’t a full-blown blizzard, but it was close—really bad. We grabbed our stuff from the trunk and ran inside, the cold biting at our faces and hands. The cabin was warm, thankfully, but it was also empty. Our parents hadn’t arrived yet.
Maya shook the snow from her hair and shrugged off her coat, revealing the soft sweater she wore underneath. She looked around the cabin, her eyes wide with a mix of relief and apprehension. “Well, this is cozy,” she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. “Guess we’re playing house until Mom and Dad show up.”
I set our bags down by the door and pulled out my phone. No signal. Of course. Just as I was about to curse under my breath, it rang. Mom’s name flashed on the screen.
“Sw…” Her voice crackled, barely audible over the poor connection. The call dropped before I could respond.
Five minutes later, a text came through. I opened it, my heart sinking as I read: “Hey love, me and your dad can’t get up tonight. I hope you’re both okay. I hope you get this text—your signal must be bad. I could hardly hear you, so I thought I’d drop a text. Me and your father will try to get up tomorrow.”
I showed the message to Maya. She read it, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Great. Just great. So we’re stuck here. Alone. In the middle of nowhere.”
I nodded, trying to keep my expression neutral. “Looks like it.”
She crossed her arms, her gaze flickering to the window where the snow continued to fall in thick, relentless waves. “Well,” she said after a long pause, her voice softer now, “I guess we’ll just have to make the best of it.”
There was something in her tone, something that made my pulse quicken. I looked at her, really looked at her, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The snow, the isolation, the uncertainty—it all faded into the background. All that remained was the two of us, standing there in the warm glow of the cabin, the air between us charged with something I couldn’t quite name.
Later that night we managed to get the fire working and we had been drinking dads whisky. I looked at Maya she was in a small pink nightie. She had her legs curled under her and could see a bit of her red knickers.
“God I should be getting laid with Tom this weekend,” she slurred laughing.
“Hey at least you got someone to get laid with, I have not had any action in months,” I tensed up and just thinking about it got me hard. Great now I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, wrong place and time for it.
“Aww bless, you not had a bit a fanny in a while” she teased.
I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to ignore the growing tightness in my jeans. “Yeah, well,” I muttered, taking another swig of whisky to steady myself. “Not all of us are as lucky as you.”
Maya giggled, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the fire’s warmth. She stretched lazily, her nightie riding up just enough to give me another glimpse of those red knickers. My mouth went dry. She was my sister, for fuck’s sake. Why couldn’t I stop looking?
“Poor Liam,” she cooed mockingly, leaning closer to me on the couch. Her breath smelled faintly of whisky and mint gum. “All pent up and no one to take care of you. There is only us here, and…”
Maya’s voice trailed off, her words hanging in the air like a spark waiting to ignite. Her eyes locked with mine, and for a moment, the world outside the cabin ceased to exist. The fire crackled softly in the background, casting flickering shadows across her face. Her lips parted slightly, and I could see the faintest hint of hesitation in her expression—but also something else. Something that made my heart pound harder.
She shifted closer to me on the couch, her knee brushing against mine. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I froze, unsure of what to do or say. My mind screamed at me to pull away, to laugh it off and make some stupid joke about how drunk we both were. But my body wasn’t listening. My cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of my jeans, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
“Liam…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Her hand reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against my arm. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. “Maya… we shouldn’t…” I started to say, but my voice faltered. She was so close now that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. Her nightie clung to her curves in all the right places, and I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric.
“Shouldn’t what?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly as she looked up at me through her lashes. Her hand moved higher up my arm until it rested on my shoulder. “We’re alone here… no one has to know.”
Her words sent a surge of heat straight to my groin. My resolve was crumbling fast, but a small part of me still fought against it. “Maya… you’re drunk,” I said weakly, though even as I spoke, I knew it was a flimsy excuse.
She smirked at that—a slow, knowing smirk that made my stomach twist with desire. “So are you,” she countered softly. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t know what we want. It’s just sex, not asking you to marry me. Besides you have not nutted in a long while.”
Maya’s fingers trailed down my chest, her touch light but deliberate. Her breath hitched as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “You’re so tense, Liam,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Let me help you with that.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands gripped the edge of the couch, knuckles white as I tried to hold onto some semblance of control. But it was slipping fast—too fast.
Her fingers found the button of my jeans, and she popped it open with a practiced ease that sent a jolt through me. “Maya…” I started, but my voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“Shh,” she murmured, her lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Just relax.” Her hand slipped inside my boxers, and I groaned as her fingers wrapped around my cock. It was already rock hard, throbbing with need.
“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth as she began to stroke me slowly. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
Maya’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she leaned in closer still. “You like that?” she purred softly against my ear before nibbling on the lobe gently—a move that made me shudder involuntarily beneath her touch.
“God, Liam,” she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with desire. “You’re so hard… I can feel how much you need this.” Her thumb swiped over the head of my cock, spreading the slickness there. I groaned, my hips jerking involuntarily into her touch.
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. “Do you want to know something?” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “My pussy’s been so wet all night. I might let you fuck it soon. I have a nice smooth pussy god I bet your dick looks good sliding in me.”
I opened her legs while she stroked my cock and I pulled her panties to the side.
“Mmmm, Liam,” Maya moaned softly as I opened her legs and pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, the pink folds slick and inviting. I groaned at the sight, my cock throbbing in her hand. She then leaned forward and put my cock in her mouth.
As her lips wrapped around my cock, I felt a surge of pleasure course through me. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked me in with a gentle eagerness that made my hips jerk forward. I groaned, my hands instinctively reaching for her head, tangling in her hair as I guided her movements.
Maya’s tongue danced along my shaft, tracing the ridges and veins as she sucked me deeper into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking me in time with her mouth’s movements. I felt my balls tighten, my orgasm building with each passing moment.
Just as I thought I was about to come, Maya pulled back, her lips releasing me with a soft pop. She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, her voice husky and urgent. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I got up and dragged her to the edge of the couch, her panties still aside I pushed the head of my cock inside her pussy. As I started to slowly slid in and out the fabric of the side of her knickers rubbing against my shaft.
“Oh, God,” Maya moaned as I slid deeper into her. “You feel so good inside me.” Her hands grasped my hips, pulling me closer as I continued to thrust slowly.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, my eyes fixed on hers. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” My words were met with a soft gasp from Maya, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back.
The fabric of her panties rubbed against my shaft with each stroke, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, the slickness of her pussy enveloping me like a warm glove.
I continued to thrust into Maya, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Her moans grew louder and more urgent with each stroke, her nails digging into my back as she pulled me closer.
“Harder,” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck me harder, Liam.”
I obliged, my hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The couch creaked beneath us as I pounded into her, the force of my thrusts rocking it back and forth. Maya’s cries of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of fabric as her nightie rode up to expose more of her body.
“You like that?” I growled through clenched teeth, sweat beading on my brow from exertion. “You like feeling your brother’s cock inside you?”
“Yes!” Maya cried out, arching her back off the couch cushions. “God yes! Don’t stop!”
I grabbed Maya’s hips and started pumping harder into her, my cock slamming into her pussy with each powerful thrust. She let out a loud moan, arching her back as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Oh God yes!” Maya cried out, her nails digging into my back as I fucked her harder and deeper. “Don’t stop! Fuck me just like that!”
I gripped her hips tighter, pulling them closer to me with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.
Maya’s body shuddered beneath me, and I could feel the tension building in her muscles as she neared another peak. “Liam,” she gasped out between moans. “Fuck… I’m… ohhhh!”
She threw back her head as she came hard on my cock, screaming out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her trembling body.
“That’s it baby,” I growled through gritted teeth as I fucked her through it hard and fast. “Milk my cock with this tight little cunt.”
I felt a rush of heat surge through me as Maya’s pussy clenched around me tightly in response to my dirty words.
“God yes Liam!” Maya screamed breathlessly. “Don’t stop! Fucking ruin me!”
I groaned at the feeling of Maya’s slick walls fluttering wildly around my driving shaft as she came down from yet another intense climax.
“Mmmm…oh Liam!” Maya moaned wantonly beneath me; any semblance of hesitation or shyness gone completely now replaced by unrestrained lust for more deep penetration from this throbbing manhood buried so firmly inside such welcoming depths…
My hands gripped the couch cushions as I felt myself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I groaned, my voice strained with exertion.
“Do it,” Maya urged breathlessly, her nails digging into my back. “Cum inside me Liam…I want to feel you explode in my tight little pussy.”
With one final, deep thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside Maya’s quivering sex. My cock jerked and spasmed as thick ropes of hot seed erupted from its tip—flooding her innermost depths with spurt after spurt of sticky essence.
Maya’s body trembled beneath me as I filled her, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock, milking every last drop from me. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she clung to me, her nails leaving faint marks on my skin. The room was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
I stayed buried inside her for a moment longer, savoring the warmth and tightness of her pussy as it pulsed around me. My heart was still racing, my body tingling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Slowly, I pulled out of her, my cock slick with our combined fluids. Maya let out a soft whimper at the loss, her legs falling limply to either side of me.
I collapsed onto the couch beside her, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Maya turned her head to look at me, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with satisfaction. A small smile played on her lips as she reached out to brush a strand of hair from my forehead.
“Liam…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Her hand slid down to my chest, resting just above my pounding heart. “That was… incredible.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I turned to look at her. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened—what we had just done. But there was no denying the way my body still hummed with pleasure, the way every nerve felt alive and electric.
“Yeah,” I managed to croak out, my voice rough and strained. “It was.”