Marty volunteered for the first shift. The others had randomly paired off in the darkness. Linda wound up sharing a bag with her nephew Ron. That was fine with her. As long as they stayed warm. All she wanted to do was get some sleep before it was her turn to sit by the fire.
She dropped off quickly. But it was not a restful experience. Quickly, Linda began to dream. If she'd been able to step outside herself to read her own unconscious mind, she would have expressed wonder that her attention remained stuck on sex, even in her sleep, despite all the fucking and sucking before the blizzard.
This time, though, her dreams were not of lesbian-style fun. Linda dreamed of a hard, young cock nudging between the cheeks of her ass, a real prick, not some latex dildo. Linda tried to squirm away. But there wasn't enough room for her to maneuver.
Then, in the dream, a faceless male voice whispered, "Take it easy and let me do it to you. Nobody has to know but us. I've been hot for you for a long time."
Believing she was dealing with nothing more than her own imagination, Linda told the phantom intruder, "Okay, okay, go ahead and get it over with. All I want is to sleep in peace."
"You won't regret it," she was promised.
Linda felt cold hands on what seemed to be her bare ass, awkwardly pulling the asscheeks apart. Something hard and warm slipped into Linda's cunt from behind, and she couldn't help responding favorably to this pleasant feeling.
"You're fucking me, aren't you?" she asked.
"The way I've always wanted to. Don't worry, it won't take long. I'm so horny for you I'll come right away."
"Mmmmm, why hurry?" Linda sighed, her attitude entirely changed. "This dream is starting to agree with me after all. Take your time and fuck me right. So at least I can come a few times myself before it's over."
"Hey, that's a good one. Yeah, a dream. We'll both just pretend that's all it is. Then when we wake up in the morning, there won't be any strings attached. Then tomorrow night you can have the same dream, huh? For as long as we're snowed in, right, Aunt Linda?"
Linda broke out in a cold sweat. The voice had become all too familiar.
"My cock in your tight cunt sure feels damned real, though," the voice went on. "Don't know about you, Aunt Linda, but I never had a wet dream that felt like this."
Linda had to know, breathlessly muttering, "Ron, is that you…? Are you… f-fucking me?"
A cock-thrust to the depths of her squishing pussy was the reply. It felt too good not to be genuine. But just to make sure she was actually awake, Linda poked her head out of the sleeping bag and focused on the first thing she saw. This turned out to be the reality of the glowing fireplace across the room, with her son sitting by it. This was no dream.
Noticing her movement, Marty called, "You doing all right, Mom? Thought I heard you talking in your sleep."
Before Linda could answer there was another surge of teenage prick in her pussy from behind.
"Ooooooh, yes," she murmured to her son while her nephew fucked her, "I'm fine. Just, ahhhhh, fine."
"Well, get some rest, Mom," Marty advised. Linda moaned, then disappeared all the way back into the sleeping bag with Ron. He had enough sense to be quiet now so his cousin wouldn't get wise that he was fucking Linda. So, in silence, Ron's cock rhythmically stroked within Linda's warm, damp pussy.
Her sense rapidly reaching a boil, Linda came. She had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out with pleasure. And she anticipated that the difficulty she felt in stifling her delight was bound to become even more of a struggle. The way her nephew's cock pumped inside her pussy told Linda that Ron would be shooting his wad more sooner than later.
His jizz flowed even before Linda had expected. While she still tingled from her own orgasm, Ron rapidly caught up with her. His cock exploded with their fuck only a few minutes old Linda's pussy was swamped with scalding jizz.
Linda wished she could stretch this feeling out more and kick up her heels in the process, but she would take what she could get. Under the circumstances, a quickie fuck with her nephew was all she could reasonably ask for.
"Thanks, Ronnie," she whispered to him when it was over.
"Yeah," he sighed, his dripping cock shrinking out of her sticky cunt. "It was great while it lasted, Aunt Linda."
Linda warmed herself in the afterglow of fucking to lull herself to sleep. Ron's soft snoring was the last thing she heard before dropping off, leading her to believe there would be no more sex tonight.
A few hours later, though, sometime between midnight and dawn, Linda was awakened, and the temptation was there all over again. It was Ron once more, this time outside the sleeping bag as he nudged her out of her slumber.
"I just finished my shift watching the fire," he told her in a voice low enough not to disturb anyone else. "Now it's your turn, Aunt Linda."
"Eh, sure," Linda drowsily mumbled.
"I can stay up awhile longer, though, and keep you company," Ron offered. "If you, uh, know what I mean."
Linda glanced around the room. Nobody was stirring. She looked up at Ron, who now stood directly above her with his legs astride the sleeping bag. As the fireplace glowed from the background between her nephew's thighs, Linda couldn't miss the outline of his obviously bulging crotch. Nor could she ignore the spasming between her own legs.
Yes, she knew what Ron meant, she admitted. And, no, she couldn't resist. She didn't try.
"Just a blowjob, though," she said. "Anything else is too risky. Then you have to go back to sleep."
Ron nodded in agreement, then unzipped his swollen fly and pulled out his rigid prick. He backed toward the fireplace.
Linda was almost hypnotically drawn from the sleeping bag, as she crawled to follow him.
They picked a dark corner to the side of the flickering glow, the protruding bricks of the hearth shielding this particular spot from being lit. Ron stayed on his feet, Linda on her knees. She took his hard, young prick in her mouth and deep-throated his cock with a single slurp. He took her head in his hands and began guiding the tempo of her suction.
Her nephew had a very salty cock, Linda found out. This was a welcome discovery, because the saltiness made her especially thirsty for the jizz Ron would eventually shoot. However, she didn't hurry to drain his balls. She took her time, wanting to really get acquainted with how Ron was hung.
He had about ten inches, she figured. Ten very thick inches. And his balls, when she fished them out of his jeans to fondle them, were fat and round and smooth, the kind guaranteed to produce plenty of cum.
"You give great head, Aunt Linda," Ron murmured. "Never had a better blowjob."
When she heard this, Linda immediately wondered who else had sucked him off. A possibility occurred which an intrigued Linda could not ignore, considering the weird things that had already happened to this family in just one day.
Has Ron, she asked herself, been making it with Sally too? If that remarkable girl had sucked and fucked with her mother and cousin and now, of course, also her aunt, why not, at some point, with her own brother?
Maybe she would go ahead and bring it up, Linda thought. Someday. But, in the meantime, first things first. She had a blowjob to give and was more than hungry enough for a bellyful of her nephew's teenage fuck cream to put her curiosity about his sex-life aside for the time being and eagerly finish what she had started.
"You like a finger up your ass, Ronnie?" she asked, slurping up at him with a mouthful of prick.
"Right on, I always get off extra hard from that," he answered. "Fingerfuck my ass real deep, so I can feel it right behind my nuts."
Somebody had definitely been giving Ron expert treatment. That sure sounded like Sally after what Linda had heard about and seen of her niece.