Cain was tired. He had spent most of the night talking to his wife's young cousin and initiating her sexually. It had been a tremendous night for him and one that he would never forget. Up to this point, he had always been faithful to his wife, Carolyn, and he couldn't say what had come over him last night.
Still, he wouldn't trade his night with the lovely young Ellie for anything. He hoped that she felt the same way.
They had been snowed in to the family church after their annual reunion. That morning, Aunt Rachel (Ellie's grandmother) had supervised the making of breakfast for the fifty or so people in the church. Her husband, Uncle Paul had led them in prayer, thanking God for keeping them all safe through the storm, and asking blessings on everyone's travels as they made their ways home. Hopefully that day.
There were no showers at the church, but everyone took turns cleaning up in the restrooms as well as they could. Most people had brought toothbrushes and overnight bags.
Cain walked in to the men's room and put his bag on one of the sinks. Someone else's bag was on another sink to his left.
"Is my bag in your way?" Uncle Paul called from inside the stall.
"No, it's fine," Cain said.
He made sure to avoid knocking the bag to the floor while he dunked his head under the faucet and rinsed his hair and beard. As he was using a paper towel to dry his head, he saw a bottle of pills in his wife's uncle's bag. Curious, he picked it up saw that it was a popular heart medicine. Underneath that was another bottle. This one filled with small purple pills. Uncle Paul!
he thought. Most men had wondered about the effects of those purple pills, and Cain was no exception. Out of curiosity, he picked the bottle up, quietly shook three of the pills out and put it back. He looked at the pills in his hand for a moment then made a quick decision and put two of them in his pocket and swallowed the other one.
After breakfast, there was a family meeting where everyone talked about what to do. They had been checking the news all morning, watching weather reports and evaluating road conditions. It was not looking promising. More snow, high winds, and cold temperatures were forecast for the next two days at least.
Cain wasn't worried for his little family. He and his wife had brought extra clothes for themselves and their kids, lots of extra food and even water. They hadn't brought nearly enough for fifty people however. There was a grocery store just a block or so away from the church, but there was debate over whether it was safe to try to attempt the trip.
Also, Uncle Paul had two snowmobiles at his house, which was about a mile away. If they had those, then the trip to the grocery, or even the hospital if needed, would be no problem.
"We should split up," Will said. He was Uncle Paul's step-son, his wife's son from a previous marriage. "Those of us with boots and coats could make the trip to the grocery. We're going to need food for sure. While we're doing that, a couple of us can make the run to mom and dad's to get the snowmobiles."
"Who wants to go with me to get the snowmobiles?" Uncle Paul asked. Almost all of the men raised their hands and said "Me!" A fair number of the women did too.
One of those women was Sheri, Ellie's mother. She had been very pretty when Cain and his wife had begun dating twenty five years ago. Now she had the kind of seasoned beauty that came with age; a softer face, laugh lines, and strands of gray in sandy blond hair.
"Oh, Dad!" she said. "I haven't ridden on a snowmobile in years!" she said.
"Not much call for 'em down in Georgia!" Don Jr. said. He was Cain's brother-in-law and pronounced it 'Jaw-Ja'.
Sheri put her fists on her hips in mock anger with her cousin. "Just because I live in Georgia doesn't mean I talk any differently than y'all!" she said, pointing her finger at him.
Everyone laughed. Nobody from Iowa said 'Y'all', and especially not in that lovely southern drawl that Sheri was cultivating.
"Ok, so it's me and Sheri getting the snowmobiles," Uncle Paul said. "Who should stay here and watch the kids?"
The discussion wound on for a while. Eventually, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Paul's wife, stepped in. "Your doctor would have something to say about you hiking a mile in snow drifts and high winds Paul," she said. "I think you need to have someone else go.
Uncle Paul was indignant, and argued long and hard about his ability to walk to his house and get his own property. In the end though, his wife won the argument and he agreed to lead "The Hunting Expedition" as the grocery store party had taken to call itself.
"Well, Cain, why don't you go with Sheri then," Uncle Paul said. Uncle Paul and Cain frequently rode their snowmobiles together in the winter months, taking their cameras out to photograph wildlife near the river.
"That's a good idea," Carolyn said. "You can make sure they have enough gas and oil, and do all that guy stuff."
"I know how to do all of that," Sheri said indignantly.
"You need to make them feel useful," Carolyn said in a mock whisper.
"Oh, you're right," Sheri said. "Mistuh Cain, won't you please come along and keep this little ol' southern gal from gettin' lost and makin' a mess of things?" She stepped over to Cain and took one of his hands in both of hers and clasped it to her chest, head to the side and making doe eyes at him.
Everyone laughed but Cain, who could feel his face blushing. Sheri's heartbeat pounded through her sternum and into his hand. He felt the brush of her breasts on either side of his hand. Pressure began building in his groin. He glanced at Ellie who was laughing with the others. Was he imaging the strange look in her eyes. Could she be jealous?
Finally, manhood swelling, and taking courage in hand, Cain went along with the joke saying, "Madam, I shall embark on this journey with you, and keep you from endangerin' both yourself, and the mission."
All of the men cheered at this while the women jeered.
Suddenly the plans were set. Uncle Paul and most of the women set about making grocery lists and dividing them up between the families. Some of the younger mothers and older kids arranged games and activities for the younger kids, and Cain and Sheri geared themselves up to set out to Uncle Paul and Aunt Rachel's house.
The fresh snow on the ground was being blown into drifts by high winds. Cain had found a length of nylon rope and tied it around both himself and Sheri. He didn't think that there was any possibility of them getting separated from each other, but better to be safe than sorry.
With extra socks on, boots, coats, hats, gloves, and scarves, they set out on their hike. Carolyn had hugged and kissed Cain before they left.
"Be careful!" she had said with intensity. "I need you back."
"No worries," he said, feigning a macho attitude to make her smile. "We'll be back before you know it!"
Ellie was hugging her mother goodbye and telling her to be careful. She was going to be staying here and taking care of the children with her sister and Carolyn. When she disengaged with her mother, she turned away and put a hand briefly on Cain's shoulder, but said nothing, turning away quickly.
They stepped outside, leaving the warmth of the church behind. Thankful for the extra layers, Cain could feel the wind trying to knife its way inside his clothing. He had known that it was cold, and that the windchill was dangerously low, but the sensation still took him by surprise.
"This is going to suck, isn't it?" Sheri asked him.
"Yes," Cain said. "Yes it is."
They began walking. There was no traffic to speak of. They didn't even see snow plows yet. They tried to pick their way around the larger drifts, but were still covered in snow within minutes. Cain watched Sheri gamely struggling through the smaller drifts and thought that it would be fun watching her body move if she had been wearing fewer clothes. As it was, he couldn't even tell she was female from behind.
Well, that wasn't precisely true. Her boots were purple with fuzzy tops, which kind of gave it away.
They trekked along for more than twenty minutes. Everything looked different in the blowing snow, but Cain thought that they must be getting close. They were walking through a neighborhood that Cain didn't recognize. He leaned in close, to be heard over the wind, and asked "How much farther?"
"Two blocks!" she called back, keeping her face forward, watching something.
Cain followed her gaze and saw what looked like a geyser of snow spraying from the side of a house. At first he thought that it was someone with a snow blower, but there was no sound.
They walked on a few more steps and saw a man struggling in the stream of a broken hose, trying to work the shut-off valve. He glanced at Sheri, who nodded, and they ran to help the man.
He was drenched and the water was freezing in his hair and beard.
As they ran up to him, Cain was horrified at the man's blue hands and frozen clothing. He told Sheri to crimp the hose while he removed his glove and took a leatherman tool from his pocket. Opening it in a flash, he worked the post of the broken valve until, almost a minute later, he finally managed to get it closed.
"Th...thanks," the man said.
"Is someone inside that can help you?" Cain asked intensely, concerned for the man's safety.
"M...m...my w...w...wife," he stuttered. "I w...was t...trying t...to thaw...."
"Forget it," Cain said brusquely. "Get inside and get warmed up."
He watched the man stumble up his steps, his frozen coat hanging from his shoulders like cardboard. The man's wife got him inside and waved quickly to Cain and Sheri and closed the door.
Cain turned to go and saw that Sheri's coat was wet too. While not yet turning blue, she was shivering and clutching her arms to her chest.
"I didn't get it crimped in time," she said, her teeth beginning to chatter.
Should they risk the two block trip to Uncle Paul and Aunt Rachel's or try to get her warm here. Cain froze in thought for a few seconds.
"Coem on," she said, pulling on his arm. "I'll b...be all right. If w...we hurry!"
They began jogging through the snow and wind. Two blocks,
Cain told himself. Piece of cake.
With half a block left, Sheri stumbled and fell. The quick tug on the rope connecting them pulled Cain from his feet. He hit the ground hard on his back.
He shook his head and rolled over to his hands and knees to see Sheri feebly trying to struggle to her feet. She would never make it on her own, Cain knew.
He climbed to his feet and pulled Sheri to hers. Immediately her knees buckled and she started to fall, shivering violently. Cain unceremoniously slung her over his shoulder and trudged the remaining distance to the house. At the back door, the wind still clawing at his face, he set her down, went through her pockets for the keys, and opened the door.
Getting out of the wind was blissful. Entering the warmth of the house was heavenly. Sheri was trying to take her frozen coat off, but couldn't make her fingers work. Cain couldn't even untie them from each other as ice had coated the knots in the rope.
The leatherman came back out, cutting the rope from them. Cain then helped Sheri off with her coat. Her clothes were soaked and frozen too. He looked up at her and saw the pleading in her eyes.
"I...I...c...c...can't do i...it..." she said feebly.
"Great," Cain said.
He removed her hat and scarf. Her hair was frozen and stiff, much like his own. So that he could move better, he shrugged off his own coat and hat and gloves.
Sheri was sitting in a kitchen chair, shivering violently. Quickly, he began removing her boots and socks, then her sweater and outer layer of jeans.
He found that the inner layers weren't quite as wet, but Sheri was still too cold to undress herself.
"Can you walk?" he asked.
She just looked at him and shook her head. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the master bedroom. He draped a large blanket over her like a shawl and reached inside to undress her and attempt to maintain at least some of her modesty.
"Th...thank y...y...you," she said.
Cain struggled with the fastenings. He had both hands inside the blanket, and finally got her blouse and t-shirt off, then her last pair of jeans. Here he paused and looked at her with the obvious question in his eyes.
"A...all of it," she said through clenched teeth.
Wrapping his arms around her, he reached for the clasp of her bra and opened it. He held the blanket and slid one arm out of the straps at a time.
Finally, he slid her panties down, kneeling at her feet as she sat on the edge of the bed. He tried not to look, he really did, but his eyes were drawn to the gap in the blanket as if by a magnet. He saw her pale thighs and the dark juncture at the top. He looked away quickly as he stood up.
"Okay, let's get you under some blankets now," he said.
"I...i...it won't b...b...be enough," she said. "T...t...too c...c...cold."
"I'll turn the heat up," Cain said hopefully.
"Y...yes," she said. "Then g...g...get in h...h...here with m...me," she said, still shivering. I'm going to hell,
Cain thought as he ran to look for the thermostat. He knew that Sheri would never cheat on her husband. She was a very strong Christian. A good mother and wife.
Still, under the covers with her, trying to warm her up and save her life, who knew? And why did he have to take that damn pill?
He got back to the bedroom after making sure to hear the furnace kick on. He stripped out of all of his clothes in record time. He and his erection got in on the other side of the bed. He was shivering himself, and it wasn't all due to the cold.
He had wondered if Sheri might not be asleep when he got back, but she wasn't. She tried to scoot over to him but was having trouble with the bedclothes. Cain moved over to her and wrapped his arms and legs around her, holding her as close as possible. Sheri moaned and collapsed into his arms and shivered.
It was excruciating for Cain. The feel of Sheri's body next to his should have been intoxicating, but her hands and feet especially were so cold that he had to force himself to stay in contact with her. On top of that his erection went from raging to half mast every time she moved.
Sheri lay there and shivered, her arms folded up over her breasts, and her legs drawn up so that she lay in a tight ball on the bed. Her shivering was so violent that he thought that she might be suffering from seizures. He tried to keep up conversation with her, but truthfully, he could barely understand her.
Slowly, eventually, her shivering slowed. Cain moved his body up and over hers, changing position every few minutes. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, rubbed her feet with his, and held her hands to his chest and face.
Eventually, Sheri began to relax. Her body began to unfold and she moved her hands and feet around in an attempt to keep from making Cain too cold.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Better," she said. "Thanks." She shivered again.
Cain put his hand to her face and looked her in the eyes. "Not quite warm yet though, huh?"
"Not yet," she admitted. "Cain," she began, and then stopped, turning her head away.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Well," she began, then continued. "Well, I was just wondering...why are you naked?"
"What?" he asked. "Well," he was almost indignant. "I was trying to help get you warm!"
"But, why didn't you leave your underwear on?" she asked, finally looking at him.
"Well," he huffed, and then stopped. "I don't know. I mean, I took all of your clothes off, and it just seemed ... natural."
Sheri began laughing and then put her arms around his neck and hugged him, her breasts pushing into his chest for the first time. Cain could feel how cold she still was.
"Your whole body is still cold," he said.
"Is it?" she asked. "I'm feeling better. Maybe I should get into the shower."
"I've heard that the shock isn't good for your heart," Cain said. "You have to warm up first."
"Oh," she said. "Well, I think one of us needs to get up before things take a wrong turn." She smiled softly and looked up at him. Cain was trying desperately to think of a way to remain in bed with this lovely woman he had fantasized about for years.
Just then, a phone began ringing.
"That's y...yours," she said.
"Yeah," he said. He jumped out of bed, dug his phone from his jeans, and jumped back under the covers.
"Hello," he said.
"Hey!" Carolyn said. "I was getting worried. What's taking you guys so long?"
"Oh, we helped some moron who got himself in trouble. Sheri wound up getting soaked with water. We're getting her warmed up and dried out before we come back," he said.
"What?" Carolyn shrieked. "Is she okay?"
Cain looked over at Sheri, her head on the pillow next to him. "She's fine," he said, deciding that his wife didn't need all of the details. "Would you like to talk to her?" Sheri started shaking her head, her eyes wide.
"Yes!" Carolyn said. Cain held out the phone to Sheri with a smile.
"Hey there," she said into the phone, her southern drawl firmly in place but glaring daggers at Cain.
They talked for a few minutes, Sheri essentially repeating what Cain had said, and promising to try to be back before dark.
She hung up and held the phone out to Cain.
He put it on the night stand.
"That was awkward," she said.
He smiled. "You handled it like a champ."
She reached over and laid her hand flat on his stomach. It was still like ice.
Cain jumped and then he pulled her close. She instinctively laid her head on his shoulder and let him put his arm around her.
"I think my internal temperature is coming back up," she said. "I just can't get my hands and feet warm."
"Mmmm," Cain said. He sighed, the feel of his wife's cousin's breasts pushing into his chest making him feel warm, despite her cold hands and feet.
"What are you sighing for?" she said, a smile in her voice.
"Oh, nothing," he said. "I have pretty women beg me to climb into bed with them all the time."
"I did not
beg you," she said.
"No, you really didn't, did you?" he said. "You commanded me."
"You!" she said. "What about you, being hard the entire time, pushing that thing right into me! I could have died and you were turned on!"
"Well, that's not what turned me on," he said. "It was the whole 'undressing a pretty woman and getting into bed with her' part, not the dying part."
"Mmhmm," she said, conceding the point. Her hand began rubbing small circles on his abdomen.
"Okay, you know what?" she said suddenly, pushing away from Cain. "This is getting dangerous. Let's get ready and get back."
"I don't think you're warm enough yet," he said, somewhat honestly. "You stay here. We've got to get your clothes dry anyway. I'll go put them in the dryer for you."
Sheri laid back down. "Okay," she said softly.
Cain jumped up and began gathering Sheri's clothes. He found that since they had all fallen together in a heap that his clothes were now damp as well.
Still naked he stood and explained the situation to her. Sheri turned to reply and saw Cain standing there holding her blouse and her bra in one hand, his jeans in the other and his rampant erection right in between.
"Whoa!" she said, holding one hand up like a blinder on a horse. "You've got to holster that weapon cowboy!"
"Sorry," he said. "Everything's damp. I'll be right back."
"N...not my bra!" she said. "Just put it over a ch...chair!"
He took everything else to the garage and got it all in the dryer. He turned it on and jogged back to the bedroom and climbed back under the covers. This time, he was the cold one.
He climbed into bed and lay there shivering a bit until Sheri took pity on him and snuggled up to him.
It only took a few minutes for him to feel warm again. Sheri had one leg thrown up over him, trying to maintain as much contact as she could, for both their sake. Cain could feel her pubic hair on his thigh, and her breasts on the side of his chest. Her thigh was right up against his scrotum and when he breathed, his erection would rest momentarily on top of her leg.
"You certainly seem to be feeling better," she said wryly.
"Yes, indeed!" Cain said, feeling bold. He reached over his head with the arm that was around her shoulders and rolled over so that he was lying on top of her. He wrapped his arms around her head, resting his weight on his elbows. His knees were outside of hers with his feet rubbing over hers. His cock was pointing down between her thighs.
are you doing
?" Sheri shouted, surprised. Her pussy lips split around his cock and he could feel her wetness leak out onto him.
"Oh my!" he said, entranced. "Um...I was just trying to warm you up a little faster. I think I like this job a lot."
"No!" she said urgently. "Ungh!" she moaned with pleasure and rotated her hips slightly. "We can't!" she said again weakly.
"We can't have sex," he agreed, pulling himself higher on her body, her breasts now pushing into his abdomen, the head of his cock rubbing hard into her clit.
"Cain..." she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her, his cock sliding lower, towards the entrance of her pussy.
"You won't...will you?" she asked, trembling.
"No, I won't," he whispered against her mouth. "We're just getting you warm."
Sheri laughed sharply and held onto Cain's wide shoulders. He slid up again, dragging his cock through her labia and over her clit. and she shuddered as she came. Well, I know where Ellie gets that from,
He continued sliding gently up and down through her pussy lips.
"You cum pretty easily," he whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," she said with a moan. "I ... aaahh!" she cried out. "I can't hold back sometimes!" she said quickly.
He kept thrusting through her labia, ever so gently as Sheri continued to cum. The thought crossed his mind that they were going to have to change her mom and dad's sheets.
Cain kept his movements slow, running his hands and feet over Sheri's arms and legs. He put his hands on the bed beside her head, pulled back and away so that his cock head slid up, past her vaginal entrance and over her clit. It popped up and changed orientation, now pointing up and rubbing her clit with every stroke. Sheri screamed and thrust her pussy up against him hard, over and over as she shuddered again.
Keeping the covers on them, he rolled to his left so that she was on top. He pushed on her shoulders and captured her pretty pink nipple in his mouth. Sheri hooked her feet over his legs, spread her knees, and pushed her clit hard onto his cock. She arched her back and thrust her nipple hard into his mouth, moaning and shuddering.
It was too much for Cain. He grabbed her hips, pulled her down hard into him and came, growling and thrusting into his wife's cousin. He held her ass and clasped her to him as his cock pulsed and sprayed cum all over his abdomen. Eventually he was drained and collapsed back onto the bed.
Sheri, too, fell down, right on top of Cain, her face in his neck, panting and kissing his shoulder. She grasped his hands with hers, intertwining her fingers with his. She moaned deeply as she felt his cum slide between their bellies, lubricating their movement.
Sheri pushed their hands into the bed and pulled back to look into his eyes.
"That was the sexiest non-sex I've ever had," she said and leaned in to kiss him.
Her lips were soft and firm, her breath sweet, and her hair had dried and was falling around his face. Cain moaned into her kiss and tightened his grasp on her fingers. Sheri moaned back and ground her pussy into his hardening cock.
When she realized what she was feeling, her eyes popped open, she pulled back and said, "You've got to be kidding me."
"Um, well, you see," he started.
Sheri shivered and closed her eyes. "She's a lucky woman," she said. "Come on."
She threw the covers off of them and climbed off of Cain. She walked through the house naked and turned the thermostat down to a normal level. Cain followed her like a puppy, watching her butt as she walked through the now steamy house.
"Shower," she said as she turned and walked past him. He turned to watch her and she paused, glanced back over her shoulder, and crooked a finger at him, smiling.
"Hell. I'm going to hell," he said quietly and followed.
Cain never found out if Sheri shared her daughter's talent for oral sex. She wouldn't even consider it. He did surprise her by kissing her pussy lightly. The shock so great that she lifted a leg, accidentally allowing him brief access to her inner labia and clit. Sheri clasped his head briefly as she shuddered through another climax.
Two loads of Cain's semen made their way down the drain as they warmed up in the shower. Sheri came four more times against the tile wall. Somewhere among all of the fun, they managed to wash each other off.
Outside the shower, they found the fluffy towels and dried each other gently. As Sheri turned to hang the towels up to dry, Cain came up behind her, clasping her around the waist, holding her tightly and nuzzling her head with his.
"I'm glad we had this time together," he said. "I've lusted for you since you were in high school and I was dating Carolyn."
She held his hands with her right hand and reached up to caress his head with her left. "I know," she said. "I've denied it to myself, but I was always happy that Carolyn found you."
They stayed that way for several minutes. Cain noticed that even though his cock was pressed between the cheeks of her ass, he wasn't getting hard again. The affects of the purple pill must have worn off.
Sheri turned around, put a hand on each of his cheeks and kissed him softly and briefly.
"We have to end this now," she said, pulling away. She turned quickly and Cain could have sworn that he saw tears in her eyes.
When they got back to the church, it was very nearly dark. Everyone crowded around to hear the story.
"Cain was a hero," Sheri finally said. "He ended up carrying me back to the house to get me warmed up."
Carolyn beamed at him and hugged his arm. Ellie jumped up and hugged him, her arms around his neck. Uncle Paul slapped him on his back, too choked up to speak.
"Er, well," Cain said finally, extricating himself from Ellie's grasp. He glanced at Sheri and said, "It was my pleasure."
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