That morning on the slopes, Nathan wasn’t as smooth as the day before. Sure, he still skied like a pro and tossed tips at Lucie, but something was off. He was more distant, less laid-back. Emma, zoned in on her runs, didn’t notice it, but Lucie could see the change.
It wasn’t Nathan’s first fling. He’d had his share before, quick hookups with girls passing through, ones he knew he’d never see again. Worst case, a swift block on his phone, and they were gone from his life. But with Lucie, he’d jumped in without thinking, swept up in the heat of it, with no regard for the fallout. This time, there was no dodging her – she was part of his world, Emma’s world, and he’d have to face her again and again. He couldn’t see it ending well, and it was eating at him hard. His only move, for now, was to fight the pull he felt toward this stunning blonde, keep some space, hoping she’d get the hint and keep their secret locked tight.
Still, all day, even with his head spinning, he played it cool, helping her out on the slopes so Emma wouldn’t catch his weird vibe. And while he did, he couldn’t stop his eyes from raking over her body, hugged tight by that ski suit. Her lean, firm thighs stretched the fabric with every turn, her hips carved a line that made his mouth water, and when she bent to tweak her skis, the curve of her ass under that clingy stretch taunted him outright. At seventeen, she had this mix of youthful freshness and raw sexiness that drove him nuts, no matter how hard he tried to shake it.
So, by late afternoon, as he skied backwards tossing her another tip, his mind wandered. His gaze lingered too long on her, and he missed a chunk of ice on the edge of the run. His skis hit it, he lost his balance, crashed hard, and his bindings popped loose in the spill.
Emma was already further down the slope, oblivious, and didn’t see Nathan wipe out or vanish over the edge. Lucie, though, freaked. She braked hard, popped off her skis, and stumbled over in her clunky boots, aiming for where he’d gone down. The off-piste drop wasn’t as steep as it looked. She found him sprawled in the powder, half-sunk, struggling to get up. He didn’t seem hurt – maybe just his pride took a hit.
Lucie rolled up with a smirk and stuck out her hand. "Need a hand, hotshot?"
Nathan sized her up through his shades, grabbed it. But instead of yanking him up like he figured, she dropped onto him on purpose, landing half-stretched across his chest. Her lips crashed into his, a sharp, electric kiss. Those same lips that had sucked him off during the night sent a jolt through him, and despite the snow’s chill, his dick stiffened under his suit.
Nathan pushed her off. "No, wait, we can’t."
"We’re off the run, Emma’s down below... no one’s gonna see," she purred with a sly grin, her hand already sliding toward his crotch, grazing the bulge that gave him away.
He nudged her back, gentler this time, and hauled himself up, managing it.
"No, I mean, I didn’t think it through. We can’t do this to Emma," he muttered, brushing snow off his suit, and avoiding her eyes.
Lucie didn’t flinch; it turned her on instead. Nathan pushing back lit something up in her. She was back in her zone, the hunter calling the shots, not the prey getting taken. And damn, she liked it.
"Everything okay down there?" Emma’s voice cut through – she’d hiked back up to check on them.
"Yeah, I ate it and slid off-piste. Lucie helped me dig out of this powder mess," Nathan answered, his heart slamming in his chest for the first time.
Nathan and Lucie soon rejoined Emma on the slope, their skis tapping softly against the snow. For the rest of the day, Nathan kept a careful distance from Lucie, perhaps more noticeably than before, a restraint that eventually caught Emma’s eye, though she couldn’t yet place its source.
"You okay?" she asked Nathan, a hint of worry in her voice, as he lugged Lucie’s skis along with his on the way back.
Lucie lagged a few meters behind, glued to her phone.
Nathan felt a sudden heat flare in his chest. For someone usually so composed, this unease was unfamiliar, stirring him. "Yeah, yeah, I think that fall earlier shook me up a bit, but it’s nothing, it’ll pass," he replied, offering a smile that barely hid his effort to stay breezy.
Emma sensed he was trying to ease her mind. She worried he might be hurting more than he let on. So, as Lucie headed up to the apartment and they stowed the skis in the locker room, she slipped behind him, her arms sliding under his to clasp his shoulders in a tender, possessive embrace.
"Are you sure you’re alright, love?" she whispered in his ear, her warm breath grazing his skin.
Nathan drew a deep breath, steadying the quickening pulse beneath his ribs. "Yes, don’t worry, it’s just a touch of fatigue," he murmured.
Emma, still pressed against his back, let a gentle smile bloom. Her hands began a slow journey down his chest, brushing his skin through the fabric with a sensual touch, before venturing lower, drawn to the warmth of his body. "Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you?" she breathed, a playful spark in her voice.
"No, don’t wor..." he started, but his words faded as Emma’s cool fingers touch directly his cock. The chill made him hard in a flash, and Emma, loving it, started stroking him slow, her fingers teasing.
A deep, almost primal sigh slipped from his throat.
"So? Don’t you feel like fucking me hard against the lockers?" Emma purred, all tease.
Nathan broke free of her soft, slick hold, turned to face her, and guided her with quiet strength against a locker. His broad, steady hands framed her head, enveloping her in an intense presence. His eyes blazed with raw want, fired up by the moment, but also by the pent-up heat with Lucie from earlier. Emma rarely saw him this wild, and it soaked her instantly, her sex throbbing in anticipation.
"Well, what’re you waiting for?" she whispered, a mischievous smile lighting her face, her breath quickening.
With a quick, rough move, Nathan flipped her around, pinning her face-first to the locker. Her tits and hands smacked the cold wood, and he jammed his crotch against her ass. Through their tight ski suits, she felt his stiff cock grind into her firm cheeks, pressing hard. Emma let out a sharp, excited gasp. The automatic light flickered off, plunging Nathan and Emma into complete darkness. The thick silence was broken only by Emma’s quickened breath, alive with eager anticipation.
"Careful what you wish for…" he growled in her ear.
Nathan had begun to undo her suit with steady confidence, his fingers brushing the fabric aside to reveal her skin, trembling under the cool air and her rising excitement.
But as the suit slipped further, tracing the gentle curve of her hips, a sharp click brought the light back. Footsteps and muffled chatter echoed closer. They wouldn’t be alone much longer.
In a hurry, they adjusted their clothes, pulling everything back into place. They reached the door just in time, stepping out casually as a family walked in, skis in hand, offering a distracted greeting.
They climbed back to the apartment in a burst of laughter, dizzy with the thrill of their near-miss and the rush of desire.
"Why are you laughing like that?" Lucie cut in, stepping out of the bathroom, drawn by their voices.
"Nothing, nothing, just a little joke between Nathan and me," Emma replied, a mysterious smile dancing on her lips.
Nathan’s smile, though, vanished entirely. He dodged Lucie’s gaze, muttering something about needing a shower as he headed off. The evening unfolded quietly over a delicious meal Nathan had cooked. Emma and Lucie chatted brightly about this and that, their laughter weaving a warm, easy atmosphere. Lucie seemed to effortlessly play the part of innocence. Nathan, though, stayed locked in a thoughtful silence, his focus fixed on his plate as if retreating into a private world.
After dinner, they all slipped into bed early, as was their skiing habit, the stillness of the night settling over the apartment.
~oOo~
Nathan’s eyes fluttered open, his throat parched, a sharp need for water tugging at him. Lying on his back, he felt Emma’s gentle hand resting on his chest, her body curled against his in a comforting warmth. Getting up was the last thing he wanted. He glanced at his phone: 2:27 a.m. Thirst gnawed at him, insistent. After a few minutes of reluctance, he lifted Emma’s hand with tender care, moving it as if it were a delicate crystal that might shatter, and eased himself free from her embrace. Emma let out a soft groan, stirred by the loss of his warmth, but her deep breathing soon resumed, a sign she hadn’t truly woken.
Barefoot, Nathan rose and padded toward the kitchen, navigating the near-total darkness with careful steps, hands brushing the air to dodge unseen obstacles. In the kitchen, he poured a glass of water with slow, hushed motions, relishing the coolness as it soothed his throat. Eyes closed, though the dark already cloaked him, he poured a second, letting the sensation settle him. Then, refreshed, he retraced his steps back to bed, moving silently through the shadows.
His chest brushed against a warm, soft hand. Startled, he froze, his heart leaping in his chest. But calm returned almost instantly, it could only be Emma or Lucie.
She stepped closer, pressed up against him. He felt firm tits, hard nipples, mashed against his chest.
A husky whisper brushed his ear "So? Can’t sleep, hotshot?"
His pulse raced again. It was Lucie.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, voice taut, though the thrill radiating from her body against his left little doubt about her intent.
"I’m just doing what you ordered me to do yesterday... I taste it straight from the source," she muttered low, her hand sliding into his boxers.
He meant to push her away, but then he felt her hardened tips slide down his chest, a slow, teasing descent. Desire surged within him, his body responding against his will, stiffening under her unseen touch. His hand landed on Lucie’s head by reflex, guiding her down, and pumping his excitement up even harder. In the darkness, his resolve began to crumble.
It didn’t take long for his cock to be freed from his boxer and for him to feel Lucie’s wet lips start sliding along his shaft. He bit his lower lip hard to stifle a first moan, which he managed to keep under control. Soon, all that could be heard was Emma’s deep breathing in the background, occasionally mixed with the sounds of sucking.
Lucie was very aroused and satisfied with how easily she’d made Nathan crack. She felt in control of the situation, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel Nathan completely lose control like yesterday. So, she put more effort into this blowjob than ever, trying to infuse it with desire and passion.
Nathan had never felt so much pleasure from being sucked. He couldn’t tell if it was Lucie’s natural talent or the situation, his lifelong love sleeping just three meters away from them.
Lucie, unable to see anything and knowing Nathan would do everything to stay quiet, wanted to know the effect she had on him. She grabbed his two hands and placed them on either side of her head, letting him know what she wanted.
He gave in and tightened his grip on her head to pick up the pace, trying to go deeper each time. "Oh, you want to play, huh?" he thought, his breathing quickening as he felt his orgasm building. "Then swallow it all, you slut," he continued in his head as he thrust his cock as deep as possible into her throat, holding her there.
When he heard her gag, he loosened his grip, not to let her breathe, but because he was afraid the noise might wake Emma. He started again after a few moments of regular sucking, and Lucie managed to take it with almost no sound. The third time, Nathan couldn’t hold back and came in her throat, this time unable to suppress a short moan.
He began to loosen his grip again, but Lucie kept moving up and down his cock, clearly determined to drain him completely.
It was only when his cock started to soften that Lucie let it slip out of her mouth, taking care to keep her lips tight until the very last moment to make sure not a single drop of cum was lost. She swallowed one last time before planting a sensual kiss, paired with a final flick of her tongue on the tip of Nathan’s cock, sending a last shiver of pleasure through his entire body.
She stood up in the dark.
"You were right, it’s better straight from the source," she whispered. Nathan couldn’t see her, but he could perfectly imagine her smug, late-teen smirk as she said it.
"You’re such a dirty little slut," he growled.
"No. I’m YOUR dirty little slut," she whispered back, surely with that same arrogant smile.
Nathan didn’t know what to say. Lucie continued, "Same place, same time tomorrow night," then planted a wet kiss on his chest before heading back to her bed.
Nathan was seething inside. He’d never been so angry, and now he wanted only one thing: to fuck her. Hard. Completely. Dominate her. And to wipe that dirty little arrogant smile off her face by grabbing her hair and shoving his cock deep into her ass.
~oOo~
The next day, for once, Lucie and Emma were the first ones up. Nathan, exhausted, had slept longer and was woken up by the chatter and giggles of Emma and Lucie.
"Can you keep it down?" Nathan grumbled as he struggled to get up and head to the bathroom.
"Oh, someone’s grumpy this morning," Emma laughed.
"Didn’t sleep well, Nathan? Yet with all the energy you spent yesterday, you should’ve slept like a baby," Lucie added mischievously, her double meaning only clear to her and Nathan.
That annoyed Nathan, who, to hide his reaction, locked himself in the bathroom to take a shower. "Get it together, Nathan," he thought as the hot water ran over his muscular body. "You can’t keep letting her manipulate you like this. You need to take back control of the situation."
And as he turned off the hot water, he was now determined to take the upper hand.
Emma and Lucie had started clearing breakfast, making sure to leave what Nathan needed.
Then, Lucie went to take a shower.
"I’m sorry to catch you right after waking up, but do you think you could run a few errands while Lucie and I shower and get ready?" Emma said, exaggerating a puppy-dog look to soften him up. Then she stepped closer to him. "I swear I’ll thank you in a way you’ll like," she added.
Despite his fatigue, he felt his cock stiffen slightly. "You know I can’t say no to you, my love," he said with a smile before kissing her tenderly.
"Thanks, here’s the list," she said, handing him a crumpled piece of paper scribbled with about ten lines.
Nathan got dressed in the previous day’s clothes and left the apartment. Emma sat down and scrolled on her phone, waiting for Lucie to free up the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the shower stopped, and shortly after, the bathroom door opened. Emma stood up and turned toward the bathroom, ready to go in, but froze when she saw Lucie. She was posing in the doorway, wearing one of Emma’s dark lace lingerie bras and nothing below, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy.
"Uh… you’re lucky Nathan’s gone, she said, laughing nervously after getting over the shock. "And could you maybe ask before borrowing my stuff?"
"Do you think it suits me? Do you find me beautiful?" Lucie asked confidently, a smile playing on her lips.
"Uh, yes, yes, you’re very beautiful," Emma replied, unsure what was happening. For the first time, she found herself studying Lucie’s body in detail despite herself. The years had slipped by unnoticed. Lucie had become a stunning young woman. Her fair skin seemed to glow in the soft morning light, her delicate yet defined curves shaping a silhouette that was both slender and provocative. Her breasts, accentuated by the sheer lace, were firm and slightly pointed, while her hips swayed with a natural grace that hinted at an almost animalistic confidence. A damp strand of hair fell over her shoulder, amplifying the effortless sensuality she exuded.
Lucie approached Emma with a slow, sensual stride. Emma, frozen in confusion, couldn’t look away, until Lucie stood right in front of her, slightly taller, her warm breath brushing her face. "And… do you like me?" she added with a mischievous smile.
Panic surged in Emma, but before she could say anything, Lucie wrapped her arms around her cousin and pressed her wet lips against hers. Caught off guard, Emma let Lucie’s tongue slip into her mouth before snapping back to reality and pushing her away a bit roughly. "What the hell are you doing?" she shouted.
Far from backing off, Lucie stepped closer again. Having overheard their fucking the first night and after her two intimate moments with Nathan, Lucie had figured out that Emma was submissive, very submissive, even. With calculated confidence, she pressed herself against her.
"Stop, Lucie… Nathan could walk in any second," she said, her voice steadier, her body still not pulling away.
With a wicked smile, Lucie leaned in close to her ear and whispered "Don’t worry, I’ve already sucked him off twice since we’ve been here. I’m sure he won’t mind this. Quite the opposite, actually."
Emma froze, her face paling in an instant. Her mind stumbled, unable – or unwilling – to grasp the words Lucie had just dropped, shattering the stillness like a stone in quiet water.
"What…" she started to...
