Snow Storm_(1)

NOTE: The guy in the story never does fuck the girls. You might want to read another story if that is your only desire.



Snow Storm


Here in the Adirondack Mountains of New York we are certainly used to harsh winters and heavy snowfalls. So when the local weatherman called it the Storm of the Century I had to laugh. After all it is only seven years into this century and that leaves ninety-three more years for a bigger storm to come by. I figured that the odds were in our favor that this was NOT the Storm of the Century after all. However I also know better than to tempt fate.

I live on a small body of water called Loon Lake, which is seventeen miles north of Saranac Lake, which is nine miles east of Lake Placid where the Winter Olympic took place several years ago.

Loon Lake is a very beautiful place to live, even in the winter. The Canadian geese called Loons make our lake a stopping place to feed on the way south for the winter.

I keep extra cans of food and supplies in a deep cave out behind my cabin. It stays a constant temperature summer and winter. It is a god place to store my pelts before I sell them. Hunting, trapping, and fishing provide all of the meat that I ever need. I cure the pelts myself and even make jerky too. I have been self sufficient for a number of years.

I did drive into town for supplies though. I picked up coffee, tea, rice, flour, and sugar to last me through most of the winter. I also needed things like toilet paper, batteries, lamp oil, and gasoline too. I got everything in one trip.

When I got home I filled the oil lamps, my snow blower, my snowmobile, and the generator. I put a big stack of firewood inside and plenty more on my front porch. I settled in and waited for the snow to fall. I knew that I could last all winter now if I had too.

It started to snow just about dinnertime on Thursday and by noon on Friday I calculated that three feet had fallen and it didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon.

As I was getting ready to make myself lunch there was a banging at my door. When I opened it up there were three very attractive young ladies standing there in their snowsuits.

Emily said, “Hi! Can we come in?”

I said hello and then invited them in, out of the cold. Emily is one of the girls that live in the community of Loon Lake, which is located on the southeast end of Loon Lake. My cabin is located on the northwest end of Loon Lake. It is a four-mile walk around the lake itself so these girls came two miles to get to my house.

Emily is the daughter of one of my best friends. Her father and I fish and hunt together all the time. She is a cute little thing and I have watched her grow up ever since she was a little baby. Emily was my Goddaughter and practically my adopted daughter.

She introduced me to her two cousins that were staying with her. It had been a few years since I had seen them. It seems that they had decided to go cross country skiing around the lake but the snow had gotten so bad that they had trouble even getting to my cabin. Emily used my phone to call home and let her parents know that they were safe and that they were with me. Her mother told her to stay with me until the storm had passed however the latest word was that it could be a couple more days. Then her mother wanted to talk to me. I got the same information and then I was told that the girls had disobeyed her and run off without her permission. She told me that if there was anyway that I could punish them for doing something that stupid to feel free.

Emily is fifteen years old. She has dark brown hair and is becoming quite a lovely young woman. Her cousin Evelyn is fourteen years old and a cute little blonde. Elizabeth is also fourteen years old but has bright red hair like her mother. I had seen both of their mothers before and I felt that they sure looked a lot like them. In fact all three of the girls looked like their mothers. All three of their fathers were brothers.

I finally said, “So you three little scoundrels snuck out of the house without permission huh.”

Emily smiled and said, “Yes we did.”

Evelyn said, “It was so boring there.”

Elizabeth said, “Please don’t take us home. Not yet anyway.”

I replied, “Well you are getting your wish. The storm is picking up and you may be buried in here with me for a couple of days. You’re just damn lucky that you got here. You could have been stranded somewhere and frozen to death.”

Evelyn said, “You’re exaggerating. Aren’t you?”

I looked her right in the face and very seriously asked, “Do I look like I’m exaggerating?”

Elizabeth said softly, “No sir.”

Emily said, “I’m sorry. It was all my idea.”

Then the girls got out of their snowsuits. They looked like a bunch of rich big city girls on the bunny slope of some fancy resort. They had practically nothing on underneath their snowsuits. It was a good thing that they made it this far. Those three silly girls were wearing just their bras and panties. When they went over to the nice roaring fire to warm up I saw that they were all wearing thong panties too. They had three of the cutest little asses that I had ever seen.