John Friday - Captive family in chains

They paused on the crest of an icy ridge, breathless after a long climb on slender cross country skis. Tracy Baldwin threw back her head to rasp in deep gulps of the chilling cold, crystal-clear mountain air. It didn't help much. Her aching lungs still felt like two lumps of fire.

She laughed weakly and said, "I can't wait to get back to the city and breathe smog. My body needs air thick enough to see." A raw gust of wind swirled a soft wave of auburn hair across her face. Tracy shivered and swept back the loose strand, gazing in awe at the trackless, virgin-white snow layered deep in the valley below.

Tracy's daughter Karina stood beside her, a lithe and tawny, redheaded teenager. Silky hair like red-golden tongues of flame fell halfway down her back. It shimmered brightly in the light of the setting sun.

"Oh, Mom!" the girl said scornfully. "Just look at that beautiful view. The jagged mountain peaks, the forest and miles of pure white virgin snow. Would you trade scenery like that for a city of glass, steel and dirty concrete?"

"Right now I'd trade my ass for a good hot bath," her mother said with unusual frankness.

They'd been on the wilderness trail for five days with no more hot water than could be heated in a small pan. The rich, womanly scent of her musk grew stronger, despite daily sponging. It embarrassed Tracy now, and her husband, Dick, said they were still three days from the trail head.

"I could live like this forever!" Jo Decker exclaimed.

Jo was Tracy's niece, her sister's daughter, and only six months older than her cousin Karina, although she looked far more mature. Her once almost scrawny little girl figure had blossomed with a full set of stunning curves in the last year or so. And then, just before joining the Baldwins on their winter camping trip, Jo bleached and dyed her long hair to shining silver-blonde.

"Being in the high country makes me feel so wild and free!" Jo said. She tossed back her head and whirled it around to express that feeling of joy. The brisk cold wind caught her hair and swirled it like a silvery mist. "What do you think, Uncle Dick? Isn't this the most spectacular view you ever saw?"

"It sure is!"

But his dark eyes had focused only on her. They flashed with a lewd gleam and Dick felt his cock twitch. He was far more dazzled by the tempting, freshly ripened curves of his young niece than all the splendor of snowy woods and ice-glazed mountain peaks.

Jo caught the look of desire in his piercing gaze. It brought a sly, understanding grin to her moist lips and a flush of warmth to her tingling cheeks. She asked coyly, "Where are we going to sleep tonight, Uncle Dick?"

He said, "Aaah," and turned his eyes to the valley beyond. Dick knew all the wonderfully obscene things he'd been thinking were wrong. "We-we'll make camp down there in the shelter of that overhanging rock."

Karina edged to the very lip of the steep slope ahead. "The last one down has to cook dinner," she said as she launched herself with a thrust of her poles.

"Oh, no!" Jo lunged forward, dropping into a deep crouch.

Dick watched them both at the start of their reckless dash, but then his gaze narrowed to the tempting sway of Jo's ripely curved ass. The twin, softly rounded domes were snugly packed in a sleek black nylon ski suit. It hugged her lush body from head to toe and sheened as though it was giving off sparks from within. Dick blinked and had to force himself to look away.

Tracy flashed a cool grin and said, "A man almost forty years old should not be thinking such things about a young girl. And most certainly not when that young girl is his niece."

"Huh? What things?" Dick asked with pretended innocence.

"You know damn well!" Tracy laughed and looked down at the growing bulge that strained the crotch of his tight-fitting pants. "If your cock gets any bigger it's going to rip open your fly."

"That's your fault, not mine or Jo's," he said defensively. "You haven't fucked it in five days."

"I know, and I'm sorry. But we can't have sex with the girls sleeping right beside us in the same little tent."

Dick nodded bleakly. He knew that was right. "But now my balls weigh more than my backpack. If I can't sneak a quick fuck tonight, they might explode!"

Tracy grinned curiously and asked, "Who are you planning to sneak that fuck with? Me or Jo?"

He scoffed and said, "You, of course." But in the back of his mind, Dick wasn't sure, he wasn't sure at all.

She sensed the flicker of uncertainty in his voice and it more amused than angered her. She said lightly, "Tell the truth, you bastard. If you had your choice, who would you be fucking tonight? Your wife or your niece?"

"I've already said you."

"And I say you're lying like a God damn snake in the grass," Tracy said with an odd smile. "You'd love to fuck her sweet cunt, suck on her big luscious tits and run your fingers through long waves of silky silver hair."

"It sounds almost like you want me to fuck her."

"No, I just want you to think about it until your cock gets really huge. Then you won't be able to bend into such a deep crouch, and maybe I'll beat you to the bottom of the hill. That means you have to cook dinner!" Tracy laughed and pushed off, blurring down the steep slope through deep powdery snow.

Dick roared, "You sneaky bitch!"

But she was already gone. He thrust ahead and streaked after her, but the awkward swelling of his long cockshaft did make it harder to ski. That big prick stuck up rigid and strong as the mast of a ship. Its hot length and his lewd craving for his young niece threw him off stride. Tracy beat him to the clearing at the base of the rock by a matter of inches.

She chuckled in triumph. "What are you fixing for dinner, slow-poke?"

"It's your ass I'm going to fix, later tonight when the girls are asleep. And when I poke it, it won't be slow. I'm going to fuck your ass with my eyes closed and pretend it's Jo's tight young cunt," he whispered, not wanting the girls to hear.

"Hhhmmm, that sounds like fun. Why don't I help with dinner so we can get to bed early?" The five days without sex had been as hard on Tracy as on her husband.

"Forget dinner," Jo called to them from back of the huge rock. "Come around here and see what we found!"

As they kicked off their skis at the edge of the sheltered clearing, Dick saw what looked like smoke rising from back of the rock. "How did those two get a fire started already?"

Tracy sniffed the bracing mountain air and said, "That doesn't smell like smoke to me."

"You're right. It smells more like a sultry, steaming hot pussy to me."

"It's a hot spring," Karina said as her parents came into view. "Mineral water bubbling up in that pool from somewhere underground."

"Well, I'll be damned," he whispered to Tracy. "There's the hot bath you said you'd be willing to trade your ass for." Unseen by the two girls, Dick reached over and pinched Tracy's taut, delicately curved ass cheek.

She giggled anxiously and said, "Let's all get naked and go in together!"

Dick edged back from the steaming pool. "Er, you gals go ahead. I'll start setting up camp." He thought if he sat in steaming hot water with three naked women, his balls would burst for sure.

"Don't be a poop, Uncle Dick. Families in Japan take hot baths together all the time."

"Yeah, but this isn't Japan. Christ, in this country we could all be arrested for doing something like that!"

"Who's going to know?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah, Dad, and we won't be able to see anything through all that steamy haze. We'll, undress on one side, and you take the other."

"Er, well…" Dick could think of no good reason to object, and the three females were already stripping off their heavy winter outfits. "What the hell!" He reached down and unbuckled his belt. It had been torturing his giant cock that was swollen hard underneath.