The Mitchell family had lived in and around Denver for many years and took every opportunity, that came their way, to enjoy the wild scenery, braving some atrocious weather to go on hikes, ride the rapids, or simply say, if asked, they weren’t people to be cooped up for long. Folks talked about climate change, but they knew how cold it could get and how some winters saw them snowed in for days at a time when the northerlies held the place in their frozen grip and the snows came. Then, it took days for you to dig yourself out, clear the driveway, and, if you had a garage, to try and get your car out onto the road and get yourself to work. At times like that, you learned who your true friends and neighbors were.
Ben and Hazel Mitchell married soon after Ben came home from the Korean War. They had been blessed with three children, two boys and a daughter, Nora. The boys were born in quick succession, with Nora the youngest of the three and some ten years younger than her brothers. All of them married, but Nora remained childless, and she had grown to dote on all of the kids her brothers and their wives had been blessed with, but Ethan was her favorite.
He would often come down to Colorado Springs and stay with her and Tom, fix cars that Ethan liked to trade in and make his way in life as an electrician and go-to handyman. His network grew and he never seemed to lack for work, so she turned to him when her Tom was taken suddenly, and she decided to move house; to live even smaller than she and Tom had done but live on the outskirts and have the peace that the wild countryside and woods all about her could so often bring.
But, although she had found and agreed to buy a perfect two-bedroom place, single story, with a tended front and back yards and trees lining the road, she had moved in January. The skies had been a glacial blue, the trees stripped of leaves and she had prayed fervently that the snow storms of this time of year would hold off, or be light until she had moved in.
“It sure hasn’t turned out that way,” she declared as she stared out of the living room window and saw the blizzard coat everything in its fine powdery snow that was already way too deep for Ethan to even think of heading back into Denver. His ute dwarfed her little runabout, and it was only her car that he had driven down the side of the house and managed, somehow, to get into the garage and small workshop where the previous owners had also put the washing machine, clothes dryer and, most importantly of all, the heating boiler.
And therein lay the problem, the darned heating had failed, and Ethan had no spares to even attempt to fix it and bring some heat and sense of warmth into the house, and more importantly her legs and arms, her hands and face.
“What did you say?” Ethan asked in his deep but considerate voice. He had walked over the boarded floor, his footfalls echoing, and now stood by her side. They looked out of the window, then at each other, as it became clear they would be together for a lot longer.
“I was saying it’s snowing hard and thinking you won’t be able to get back home to your place. So, don’t even think of trying to talk me into letting you go. We can freeze in here together.”
“And we’ve only made up one bed,” he answered, nudging her as he said it. “I guess it’s goin’ to be the couch for me, even in this cold.” He looked around. “I could get the fire going, there’s some dogs in the garage and more than enough to see us through.”
“I didn’t notice,” she replied, shivering uncontrollably.
“Well, there are some, so it’s going to be a fire in that stove over there, or else you sleep in the cold, aunt.”
He noticed how Nora hugged herself with her fleece coat, its collar turned up and her hair tumbling rebelliously around her face. She’d had the forethought to put on woolly leggings and fleece-lined ankle boots and wrapped a scarf in a couple of twists around her throat, her crinkly ash-blonde hair, long and reaching down to her shoulders. It hung loose and her whole bearing held his attention.
“Ethan?” Nora was dismayed at feeling a moment’s touch on her cheek. “You sure let a woman know that you’re interested in her….what she’s going through, I mean.”
It wasn’t what she meant at all. Now, as she took in the white-out beyond the window and wondered how they would get through the next few hours if the house remained as cold as it was.
“Sorry,” he sighed and on a soft laugh. “I hoped to get you settled in here and warm. Moving from the place you and Tom had, for so long, was going to be hard enough on you, without the problem we’ve now got.”
“You’ll help me, I’m sure.” She rose on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “You always did find the right words for me, and I sure need them now, and that fire you were telling me about.”
He met her quizzical look and saw her smile. “I’m going, aunt!”
She detained him. “I want you to call me Nora, it makes me feel less old. Promise me that you’ll do that?”
“Sure, but you look way too good to be saying that about yourself, Nora.” He made a point of using her name, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Less of your flattery, boy!” she laughed on a fond look his way. “Now, wrap up warm and get me those logs and kindling, while I hunt down some mugs and I’ll make us some soup…something to warm us up.”
“Doing a few country reels might also help.”
“Like we did at that barn dance with all the others, you mean?” She drew close to him once more and took in his serious look. His mood had changed. “You’re no closer to settling things with Lisa, are you?”
“No, I’m not. The split looks like being permanent. Now, let’s talk of something else…like me getting that fire going, or I’m in for a long cold night on the couch.”
“We’ll have to see. Right now all I want to hear from you is that you won’t be going back to the city.”
She had followed him through the soulless rooms before going into the kitchen, The moment he pulled open the side door flurries of snow and a blast of cold air hit them. She gasped. “Go and be quick! I won’t come out looking for you and I sure don’t want to be alone in the house right now.”
“So, a night by the fire with you is what I have to look forward to Aunt…I mean Nora.”
“Anyone with any sense would be doing the same and hunkering down. So what, if your vehicle’s outside on the driveway?”
He didn’t let her finish what he thought she wanted to say and pushed on the door to close it. “They haven’t met you, so they might get talking… good-looking lady with a young guy staying over, that sort of thing.”
Impetuously, she stopped him from saying anymore and touched her fingers to his lips. “I don’t care about that, just now, and what would there be to say, anyway? I could sure use some company on my first night in a new home and I’m glad it’s going to be you.”
She saw Ethan nod before he left her, tugging shut the door, the lights outside coming on automatically as the movement sensors picked him out. They had joshed with each other about how a cold night would be spent, but it was something that had begun to take hold in her mind, and she was dismayed by the effect it had upon her.
Her Tom had been a horny man, and she had no reason to doubt that flame burned in Ethan too. She saw it in how he would often look at her or say that Tom had been a lucky man to have been with her for such a long time in what had been a happy marriage, even though it had been childless. She had also gone on to say that Tom had been a horny man and Ethan had laughed.
“Should you be telling me all of those secrets?” he had asked.
“They’re all in the past, hon’, and I have to live through the present. You’re of help to me in that.”
♥
The floorboards creaked. There was nothing she could do about that, the warmth of the fire had long since gone and had been replaced by the piercing chill that seemed only to increase as the wind blew outside and sighed eerily in the eaves. She’d made sure, when her advisor had checked over the clapboarded house, that the walls were insulated to a high standard but, with no heat, the rooms soon chilled down.
Nora clutched her outdoor coat tightly against her body, the flannelette pajamas she had chosen to wear, for her first night in her new home, of little use. Her bed was large and empty, and Ethan was another warm soul who might just agree to be with her.
“Ethan!” she whispered yet wondering why. The noise from outside had made it hard enough for her to get to sleep. She gazed down at him and at the blankets, and a thick duvet, that was wrapped around his body and legs, only his head poking out from under them. The sofa was too short for him to stretch out on, and she had yet to decide how to arrange the rest of the seats that it was a part of. “Ethan, are you asleep?”
“Oh, how I wish!” she heard him laugh as if it was a stupid question. “I sure am cold, and I guess you are too, or you wouldn’t be here asking me.”
She leans over the back of the sofa and reaches out to grab his hand as it is held out to her. Her skin feels so cold he wonders how she could move.
“Oh, honey, I’m freezing! Maybe we can cuddle up for warmth if the fire’s gone out. Care to hug your aunt and keep me warm?”
“I’ll hug Nora, not my aunt…”
“Don’t tease me, not now!”
“I’m not teasing. I’ll be keeping a woman warm just as she will get me warm. It’s a wonder that I’m feeling the way I am…” She has already walked around the end of the sofa as he got up. Ethan opens the blankets and signals that he wants to embrace her. “You’d better know that I’ve been wanting to be with you, and it’s made me hard. I’ve not slept in the same house as you since I was a kid.”
“And you’re not a kid anymore and you’re telling me that you’re hard, that you’ve got a boner?” she says lightly as if it’s something anyone would get to talking about.
“Yeah, but don’t laugh.” He stands awkwardly. Facing her, but not too close or she’d feel his lounge pants shaped like a tent, his lumberjack shirt hanging loose, and not any cover for what was going on in his groin. His blood’s been up ever since he realized he wasn’t going anywhere but staying in the house with her. She’s alone and his relationship has hit the skids, so they’re not bound to anyone and it sure is cold. “We could pile my blankets and duvet on top of yours and we get underneath them. How does that sound…fresh…horny, as you keep on reminding me, but it will help?”
“Caring, let’s start with that.” She pulls on his hand. “Come on, or I’ll get stiff and won’t be able to move.”
“Aunty…you naughty auntie! I’m the stiff one.”
Nora laughs with him as they walk along the echoing corridor, the edges of the floor littered with pictures that she has still to hang on the walls. They don’t need any lights because the moon’s breaking through the clouds and it’s almost as bright as day, where they are until they step into her bedroom. The hastily hung drapes, on their poles, have cut out the light from beyond the triple-glazed windows.
“My Tom, your uncle, always had a boner when we lay in bed and spooned. I had that with him for over thirty years and he would often wake me in the mornings because of that. Horny as a wolf he was and his dick seemed to have a way of its own, no controlling it…not one bit.”
“I get the drift,” he answered ruefully, somewhat shocked by Nora’s honesty. “Now, can we get into bed ‘cos I sure am cold, and your idea sounds good…for both of us.”
“Okay, but don’t go getting any ideas, will you? I know things have been tough for you, me too, but we can’t let go…behave as if it’s normal, what we’re doing.”
“Just get into bed,” he sighed in frustration at the delay. “You’re freezing and I sure am, or going that way, so some body heat and a cuddle, maybe, might get us through. The army calls it survival skills…”
“But weird…”
“It won’t be in our case, or does it still sound weird? I could put pillows down between us…”
“Now who’s stalling?” she says on sliding under a pile of blankets and a down-filed duvet. It’s so wonderfully thick and heavy and yet she felt cold. “Come on hon’ and lie here with me, please?”
“Yes, aunt…”
“Nora, call me Nora I said. No more of that aunt stuff, okay?”
Nora lies down on her side with Ethan moving in closer to her. He presses his body up against hers and wraps one arm over her waist. She gasps and squirms, instinctively, as she feels him press against her and that he is just as he told her. His state of arousal is because of her, or what he has imagined she will bring to his touch and sight if she gives in to what is at work in each of them.
“This sure beats lying on the couch.”
“I think so too, hon’…”
He’s spooning with her, his warmth and strength, what she feels he will bring, are pressing against her and arousing a conflict of emotions; those of lust and restraint, along with a sense of disbelief that he won’t stop pressing his hard dick against her body, her fleshy butt until neither of them can bear it any longer. Like her, his mind must be possessed with dirty thoughts.
“I sure am glad you think so.” Ethan knows that the night is going to be so different, that his presence in Nora’s bed is not going to be so innocent. Warm they will be, share in their body heat, but another fire’s been lit and he wants to slip his hard meat into her and then there will be no going back to how it once was between them.
She trembles as his hand moves to cup her mound, his fingers pressing into her in a slow, beguiling, rhythm. “I thought that I said that you shouldn’t go getting any ideas.”
“There are thoughts and there are acting on them, Nora.” His hand has moved under the waistband of her pajamas, and he feels her moist heat and the coarse hair of her bush. “And I thought that you’d stop me if I did.”
“I’m sure goin’ to try!” she groans, his touches finding her sweet spot in no time at all. She grips his arm but his hand keeps on touching and caressing, and she feels his slow breath on her neck as Ethan eases away her hair and presses warm lips to her skin. “You sure are with me now!”
Nora twists on his fingers and moves to reach up behind her as he presses his lips to her neck and throat before she moves to lie back, and he crushes his mouth against her lips and forces his tongue past them. Her breathing becomes more audible with each of his kisses and the tantalizing slip of his fingers into her body, the alien sensations of a man finding her again transferred to her body by the brush of his fingers over her bush as he works her. She knows it’s coarse, but it feels so good to have his fingers down there and she shudders, and gasps, when he finds her clitoris and eases away the slicked folds of skin. He moves to taste her, his tongue flickering over her slit after he’s moved down the bed and is soon lying on her thighs, her pajama bottoms digging into her skin but her pussy there for him to taste.
“Come back up here and lie on me! Let me feel you!” she finally cries out, pulling on his rough shirt as he pushes her thighs apart and lies between them. “You touch me…so I touch you!”
She’s thrown her arms around his neck and met his kisses. They then slide down, grip his buttocks before they slide under his lounge pants and she tugs on his hips, then fumbles for his prick, Ethan lifting off her, just enough, to allow her full access to it. Her nephew’s penis is thick and long, and she squirms until both her hands wrap around it.
“Jeez, how I want you Nora!”
“I sure know that darlin’ and I have done almost all day.”
She had become aware of the tension in him, his sexual frustration on account of what had been playing out in his life for such a long time. She’s slowly surrendering to him, any conscious decision on what is happening and the morality of it consigned to somewhere else, a repository for a guilty conscience. She wants to relieve her sexual frustrations as much as his. Besides all of that, who the hell is going to know? The rest…
