“It’s magnificent!” Lucie exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder at the sight before them.
The Alps rose with proud grandeur, their snow-capped peaks gleaming beneath a crystalline blue sky, like giants cloaked in pristine white. The sunlight danced across the slopes, illuminating sharp ridges and deep valleys where shadows played with the snow, tracing curves as mesmerizing as those of a body bared to a curious gaze. The cold air brushed against their faces, carrying a pure, invigorating scent, almost intoxicating, that seemed to awaken every fiber of their being.
It was Lucie’s first time discovering the mountains, and Emma watched her with a tender smile, enchanted by her youthful curiosity. At seventeen, her young cousin was a mesmerizing blend of innocence and sensual awakening. Her light blonde hair, cascaded in gentle waves down to the small of her back, framing a face speckled with freckles that danced across her nose and cheeks like an invitation to play. Her hazel eyes, flecked with hints of green and gold, shimmered in the alpine light. She wore tight black leggings under a cropped sweater that flashed a slice of pale skin, trembling in the icy air, and scuffed boots that kept her look carefree.
Emma was thrilled that Lucie was sharing this holiday with Nathan and her.
“Come on, Lucie, it’s time to get settled into our rental for the week,” Emma declared, a smile in her voice, her green eyes sparkling with gentle anticipation.
Soon, the three of them found themselves in a small, spartan studio where every corner whispered rustic simplicity. The walls, entirely clad in light wooden paneling, gave off a faint, sweet scent of resin. A bunk bed stood in one corner, its sturdy pine frame contrasting with a double bed on the other side of the room, separated by a worn coffee table and a few mismatched chairs.
“I’m taking the right bed!” Lucie exclaimed cheerfully, her clear voice ringing through the room. Without hesitation, she darted across the studio in a few light strides, before flinging herself onto the bunk bed’s mattress with a playful laugh. It felt like an impromptu race with youthful energy.
Nathan, with a crooked smile, naturally began setting their things on the opposite bed. He couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on Lucie’s voluptuous curves, which stood out with a newfound boldness under the studio’s dim light. He’d known her for years, a laughing girl with freckled cheeks, but time had sculpted her body with a troubling generosity, especially in recent years. Her slender frame had blossomed with subtle roundness, a budding femininity that seemed to whisper forbidden promises.
“She’s going to turn the heads of plenty of boys… and maybe even some girls,” he mused, a discreet smile tugging at his lips as his brown eyes lingered a moment too long, captivated by her transformation.
As evening fell, they settled early around a frugal meal: a simple plate of steaming pasta set on the low wooden coffee table. The journey from the city had been long, the winding alpine roads draining their bodies as much as their minds. That night, sleep claimed all three of them without a fight, their weary bodies sinking into the rustic sheets of the studio, surrendering to exhaustion.
The next morning, they rose early to fetch their rented ski gear from a shop near the slopes. Lucie, still a novice, teetered precariously, grappling with her unruly skis. Her clumsy stumbles drew bright peals of laughter from Emma. Nathan, ever the helper, came to her rescue. He now carried two pairs of skis with grace. Lucie, her cheeks flushed from the cold and exertion, couldn’t hide the flicker of awe in her hazel eyes, mesmerized by Nathan as he moved with effortless ease.
The day unfolded calmly on the snowy slopes. Nathan skied with natural ease, occasionally showing off with a hint of swagger as he glided backward, a smirk playing on his lips, offering Lucie pointers. Yet his endless patience revealed a softer side, his pace bending to hers with an almost tender care. Emma, more adept than her cousin but far from Nathan’s fluidity, trailed behind, focused on each turn. She lacked the confidence to coach Lucie, but her sharp gaze caught the smoldering looks her cousin cast Nathan’s way. Each stolen glance sparked a twinge of jealousy in her chest, swiftly replaced by a swell of pride. How could she blame Lucie? At her age, Nathan’s magnetic presence, his easy maturity, must have outshone the awkward boys she knew. Emma settled on amusement, quietly relishing the allure her lover held.
As usual in the Alps, the ski lifts shut down by late afternoon. They stretched the day with a stroll through the station, laughing between two snowball fights. The evening ended in a cozy restaurant with raclette, contrasting with the modest meal from the night before. Worn out, Emma and Lucie felt their eyelids droop as soon as they returned to the studio. That night, sleep came swiftly once more. Lucie, overcome by exhaustion, drifted off first, her soft breathing filling the room mere minutes after the lights went out.
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Lucie’s eyes fluttered open in the darkness, roused by a sound she couldn’t quite place.
She had no idea what time it was. She hesitated, debating whether to reach for her phone, when another noise slipped through the silence: a soft sigh. For reasons she couldn’t grasp, her body froze, taut and breathless, waiting for what might come next.
“Not now, Nathan, Lucie’s right there,” Emma whispered, her voice a fragile thread laced with hushed urgency.
“Don’t worry, she’s out cold,” Nathan replied with quiet confidence.
“No, we might wake her, I’d rather you…” Emma started, only to falter as a muffled moan escaped her, as if her words had crumbled under an unseen touch.
“I told you not to worry. Besides… it’s not like you can resist me,” Nathan whispered with arrogance.
At those confident and arrogant words, Lucie felt a treacherous heat bloom between her thighs, her sex growing slick with a moisture she couldn’t control.
Emma’s half-smothered moans kept coming, slicing through the quiet. Lucie wondered if she was shoving her face in a pillow to shut up or if Nathan had a hand slammed over her mouth to keep her in check. The second thought got her wet instantly, and her hand shot down between her legs. Nathan’s breathing, quiet till now, was getting heavy, loud, syncing up with a soft but clear slap, fucking skin on skin. Every now and then, a rough grunt ripped out, low and raw, shaking the air.
If Lucie had any doubts before, they were gone now. Her cousin was getting pounded by Nathan, just a few feet away in the dark, and it sounded wild and dirty. At her age, with hormones raging full tilt, Lucie was losing it. She rubbed her clit hard with one hand, the other smashed over her mouth to keep any sound from slipping out and giving her away.
Lucie’s mind was scrambling to figure out their position. With Emma’s intense moans, no way Nathan was just lying on her, fucking her missionary with a hand over her mouth. It was clearly Emma on all fours, getting slammed from behind, Nathan shoving her face deep into the pillow to muffle her screams that were getting louder and louder. Whatever the reality, that’s how Lucie pictured herself now: on all fours, totally at the mercy of this guy’s dirty urges, the same guy she’d been checking out and drooling over all day.
Emma let out another long, muffled cry, raw and deep. If she hadn’t come yet, she was damn close. Lucie could feel her own orgasm hitting hard.
The slapping stopped cold. Lucie heard her cousin gasping loudly, like her mouth was finally free.
“Sorry, you’re too noisy; you’ll wake your cousin. I have no other choices,” Nathan said, barely whispering now. Lucie couldn’t see his face, but she’d bet he was smirking.
Silence hit, or at least all she could hear was Nathan’s heavy breathing, loud and clear.
“Yeah, that’s it, clean it good,” he grunted between breaths.
A shiver shot through Lucie, a hot hunch about what was happening over there, and that was enough to tip her over. Her orgasm hit, sharp and quiet. Despite her efforts, a sigh slipped out. She froze solid, biting her lips, praying Nathan and Emma hadn’t caught it, not daring to move a muscle.
Nathan’s breathing kept going, mixed with wet sucking sounds now. Lucie eased up a bit, letting the warm buzz of her orgasm ripple through her. A few moments later, Nathan broke too, letting out a low groan he tried to choke back, but it was obvious where he’d unloaded.
“Thanks, my love, I really needed that,” Nathan whispered, his voice low and rough, followed by a wet sound, likely a kiss, that echoed faintly in the dark.
Lucie tried to crash out, but couldn’t. It was only way later, lulled by Nathan and Emma’s steady breaths, that she finally drifted off.
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