Snowdays.
Christmas on Mt Rainier what could happen. The Grey clan is holidaying at a four-star resort. While your favorite coed is hold up in Ray's new girlfriend getaway. What evil lurks below the surface. How will Ray's girlfriend effect the events that unfold.
Anna snowday
dec 21:APOV:
I watch the snow fall among the pines like sweeping billowing sheets on wash lines. The sun plays rainbow beams thru the evergreen trees. A storm is coming the radio blared. I sit in a luxury cabin deep in MT. Rainier ski country. Ray's new girlfriend Miranda, old Seattle money, family cabin. luxurious, propane heat and cooking, even a propane backup generator, four bedrooms' rustic charm nearest neighbor is 5 miles down the gravel road. The caretaker Mr. Lewis promise to plow it every other day. I have Ray's truck; Wanda would never have climbed the hill to get here. Kate's with her family in NY, might have gone but creep Ethan was there.
December 20:
Miranda and Dad are doing Christmas's in Victoria. Dad wanted me to come, but I'd be a third wheel in his budding romance. Something about Miranda is off, I love my dad, but she seems too wealth, to pretty, to sophisticated. I mean she sit and hand sands piece Ray makes. They fish and do outdoor stuff, but I catch her looking at me with such loathing and hate, and other times pure maternal love. Maybe it's just step adopted daughter syndrome.
They met when she showed up to get an antiquity rocking chair repaired for a baby shower present for her cousin. She lives outside Olympia about half way between Tacoma and Montesano. She started talking to Ray. They hit it off, now three months later they're in Victoria and I'm here alone on winter break from WSU Vancouver. I shouldn't complain after all daddy is happy. I couldn't be a killjoy about that.
3day before Christmas eve:
dec22:
Ski bums pov : Those rich assholes, stealing our girls. the blonde giant making us look cheap and flake. I'll show them. "Tommy distract them I'll put a little club-trip in their drinks." "yah, man watch them trip out." "the girls will see what a bunch of asshole rich losers they are." "yes, the blonde is already tripping wait for the other two to go." "get your cell ready, maybe make some money." "if this don't open some legs, I still got a couple of roofies, either way dude, were getting laid."
gpov: Taylor comes crashing into the house with Elliot their both half naked and sweating, delirious. Carrick and Mia helps me get them to the sofa. Their hot, abnormal hot, eyes dilated something is not right. Dr. Westley come over from next door, they hit his car. "Grace, their high on something ecstasy maybe one of those college hallucinogen mixes. Do they have a history?" "No, a Taylor's my son security; he would never take something on duty? O good, Sawyer check they car. Maybe something will turn up and we can get it analyses." Sawyer finds a half drunk coffee, still hot. I sent Mia to the local med center for a drug test has we get them into bed. Hours later I realize Christian isn't back.
The drug test came back positive for a mix ecstasy and LSD, and there are several set of finger print on the coffee. The local sheriff is running them. A rash of this combo called club-trip has shown up here in the past week and several roofied girls as well in this heavy college crowd. Much later that evening; Sawyer can't seem to locate Christian. The lojack on the car isn't working.
apov" The light go out around 3pm. The backup generator kicks in it's good for thirty days according to Mr. Lewis. Aloud crash and boom rattle the house, What the fuck! I look out, a car has crashes into the garage. I get suited and walk out. An Audi is mashed into and under dad's truck, the back wheel looks broken. The whole mess is jammed against the snowmobile into the far wall. The driver is trying to swim thru the snow half naked.
"hey, are you ok? mister are you ok?"
I lean down and grab his arm hauling him up. Oh God copper hair, grey wild eyes and abs to kill for. He's hot, a sweating and complete stoned hot. I've seen several frat boys at parties Kate drag me to. I start to herd him inside, suddenly he strips and throws himself into a snow bank near the door. I leave him go back to the car, find luggage and messenger bag in the trunk, and pick up his cloth find a wallet in his jacket, haul everything inside. Returning, he is much cooler and manageable, getting his fine naked ass on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. I try to call 911. shit the phone is dead, I think the power outage and dead phone is probably due to mister Adonis stoner and his car. Mr. Lewis is due to plow Christmases eve. I should be ok, mister stoned is sleeping, snoring peaceful.
I sit and read Tess, my upcoming final semester at WSU. I love Hardy and Tess. Mister stoned has slinked along the couch and now lays his head in my lap. I can't help myself, stroking his hair and chest. the feel, the electric charge, I feel is unusual, never had these feel, or thoughts. As the storm arrives I manage to feed him soup and water, a move him to the bathroom and then to bed. I've never been this intimate with a man. Laying him down, getting him to drink some more water. I wickedly lay next to him cuddling him in my arms. watching the emotion and fading light play across his visage, I sleep a dream of him and me in wick things of Austen, Shelley, Yeats.
2day before Christmas eve
I wake hot; I feel the man entangle with me. His arms around me, one hand up under my t-shirt caressing my breast. the other laying across my hip stroking my garden. I'm wet and my hand is entwined with his stoking me while my other lays across his manhood, kneading and stroking, I realize with a start. wantonness is not something I know. I feel his heart quicken, and wake up his hands move faster and more sure to their goals, my hand response. I feel the building tide within rise and explode. as I seep down to mother earth; I feel him surge and release in my hand, the wetness explodes across my thigh. he moans and shakes as I milk him to finish, we drift and crash quickly to sleep. sweet dreams heavenly sleep.
At the resort:
The sheriff is looking for Christian; Elliot and Taylor are detoxing. The storm has hamper the effort and several cars of college kids were strand the first night, luck no one is killed or serious hurt. One of the print comes back for a college kid, a ski bum, for receiving stolen property. His prints should not be on Taylor coffee cup. The bar tender at the resort remember Christen and Taylor both getting coffee, from a part time waiter-server, the waiter is the ski bum college roommate and suspect in the stolen property. The sheriff finds them with two comatose girls in a hotel room, searches discovered drugs including the club-trip and roofies.
CPOV:dec22:
The Mt. Rainier ski resort is bustle with the holiday crowd. Mom and Dad are here as part of a medical conference slash Christmas gig. Elliot has been here for three-day cruising and shagging the snow bunnies, coeds and cougars, what a frigging manwhore. Taylor and I flew in this morning. A storm front is moving in for the two day before Christmas, expected to be clear Christmas day. Skiing will be perfect. I meet Elliot in the resort's main bar, we get coffee. We talk but Elliot already is drunk. "Taylor take him back to rental house were staying at. I'm going to check on Charlie Tango at the airfield." I leave sipping my coffee, planning my skiing, the moguls and the expert slopes await, I can check my bird and get two run in before the storm this evening.
Day before Christmas eve:
Soft rose petals fall across my chest as sweet scents engulf me. Lite feather strokes my back as my lips taste jasmine and coconut hair. My hand caresses a sweet spot between her legs, what the? I'm in bed entangle with a girl, her head in the crook of my neck, her hands caressing my chest, my back; pain? burning pain? I don't know what's going on. I'm naked and she's in t-shirt and panties. my hand in her panties still caress her wet, sweet, garden. The other is molded to her soft perfect breast. My eyes open and I stare down at this perfect girl; brown hair, delicate face, petite body, shit is she even legal? She looks 16 or maybe 17. Where am I. How the fuck did I get here?
I feel eyes staring, looking down I lose myself in fathomless pool of blue. Deep innocent orbs of ocean, sky, blue; looking into my soul, the monster, ogre, frighten boy, the broken man. She struggles to get up, I instinctively hold tighter "Christian I got pee" I release her she rises, smiling a guilty smirk and heads thru a door. I relax, my name a tempting sweet morsels on the wind. I could hear her say my name all day. but what is her name? The last I remembered was landing Charles Tango at the airfield. I must be in one of the winter rental houses, like mom and dad have for the holiday. It's so quiet, I hear the everything; water, wind, heater blowing air, the creak of the door.
"Christian your bag in on the chair here, get a shower and dress, come down I'll fix you breakfast. Mr. Lewis should be here soon to take you out." Out, my bag, Sawyer has my luggage, where's Taylor, where Sawyer, where Elliot? I stand and walk to the window looking out I see the swirling snow and know the winter storm still rages. My day bag with my ski stuff. I shower and dress, walking down the stairs; I smell the fresh bread and food, I'm hungry, she smiles as I enter the kitchen she bouncing and twisting as she whisks eggs. "Making pancakes and sausage, hungry?" "yes, very hungry!" I'm just not sure for what food or her.
"do you get high often, like two days ago?"
"What? I never get high I don't do drug. I have a zero tolerance policy. why?"
"You were seriously delusional and stoned, I've only seen that at frat parties and the one Rave, I when to."
"are you sure, I wasn't ill or something?" even as the words leave my mouth I know she right. I was out of my mind for two days, but how?
"you were sweating and overheating, mumbling and crying about your mother, angel, and cigarette. you strip and threw yourself into a snow bank rolling back and forth, till I drag you inside."
"I would never intentional take drugs. someone must have drugged me; I just don't remember right now."
"Christian, it's ok. eat and will wait for Mr. Lewis"
"I need a phone." I spot a wall phone and move to picking it up its dead, "where my cell phone?"
"it's in the entry charging but their no reception out here."
"the resort has excellent cell coverage!" I bark, fear invading me.
"Christian were not at a resort, you're on Silver Creek, in the middle of MT. Rainier."
"What how did I get here! A what is your name!"
she laughs "Anastasia, but call me Anna; a you drove, really well, toke out the power, phone, my dad's truck and I think the only snowmobile."
"What? I did all that?" "yep!" "I'm sorry Anna (sweet name for a sweet girl, I want to hug her and kiss her) who Mr. Lewis?"
"Mr. Lewis is the caretakers lives at the beginning of the road about 5 miles that way"
Christmas eve 7pm
We eat and wait for Mr. Lewis who never comes. Anna is a really good cook. I wash the dishes, I vaguely remember how from middle school days, mom favorite punishment. We retire to the couch. She touches my chest and massages my back. I feel heaven, no pain no fear, just this deep connection. We spend time on the couch just kissing and feeling. The incredible emotions and touching, god she electrifies me. I could just kiss her forever. The feeling start as pinpricks and build into towering wave of love, happiness, joy. The feel of her breast in my hand, perfect. I've taken her to multi-orgasm just fondling her perfect breast. We nap, she holds me stroking my chest kissing my scars away.
Afterwards we rest on the floor before the fire, Anna has her Tess. I try to read a Bond book. Getting bored, I break out my laptop and start to look at spread sheet. "Anna, you said the network was down?" "Yes the phone in dead?" "I'm showing a strong Wi-Fi link." "Mr. Lewis said you had to plug into computer jack over there to get internet." I plug in my laptop and get internet "I think the internet is a Wi-Fi link and not over the phone line." "Let me check my laptop, Daddy will be worried." "Christian I have a lot to text from daddy, and Mr. Lewis. He plans to be here tomorrow." "better txt him and your dad first, the speed in really low, must be the weather."
Mr. Lewis I am safe, have a lost traveler for you to pick up. The power and phone line are out. Be careful. Daddy truck is broken, and the garage. Anna
Daddy I am safe, the power and phone lines are down, did not know network was Wi-Fi, I have a lost traveler staying with me. Everything is ok. Love Annie
"I'm a lost traveler?" "Did you want me to tell my ex-Marine father you are here alone with me, mister stoner Christian"
"Anna, I am not a stoner, we are both adults. Consenting adult." I lean in and kiss her. We end up on the couch shedding cloths. I make her scream, my wick wickedly good tongue and talented fingers. She takes me in her mouth, deep, doesn't she have a gag reflex. I cannot stop, control is in her sweet mouth and tender hands "ANNA, stop if you don't want to swallow. O baby, please ugh augh" The room spins and I wake on the couch, Anna applying a cold towel to my head. "Are you ok, you passed out, I thought I broken you. When you feel better you better text your folks." Better? I can't imagine a better point in my life, than right here. Right now, with Miss Anna Steele.
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Victoria, Canada 6pm Christmas eve
"Miranda, I'm worried about Anna. She hasn't called or emailed me in two days. Something might have happened"
"Ray, honey she ok probably caught up in a book. Have you called?"
"No, I promise to let her be, you know that. She would never not call or email."
"Look, I'll call Mr. Lewis, he promised to plow the road every few days as needed."
7pm
"Ray, a storm has hit the area and the phone lines are down to the cabin, don't worry, baby. Mr. Lewis is plowing tomorrow morning. She safe, Anna is loaded with common sense and smarts"
"What if she hurt or something, I should fly down tonight?"
"No, wait for tomorrow. Ray she'll be fine, the cabin is secure and self-sustained. Beside the microwave computer link is still up. Mr. Lewis is waiting for Anna to notice the IM he's left"
"ok but if I don't hear from her tomorrow, I'm heading back"
7:30pm
Daddy I am safe, the power and phone lines are down, did not know network was Wi-Fi, I have a lost traveler staying with me. Everything is ok. Love Annie
I feel better, but who is lost traveler and why is Annie being vague. I rest my head on Mira's tits as she strokes my hair. Annie is safe. My daughter is safe.
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Christmas eve 11pm
Gpov: Cary comes rushing into the living room. Elliot and Taylor are sitting on the couch, sipping fluids. The drug has passed, but the dehydration is slowly fading. "Gracie, Christian just texted me! His in a cabin on the other side of the mountain. Mom Dad I am safe at cabin snowed in on Silver creek, phone and power lines down, car destroyed. Confused, not injured suspect I was drugged. Expect Mr. Lewis tomorrow to plow road to us. Love Christian
Christian, so happy to hear you. Yes, Elliot, Taylor and You drugged. Suspect arrested. Will sent Sawyer to get you. DAD.
No, Mr. Lewis will deliver us to Sheriff station in town. Sawyer pick us up there. Christian
Son, us, who are you with. DAD who is he with?
I am bringing a date. Save some present, be there about 4pm. Got to go. Late love Christian.
He's bringing a date. What is going on. I call the Sheriff. Mr. Lewis works for the Daniels-Deaford family. Mom was friend with them. I wake her up, asking, telling her Christian's safe, she happy. Her godson Daniel Daniels-Deaford dies six years ago, only keeps in touch with his widow Miranda. Gives me the number.
"Hello is this Miranda Daniels-Deaford. This is DR. Grace Trevelyan-Grey. Your late husband was my mother godson. You have cabin near Mt. Rainier look after by a Mr. Lewis?" "yes I remember your mother and yes I have the cabin. What can I do for you it rather late?" "Who is at the Cabin?" "I fail to see what business it is who I loan my cabin to." "My son is at the cabin; I want to know who he's with" "Your son is lost traveler. What? Ray stop don't you_" a strong deadly male voice comes on the line "Who are you and what is your son doing to my daughter!" Daughter?
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