No

I didn't want to eavesdrop (that's another lie, I did) so I continued downstairs. I put a kettle of water on the stove and grabbed Jess' favorite tea, lavender mint, which we'd buy at the local farmer's market. I also put on a cup of coffee in case Tina wanted some. I grabbed a box of crackers and began slicing some meats and cheeses when I heard their bedroom door open.

"Smells good down here!" I could hear Tina's voice from the top of the steps and two girls' footsteps as they made their way downstairs.

When I looked up, I nearly dropped my mug. Sure, they mentioned that they hadn't packed much and they certainly implied that what they did pack was sexy but... holy shit.

Jessica had on a white, long-sleeved, one-piece, jumpsuit that somehow covered her entire body but also left nothing to the imagination. The high quality cotton clung to her like a second skin, every curve and contour was on display. Her nipples protruded noticibly through the thin material.

Tina's outfit was heavier and looser but showed off much, much more skin. To call what she wore as a top a "bra" wouldn't be quite right. To call it a sweater would be generous. It almost seemed like a sweater that was cut in half and trimmed in some very intentional places. The white, woolen material draped across her upper body and simultaneously seemed two sizes too large in some parts and perfectly fit in others. Her arms were the most covered as the long sleeves extended to her wrists but the neckline plunged nearly halfway down her chest and the hem tightened to her body and stopped a few inches below her breasts. Her bottoms weren't much better. The same woolen material clung tight and high to her hips but hung loose over her round ass. Just like the top, it seemed as if it was too large but also cut short, hovering somewhere between panties and short-shorts.

TINA - https://www.deviantart.com/mikeyxxxx/art/Chalet-babe-73-1232784187

I stared.

I just stared.

I couldn't help it.

I just stared.

I was prepared for Jessica - I'd seen her completely naked plenty of times - but both?

"These were the least revealing outfits we could find," Tina said with a shrug, undoubtedly recognizing that I couldn't have pried my eyes from them if I tried.

Fuck. This was going to be a long few days.

"I, uhh, I made some hot water for tea and put on a pot of coffee if you guys want some," I stammered. "I also have wine or liquor and stuff to make some ridiculously good hot chocolates." I smiled at Jessica when I mentioned the hot chocolates. The two of us had made all sorts of concoctions with peanut butter and coconut and, of course, generous amounts of schnapps or vodka or whatever other liquor fit into our mad scientist hot cocoas. On more than one occasion, some flirty fun with the whipped cream and melted chocolate ended up leading to some extracurriculars. One time, we didn't even make it to our room or the shower, we just had sex right there on the kitchen floor... right where I was standing.

"I'll take some coffee," Tina said cheerfully. "And maybe a glass of wine, if you don't mind opening the Cabernet."

"Not at all," I replied. "That's why I pulled them out. I'm not sure how much of all this will last through the storm."

Jessica noticed the distinct wooden teabox. "I'll have a cup of coffee."

"You drink coffee now?" I asked. She had been so adamant that she would never drink it.

"A bit," she said with a shrug. "Only good stuff. And I remember everyone always complimenting your coffee here."

That unmistakable coldness still surrounded her - her tone, her motions, her expressions - but I couldn't help but feel a bit of a tingle every time she mentioned things she remembered.

"The pulled pork should be ready in about an hour."

"Pulled pork!" Tina exclaimed. "That's what I was smelling. That sounds great!"

"I cut up some potatoes that I was going to make into steak fries and I've got some lettuce and vegetables I can use to whip up a salad."

"You don't have to do all that," Tina said, waving her hand. "You've been working so hard, you should just relax. We're good with just the pulled pork."

"No worries at all. I love cooking. And I was going to make it all anyway."

We fixed up our drinks, Jessica with a cup of coffee, Tina double-fisting with coffee and wine, and myself with tea (and a bit of whisky), then settled down in the living room to relax.

"I'll get the fire going once I'm done with this tea, then I'll start working on dinner," I said, grabbing a slice of pepperoni. "It's not too bad now, but the temperature is going to start dropping quick in here once the sun goes down and something tells me you two might start getting a bit cold. I've plenty of blankets, help yourselves."

"Don't worry, we'll figure out ways to keep each other warm," Jessica said, shifting closer to Tina. She nudged her blonde girlfriend on the elbow but Tina didn't respond. Suddenly their rolls seemed to shift, Jessica trying to be playful while Tina kept it close and cold.

"So how long have you guys had this place?" Tina asked.

"About twenty years or so now," I replied. "I think I was 8 when it was built. We came here as much as we could. Winter break, spring break, summers. We love it here. We were all just here over the holidays. Twenty-five of us now, crammed into this one cabin."

"Oh, wow, that must have been crazy."

"Yea. We had people sleeping pretty much everywhere."

I finished up my tea then I headed to the mudroom to grab some firewood. As I did, I took a peak outside. We had been so wrapped up in talking that we hadn't even noticed it had started snowing. The clouds had rolled over, filling the sky, and a soft flurry drifted down, leaving a growing dusting on the surrounding trees and grass. I could just barely see the faint glow of the sun through the clouds and falling snow as it began to descend behind the horizon.

"That already feels great," Tina said, rubbing her hands together as I really got the fire going. She and Jess had snuggled up under blankets on opposite sides of the couch. I gave the fire a few more pokes to get the logs to settle.

"Alright," I said. "I'm going to prepare dinner. Do you guys need anything else to drink?"

"I'll take another glass of wine," Tina said, extending her glass to me. I took it and looked at Jess.

"I'm good for now," she replied.

Huh

Making dinner gave me some time to process everything that was happening. It was certainly a lot. Just a few hours ago, I figured I'd be snowed in alone, watching movies and TV shows or playing video games or working out or reading. And masturbating. A lot.

But now, I had company and, as much as I loved company, this was not normal company. It wasn't even technically invited company. It was my ex-girlfriend. And her girlfriend. This seemed less real life and more the plot of a movie starring Zendaya, Tom Holland, and Sydney Sweeney.

And, Jesus, those outfits. It was hard to complain about sharing a cabin with two scantily-clad, blonde knockouts, but knowing that I wouldn't have chance with either of them was going to be tough.

As I was prepping dinner, I found every excuse to peak out into the living room. My eyes would dart between Jess, wrapped in that tight cotton jumpsuit, and Tina, who's top seemed to shift with every movement and only cover half of her breasts. I couldn't help but notice that they were still sitting on opposite ends of the couch and hadn't said a word to each other since I had gotten up.

Are they in a fight?

The thought occupied my brain for half a second before it began to wander into more salacious thoughts. By the time I stuck the sliced and seasoned potato wedges in the oven and grabbed the head of lettuce from the fridge, I had a full on boner that was straining against the crotch of my flannel pajama pants. Unfortunately, I didn't notice and, when I closed the refrigerator door and absent-mindedly began walking back to the counter, crashed boner-first into Tina who had just stepped through the open doorway. I essentially jousted her with my cock, right in the thigh.

"OH!" she said, startled and jumping backward. "Ow." She began rubbing her thigh and looked down at my hands. By the look she gave, she noticed that I wasn't carrying anything hard and pointy, at least not in my hands. Her face drew up to mine, startled.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I didn't see you there. I... ummm..." I couldn't imagine there were words I could have said that would respectfully convey, "I'm sorry I crashed into you with my boner" so, instead, I just stammered a bit. "Are you OK?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine," she said, visibly squashing the thoughts in her head.

Fuck, I wish I could read her mind right now

"Is everything OK in there?" Jessica called from the living room.

NO SORRY I JUST STABBED YOUR GIRLFRIEND IN HER THIGH WITH MY DICK!

"Yea, we just ran into each other, that's all," Tina replied.

"Umm, can I get you something? Did you need something?"

"I was just coming in to see if you needed any help."

"Oh," I said. "No, I'm good. Really. I just need to whip up this salad and then we'll be good to go."

"Well, let me help you," Tina said. I guess the fact that she wanted to stay and help was a good sign. I wouldn't have blamed her if she wanted to run straight out the front door and through the mountains as far from me as possible.