Nope. Time for plan B.

"You picked a hell of a time to rescue us!" the black man shouted over the storm as he held the door and acted as a wind break for the girls.

"You picked a hell of a time to crash!" Keith shouted back. I'm a Ranger with the Garnet Pass Ranger Station and we're going to try to get your asses back down to the cabin," Keith bellowed over the building storm. "My partner Ginny is in our Jeep. Get in there and we'll get going before we get buried out here!"

The girls bolted, wearing snow suits and heavy coats. Keith had to double check to make sure their panties and bras were still in the truck and he felt his dick twitch against the snow pants as he saw a matched silky red panty-bra set on the dash as well as a black thong.

"Do you have any medicine or essentials in the vehicle?" Keith shouted on the way back to the Jeep.

"No man, we're good!" the black college student hollered back. He piled in with the girls in the back seat and Keith got in the front; his door wasn't even shut before they started moving, hoping to make time.

"South Fork Ranger Station, this is Garnet Pass Rescue, over," Ginny said into the CB. A voice answered back, but the static of the storm was making it impossible to hear them. "South Fork Ranger Station, this is Garnet Pass Rescue, over," she repeated. Again, there was static as Ginny drove back down the mountain, bucking snow drifts that were already up to the head-lights of the car.

"Fuck me running, we're not going to make it all the way back to Garnet Pass," Ginny said to Keith. The girls in the back seat looked scared, but nothing seemed to be bothering the brother.

"Get to Sutherland's Cabin, at least there we have a land-line and we can call," Keith said through gritted teeth. Ginny frowned momentarily and concentrated on driving in the rapidly worsening storm.

"All right, nobody panic," Keith said, looking at the passengers, trying to not visibly ogle the girls. "We're going to a place called Sutherland's Cabin. It's about 150 years old, but it's well insulated, it's been modernized, and there's food there, but no generator. We can call the ranger station that radioed us to come get you, so they won't send anyone else out in this shit. We'll take care of everything else in the morning once the storm breaks."

"My name's Virginia, but you can call me Ginny," the driver said as Keith fastened his seat belt. "This is Ranger Keith," she added.

"I'm Cassandra," the redhead piped up meekly.

"I'm Julia," the native girl said nodding to the two rangers.

"You can call me Matt, it'll just be easier that way," the black man said. "Though Cassandra calls me 'Oh GOD!' more often than not, so whatever's good for you, is good for me," he added with a shit eating grin.

"If you settle on 'Oh God' for him, you might as well use my pet name...what is it Cass? 'Oh fuck yes, you fucking cunt-eating slut!'?"

Keith nodded and his cock was rock hard inside his pants, and he was sure he could almost smell Ginny's half-fucked cunt and he knew her turgid nipples were trying to bore holes through her coat. Silence fell on the truck, and the only things that changed for the next five minutes were the depth of the snow, the whiteness of Ginny's knuckles on the wheel, and the redness of Cassandra's blush as she burned with embarrassment.