Not well for K-T.

As soon as they started K-T began to realize something. Firstly he felt like he had been set up until this point, the sisters looked now a lot more comfortable on their skis than before and much more risk taking. he could barely keep up with them once a quarter of the slop was passed.

Secondly having only skied so far on the nice flattened and worked snow of official slopes he had greatly underestimated how it would be to go down some wild slope covered in a mix of ice plates and powdery snow.

He was still hopeful, because he could not afford not to be and began going faster, taking less care of his trajectory. At the middle of the slope he had passed Wilma, but Greta was still ahead as if boosted by her massive tits. He was on her heels but he couldn't gain over her. At the last quarter Wilma was way behind and K-T spotted some slight jump that could go faster than the sharp curve that Greta was taking to avoid a snow bank.

Praying for luck he gained speed and aimed for the bump that would allow him to jump over it. At exactly the right angle he took the bump, leaving the ground, soaring like an eagle in the sky...

Only to have the tip of his sky catch in deep snow at the landing. The shock unlocked his feet from the skis and catapulted him forward into a huge pile of light powdery snow.

With the impact his suit didn't remain nicely tied around his waist. it untied itself, filled with snow to the brim, rolled down to his ankles and the seam between his legs cracked just under the broken zipper splitting the suit from the front collar, All the way down and up to the middle of his back. Even if he managed to tie it down again like before it wouldn't hide very much.

But as K-T extracted himself from the snowpile, somehow this wasn't his main concern, nor was the cold snow against his naked dick. His main concern was the couple of girls waving at him from the bottom of the slope, meaning that he had lost the race and would have to go down the next two slopes wearing only his non existant underwear.

The girls were laughing and high-fiving. K-T soon realized that he had a problem. With the heavy, rigid ski shoes locked on his feet, the ski suit bunched at his ankles and filled with tons of snow, he couldn't get up without exposing himself. The legs and arms of the suit were very heavy because of the snow inside them, they were so full that he couldn't get the pants up and were getting wet due to the residual heat from his body melting some snow. Worse even if he gave up and got up naked he would be unable to walk to get his skis back without emptying or getting rid of the suit, both would involve removing it and removing the ski shoes, leaving him absolutely naked on the snow.

He couldn't wait very long before doing something or he would literally freeze his balls off. He had fallen very near to the bottom of the slope, what was left to go down was almost flat. Already he could see the girls coming towards him, pushing themselves up using their sticks and crab walking the steeper parts. Seeing him not get up they might have thought he was hurt, and their smiles had turned to worried faces.

"K-T are you alright? Are you hurt? Wilma, go get his skis, I'll help him up!" said Greta.

Greta got closer and realized KT's predicament. She laughed a bit and offered him her hand to get you.

"Hey, our friends back home were right, you Americans really are naughty boys, going to sky naked under your suit is pretty ballsy."

"It's my first time skiing, I didn't know you could wear something underneath it."

"Well most people wouldn't even think about doing that, right Wilma?" she asked her sister.

"Sure, at least it seems like they were wrong about the cold making those things shrink, I knew it was a bad excuse from Hans." replied Wilma, pointing out at KT's dick, now shriveled down to a bit over 5 inches from having been dunked in the snow from a while.

"Actually that's true, it shrunk quite a lot." replied K-T quite embarrassed to have his junk be the subject of the conversation. It got him quite a smirk from Wilma and Greta double checked down her mouth open, she had been convinced that his shriveled cock was at its full size and didn't imagine it could get bigger.

"No need to try to put this on since you'll have to do the next two run in your underwear" said Greta, helping him remove his snow shoes to untangle his suit.

Those two girls were really sexy and seemed to like K-T, the fact he ended naked rested on him (and slightly on his aunt). Showing courage and trustworthiness today by paying up on his bet could pay some dividends later on the trip if he kept in contact with the sisters. They had already seen him naked anyway.

K-T stood absolutely naked for an instant, before putting back his snow shoes and mounting back on his skis that Wilma got for him. Blood flow had warmed up his poor frozen cock, letting it regain his original size to the amazement of the girls, and then more. K-T had a very active imagination and while he was reviewing in his mind what would have happened had he won or what could happen later with the girls, his cock started to engorge itself to reach the 9 inches of its erect size.

The girls not only impressed were now quite shocked at what K-T was packing.

After some laughter and a few sentences in their language they went to the edge of the slope and encouraged K-T to go first.

K-T did so, launching himself on the slope, drifting on the snow at high speed, his hard dick breaking the wind in front of him like the prow of some old ship. The girls were close behind, having now revealed themselves way better skiers than they initially let appear.

They chained up two slopes without stopping, K-T getting weird looks from a bunch of other skiers as he streaked his way down mounted on skis.

At the bottom of the second slope K-T waited a few seconds for the girls to arrive and hailed them.

"See, I did it. Can I have my suit back now?"

"Well, you did it indeed crazy boy. Wilma, give him his suit back." said Greta.

"What do you mean sis? It is you who have his suit!" replied the second sister.

K-T didn't like what he was hearing, it was obvious from looking at them that none of them had his ski suit with them. It could only mean one thing, it was still up the slope where they had started. He could hear them argue in their foreign language for a moment before Greta talked to him again.

"I'm sorry K-T, we were both so distracted by this!" she said, pointing to his hard cock. "That we both thought that the other had it."

Wilma also wanted to apologize and be reassuring.