"I should get the fire going"

"Anyway, I should probably get the fire going before I get too deep into this next bottle of wine."

"I leave you two alone for a few hours and you're sloppy drunk already?" Jessica said, entering the living room as I returned with some fire wood. She stopped me dead in my tracks. I wasn't sure I'd get used to seeing those two girls in their skimpy, sexy outfits and I wasn't sure I wanted to.

"Good timing," I said. "I was just getting the fire going."

"I need a break from this puzzle," Tina said. She laid down, stretching her arms over her head and her legs far across the couch. "I feel like I'm getting dizzy."

"That's probably the wine," Jessica said with more than a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Did you guys drink an entire bottle already?"

"No," I answered. "I drank an entire bottle already."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Jess sighed, though I could tell she was suppressing some amusement.

"I could take a nap," Tina said.

"These couches are comfortable, or there's plenty of beds or couches in other rooms if you want some privacy."

"Why don't we watch Scream 2 and I might just drift off to sleep?"

"Sounds like a plan to me," I said. Tina and Jessica curled up under blankets. Jess sat on the far side of the long couch, furthest from me in the loveseat, while Tina laid down, her head resting on Jessica's lap. Jess seemed annoyed at first but, as the movie progressed, I noticed her start to stroke her fingers lightly through Tina's blonde hair. By the time the credits rolled, she had drifted off to sleep. The silence quickly became awkward.

"So, you two have been dating for...?"

"One year," Jessica replied, very matter-of-factly.

"Oh, wow," I replied without thinking.

"This was supposed to be a romantic one year anniversary trip."

"That sounds nice."

"Well it's been anything but," Jessica said.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Silence.

"Umm," I began.

"I don't want to talk about it with you," Jessica said, cutting me off before I could even figure out how to say what I was going to say.

"Yea, that's cool. Of course. Hey, why don't I get us some more drinks?"

"I'm good."

I stalled, staring at her, simultaneously frustrated that she wouldn't even attempt to enjoy the few days she was here and also awestruck and how fucking sexy she looked. I didn't even care that she didn't seem grateful that I let her stay. I didn't need that. I just... I don't know, maybe I was just drunk.

"OK," I finally said with sigh. "I'll, umm, I'm just going to head upstairs for a bit. Here's the remote."

I spent the next ten minutes lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling while my brain alternated between hating Jess, remembering all the incredible times we had together, visioning her in one of the sexy outfits she'd worn the past two days, remembering all the incredible sex we had, then back to hating her again.

What a goddamn whirlwind, I thought. Nothing a game or two of NCAA football can't fix.

I wasn't wrong. But after playing a game, I found myself growing hungry. I was going to **** myself to play another game but then I wondered if Jessica and Tina might be hungry as well and I didn't want to be a bad host.

When I got downstairs, I found Tina still sleeping on the couch, though Jessica was nowhere to be found. She had rolled around a bit, presumably from Jessica getting up, and her bare leg stuck out from the blanket.

God, she has great legs

Her dress had ridden up a bit and the bottom curve of her ass cheek was visible.

Fuck

I took a deep breath and walked upstairs to Jessica and Tina's room.

Knock knock

"Come in."

"Hey," I said, poking my head around the door. "I just wanted to give you a heads up that I was going to make some dips and stuff if you're hungry at all."

"OK."

"Do you have any preferences?"

"No, I'm not really hungry."

"OK. I was just going to make a buffalo chicken dip then just whip some French Onion dip with, like, sour cream and the French Onion Soup mix we get from the Farmer's Market."

"OK."

"...OK." Another sigh escaped my lungs as I closed the bedroom door.

I poured myself a beer - need a break from wine and liquor - and put together the dips. While the buffalo chicken dip was cooking, I settled back at the coffee table where I continued the puzzle while I munched on some chips and French Onion dip. I actually got into it, going on a roll while putting together some of the blue spires. For a moment, the two sexy girls, including the one sleeping on my couch just a few feet from me, escaped my thoughts.

For just a moment.

"Back at it?" I was so in the zone, I hadn't noticed that Tina had woken up.

"Uhh, yea," I replied, slightly startled. When I looked up, my eyes instinctively went straight to her chest. Incredible cleavage filled my vision.

"I just keep scaring you, huh?" Tina teased. "I don't know if this whole Scream marathon is the best idea for you."

I laughed along.

"Oooh, is that French Onion dip? I LOVE French Onion dip."

"Help yourself," I said, offering the bowl and the bag of chips.

"And something smells really good."

"That would be some buffalo chicken dip. It should be done soon actually. I should go check on it." I got up and headed to the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink while I'm up?"

Tina thought about it.

"C'mon, you can't let me drink alone."

"You were going to do that all week anyway if we weren't here."

"That's actually a really good point," I conceded with a laugh.

"But, sure," Tina said. "Can you make me something with coffee in it? I could use a pick-me-up."

"Coming right up!"

By the time I was finished making our drinks, the dip was ready. I pulled it out of the oven, grabbed a bag of chips, then Tina and I were right back at the puzzle. It was quiet as we worked section by section, filling in nearly half of the puzzle through the next half hour. I could tell Tina wanted to say something a few times but decided to hold back and I certainly wanted to break the silence but, since I'd done a pretty good job of sticking my foot in my mouth before, decided to focus on the puzzle at the moment. Our conversation was mostly mutterings about pieces not fitting or brief celebrations of getting a piece we'd been searching for.

"You're really good at these," Tina finally said. It snapped my focus enough for me to look up at her. I realized immediately that I'd somehow stayed focused on the puzzle and snacks that I'd refrained from checking her out, but that changed as my eyes got sucked into the gravity that was her cleavage. Her dress hung loose, the inner curve of her breasts on full display. I couldn't have avoided it if I'd tried.

And I certainly wasn't going to try.

Tina looked up, catching that my eyes were clearly focused south of her own.

"Yea," I said, my eyes darting up to meet hers, only to get lost in the sapphire sparkle underneath her long, dark lashes. "I've done all the puzzles that are open already."

"We should open a new one when we're done with this one," Tina suggested, finally looking back down at the puzzle and allowing me a brief refrain from her gorgeous eyes.

Jessica was so beautiful I almost couldn't comprehend it sometimes. Between her adorable face, shining green eyes, perfect, hourglass figure, breasts that seemed simply impossible for a girl of her stature, and a round, double-handful of an ass, her hotness never got old. I never understood how men could cheat on women that beautiful. The idea of growing tired of her just because it was "the same thing" each day was something I couldn't wrap my head around. Every screaming orgasm, every time she removed her top and those perfect breasts plopped into my hands, heck, every time we just kissed, it was like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

Her beauty and sexiness seemed to have no constraints. The first day I laid eyes on her, she was wearing a baggy t-shirt and thick sweatpants. Her hair was a bit straggly and she didn't have on an ounce of makeup. She looked like she had just gotten back from studying for ten straight hours at the library - because she had. And she was stunning. After that, I saw her in sexy Halloween costumes, skimpy themed outfits, and various dresses - both sexy and elegant - and she looked incredible every time. I can't say that she didn't look great with a bit of makeup, but her natural looks alone were enough to get my gears turning.

I say all that to get back to Tina who seemed to have the very same effect. I'm not going to pretend she didn't look jaw-dropping when I saw her enter the kitchen yesterday in her sexy sweater-thing, but I'll never forget that she initially took my breath away while bundled up in layers of thick winter garb. Now, as she sat across from me on the floor, dressed in another skimpy outfit, her hair was a bit of a mess from her nap and her makeup had run its course, but still I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

She had a more slender face than Jessica, her cheek bones a bit more pronounced, but her green eyes had that same sparkle as Jessica's blues. She was a bit taller, longer if you will, than Jessica and the rest of her features fit her frame perfectly. Her breasts were maybe a bit smaller but her legs were longer and her ass, while not as round as Jessica's, was perfectly toned.

What was I talking about again?

"Hey!" Tina said, snapping be back to reality once again. I followed her gaze to find Jessica standing in the doorway.

"It's freezing down here," Jessica said, clutching her bare elbows tight to her body with no self awareness whatsoever.

"Crap," I said, looking over at the fire that was rapidly waning.

"Just start drinking and you'll warm up quickly," Tina said, raising her half-empty glass.

"Let me toss another log on the fire before you girls start covering yourselves up," I joked. Jessica groaned but Tina laughed along.

"It's started snowing again," Jessica said.

"Wow, it's really coming down," I noted, looking out the window. I strolled over to the front of the house to look outside at the driveway where I found about two inches on the driveway. "I could swear I just plowed that this morning."

"Do you need to go out again?" Tina asked.

"Not yet," I replied. "I'll probably let it get another six inches or so before I hit it again. Depending on how drunk I am by the time we hit that six inches."

"Being drunk hasn't stopped you from driving that four-wheeler before," Jessica chided.

"This is true," I said, remembering the many times I'd been hammered and plowed the driveway then followed it up with some donuts on the slick asphalt. All the while, Jessica would yell at me in fear that I would tip over or toss myself from the vehicle.

"Much better," Jessica said as I placed another log in the fireplace and stoked the fire back to life.

"So did you come down here to help us with the puzzle or to sit in silence on the couch again?" I asked.

Fuck, the **** was doing some damage

Jessica glared at me and, very sternly, replied, "I'm starving."

I looked over at the dish of buffalo chicken dip that had maybe a few mouthfuls left.

"There's a bit of dip left," I said. "It might be kind of cold. I can heat it up if you want but I'm going to start cooking dinner soon."

"What's on the menu today?" Tina asked.

"I'm thinking burgers today. We can do steaks or salmon tomorrow. I shouldn't have to plow so I'll have more time to focus on cooking.

"Or drinking," Jessica ribbed.

"And drinking," I sarcastically corrected. I hoped making dinner would give me some relief from fantasizing about Jessica and Tina, but I had made burgers so many times, I was on autopilot and my mind couldn't help but begin to wander. They were back to being on opposite sides of the couch, surfing through Netflix until they landed on some real estate show where the women somehow dressed nearly identical to them while showing off houses. Somehow last night, when I heard them whimpering and moaning and cumming together, seemed like days ago. I was hoping that would be the norm, and maybe tonight they'd get back at it, but it was starting to seem less and less likely.

Dinner provided a glimmer of hope as Jessica had wine and was certainly more talkative than she had been all day.

"These burgers are amazing," Tina said. "And the fries, you made them yourself?" I nodded proudly.

"Of all the things that Ethan cooks, burgers were always my favorite," Jessica said.

"I make burgers in many different ways, but this is Jessica's favorite," I said. "Or, at least, it was."

"Still is," Jessica replied, taking a large bite.

The girls opened up a bit and I learned that they were planning on moving in together but, once that subject came up, it seemed like Jessica shut down a bit, seemingly frustrated that it was brought up at all.

"That's a big step," I said, looking between the two girls. I took a big gulp of wine as I tried to read the room. "Anyway, if you girls don't mind cleaning up, I'm going to hit the driveway."

I took my time plowing, enjoying the fresh, crisp air and activity after most of my exercise from the day was from getting up and walking to the kitchen to make myself another beverage. I was about to pull the ATV back into the garage when I got another idea.

"Oh my god!" I could hear Tina shout over the rev of the 90 horesepower engine. I could see Jessica shaking her head as she whipped by me over and over. They were standing at the edge of the garage, watching as I spun donuts in the driveway. I spun a few more rotations before letting go of the accelerator and sliding to a stop.

"Never gets old," I said as I pulled up my goggles. Jessica shook her head again then turned around to walk back inside. She was stopped dead in her tracks by the strike of a snowball on her lower back. The look she had when she turned around was something from another dimension but she was quickly fighting back a smirk as another snowball hit Tina in her thigh. The tall blonde let out a yelp and quickly bundled up some snow but, instead of throwing it at me, she tossed it at Jess, hitting her square in the chest. The poorly made snowball exploded on impact and covered her black top in fluffy, white powder. Jessica fought back and I joined in, making sure to keep my attacks aimed low and the snowballs softly packed. The girls pranced around, sending various body parts bouncing and jiggling. Their clothes dampened and stuck to their skin, blossoming with chilled goosebumps.

"OK, OK, OK," Jess chanted, waving her hands frantically in surrender. "That's enough."

We all calmed down and began heading inside but Jessica surprised me with one last snowball. I think she meant to hit me in the chest but her aim was... not so great, and she hit me square in the face.

"I am so sorry!" Jessica said, apologizing profusely. I tried to play it tough but, if I'm being honest, it did sting quite a bit.

"I think my toes are frozen solid," Tina said, tip-toeing around the washroom. My goggles fogged up immediately once I stepped inside and, when I pulled them off, I was greeted to Tina and Jessica, glistening with beads of water and crystals of snow. Their clothes clung to their bodies, their nipples visibly poking through the thick woolen material. Their hair similarly damp, stuck strands to their cheeks and shoulders.

"I have an idea," I said.

"No," Jessica quickly retorted.

"Come on."

"No," she insisted.

"What?" Tina asked. I looked at Jessica who shook her head.

"What?" Tina asked again.

"We don't even have bathing suits," Jessica said.

"Wait, do you have a hot tub here?" Tina asked. I smiled.

"You guys can go in the hot tub if you want," Jessica said. "But I'm staying out of it."