Winter's Ash

Ashley Cross had grown up in a small little town called Fairbanks, just off the coast of the Dragon Ocean. Her mother and father had been treasure hunters and had fallen in love, when their individual adventures had led them to a chance encounter.

While they had been willing to settle down for a little over a decade the need for adventure became to strong for them to resist, and they left their children in the care of their uncle Kyle, while they set out to explore the world.

While Richard Cross and his wife Sarr were gone, Richard's brother Kyle would look after the two children, and became like a second father to the two of them. Kyle was a talented butcher, and made a decent living, allowing him to provide for the children even without the help of the money their parents would leave him whenever they went on another adventure.

With their parents gone months at a time, always returning with baubles and affection, Ash spent much of her time doting on her brother and uncle. During one of their family reunions, their parents having returned from another glorious adventure, her brother Kyle said he was going to join the military, and serve as his father and uncle had. While their over protective uncle hadn't liked it, both Richard and his wife were proud of their son for making such a brave decision.

From then on, her brother spent most of his time away from her, as did her parents. Once a year Winter would return with stories and tokens almost in the same manner as her parents did. These moments were special because they always coincided with her parents returning from their own adventures. The family would spend a week or two together before they departed again.

Two years later during one of their reunions her parents talked about their brand new quest, where they planned on entering the forbidden Dragon's Circle. It would be the greatest adventure they had ever been on. The Circle was a place far into the eastern ocean, where ships never came back should they stray into it. After decades of loosing ships, they had been able to pinpoint the dreaded location and made sure that all navel captains had its coordinates on their map, so they could avoid a watery grave.

Kyle had tried to talk the couple out of it, but the seasoned adventures would hear none of his complaints, adamant to do this one last grand adventure. That year she said goodbye to her family and watched them go. Never to see her parents again.

The next year when her brother came to visit, the reunion was somewhat marred, as her parents had yet to return, and were now believed lost forever in that wicked place. When his time was up Winter left to rejoin the military in what would be his last campaign, and she was left alone, seventeen, a year from reaching majority.

Her uncle Kyle had began discussing what she wanted to do when she became an adult. Ash felt the desire to see the world, but Kyle would always try to show her that the tamer life he led was worthwhile, and much safer. Kyle had once been an adventurer much like his brother and in fact the two had been on many adventures before Richard had met his beautiful elven bride Sarr.

The day of her brother's birthday had come and gone, and Ashley was concerned that he wasn't coming. With his parents not their to celebrate maybe it wasn't worth it to him anymore. As the sun rose, bringing dawn to a new day, it was now her birthday, and Ash was finally eighteen, and an adult.

Ashley rolled out of bed, and walked over to the mirror to look at herself. She was now a woman, though she hadn't changed much from yesterday. Grabbing a brush she took a minute to brush out her long silky red hair, and admire her lush ivory skin. Her features were slightly sharpened by her elvish heritage, but her hair, and her bright emerald green eyes were from her father.

Her body was all her mother, though her father had been a well built man, her mother had been the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. Like her mother she had the same toned athletic frame, with pert round ass, long sexy legs, and the same huge, firm tits.

After getting cleaned up, Ash threw on a set of black under garments, a matching black pleated skirt, and a white blouse, that hinted at the bra beneath. She left the top three buttons open, because her tits often strained against them anyway, often causing them to pop off. Finishing the outfit with some knee high black leather boots, she went downstairs, where she could smell her uncle's cooking.

Kyle stood next to the stove in simple brown breeches, boots, and a beige blouse. The lean man had kept in shape from his military service, and adventuring days. He had short wild brown hair that reminded her of her fathers, but he had a brown eye instead of the green that Richard had. His left eye had become milky white, when some beast had slashed three claws down the side of his face. The scars were long since healed, but still stood out on his tanned skin. Despite the scars, he was a handsome and pleasant man, who could still garner the affection of some of the women in the town, but for some reason he had never chose to settle down. Perhaps to busy pouring his love on his adopted children.

Ashley waved to her uncle and plopped into a chair, at the kitchen table. “Hi uncle.” The busty beauty smiled.

“Hello dear, and happy birthday.” Kyle smiled, turning with two plates in his hand. Dropping one in front of her, she was greeted by the delicious aromas of crispy bacon, succulent sausage and tasty eggs.

“Thanks!” Ashley grinned grabbing a fork and digging in.

Kyle nodded putting his own plate in front of his chair, before pouring himself a glass of milk, from a silver pitcher sitting in the middle of the table. “You decide what you want to do?” He asked picking up his fork.

“No! I didn't have some magical revelation while I was sleeping.” Ash giggled. “I think I'm going to wonder around town today, see if I can find any help wanted signs. At least I can earn my keep, till I figure it out.”

Kyle beamed with pride, at the responsible young woman's attitude. He had worked very hard to raise his children right, both for himself, for them, and for his brother and sister in law. He hoped where ever they were, they were proud of the job he had done.

The butcher pointed his silver fork at the lass, who was busy pouring her own cup of milk. “You be careful out there. Now that you're of age, all the horn dogs are going to want a piece of you.” Kyle teased her.

“It's the boobs isn't it? They want the boobs.” Ashley asked cupping her huge tits, causing the man to blush softly.

“Among other things, yes.” Her uncle nodded. “Also your brother should be home soon, and we want to celebrate your birthday tonight.”

“I'll be back before dark, promise.” The redhead smiled, going back to her meal.

When the young woman had finished breakfast, she tried to help clean up, but was ushered off by her uncle, who said she didn't have to clean on her birthday. Heading outside, she walked down to the main road, leading into the downtown section of Fairbanks. Suddenly she heard a commotion from the western road that led into town.

Glancing to her left she saw a large group of mounted men coming into town. They were dressed like mercenaries or soldiers, and looked to be hardened men of action. At the lead was a huge specimen of a warrior, dressed in large interlocking black plates of armor. His pauldrons had faces of the doomed crying out in despair, shaped into the metal, and gave him a demonic look. A large red cloak covered most of him, and the cowl hung low, leaving his face in shadows. On his back was a huge zweihander with a thick blade, tucked into a black leather sheath.

Ashley and a couple of men stood watching in awe, as the riders drew closer to them. The leader pulled his horse to the side of the road in front of the small group, while his men continued deeper into town. The large imposing figure glanced at the woman, a glint of blue eyes barely visible in the deep shadows of the cowl.

While the other men backed away intimidated by the dark knight, Ashley put her hands on her hips and stared defiantly up at him. “Can I help you?” She asked without the slightest quiver of fear in her voice.

“I heard it was someone's birthday.” A soft voice, contrasting the demonic appearance replied. Lifting his cowl, her brother smiled down at her.

Winter had taken after their mother in a lot of ways. He had the same long gorgeous white hair, the soft icy blue skin, and those crystal blue eyes. His features were sharpened by his elven side, just as hers were, and he was quite the looker. Girls had fawned over him for years when they were growing up. The large warrior got his size from his father though. A big, and well built man, Winter stood well over six feet, and was last she had seen, chiseled like a statue of a god.

“WINTER!” Ashley squealed in delight. “I didn't recognize you in that tin can.” The busty girl teased, as she bounced up and down, her large tits jiggling madly.

Her brother laughed as he dismounted his war horse. “Yeah, it's made more for war, then a stroll through town, but I didn't want to take the time to get out of it. My sis has a birthday today.”

“It's so good to see you.” The young woman practically purred, hugging the large half-elf, despite the awkward armor getting in the way.

“Look at you all grown up. You going to be a butcher or join the military?” Winter asked with a soft smile.

Ash stepped back and cupped her huge tits. “With these puppies? Stripper all the way.” The redhead laughed.

“You are, far more attractive then the women I have met abroad.” Her brother teased.

Ashley blushed at the compliment. “I was actually just about to head into town and see if anyone was hiring.”

The large warrior rolled his eyes. “I see Kyle's wisdom has prevailed. Well that can wait, take me home, so I can divest my self of this tin can.”

The young woman turned on her heel and waved her hand in a grand gesture, back toward their front door. “There you go.” She giggled.

“What? You're not going to help me? You have any idea how hard this thing is to take off?” Winter feigned a suffered look.

Ashley threw her hands up in mock disgust. “Fine!”

Giggling the two walked into their house, and was greeted by Kyle. After Winter and her uncle hugged, and exchanged pleasantries, he walked up toward his old room with his doting sister following behind.

“So,” Ashley smiled as she started helping the knight divest himself of the buckles and straps, and large chucks of protective metal. “how long are you sticking around brother mine?”

“A week or two, with my career in the military at an end, I figured I would pester you for awhile before moving on.” The large pale man smiled as his chiseled chest was slowly revealed.

She recognized some of the scars from previous times he had come home, but found a few new ones as well. “Yeah, where is your next big adventure?” She mused as she traced the new lines on his beautiful skin.

“Dragon's Circle.” The half-elf smiled down at his sister.

Ashley stared up into his enthralling eyes for what seemed like forever. “Mom and dad?” She choked a little.

“I'm going to go find them, and bring them back.” He nodded softly.

“What if, you don't come back?” She asked swallowing hard.

“I will.” The handsome man smiled pulling her into a hug.

“And if I want to go?” She murmured embracing her brother.

“Kyle wouldn't allow it.” He murmured back.

“I know.” she nodded, knowing full well her protective uncle would try to keep her from making that reckless decision.

“Besides,” Winter smiled pulling back. “it's dangerous for a girl like you to be out there.”

“What do you mean a girl like me?” Ashley growled pulling away, her huge tits bouncing in annoyance.

“A hot,” The large warrior grinned wickedly his right hand grabbing her shirt and ripping it apart, the buttons flying everywhere. “big breasted,” His left hand shot up gripping the bra between her tits, and with a vicious yank tore it asunder. “one!” Winter growled, his hands snaking up her shirt to cup his sister's huge, firm orbs.