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   Cold Outside (M+/F+, rp)   
   by Terry Madison (terri_madison@hotmail.com)   
      
   Jessica huddled with Jennifer beneath the blanket.   
   Outside the car, the winds swirled, blowing the   
   snow in every direction.  The temperature was well   
   below freezing; the wind made it feel even colder.   
      
   Tentatively, Jessica reached a hand out from under   
   the blanket and tried to crank the ignition again.   
   Nothing.   
      
   "It's no use, sis," her older sister lamented, her   
   teeth chattering. "It's dead."   
      
   And indeed it was.  The car had stalled and died,   
   roughly halfway between Minneapolis and the   
   wilderness cabin to which the two sisters were   
   headed.  They'd been unable to get it to turn over   
   again, despite their repeated efforts.   
      
   "What are we going to do," Jessica quavered, fear   
   rising in her voice.   
      
   "Let's just worry about staying warm," Jennifer   
   said.  "Once we don't show at the cabin, the guys   
   will come looking for us."   
      
   "The guys" were Steve and Mike.  Steve was   
   Jennifer's boyfriend.  At Jennifer's suggestion, he   
   had introduced his best friend, Mike, to Jessica.   
   Six months later, 19 year old Jessica was still a   
   virgin.  Mike didn't seem to mind waiting, though   
   at times he had confided to Steve that he was a   
   little frustrated that the two of them hadn't gone   
   beyond heavy petting.  Steve had talked with   
   Jennifer, who had had a long talk with her younger   
   sister about it.  The result-Jessica had agreed to   
   come along to Steve's cabin for the weekend.   
      
   Jessica had repeatedly said nothing was going to   
   happen.  But secretly she was very excited.  Maybe,   
   she had mused, she wouldn't pull Mike's hands away   
   when he tried to slip them into her pants this   
   time.   
      
   "D-do you t-think they'll come s-soon?" Jessica   
   shivered.   
      
   "I'm sure they will, " her 23-year old sister   
   assured her.   
      
   Just then, they heard a car in the distance.   
   Peeking out from beneath the blanket, Jennifer was   
   elated and relieved to see headlights.  Safe at   
   last!  Opening the passenger door, she steeled   
   herself against the biting cold, and determinedly   
   waved down the approaching vehicle.   
      
   It wasn't Steve and Mike.  The car was driven by   
   two men in their late twenties, who readily agreed   
   to take the sisters wherever they needed to go.   
      
   Piling into the back seat, Jennifer requested that   
   they go "someplace warm!!!"  Jessica, always the   
   shy one, stayed silent.  The driver of the car, who   
   introduced himself as Brad, courteously cranked up   
   the blower.   
      
   They drove in silence.  The guy in the passenger   
   seat, Scott, craned his head around quite a few   
   times to take in the sight of the two girls.  Aside   
   from a slightly smaller frame, young Jessica was   
   essentially a blonde carbon copy of her light brown   
   haired sister.  The only other noticeable   
   difference was Jennifer's buxom chest-a feature to   
   which Scott's eyes kept returning.  Jennifer   
   shifted uncomfortably in her seat.   
      
   Sharing a glance, Brad turned the car onto a   
   wooded, disused gravel drive and came to a stop.   
   Then he turned around to face the girls.   
      
   "We helped you out.  Now it's time for you to do   
   something for us."   
      
   "What did you have in mind," Jennifer inquired   
   suspiciously.   
      
   "Take your shirts off.  We wanna see what you've   
   got under there," Scott requested.   
      
   "Excuse me?" Jennifer demanded.   
      
   "You look like you got yourself a nice pair," Scott   
   drawled.  "Let's have a look."   
      
   "I don't think so."   
      
   "Either do it, or no ride," Brad pointed out.   
      
   "That's fine.  Take us back to our car, then."   
   Steve and Mike would likely already have found the   
   car, and would be waiting there for them, Jennifer   
   thought.  And might even teach these thugs a thing   
   or two about how to show respect to a lady....   
      
   "Nope...you can walk back yourself," Scott said   
   coldly, reaching back and throwing Jennifer's door   
   open.   
      
   Wincing at the biting cold, Jennifer frowned.   
   "Hey...come on.  This isn't funny."   
      
   "It's not meant to be," Scott retaliated. "Now...   
   take it off or get out."   
      
   Jennifer thought about it...but only for a second.   
   Even with their heavy coats, the girls would freeze   
   to death in a matter of minutes.   
      
   Recognizing that they had no choice, Jennifer   
   sighed in disgust.  "Fine.  If you want a cheap   
   thrill, fine by me."  She began to slowly pull her   
   sweatshirt up over her head, revealing a black lace   
   bra.  "Just take us back to our car," she demanded,   
   attempting to take charge of the situation.   
      
   "Her too," Brad demanded, indicating Jessica, who   
   hadn't moved a muscle and was still fully clothed.   
   The younger girl's eyes widened, and she began   
   blushing.   
      
   Jennifer attempted to protect her little sister.   
   "No.  You want to play your little games...you play   
   them with me.  Leave my sister out of it."   
      
   Ignoring her, Scott addressed young Jessica.  "Get   
   your top off, now...or we throw you both out."   
      
   Tears came to Jessica's eyes, and she turned to her   
   sister.   
      
   "Guys.  Knock it off.  You're scaring her,"   
   Jennifer admonished.  And me too, she added   
   silently.  "C'mon, this has gone far enough."   
      
   "It'll go as far as we want it to.  I think you   
   need to start appreciating the predicament you're   
   in," Brad explained.  "We're in the middle of   
   nowhere, and it's 20 below zero outside.  Now,   
   either do what we say, or get out of our car."   
      
   "What are you going to do to us?" Jennifer demanded   
   anxiously.   
      
   Matter-of-factly, Scott replied, "Whatever we want.   
   Now get this bitch out of her shirt before I throw   
   you both out of the car."   
      
   "It's OK, sis," Jennifer murmured.  "Go ahead.  I   
   won't let them hurt you..."  But would she be able   
   to keep her promise?   
      
   Beet-red, Jessica whispered, "B-but....I...I'm not   
   wearing a bra...." And it was true.  The younger   
   girl had been feeling very sexy, and had wanted to   
   do something naughty for her boyfriend this   
   weekend.   
      
   Of all the times you picked to stop being a prude,   
   sis, Jennifer cursed silently.  But she hugged her   
   sister, and turned to plead with the two men.   
      
   "Please leave my sis out of this.  Please?"  Scott   
   reached for the door handle again.  Jennifer   
   grabbed his hand and met his eyes.  "Can't we work   
   something out?  Please?  I wouldn't mind having a   
   little fun with you-" a sidelong glance at Brad "-   
   with both of you.  You can do anything you want   
   with me.  I mean it.  Just not my sister.  Please."   
      
   For his answer, Scott reached back and ripped   
   Jessica's blouse open, the buttons flying   
   everywhere.  "I SAID-"  he stopped and caught his   
   breath.  "My god...she's got no bra on!  Looks like   
   we got a real slut on our hands!"   
      
   Both sisters were crying now.  "PLEASE!" Jennifer   
   begged, pulling Scott away from Jessica.  "Please,   
   I'll do anything..."   
      
   "Anything?" Scott mocked.   
      
   "Yes.  Anything.  As long as you leave my sis   
   alone."   
      
   "Get up here, in the front seat with me."  Jennifer   
   clambered over the seat, ending up in the front   
   seat between the two men.  "Now," Scott ordered,   
   "sit on my lap."  Jennifer complied.  Scott undid   
      
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