As the sun started to go down we dug a snow cave, like Great-grandmother had taught father, and he had taught us when we were small children. We had a meal of crackers, sausage, and dried fruit. The temperature was -25c outside, but in our cave it was only slightly below freezing. To natives of Northern Ostnordia, that’s almost comfortable.
As usual, we spread out a plastic tarp on the snowy bottom of the cave, then a thin foam pad, our other tarp, then our second bedroll atop it. It was vital to reduce the amount of heat lost to the ground. The final layer below us would be a wool blanket. We had another wool blanket and a sheet of thin plastic we would cover ourselves with, to keep any drips from melting snow off. That was enough to keep us warm, if we wore our parkas and other clothes while we slept.
In the morning Anika still agreed, we were going to make the Corporates pay for what they did. They took half our family away, and we wanted revenge. She said we needed help and more information about what they were doing. We’d ski to the Soviet border and ask the Russians to help us. With their renewed dedication to socialism, we were sure they would at least give us jobs and a place to live while we prepared to fight back.
We had a few handfuls of trail mix for breakfast, then headed out. The closest Russian town was 200km from home, which would take us five or six good days of skiing. We had food for eight days and I wasn’t worried about the weather. The more snow fell or blew around, the easier it would be for us to hide.
Last January my older brother Lars and I had gotten lost and spent a week in the wild. Hunting and fishing were unreliable during Winter, and we went hungry a few days. It wasn’t fun but easily survivable, since we knew what we were doing. The truly bad part was Father scolding us about getting lost when we finally made it back.
On our second day Anika and I made good time, until the snowfall increased greatly. We could barely see our feet, much less the terrain ahead. We realized we might fall off a cliff or run into trees and get hurt if we kept going.
We built another snow cave, significantly larger than the previous one, since we had plenty of time before dark. The snow stopped as night fell, and the wind got much stronger. By the time we got ready for bed, the temperature had dropped to fifty below.
Even in the cave it was around minus ten, and slowly getting colder. We needed to leave a large enough air hole open to the outside, so we didn’t suffocate, but that let in a lot of the cold.
Anika told me, “You know the best way to stay warm at night. We’ll do it to survive.”
As I joined her in undressing, I said, “Right.” We laid on our sides in just our underwear, with our coats and other clothing piled on top of us, with me spooned behind her.
When we got too cold, she would masturbate as I humped her butt through my shorts. We needed to be careful not to climax or sweat much. Any liquid on our bodies would cool us even more. It was awkward doing that with my sister, but it had been even worse when my brother and I had needed to. Each time we woke up too cold, we repeated our abortive self-arousal sessions, every hour or so.
The heavy snowfall returned in the morning, but it warmed up a little. Since we couldn’t ski with near-zero visibility, we snowshoed several kilometers then spent half the day ice fishing. We weren’t travelling very fast, but we’d get there if we kept making progress. We built a wall of snow around a small area to block the wind and made a campfire. We shared some dried berries she found and a small fish I had caught for lunch. Anika caught a bigger one later, which we had for supper and breakfast the next morning.
Once the sun went down, it was pitch black in the cave. We only had two candles and didn’t want to waste our precious flashlight batteries. We repeated our earlier activities to keep warm through the night. I was a little surprised when Anika let me reach around her, to help her masturbate.
I’d never seen or felt a female’s private parts before and got very aroused. I lost control of myself and climaxed, squirting semen into my underwear. A lot seeped through, and my sister got wet too.
I sheepishly told her, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to!”
“Darn it, Otto! Take your underwear off and wipe us dry. Quick!”
She took her wet panties off too.
I apologized some more, and she said, “If you can’t control yourself and need to finish, put it in my mouth. We won’t get wet that way.”
“But … but you’re my sister!”
“Your nearly frozen sister! We do what we need to, to stay warm and alive.”
“I guess. Okay.”
She asked, “Who do you think about while we warm up?”
To hide my shame I lied, “Hildi Olsen”. She was a girl I used to sit next to in school.
“I used to think about Hans Afrit, until he got married. But now … it doesn’t matter. Good night.”
Since she didn’t object and we were doing it to survive, I was more than happy to jerk off and cum in her mouth twice during the night. The second time she said, “Help me stay dry too.” She pushed my face between her legs and I licked up her juice. The next morning, we made love. I thought Anika would resist, but she seemed even happier than I was. As I was getting breakfast together she looked at her watch and said, “It’s the morning of December 25th. Merry Christmas!” I smiled remembering the joy her sexual gifts had brought me, but knew we were still in a life-or-death situation.
The blizzard continued and we slowed to practically a crawl for six more days. We would go to bed when the sun went down, keep each other warm and happy all night, then kiss and make love again when we woke. We realized we loved each other in a physical way, as well as the usual family way. As soon as the sun rose, we would check the snare traps we set each evening. They rewarded us with five rabbits over the course of our two-week trip. We caught another small fish through the river ice and supplemented that with several handfuls of dried berries we found sticking out of the snow. We had four days’ worth of food left, but if we hadn’t trapped or fished, we would have been down to almost nothing.
The storm finally let up as we got to the edge of a large grove of trees. We saw a helicopter land on the far side of a valley from us. A dozen soldiers got out and we quietly laughed at them. They were wearing white parkas, but JUNGLE camouflage pants and BLACK caps! They had snowshoes, but they were factory-made aluminum ones, which sent off gleaming reflections of the sun. They wouldn’t even do for hunting, since the shine would alert any animals nearby. Well-armed soldiers would be dangerous, but these obviously knew almost nothing about winter in the subarctic.
They split into two groups of six, one heading away from us and the other in our direction. Their awkward gait and slow pace made it clear none of them had snowshoed more than a kilometer or two before. Anika and I quickly agreed on a plan. We left most of our things in the snow cave with a small campfire burning outside. She climbed the steep hill nearby and I skied 200 meters away and found a good spot behind some boulders.