Grace's Blizzard Threesome Storm

The blizzard howled outside the wilderness lodge like a beast unleashed, whipping snow against the frosted windows of the sauna. I, Étienne Duval, had come here for a quiet weekend escape with friends, but Mother Nature had other plans. Trapped inside this remote Quebec lodge, the power flickered, and the only warmth came from the glowing cedar walls of the sauna and the massive hot tub bubbling just beyond the glass doors. Steam curled lazily in the air, thick and inviting, mirroring the tension building among us. Grace Lévesque lounged on the wooden bench across from me, her pale skin glistening with a sheen of sweat under the dim orange lights. At 24, this slim Canadian beauty with her long caramel hair piled into a messy top knot exuded mischief in every glance. Her brown eyes sparkled with that teasing glint, oval face framed by loose strands that clung to her neck. She wore a tiny white bikini that barely contained her medium breasts, the fabric clinging transparently to her slim 5'6" frame. Next to her sat Lila Moreau, a fiery brunette with curves that contrasted Grace's lithe body, her dark hair damp and wild, sharing laughs and sips from a bottle of wine we'd salvaged from the lodge bar. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Grace. She stretched languidly, arching her back so her bikini top strained, a playful smile curling her lips. 'Cold out there, huh, Étienne?' she purred, her voice cutting through the hum of the heater. 'Good thing we've got all this heat in here.' Lila chuckled, her hand brushing Grace's thigh innocently—or was it? The storm raged on, winds screaming, but inside, a different storm brewed. Grace's foot grazed my calf under the towel I'd draped over my lap, sending a jolt straight to...