Content warning: MFMM group sex, free use, 'breeding' talk, CNC themes including somnophilia, use of edibles, light degradation
The trip ended 'officially' when we stopped in New Brunswick. Our last campsite was beautiful and clean enough, but the day we got there we found ourselves surrounded by families. Even while we took the most remote camping spot available, we collectively agreed to keep it low key since it was easy for anyone to see us. Like it'll take one tween getting lost on the way to the bathroom to get us all arrested... so we agreed: no open car door sex, no prancing around buck naked, no loud shouting orgasms in the middle of the night next to the fire.
I would have been disappointed... Well honestly I
was
disappointed. Ever since 'opening the floodgates' at that hotel, our every waking moment seemed to be filled with fucking. The car held a scent that was a mix of sex and lube and I was in a constant state of undress. The trip turned me into some sort of degenerate and I wasn't complaining.
But then night time fell at our last campsite and Zach gave a firm request to all of us that I would sleep together with him in the largest tent while James and Kirk slept in the smaller ones. "Anna needs an actual break," he said, pointedly giving the other two a look. "To sleep properly."
"You're implying we can't keep our hands to ourselves for one night?" Kirk rolled his eyes. "And you will?"
"I'm not implying, that's exactly what I'm saying."
I thought it was sweet and funny that Zach was both looking out for me while giving a dig at Kirk and James for being hopeless horn dogs (the last few days made them unable to beat
that
allegation). I wanted to reassure him that I was okay and that I didn't need a break... I was as much a horn dog as any of them. But after I crawled into his tent that night, my head hit the pillow and I was out like a light.
It wasn't until nearly ten full hours of deep sleep later, I woke up and realized how much I needed it. Zach wasn't there when I woke; I had completely missed him coming to bed and leaving it. I stretched and stared up at the tent ceiling, breathing in the fresh, clean air. I felt like a new woman, physically. Why... Why was this sense of dread hanging in the back of my mind?
I crawled out, went to the bathroom, washed up and made my own way back. The coffee was already brewing, breakfast was sizzling on a cast iron on the fire.
"We have maybe two weeks until the hard due date," Zach told us while we sipped hot coffee. "I got some editing to finish up and then I'm expecting the money to come in some time after that. I mean... don't expect a lot from it."
"It was the experience that counted," James shrugged. We all shared a silent moment staring at the fire.
"Look, we're all thinking about it," I blurted out. "We can't let our trip end like this. Is there somewhere else we can go before we get back to civilization?"
"Thank god I wasn't the one to bring it up," Kirk muttered.
"Somewhere with plumbing," I quickly added. "So I can take an actual shower. Not that I don't appreciate the set up you guys put up for me... well for all of us. But still, I really want some hot water." Besides, we were done with the self-imposed Bear Grylls roleplaying, why wouldn't we get closer to civilization? I didn't say that part aloud.
"Today's Friday," Zach said thoughtfully. "It won't be impossible but it may be a little harder to get a hotel, especially one in town. And they're expensive since we'll be closer to the city."
We tossed in a few more ideas including Motels and AirBnBs, but after a bit of thoughtful silence, Kirk spoke up. "Okay, how about this. My grandparents left my parents a cottage about a half hour drive from Antigonish. We can crash there for a weekend. It's a little bare in terms of amenities, we might need to grab some more food, but it does have plumbing."
"That sounds perfect but do your parents know we're going to be fucking there," I asked, straight faced. "Is that going to cause any issues?"
"They hardly ever use it after my grandparents died. I mean if you're going to keep reminding me we're going to be fucking where my grandparents used to sleep, I might shrivel up and die. But other than that, no, there are no issues."
I teased him for a few more minutes over the whole grandparents' cottage thing because I can't resist causing Kirk agony, but it was honestly sounding better by the minute. It'll be remote, private, but we wouldn't be sleeping on the ground in tents. By mid afternoon we were all packed up and left. Kirk took a few more pictures of the campground and we drove off.
Maybe it was what Zach said the night before or it was in preparation for what was to come, but the boys all left me alone on the car ride there. Zach and I dutifully finished up as much of the writing, compiling and editing during this time - we even stayed in the car when Kirk and James pulled up to a grocery store to stock up on some food. I didn't even notice we had crossed over to Nova Scotia.
When Kirk pulled up onto the gravel road leading up to the little cottage secreted in a forest out in the rural patches of our little province, Zach and I were backing up our work and powering down our laptops. It was a quaint wooden cabin sitting next to a cute little stream. A few hiking trails spawned from it; Kirk pointed out a few that eventually led out towards the coastline of the Northumberland Strait.
I helped unload our stuff while Kirk went off to make sure the power and water was turned on. When he came back to give us the 'ok', that's when I started getting giddy.
The cabin was quite small but it was clean. It was just one bedroom, a small 'living room' with a kitchenette crammed in it and a bathroom with just a shower/toilet/sink. I nearly cried at the touch of hot water from the taps. There was no TV but there was a set of speakers that James hooked to his phone to play some music.
"Look, this is a pull-out couch," James said, rearranging the cushions on the couch. A collapsed frame with a spring mattress hid underneath.
"Good, we can sleep there. Kirk can spend some time on his grandparent's bed," I said. Kirk shot me a dirty look.
"You better take that shower before I decide to kick you out," he muttered.