Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch05

“What the fuck is this shit?” Kayla demands, waving her phone as a stony-faced Mary carries their bags inside.

Kayla and Michelle stand on the porch holding mugs.

Mary stops, cutting Riley off before she can reply to Kayla.

“What’s in those mugs?”

“Chocolate milk, mom.”

“That’s wine!”

Riley and Michelle exchange a look.

“Fuck it, whatever. You’re twenty-one in two months.” Mary shakes her head and goes into the cabin.

Michelle forces a smile, gazing at the woods.

“Very relaxing,” she notes.

“Riley!” Kayla flings the bag of Skittles that she’s holding. It bounces off Riley’s face. Riley blinks several times and takes a drink of wine. “I know there’s no signal out here, but no WiFi? What the fuck? What the fucking fuck?” Kayla demands.

“It’s a digital detox,” Michelle says with a shrug. She frowns at Riley. “Did you not tell them?”

“I told them,” Riley says.

“What? No. No, no,” Kayla snaps her fingers several times and points at Riley. “You said it was a cabin with a hot tub. Cabins with hot tubs have WiFi.”

“This one doesn’t,” Michelle tells her.

Kayla makes a noise.

Michelle raises an eyebrow. “Are you growling at us? What are you, a Yorkie?”

“I love Yorkies,” Riley says.

“Me too.”

“Kayla, there’s a shit ton of stuff to do,” Riley calls down to her. “There’s trails, there’s a pond that way, there’s… birds.”

“I saw a deer.”

“Michelle saw a deer,” Riley adds.

“Riley, if I put my head under the wheel of Mom’s car, will you back it over me?”

“Just have a gummy, Kayla.”

“Mom took them!”

“You don’t need that to relax,” Michelle says soothingly. “It’s the great outdoors. It’s beautiful here. You’ll be fine, Kayla.”

“Ugh. At least I brought a vibrator,” Kayla grumbles, coming up the steps.

“You’re sharing a room with Mom,” Riley tells her as she bumps past.

“Motherfucker!”

“Language!” Mom calls from inside the cabin.

The door bangs shut behind Kayla, leaving Riley and Michelle on the porch with their mugs of wine.

“Well,” Michelle says, taking a deep breath. “This is magical already.”

“I can’t believe you’d give wine to an underage, nubile, supple, beautiful, innocent…” Riley trails off, trying to think of more words.

“I thought you were going to be all tough with your mighty dick and stuff,” Michelle reminds her.

“It is so mighty!”

“Super mighty,” Michelle says with a snort. “Too bad I’m not getting any.”

“Wait. You’re not?”

“Riley, when I was putting the food away and you were unpacking, I could hear you breathing. There’s no privacy here. No. I’m not getting any,” Michelle says.

“But if you’re not getting any, I’m not getting any,” Riley says, realization dawning. “This is an ecological disaster.”

“That’s not what that word means.” Michelle gives Riley a smooch on the lips and goes through the door.

“Oh my god. Who planned this?” Riley asks the quiet forest.

“You did, baby,” Michelle replies from inside.