Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch12

Normally this is the part where things feel quiet.

Riley is breathing hard, and it sounds like thunder. Michelle’s muffled whimpers sound perfectly clear. Riley inadvertently lets out a choked breath that probably carries for miles. She looks down and her weight shifts, making the mattress wail. She sees the base of her cock contract as she lets out one last burst inside Michelle, who shivers.

“Oh fuck,” she says, pulling out and stepping back.

Michelle stays as she is, lying there with her hips swung over. White cream begins to ooze from between her wet, shining legs, running over the curve of her thick, smooth thigh.

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Riley and Michelle drag their feet, but there’s only so much showering and changing clothes that they can do. Riley bravely volunteers to go downstairs first. It’s drizzling outside. That’s not a deal breaker. Maybe they can take a walk or something. Give Mary and Kayla a little room to breathe. Speaking of breathing, the entire cabin smells like sex. Riley was hoping that would be contained to the upstairs, but no. As she descends, the smell doesn’t fade at all. Her mouth is dry.

She finds Kayla in the kitchen with her head down as she sits at the counter with earbuds in. She must have a few songs downloaded to her phone. Riley knows from experience how useless earbuds are for… keeping out those kinds of sounds. She feels a stab of guilt, then another as she sees her mother, whose hair is wet. Mary must have tried to flee outside. Now she sits near the sliding doors with a book open in her lap. From the traumatized look on her face, Riley infers that she hasn’t turned a page in a while. Everyone looks a little pink.

It's a thousand times worse than Riley feared. It might be time to just call it. Make up some emergency, and end it early. She’s not too proud to take back what she said to Michelle in the car. She’d been pretty sure at the time that this would be for the best, but there’s a reason that Riley needed after-school tutoring to stay academically eligible to play soccer. She’s never been great at… thinking.

Thunder crashes so loudly that everyone jumps and the cottage shakes. The crazy bullet rain starts up again in earnest, pounding the structure. Where was this a little while ago? Who’s Riley kidding? Nobody. Even this storm can’t drown out a sneeze in this place. She walks, zombie-like into the kitchen. It’s after lunch. Mom has already opened a new bottle of wine. She has the right idea. Riley pours a big glass for herself and a bigger one for Michelle. It’s not safe to drive out there, and everyone’s drunk anyway. It’s going to be a long night.