Movie Night!

The large group of cabin-goers conversed for about an hour, catching up, sharing stories, that sort of thing.

Victoria sat there quietly, not really knowing anybody that well, except Ashley, and maybe Heather and Madison.

She saw the boy who’d driven up with her and the Coles... Garrett? What was his name? Oh! Gavin. Right, Gavin. As a reporter for the school paper, Victoria was something of a pro with names. Oh, well, actually, she supposed she was no longer a reporter, as her senior year had ended last week.

That was a bit massive to think about. That she’d be headed to college in three or so months. She glanced around the spacious living room. Or would great room be more exact?

She smoothed a bit of her honey blond hair out, and glanced around again. Victoria noticed that the handsome dark-haired boy beside Ashley had been looking at her, but his eyes slid so quickly to Heather beside her that she wondered if she’d imagined it.

Surely no boy that handsome could possibly be looking at Victoria. Heather seemed much more likely. Her or the girl on Victoria’s other side, though from the hurried introductions that Victoria had received, the older girl beside Victoria could possibly be the handsome boy’s sister. Or cousin. Or best friend? They really were very hurried introductions, given by Heather between breaths of a story.

Victoria cast that keen, investigative look around the room again, trying to decipher what people were thinking. Brandon Cole was looking at the handsome dark-haired boy murderously, probably because Ashley was leaning against him again.

Victoria didn’t think there was a whole lot of romantic intimacy in the gesture, but Brandon didn’t seem the type to look at things that closely before getting angry.

Brandon’s twin sister, Madison, didn’t look too happy at Ashley and the handsome dark-haired boy either, though her displeasure seemed to be more jealousy fueled, and Victoria suspected that Madison had a bit of a crush on the handsome dark-haired boy.

Victoria could see why, but she wasn’t the kind of girl to develop feelings for someone over physical traits. She didn’t even know the guy’s name, so despite his pleasant appearance, she would have to know more about him before she formed an opinion, much less a crush.

It was clear Madison had it bad, though, and her twin brother was oblivious.

“So, shall we head to our rooms then?” Robert Ravers suggested, taking a sip of bourbon from one of the glasses he’d brought out halfway through Charlotte McRose’s jubilant retelling of her senior prom, while a blushing Monica Bishop struggled to get her best friend to stop.

“Sure!” Heather said brightly, linking her arm through Victoria’s, and hauled the blond to her feet.

———

Zack looked through the rather large cluster of suitcases, looking for his. He wished he’d thought to mark it as his, but he also never expected a huge pile of everyone’s suitcases to have formed. He did see one labeled Paris Bishop and grabbed that one, and handed it to his cousin.

“Thanks, cuz.” she grinned, and headed down the ‘kids hall’.

Robert had explained there was two distinct bedroom hallways, each with five bedrooms.

For explanation’s sake, he’d labeled them one to five, with one being the furthest on the left, five being furthest on the right. The connecting hallway led in right between two and three, and the rooms were SPACIOUS, with lots of space between each door.

In the so-called kids hall, Brandon and Logan occupied room one. Paris and Madison were in room two. Gavin and Chloe were in three. Heather and Victoria were in four, and Zack was with Ashley in five.

In the not a teenager hall, Robert was in one, which was the master bedroom. Monica and Charlotte shared two. The Woodsens were in three, Vanessa and Brooke were in four, and Hannah and Taylor were in five.

Sarah had joked that she didn’t want her daughter anywhere near Robert’s corruptive influence, and Robert had laughed.

Zack finally found his suitcase and grabbed it, backing up carefully out of the pile. He accidentally hit Brandon in the side with his suitcase, and the football player toppled over, hitting his head on a suitcase.

“Damn! I’m so sorry, man.” Zack said apologetically, extending a hand to help him up. Brandon scowled at him, and instead of taking the hand, he jumped up and shoved Zack.

Zack fell backwards in surprise, landing against Heather, her big boobs squashing against the back of his head.

“Hey! What the hell, Bran?” Heather snapped.

“What happened?” Ashley asked, trying to peer around her sister, both of them amongst the veritable crowd of people waiting to get at the suitcases.

“Your boyfriend just pushed Zack for no reason.” Taylor said in uncharacteristic anger. Heather helped Zack to his feet, and her gave her a grateful nod.

“Yeah, sure, no reason. He hit me with a fucking suitcase!” Brandon roared.

“Dude, calm down! I said I was sorry.” Zack said, holding up his hands.

Robert pushed his way forwards.

“Brandon, you should calm down. Take a walk around the property, maybe. But this is meant to be a vacation, not a way for you to hash out your anger issues.” Robert said. Brandon scowled and stalked out of the living room, and they heard the front door open and slam.

“Are you OK?” Heather asked a bit worriedly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Your, uh... well, you stopped my fall.” Zack said, his cheeks going a little pink.

Heather’s lips curved into a knowing smile and she patted Zack’s arm, before stepping past him to grab her suitcase. Zack grabbed his, and headed towards his room.

He opened it and marveled at how great it looked. The wall opposite the door was basically a huge row of windows, with part of it being glass doors leading out onto the room’s own little balcony with a killer view of the lake. He wondered what the people in the adult hall were looking at through their windows.

Off to the left was a door leading into a small bathroom. To the right of the door was a large closet of sorts. It was built into the wall, and lacked doors. It was split up into three distinct sections, and each section had three drawers beneath the tall empty place where you’d hang shirts.

Zack realized abruptly that the room only had a single queen sized bed. A bed he’d have to share with Ashley. Maybe it’d be easier just to sleep in the fairly comfy looking chair at the desk in the corner.

The door opened behind Zack and in came Ashley, looking apologetic.

“I’m sorry about Brandon. He’s got a short fuse.” she said.

“Hey, that’s not your fault.” Zack said lightly. Ashley nodded, and took an appraising glance around the room.

“This room is sweet! Bed’s a little small though.” she said.

“Yeah, I figured you could have the bed, and I’d sleep there in that desk chair.” Zack shrugged. Ashley gave him an incredulous look.

“Zack, if I wasn’t comfortable sharing a bed with you, I wouldn’t have agreed to share a room with you. There’s no way in hell you’re sleeping curled up in a chair.” Ashley said firmly.

“Well, if you insist.” Zack said, a bit surprised. Ashley nodded.

———

Dinner was light, as they’d had a late lunch. Robert promised to make breakfast tomorrow, and Heather had eagerly requested biscuits. Robert had agreed.

After the quick meal, Robert made an announcement.

“Tonight, we’ll be having a movie in the theater.” Robert declared.

“What movie?” Hannah asked.

“Please be action, please be action.” Brandon mumbled under his breath.

Chloe and Zack shared a glance, and an unspoken message passed between them: Please be sci-fi.

“I picked Night of the Ravenriders.” Robert announced, naming the new blockbuster, that was science fiction with a heavy helping of action and a pretty sexy female lead, which of course meant there was a romance plot line. Zack hadn’t seen it, but he knew Gavin had, though the game-loving boy was likely to not even go to the movie.

“Oh, the one with-“ Brandon began, but Ashley elbowed him, already knowing where his mind was going: to the female lead.

Everyone filed dutifully into the movie theater. It was basically a movie theater, with four rows of seats facing a huge flatscreen TV which dwarfed any Zack had ever seen.

Zack tugged Chloe down a row, and they plopped down in the middle of it, with Chloe on Zack’s right. Heather slid in on his other side, and he glanced at the beautiful brunette. She smiled at him.

“Excited for the movie?” she asked as Robert lowered the lights. Victoria and Ashley sat in front of Zack and Heather, respectively, while Brandon plopped down on Ashley’s other side.

Impossibly, Heather and Chloe both moved to snuggle up against Zack simultaneously. Zack was used to Chloe leaning against him, but feeling Heather against him was entirely unusual. And Zack still couldn’t quite look at Chloe the same way after the raging hard-on she’d given him during the drive to the cabin.

Or the one growing right now. He couldn’t be sure which pair of large tits pressed against him was causing it. Because, oh yeah, Chloe had one of those, a fact he’d very recently learned.

Heather adjusted herself subtly as the movie began to play, and her hand settled on Zack’s thigh, her thumb casually stroking it, back and forth, back and forth. Zack tried hard not to react.

“Like that, Zacky?” Heather breathed in Zack’s ear, and he couldn’t stop the shudder running through him.

Chloe moved a bit, inadvertently squashing one of her tits against Zack’s arm. God, this was ****. Zack’s right arm reached up to settle around Chloe’s shoulders, and she snuggled a bit closer to him, as if invited.

Maybe, just maybe, after feeling Zack’s erection during the drive, Chloe was having the same blossoming attraction towards Zack. Or was that wishful thinking?

Deciding not to tip Chloe off to his feelings in case she didn’t reciprocate them, Zack wrapped his arm around Heather’s shoulders, and she snuggled closer too.

At this point, Zack was barely paying any attention to the movie’s opening exposition, and he had no clue how he’d get through two hours of this ****.

Heather’s slow, sensual stroking of his thigh, her hand constantly moving closer to the steel between Zack’s legs, was absolutely no help.

Chloe was doing nothing erotic, but the feeling of her red hair tickling the side of his face, the feeling of her large breasts against him, that was just as erotic as Heather’s touch, in Zack’s opinion.

God, his feelings for Chloe had taken a sharp 180, from fondness towards a sister, to romantic and sexual desire for a busty girl.

How the hell had that happened?

And it wasn’t like Zack could get relief from jacking off, because he shared a room with Ashley!

“Ooh, this is the good part.” Chloe said, jarring him back to reality. Zack startled, and Heather’s hand jerked towards Zack’s bulge, touching it. Zack sucked in a breath, and Chloe turned towards him slightly, only squashing her ample bosom more into Zack’s arm. Heather settled a bit closer to Zack’s torso, and Chloe didn’t move her big tits from Zack’s arm.

Next time, he was sitting next to Paris. Or Brandon. Or Taylor. They’d be a lot less erotic to be beside.

Heather’s fingers danced along Zack’s thigh, practically invisible in the dark.

Oh, what a world. A world where two incredibly busty girls snuggled against him was horrible to endure, because of the fallout of what would happen if he was revealed to be super hard from cuddling with Chloe and Heather, but mainly Chloe.

Zack leaned back against the comfortable seat, and the two girls on either side of him snuggled closer. This movie was going to feel very long indeed.