Shenanigans with the sisters

Daisy leaned in to kiss Jadon, while rubbing h is dick, making it difficult for him to stay silent.

"Maybe we should head out." whispered Jadon. " I think we will wake others up if we continue with this here. And I don't have any intentions of getting caught again."

Daisy agreed without saying much more, the look she gave him enough to carry the meaning.

They moved quietly, careful with the door so it wouldn’t creak too loudly, and stepped out into the night.

The rain hadn’t stopped—it had only softened.

What had been a storm earlier was now a steady drizzle, fine droplets slipping through the darkness, catching faintly in the dim light spilling out from the cabin behind them. The forest felt different at night—quieter, heavier, the trees reduced to silhouettes and shadows, the path barely visible beyond a few steps.

The air was cold, but not biting.

Just enough to be felt.

Jadon pulled the door shut behind them, the sound dull against the constant rhythm of rain, and for a moment they both just stood there, adjusting to the shift—from the cramped warmth of the cabin to the open, damp stillness outside.

Daisy stepped forward first.

The rain caught in her hair almost immediately, loosening the strands that had been tied up earlier, damp curls beginning to fall around her face again. Her shoulders tensed slightly at the first touch of cold, but she didn’t step back.

Jadon followed, closing the small distance between them.

“You’re going to get wet again,” he said quietly.

Daisy glanced at him, unfazed.

“I already am.” She said as she came closer and grabbed him dick. "But that's not what's on my mind right now." she said as she bent down on her knees, still maintaining eye contact with Jadon.

"Can't get enough of this." she said before putting his dick inside her mouth. Jadon found himself pausing, his breath slowing without him realizing it. The rain traced its way along Daisy’s silhouette, catching the faint light from the cabin behind them, turning the situation into something almost unreal. Droplets gathered at the edges of her shoulders and slipped downward in quiet, steady paths, following the natural lines of her form before disappearing into the dimness below.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. It wasn’t just the way the rain clung to her, or the way the soft glow made everything seem sharper and softer at the same time—it was the stillness in her. The way she was stood on her knees there, blowing him, completely unbothered, as if the cold, the storm, the night itself had no claim over her.

Jadon swallowed quietly, almost forgetting where they were.

“You’re staring,” Daisy said, as he continued to blow him with expert tongue manouvering.

He let out a small breath, caught off guard but not denying it. “Yeah.”

A faint smile formed on her lips.

“Should I be concerned?” she said as she stopped briefly.

He shook his head slightly. “No.”

“No?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Jadon met her gaze, something steadier behind it now.

“Just… noticing,” he said.

Daisy studied him for a second longer, then looked away again, the faint smile still there.

“Careful,” she said softly. “You might start liking this too much.”

Jadon huffed lightly, stepping just a little closer.

“Too late.”

For a brief moment, neither of them moved. Then, Daisy got back to work on his dick with her tongue. She licked it from the tip to the bottom, and then continued to suck his balls. Her hands were caressing his thighs as he was gasping and giving out little moans.

Jadon made her stop before he came, gesturing her to get down on all fours.

"Time to return the favor." he said as Jadon got behind her, ready to pound her. As he ran his hands over her wet pussy, she let out a soft moan. "Just.. put it in Jadon." said Daisy as Jadon wasted no time in doing that.

The sticky taste of her pussy was starting to drive him mad as he began to push deeper inside her.

"AWHH YEAH...AWWHH!" she'd start to squeal.

Every time his hip got sore, Jadon would pull back up and just finger her as quickly as he could. That got an even bigger reaction from her as he stared up at the sexy look on her face.

Daisy's moans continued to get louder. They'd truly be doomed if someone was to come outside now.

After putting his dick her pussy, she screamed, "AWWH FUCKKK! JADON! JADON! FUCK!"

Jadon was locking again due to exhaustion but he would not want her to stop moaning. Eventually, he had to give in and pull away again to get some air and catch my breath. When he did, she began to pull Jadon off the ground and throw him back up on top of her.

They reshuffled ourselves so she could lie with her back on the wooden floor while she looks at him. They kissed a little more but Daisy's hand was back on his cock. She didn't spend long jerking it because she was already lining it up against her bare pussy. There was nothing protecting it, nothing covering it, there was absolutely nothing stopping him from fucking her again.

So he went for it. His cock approached her bare lips, poking away at it until it slipped in.

"Ooooh," Daisy moaned as I pushed forward, my length entering her pussy.

Her tight wet pussy stuck to his length as he managed to work his way into a rhythm. On top of her, Jadon had his hands spread out wide, beside her body as he thrust inside her.

The longer they fucked, the more her blonde hair moved around from underneath her head. She was so beautiful, just so elegant even when she was being raw dogged. Jadon couldn't help but get caught up in her amazing facial features.

All in the meantime, his cock was getting a serious workout, constantly ramming one home. She bounced and shuffled on the couch below him, her pretty little mouth open as she panted and moaned as she came before him.

Even he could feel the urge to cum rising.

As soon as he felt that, he pulled out.

She wasted no time and started jerking him off. "Cum for me Jadon, cum all over my face," said Daisy. Jadon couldn't handle Daisy jerking him off and that sent her over the edge as he covered her entire face in his seed.

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By the time they came back inside, the rain had soaked into everything again—but neither of them seemed to mind, as if whatever had just passed between them outside had made the dampness, the cold, and even the storm itself feel distant and unimportant.

They slipped in quietly, careful with the door, easing it shut with slow, deliberate movements so it wouldn’t creak and give them away. The cabin was dim, lit only by the faint, uneven glow of the lantern, and for a moment they both stood there without speaking, letting their eyes adjust while they listened—to the rain outside, to the steady rhythm of water against the roof, and to the slow, even breathing coming from the bench.

It sounded like everyone was asleep.

Or at least, that’s what it seemed.

Daisy exhaled softly, running a hand through her damp hair as she lowered her voice just enough to keep it contained within the small space between them. “We should dry off before we freeze.”

Jadon nodded, already reaching for his things, both of them moving with a quiet coordination that hadn’t been there earlier in the night. "Yup, and get dressed.. I don't want anyone to catch me naked, again." he whispered with a little laugh.

There was less urgency now, replaced by a kind of familiarity—small, controlled movements, careful steps, an awareness of each other and the room that didn’t need to be spoken out loud.

They worked quickly, but not rushed, setting aside damp clothes once again and using what little they had to get rid of the lingering chill, all while keeping their movements subtle enough not to disturb the others. Every now and then, their eyes met briefly across the dim space—nothing said, nothing acknowledged—but something passed between them anyway.

The kind of silence that wasn’t empty.

Once they were done, Daisy settled back near the wall where she had been earlier, pulling what little warmth she could around herself, her posture returning to that same composed stillness she carried so naturally. Jadon stayed close by, not right next to her but not far either, the distance between them now intentional rather than incidental.

“You staying awake?” she whispered, her voice soft, though a faint trace of that earlier tone still lingered beneath it.

Jadon let out a quiet breath, leaning back against the wall as the exhaustion of the day—and the night—finally began to settle into him. “I think I’ve done enough for one night.”

A faint smile touched her lips. “Fair.”

There was a small pause, the kind that didn’t need filling.

Then, softer—“Good night.”

“Good night.”

And just like that, the cabin seemed to settle again, the quiet returning as naturally as it had left.

Jadon’s breathing slowed first, his head resting back against the wooden wall as his eyes closed, the weight of everything finally catching up with him. Daisy followed not long after, her breathing evening out gradually, her earlier composure slipping back into place as if it had never been disrupted.

Within minutes, they both seemed completely still.

Quiet.

Asleep.

But across the room, Lexi’s eyes were open.

She hadn’t moved the entire time, not when the door opened, not when it closed, not when the faint whispers slipped between the sound of rain and settled into the room. She remained exactly as she had been, lying on the bench with her body turned just enough to make it convincing, her breathing slow, steady, and perfectly timed.

But her mind was anything but still.

She had heard enough.

Not everything—but enough.

Enough to notice the shift.

Enough to understand it.

Her gaze remained fixed ahead, unfocused, the dim light barely catching the edge of her expression as she lay there in silence, letting the pieces settle into place in a way that felt almost inevitable.

There was no immediate reaction—no sharp intake of breath, no sudden movement, no confrontation waiting just beneath the surface.

Just silence.

And something else beneath it.

Something quieter.

Something calculative.

Lexi didn’t move, but her thoughts shifted, circling around something she hadn’t expected to have to reconsider.

Because she had already had plans for the morning. Plans for Jadon that didn't involve anyone else.

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Morning came quietly, almost cautiously, as if the forest itself was recovering from the night before.

The rain had stopped.

What remained was the aftermath—a soft, lingering dampness in the air, the kind that clung to everything without needing to announce itself. Light filtered weakly through thinning clouds, no longer dark and heavy but still far from clear, casting a muted brightness across the cabin interior. It wasn’t sunny, but it was enough to change the mood.

Everything felt… calmer.

Jadon woke first, or at least became aware of it first, the steady silence replacing the constant noise of rain. For a moment, he didn’t move, just listened—to the absence of the storm, to the stillness that had settled in its place.

Then he sat up slightly.

Across the room, Daisy was already awake.

She didn’t say anything, just met his eyes briefly, her expression neutral but aware, like she had been up for a while, letting the morning settle before moving.

On the bench, Olivia was still asleep, though more relaxed now, her grip no longer as tight as it had been the night before. And beside her—

Lexi was awake.

Completely.

She was already sitting up, her posture straighter than it needed to be, her attention fixed on the outside light filtering through the window. There was something different in the way she held herself—more composed, more deliberate—like she had already made decisions before anyone else had even fully woken up.

She turned slightly as she noticed Jadon moving.

“Rain’s stopped,” she said, her voice steady, controlled.

Jadon nodded, glancing toward the door. “Looks like it.”

Lexi stood, brushing her hands lightly against her clothes as if resetting herself.

“I’m going to check the trail,” she said. “See if it’s safe to head back.”

It sounded practical.

Reasonable.

But there was an edge of intent beneath it—something just a little too quick, a little too decisive.

She glanced at Jadon.

“Come with me.”

It wasn’t framed as a question.

Daisy noticed that.

Her eyes shifted between the two of them, but she didn’t interrupt immediately.

Jadon hesitated for just a second, then nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

Lexi turned toward Daisy then, her tone softening just enough to make it sound casual.

“You stay here with Olivia,” she said. “She’s still asleep—better if someone’s here when she wakes up.”

Daisy held her gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

There was something unreadable in her expression—not resistance, not agreement, just… awareness.

“Yeah,” Daisy said finally. “That’s fine.”

Lexi nodded once, already turning toward the door, not waiting for anything more.

Jadon grabbed his jacket, glancing back once—briefly—at Daisy.

She didn’t react.

Just leaned back slightly against the wall, composed as ever.

But her eyes followed them.

Lexi opened the door, and cool, damp air slipped inside, carrying the scent of wet earth and leaves. Outside, the forest looked washed over—everything darker, heavier, the trail ahead clearly soaked and uneven.

“Careful,” Daisy said, almost as an afterthought.

Lexi didn’t turn back. “We will.”

And then they stepped out.

The door closed behind them, quieter than the night before.

Inside, the cabin settled again—but differently this time.

Daisy remained where she was, still, composed, her gaze lingering on the door for a second longer before shifting away.

Outside, Lexi and Jadon began moving down the trail, the ground soft beneath their steps, the air cool but clear enough to breathe again.

For Lexi, though, this wasn’t just about checking the trail.

And for Jadon—

that was something he was about to realize.

The trail narrowed further as they made their way down, the ground still soft and uneven from the night’s rain, each step requiring a little more attention than before. The forest felt quieter now, washed clean, the air cooler and easier to breathe, but the path beneath them told a different story—mud dragged underfoot, roots slick, small puddles gathering in the dips they barely noticed the day before.

They hadn’t spoken much since leaving the cabin.

Not because there was nothing to say, but because something was waiting to be said—and neither of them had decided to start it yet.

Then they heard it.

A low, steady rush of water, louder than it should have been.

Lexi slowed instinctively, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked ahead through the trees.

“That wasn’t there yesterday,” she said.

Jadon glanced up. “Yeah.”

A few more steps, and the trail opened just enough for them to see it.

Or rather—

to see where the trail stopped.

The narrow stream they had crossed the previous day had swollen into something else entirely, stretching wider now, the water moving fast and uneven, carrying small branches and debris along with it. The stones they had used before were completely submerged, the current too strong to even consider stepping into.

Lexi stopped at the edge.

Jadon came up beside her, both of them taking it in without speaking for a moment.

“Well,” she said finally, her tone lighter than the situation deserved, “that’s… inconvenient.”

Jadon let out a breath. “Yeah. That’s not crossable.”

“No,” she said, though her eyes were still scanning it, as if looking long enough might change something.

The water surged past in uneven waves, cutting clean across the trail, leaving no clear way forward.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The plan had been simple.

Check the trail.

Head back.

But now—

the trail itself had made the decision for them.

Lexi stepped slightly closer to the edge, careful with her footing, watching the current, calculating distances, angles, possibilities.

“There has to be a narrower point,” she said, more to herself than to him.

Jadon shook his head. “Maybe upstream or down, but not here.”

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she followed the line of the water with her eyes, then looked back the way they had come, already thinking ahead, already adjusting.

A quiet exhale slipped from her.

“Great,” she muttered.

Jadon glanced at her. “We go back. Tell them. Figure it out together.”

Lexi nodded slowly, though there was a trace of frustration in the movement—subtle, but there.

“Yeah,” she said. “We don’t really have a choice.”

The water continued rushing in front of them, loud enough to fill the silence that followed.

Neither of them spoke.

Not yet.

Because now they were standing still, with nowhere immediate to go, the distraction of movement gone, the moment stretching longer than it had before.

Lexi shifted her weight slightly, turning just enough to face away from the stream and more toward him, though her gaze didn’t meet his immediately.

“Guess we’re not heading back anytime soon,” she said.

Jadon huffed quietly. “Doesn’t look like it.”

Another pause.

The kind that lingers.

The kind that builds.

The kind that eventually forces something else to take its place.

Lexi’s gaze flicked toward him briefly, then away again, like she was deciding something.

And then—

“So… you and Daisy.”

Jadon glanced at her. “What about it?”

She let out a small breath, almost amused, her eyes still on the path ahead. “You don’t have to pretend,” she said. “I’m not blind.” He didn’t answer immediately, which was answer enough. Lexi smiled faintly to herself.

“I figured it out last night,” she continued. “Or at least enough of it.” They stepped over a slick patch of ground, moving carefully before falling back into rhythm. “It makes sense,” she added. “The way she was around you. The way you looked at her.” Jadon huffed lightly. “You were watching all that?”

Lexi tilted her head slightly. “No, but I notice things.”

A brief pause. Then she glanced at him, just for a second longer than necessary. “And I definitely noticed you.”

That landed differently. Jadon exhaled quietly. “Lexi…”

She cut him off gently, not serious, just not letting him deflect. “Relax,” she said, a small smile forming. “I’m not about to make this dramatic.”

They walked a few more steps in silence before she continued, her tone lighter now, almost playful. “I’m not upset,” she said. “If anything, I’m impressed.”

“Impressed?”

“Yeah,” she said, finally looking at him properly. “You’re a lot more interesting than I thought.”

Jadon shook his head faintly. “That’s not reassuring.”

“It’s not supposed to be,” she replied. There was a small pause, the air between them shifting, not tense, but charged in a quieter way. Then she added, more casually than the words actually were, “I don’t care if you and Daisy are… whatever you are.”

Jadon looked at her again, trying to read her properly now. “You don’t?”

She shrugged lightly. “Not really.” Then she smiled, subtle, but deliberate. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you too.”

That made him slow. She dropped her bag on the floor now.

Lexi kept walking a step ahead towards the water, then glanced back at him over her shoulder. “What?” she said, almost teasing. “You’re surprised?”

“A little,” he admitted. She laughed softly. “You shouldn’t be,” she said. “I don’t like missing out on things I want.” she said as she glanced up and down his body.

There was something effortless in the way she said it, not forceful, not heavy, just certain. She slowed again so they were walking side by side once more. “And you’re not exactly hard to want,” she added, her voice quieter now, but with a clear edge of playfulness.

Jadon let out a breath, half amused, half caught off guard. “You’re just saying things now.”

“Am I?” she said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

A small pause. Then she leaned just a fraction closer as they stood, not enough to be obvious, but enough to be felt. “I mean,” she added softly, “you got naked with two more girls in the same room, and walked out into the rain last night and didn’t even hesitate doing what you did.”

Jadon glanced at her. “That’s your standard?”

“It’s part of it,” she said lightly. “Confidence helps.”

Another pause. Then, almost like it was nothing,

“I was going to ask you to walk with me this morning anyway,” she admitted. “Before all this.”

He looked at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Figured we’d get ahead of everyone, figure out the trail… maybe get some time without them around.” She let that sit for a second, then smiled again. “Guess I was just a few hours late.”

Jadon shook his head, a small smile forming despite himself. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Mm,” she hummed softly. “You’re not complaining.”

He didn’t answer that. Lexi took a few more steps, then slowed slightly, her tone softening just a little, but still carrying that same playful edge.

“I’m not asking you to choose anything,” she said. “I just don’t see why I have to stay out of something I clearly want.” She glanced at him again, holding his gaze for a second.

“You can handle a little complication, right?” she said as she removed her top and shorts, stepping into the water carefully.

The question lingered between them, not heavy, but not entirely light either.

Then she turned forward again, continuing down the trail like nothing had shifted at all.

“Come on,” she said with hidden intentions. “Let’s washup before we head back.”

And just like that, he stripped off whatever he was wearing to get into the water with her.