Sarah

The next few weeks of summer break blur together in the best possible way.

Angie’s dad’s old campervan becomes your home. It’s cramped, smells like weed and cheap incense, and constantly rocks with laughter, music, and moans. The six of you, Sarah, Angie, Paula, Samantha, Ash ad yourself, pile in and hit the road.

You travel from festival to festival. Muddy fields filled with thousands of people, thumping bass, colorful lights, and endless parties. You see indie bands, punk shows, and massive EDM stages. Sarah drags you into the crowd during every set, dancing and grinding against you while the music pounds.

Nights are wild.

Most evenings end with everyone drunk and high. You fuck Sarah in the campervan while the others are only a thin curtain away. Sometimes they join in. Paula loves sneaking into your “bed”, really just a converted bench, for quick, giggly rides. Angie is addicted to getting her ass fucked while she’s stoned. Samantha and Ash regularly pull Sarah into their fun, turning nights into sweaty, multi-girl piles.

Some of the highlights of the road trip are, sneaking into VIP areas at concerts, skinny dipping in lakes, fucking in the van while driving down the highway, Paula giving you road head while Sarah films it “for memories”, group showers at campgrounds that always turn into orgies, Sarah getting jealous when random festival girls flirt with you, then riding you possessively afterwards, drunken nights where all five girls take turns with you until you can barely move...

There are quiet, loving moments too.

Some nights after the festivals, you and Sarah slip away from the group. You lay together on the roof of the van under the stars, passing a joint while she rests her head on your chest.

“I’m so glad you came with us,” she whispers one night, kissing your neck. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you went home instead. I… I really need you, Jack. More than you know.”

You kiss her deeply, rolling on top of her under the open sky.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur against her lips. “I love you, Sarah. Cousin or not… you’re my girl.”

She smiles, eyes shining, and pulls you inside her. You make love slowly under the stars while distant music from the festival echoes across the field.

Finally as the summer break comes to an end, the van heads back toward Clear Water, Sarah curls up against you in the back, her head on your shoulder.

“This was the best summer of my life,” she says quietly, squeezing your hand. “Promise me we’ll do more of this… together.”