You hear a car

The mood has settled into something more relaxed after Kelly admitted she was mostly bluffing. Everyone’s still standing around in various states of undress, still sweating in the heat, but the heavy sexual pressure has eased a little.

You’re just about to suggest opening the windows wider when you hear it.

The sound of a car pulling up outside.

All three girls freeze.

Kristen’s eyes go wide. “Shit. That’s my aunt’s car.”

Alicia and Kelly both curse under their breath and immediately start scrambling for their clothes. Kelly grabs her jeans off the chair and hops on one leg trying to pull them on. Alicia yanks her crop top down as far as it will go and looks around frantically for her bra.

Kristen is the most panicked. She grabs her soaked t-shirt off the floor and tries to pull it back on, but it’s clinging to her damp skin and won’t cooperate. She’s half-dressed, struggling with the shirt, when the front door opens.

Her aunt steps inside carrying a couple of grocery bags.

The woman stops dead in the doorway.

She takes in the scene in front of her: four young people in various states of undress, the cabin hot as hell, empty drink cans on the counter, and the distinct smell of sweat and alcohol in the air.

Her eyes land on you — shirtless, in just your boxers — standing in the middle of her cabin with her niece and two other half-naked girls.

For a long, painfully awkward second, nobody says anything.

Then her aunt slowly raises one eyebrow.

“…Kristen,” she says, voice dry. “You want to explain why there’s a half-naked man in my cabin?”

Kristen’s face is bright red. She’s still holding her wet t-shirt in front of her chest like a shield.

“I— we— he needed a place to stay,” she stammers. “His car broke down. I told him about the cabin and—”

Her aunt’s gaze flicks over Alicia and Kelly, who are both trying (and failing) to look casual while pulling their clothes back on.

The silence that follows is excruciating.

Her aunt finally sighs and sets the grocery bags down on the counter.

“I’m going to put these away,” she says calmly. “And when I come back out, I expect everyone to be wearing clothes. Then we’re going to have a conversation.”

She walks into the tiny kitchen area without another word, leaving the four of you standing there in stunned, awkward silence.

Kristen looks like she wants the floor to swallow her whole.

Kelly lets out a quiet, nervous laugh. “Well… that could’ve gone worse.”

Alicia just shakes her head, clearly trying not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You’re still standing there in your boxers, very aware that you’re the only guy in a cabin full of half-naked girls whose aunt just walked in on them.