The gravel crunched beneath the tires as our car eased to a stop in front of the cabin, the beams of the headlights sweeping across weathered wood siding and casting long shadows that danced among the towering pines. Night had settled thick and velvety over the mountains, the air carrying the sharp scent of pine needles and distant woodsmoke from someone else's fire. I killed the engine, and for a moment the only sounds were the settling ticks of the motor and Mira's soft giggle from the back seat, where she leaned into Ethan with that easy familiarity that always made my chest tighten in quiet recognition. We looked so much alike—same dark curls tumbling past our shoulders, same warm brown eyes—but Mira's laugh always carried an extra note of mischief, while mine tended to linger on the edges of things, holding space for whatever came next.

Calix reached over from the passenger seat and brushed his fingers against mine, a subtle press that sent a small spark up my arm without drawing attention. "Looks perfect," he murmured, his voice low enough that it blended with the rustle of leaves outside. I nodded, my pulse quickening at the thought of the weekend ahead—not the wild kind of excitement, but the slow kind, the one that built through shared glances and quiet conversations under the stars. Behind us, Ethan was already unloading bags, his broad frame silhouetted against the porch light we'd left on from our earlier drop-off of supplies. Mira hopped out and stretched, her sweater slipping off one shoulder, and for a heartbeat our eyes met through the rearview mirror. A silent understanding passed between us, twins who had always navigated the world side by side, now bringing our boyfriends into the circle for the first time.

I stepped out into the cool evening, the ground soft under my boots, and inhaled deeply as the cabin's windows glowed invitingly. The four of us moved in an easy rhythm, unpacking with occasional brushes of hands and half-smiles that hinted at the nights to come, the kind filled with board games by the fire and whispered stories on the deck, where the line between friendship and something more tender could blur without ever needing to be named. Calix's presence at my side felt steady and warm, a quiet anchor amid the flutter of anticipation.

The cabin door swung open with a soft creak, inviting us into the warm glow of the interior where the fire Ethan had started earlier crackled invitingly in the stone hearth. We shuffled inside with our bags, the scent of pine giving way to the faint aroma of cedar and the lingering smoke from the fireplace. I headed toward the small kitchen area to rinse off the travel dust from a few glasses we'd brought, the cool water from the tap running over my hands as the others settled in behind me.

I was busy washing the dishes when I suddenly felt someone hugging me from behind, their arms wrapping tight around my waist. I figured it was Calix as he buried his head on my neck, sniffing my every scent with deep, hungry inhales that made my skin prickle. My body felt hot because I could feel his manhood getting hard, pressing insistently against the curve of my ass through our clothes, the thick ridge of his cock throbbing and growing firmer with each breath.

"Hey... They might see us," I said in a low murmur, glancing toward the living area where Mira and Ethan were unpacking. Instead he licked my neck in one long, wet stripe, his tongue dragging hot and slick over my pulse point while his hands started to wander to my boobs, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh through my sweater, thumbs circling my hardening nipples. He also started to hump me, grinding that stiff dick against my ass in slow, deliberate thrusts that made my hips rock forward into the counter.

My body felt so hot, I let out a soft moan, the sound escaping before I could catch it as heat pooled between my thighs. He continued, his hips rolling harder now, the outline of his cock dragging up and down the cleft of my ass with building pressure, his fingers pinching and tugging at my tits until they ached with sensitivity. "Baby you smell so good," he whispered against my damp skin, the voice low and rough.

After hearing his voice I felt a cold run down my body because this voice is not Calix's, the realization hitting like ice even as his hands kept roaming, one sliding lower to cup my pussy through my jeans, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against the growing wetness there. My cunt clenched involuntarily at the touch, slick starting to soak into my panties as he humped faster, his hard dick rutting against me with wet, fabric-muffled sounds.

E-Ethan? I whispered, my voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire and the wet, rhythmic drag of fabric against fabric, hoping against everything that it wasn't him even as his thick cock throbbed insistently against the cleft of my ass, the hard ridge grinding with hungry pressure that made my cunt clench and leak more slick into my soaked panties.

Hmm? he responded, the low rumble vibrating against my neck where his tongue had left a glistening trail, his hand still cupping my pussy firmly through the denim, fingers pressing the heel of his palm right over my swollen clit while his hips kept rolling in those slow, deliberate thrusts, the outline of his dick sliding up and down with each rut.

Ethan I'm not Mira I rapidly said as I pulled away in an instant, my body still burning from the contact, nipples aching where his fingers had pinched and tugged them raw through my sweater, but he was also shocked, his hands releasing me with a jolt as if burned, the sudden absence leaving my ass tingling from the phantom weight of his cock and my thighs trembling with unwanted heat. We separated from each other, the air thick with the musky scent of his arousal and my own growing wetness, both of us breathing hard, his erection still visibly straining against his pants as mine stood frozen by the sink, the cool water still running over my fingers while the realization of what we'd just done hung between us like static.

I was about to say something, my lips parting on a shaky breath to explain or apologize or anything to break the charged silence, when my sister and boyfriend walked in from the living area, their footsteps light on the wooden floorboards. We both decided to pretend as if nothing happened, Ethan quickly turning toward the counter to adjust himself discreetly while I forced a neutral smile, my cunt still pulsing with residual slick and my tits heavy and sensitive under the fabric, the ghost of his tongue on my neck making my skin prickle as Mira laughed about something Ethan had said earlier and Calix's steady presence filled the space behind me.

The four of us fell into an uneasy rhythm after that, unpacking the rest of the bags with forced casualness, though every brush of Ethan's arm near mine sent a fresh jolt of forbidden awareness through me, remembering how his manhood had pressed so thick and insistent against my ass, the way his fingers had circled my nipples until they peaked painfully hard. Mira's easy giggles filled the cabin as she helped Ethan with the fire, her sweater still slipped off one shoulder, while Calix pulled me into a gentle side hug that only highlighted the contrast, his touch innocent where Ethan's had been anything but, and I swallowed hard against the lingering throb between my legs, the wetness in my panties a secret reminder of the mistake that had nearly gone too far.

Later, as we all settled around the hearth with drinks in hand, the tension simmered just beneath the surface, Ethan's glances flicking toward me with a mix of guilt and something darker, his cock no doubt still half-hard from the memory of rutting against what he'd thought was Mira's body, while I shifted in my seat to ease the ache in my swollen pussy, the crude, wet sounds of our earlier grinding echoing in my mind with every crackle of the flames.

The night passed without a word spoken about the mistake at the sink, the four of us eventually drifting off to our separate rooms with nothing but loaded glances and the heavy silence of bodies still thrumming with unspent need. I lay awake beside Calix for hours, my cunt swollen and dripping into the sheets as phantom sensations replayed—the thick ridge of Ethan's cock rutting against my ass, the way his palm had ground into my pussy through my jeans, forcing slick to seep out with every desperate clench. Across the hall I could hear Mira's soft moans as Ethan fucked her, the wet slap of skin on skin filtering through the thin walls, and each thrust I imagined was meant for me instead, my fingers slipping down to circle my aching clit in guilty rhythm until I came silently, biting my lip raw.

Morning light filtered through the cabin windows as the others headed out for a hike, leaving me alone with the decision to clean. I grabbed a rag and started on the high shelves in the kitchen, stretching on tiptoe to reach the dust, my sweater riding up to expose the small of my back. My ass flexed with the effort, thighs trembling as I strained higher, but the shelf stayed just out of reach no matter how I rose onto my toes, the motion making my jeans pull tight across my still-sensitive pussy.

Suddenly a warm presence pressed in behind me, solid and unmistakable. "Let me help you," Ethan said, his voice low and rough as he stepped closer, his chest brushing my shoulder blades while he reached over my head to wipe the dust away himself. The heat of his body enveloped me completely, and I felt it instantly—his cock twitching and thickening against the cleft of my ass, swelling rapidly from the contact until the hard length of it nestled right between my cheeks through our clothes.

We stayed frozen in that position, his arm still extended to the shelf as he wiped in slow, deliberate strokes, each shift of his weight causing that growing cock to grind against my ass in subtle, rolling presses. The thick ridge dragged upward with every movement, pressing firm and insistent into the denim seam that ran straight over my cunt, and I felt myself getting wetter by the second, my panties clinging to my swelling folds as fresh slick leaked out in response to the steady friction. My nipples tightened painfully against my sweater, and heat flooded between my legs, making my thighs part just a fraction without conscious thought.

I gaslighted myself hard into believing we were just cleaning, that nothing was wrong with the way his hips rocked forward in tiny increments, the outline of his fat cockhead nudging insistently against my ass with each pass of the rag. The grind deepened as he reached farther, his balls heavy and warm where they brushed the underside of my cheeks, his breathing growing ragged against my neck while my pussy throbbed and soaked through the fabric, the wet heat building with every slow, deliberate drag of his erection along my cleft. I told myself it was innocent, just two people sharing space, even as my cunt clenched greedily around nothing and my ass pushed back the tiniest bit into the hardness rutting against it.

My body betrayed me in that tiny push, the seam of my jeans catching just right against my swollen clit as his cock dragged heavier now, the fat head of it nudging insistently along the cleft of my ass like it knew exactly where it wanted to burrow. "About last night," Ethan started, his voice a low rasp against the shell of my ear, but I cut him off fast, the words tumbling out shaky and breathless. "It's nothing, it was an accident after all." He let go of the cloth entirely, his hands dropping to grip my hips with sudden possession, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he pulled my body closer, erasing what little space remained between us. "I couldn't stop thinking about it," he murmured, hips rolling in a deliberate, filthy grind that pressed the full throbbing length of his cock harder against me, the heat of it pulsing through both layers of fabric. "I've been craving for you all night. How about you?" he asked it seductively, the question curling hot and wicked as his palms slid lower to cup the curve of my ass, squeezing and spreading me open just enough for that ridge to slot deeper between my cheeks.

I went rigid as I felt him grinding her harder, the motion slow and obscene, his hips canting forward in tiny, insistent thrusts that made the denim seam rub relentlessly over my dripping cunt, fabric growing damp where my slick had already soaked through. My thighs trembled on tiptoe, the stretch pulling my jeans tighter, and every subtle rut of his cock sent fresh waves of unwanted heat flooding my core, my folds parting greedily against the pressure like they were trying to welcome the intrusion. Ethan’s breath hitched rough against my neck, his chest plastered to my back now, one hand abandoning my hip to slide around front and press flat over my lower belly, guiding me back into each grind so the head of his dick could nudge right against the puffy outline of my pussy lips through the clothes. I bit my lip hard to stifle the moan building in my throat, but a soft, traitorous whimper escaped anyway, my cunt clenching and fluttering around nothing while his balls dragged warm and heavy against the underside of my ass with every forward rock.

The rag slipped from his fingers completely, forgotten on the shelf as both hands returned to my hips, holding me steady while he ground his cock in firmer circles, the thick shaft dragging up and down the cleft of my ass with wet-sounding friction that echoed the slick mess between my own thighs. "Fuck, you feel so good like this," he groaned low, the words vibrating through me as his fingers tightened, pulling my ass cheeks apart slightly so the denim pulled taut right over my entrance, the seam catching on my clit with every pass. My sweater rode higher with the motion, cool air kissing the exposed skin of my lower back even as the rest of me burned, nipples scraping painfully against the fabric with each tiny jolt of his hips. I could feel his cock twitching harder now, the fat head leaking enough precum to dampen his own pants, the warmth of it seeping through to my skin in a filthy promise of what might come if neither of us stopped. My hands gripped the edge of the counter, knuckles white, but instead of pushing him away I found myself arching just a fraction, pressing my ass back into the insistent rutting, the wetness in my panties growing stickier and hotter with every deliberate drag.

Ethan’s grip shifted, one hand sliding up under my sweater to palm my tit directly this time, fingers finding my nipple and pinching it hard enough to make my knees buckle, while the other hand snaked lower between my legs to cup my soaked pussy through the jeans, the heel of his palm grinding down in time with his cock’s thrusts against my ass. "Your cunt’s so fucking wet for me already," he whispered roughly, voice thick with lust as he rubbed the denim-covered heel right over my swollen clit, the pressure making slick gush out in fresh pulses that I could feel soaking the fabric even more. My hips jerked involuntarily, rocking into his hand and back against his cock in the same desperate rhythm, the dual friction building a tight coil low in my belly that made my thighs shake. He humped harder now, the full length of his dick sliding along my ass crack with longer, slower strokes, the head catching on the waistband of my jeans like it wanted to slip inside, balls slapping lightly against my inner thighs with each forward thrust. The cabin air felt thick and heavy around us, filled with the scent of pine and our mingled arousal, my own musky wetness mixing with the heady musk of his precum as he rutted against me like he couldn’t help himself.

I told myself again it was just cleaning, just an accident, but the lie crumbled as his fingers worked faster between my legs, pressing and circling my clit through the soaked denim until my vision blurred with the building pleasure. His cock throbbed insistently against my ass, the ridge dragging back and forth with wet, rhythmic sounds that matched the filthy squelch of my own cunt grinding against his palm, my panties clinging like a second skin to every swollen fold. Ethan’s mouth found my neck again, teeth grazing the same spot he’d licked the night before as he whispered, "Tell me you’ve been thinking about it too, how my cock felt pressed right here," punctuating the words with a particularly hard thrust that made my ass jiggle and my pussy clench so tight I nearly came on the spot. My body moved on its own now, pushing back harder, seeking more of that thick, grinding pressure, the heat between us building to a fever pitch that left me panting and dripping, every nerve alight with the forbidden thrill of his hands and cock claiming me in the quiet kitchen while the others were gone.

This is wrong. I whispered, my voice trembling as it slipped out between ragged breaths, but the words felt hollow even as they left my lips, especially with how my ass was still arching back into the rigid length of his cock. Your other lips is a lot more honest even though it can't talk he responded, his voice a low, filthy growl against my ear while his fingers pressed harder over my soaked pussy through the denim, the heel of his palm grinding slow circles right against my swollen clit. He's absolutely right. My cunt throbbed and clenched greedily under the pressure, slick gushing out in hot pulses that soaked the fabric even more, the wet heat betraying every weak protest as my hips rocked forward to meet his touch.

Ethan's hand slid up under my sweater again, rough fingers pinching my nipple hard enough to send a jolt straight down to my core, twisting and tugging until I whimpered and pushed my ass back firmer against the thick ridge of his dick. The denim seam of my jeans caught on my folds with every deliberate grind, the head of his cock nudging insistently along the cleft while his balls dragged heavy against the underside of my cheeks. I could feel the damp spot from his precum spreading against my lower back where his shaft leaked through his pants, the sticky warmth seeping through as he humped in longer, slower strokes that made my thighs shake on tiptoe. "Fuck, your cunt's dripping for this," he muttered, voice thick with lust, one hand abandoning my tit to yank my hips back harder so the full throbbing length rutted right over my entrance, the outline of his fat cockhead catching and pressing against the puffy outline of my pussy lips with obscene friction.

My fingers clawed at the counter edge as he rocked into me, his chest plastered flush to my back, sweat starting to bead on my skin from the building heat. Every subtle thrust made the wet squelch of my soaked panties echo in the quiet kitchen, fabric clinging tight to every swollen fold while his palm rubbed relentless circles over my clit through the layers. I bit down on my lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill, but broken whimpers escaped anyway, my body pushing back greedily for more of that grinding pressure even as guilt twisted in my gut. The ridge of his dick dragged upward in a filthy slide, catching on my waistband before sliding down again to nudge at my ass crack, balls slapping lightly with each forward cant of his hips as he whispered how tight and wet I felt, how he'd been imagining burying himself between my thighs all night long.

His fingers worked faster now, slipping lower to press the denim directly against my entrance, rubbing in tight, insistent motions that made fresh slick leak out and soak through, the material growing slicker and hotter with every pass. I felt his cock twitch harder against me, the fat head pulsing with need as he spread my ass cheeks wider with his free hand, letting the thick shaft slot deeper into the cleft while he ground in filthy circles. My nipples scraped raw against my sweater with each tiny jolt, the ache building alongside the coil tightening low in my belly, my cunt fluttering and clenching around nothing as the seam rubbed relentlessly over my clit. Ethan's breath came hotter and faster against my neck, teeth scraping the same spot he'd marked before, his tongue lapping at the damp skin in wet, hungry strokes that matched the rhythm of his hips rutting against my ass.

The pressure built unbearably slow, his palm grinding down harder between my legs while his cock dragged back and forth with longer, wetter-sounding thrusts, the head catching repeatedly on my waistband like it was trying to force its way inside. My thighs trembled wider on their own, spreading to give him better access as he humped me with increasing force, balls heavy and warm slapping softly against my inner thighs. Slick coated everything now, my panties a sodden mess clinging to every puffy fold, the musky scent of my arousal mixing thickly with the pine and the heady musk rolling off his leaking dick. I arched harder without thinking, chasing the filthy friction that made my vision haze, his fingers pinching my nipple again in time with a particularly deep grind that had my pussy spasming and dripping down my thighs.

Ethan's other hand snaked fully between my legs from behind, cupping and squeezing my cunt through the jeans with possessive pressure, fingers tracing the soaked outline of my slit as he thrust his cock firmer against my ass. "Tell me how bad you want it," he rasped, voice vibrating through my body while his hips rolled in obscene, deliberate waves that dragged every inch of his throbbing length along my cleft. My body responded for me, pushing back with desperate little rocks that made the wet fabric squelch louder, my folds parting greedily under the seam as heat flooded through me in waves, every nerve screaming for more even as the forbidden thrill of it all left me panting and soaked against the counter.

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