Page 19 of Wrong Turn

I stand, making my way over to my sister from another mister. “You’re cut off.”

“Party pooper,” she mumbles. Rolling over, she pulls a tea from her pocket, cracking it open, laughing maniacally.

“You’ll be sleeping with the animals if you pass out, bitch. I’m not dragging your ass inside.”

“Just throw me a blankie, and I’ll be good.”

I reach down to give Amber a hand to help her up, but she shoos away my attempt. That’s when it hits. A wave of dizziness rolls over me, my legs wobbling beneath me. You know when you’re drinking, but the alcohol doesn’t actually hit you until you’re alone, and sitting down to pee? That's where I'm at right now. I just got really drunk, really fast, as soon as I stood up. I take a deep breath in through my nose, slowly releasing it outthrough my mouth. Attempting to regain my equilibrium, but I can’t. Looking over at the girls, it appears that the alcohol has hit all of us at once.

“Are y'all ready to go inside? I think I need to lay down,” I address everyone. I swear, I was talking to myself until Fallon gives a slight nod of her head.

Amber throws two fingers up in the air, giving us the peace sign. “Go on without me, sluts. I’m going to wait and see if Lukas comes back. Maybe I can charm his trouser snake.” She laughs like a hyena, and I have no idea what’s gotten into her. She’s never this outrageous while drinking, forever needing to stay in control.

“Ma’am, I don’t think you’re in any condition to be snake charming tonight,” Savannah says, staggering to her feet. They drag through the dirt as she makes her way over to us.

“STOP!” Amber shouts, putting up her hand. Savannah freezes, looking like she’s about to piss herself in fear. “Right there, thank you very much.” Amber sings, and everyone groans aloud. “Throw another log on the fire, please!”

“Shit, you ass. I thought I was about to be eaten by a Sasquatch or something.”

“You’d like that, monster fucker,” Amber mumbles, stripping off her sweater, and balling it up under her head like a pillow.

“Oh, shut up, you’re the one who wants to ride a knife,” Sav jests.

“Hell yeah, I’ll ride that handle like it’s the best damn dick I’ve ever had,” Amber counters, making over-exaggerated sex noises that ring out through the forest. She pulls out her joint tin, placing a pinner between her lips and sparking it. That’s our cue to leave. With how lost she is to the booze, I wouldn’t put it past her to jam her clam right here next to the fire.

I try one more time to coax her inside but she waves me away, eyes dazed and staring up at the starry night. I’m notexactly sure how the remaining three of us make it inside, or how I even find my bedroom, but as soon as I hit the pillow, I pass out.

18

ART PROJECTS

LUKAS

I’m more surprised than annoyed when I creep back to the cabin. How have they managed to stay up this long? I know I didn’t make the wine super strong, but a bunch of silly girls shouldn’t be able to hold on this far into the early morning hours. Amber screams a moan, and it’s almost enough to pull me from the trees. Almost. The other girls retreat inside, and I watch entranced as that twisted little fuck slides her hand into her pants, moaning for real. How close can I get before she senses me? I’ve already fucked her, but she’s here, so ready and willing to be taken.

With a joint between her lips, she one-handedly works her pants down over the swell of her ass. Moving closer, I crawl as near as I can without being heard. The sound of her fingers pounding into her pussy is wet, loud, and obscene. But what’s louder is her voice as it cracks the night. “I know you’re there,Lukas.” The way she enunciates my name drives me wild. I want my real one rolling off her tongue as she grinds against the heel of her hand. “I want you to watch. See the pleasure I can bringmyself without you. How hard I’ll cum to the mere thought of you.” Her head falls back, back arching, giving me a perfect view of her palming her tit after tossing the joint in the fire. The embers are dwindling, dancing shadows over her devilish form as she nears her orgasm.

I know I came less than an hour ago, but who could resist this erotic show meant only for them? No one in their right mind could, and I’m definitely a loose screw or two away from normal. I pull myself out of my bloody jeans, dick still painted crimson from Bridget, and thrust into my hand in time with the pumping of Amber’s fingers. Her horny little breaths drag me embarrassingly quick towards the precipice, and when she cums, so do I. She smothers the sound of her cries against her hand, biting into the flesh.

Storming over, I rip it out of her mouth. “Don’t do that again,” I snarl, towering over her, dick still hanging out.

“Or what?” she coos, spreading her legs as far as her pants will allow.

“I’ll make you lick my cum up from the dirt, little psycho.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She smiles, drunk and satisfied. I offer to help her right her pants, and she nods. But instead, I slip my fingers into her soaking pussy causing her to gasp. My digits swirl inside her before I pull them out, licking them clean. Her pupils are blown wide from the drug, alcohol, orgasm concoction, but her attention on me doesn’t waver as she lets out the tiniest whimper. It damn near buckles my knees as her taste explodes across my tongue. “How do I taste?” she breathes.

“Good enough to eat,” I reply. “But not right now. I have things to do. Do you want a sleeping bag?”

She shifts closer to the fire after fixing her pants, seeking the warmth it has left to offer. “Careful, Lukas, it almost sounds likeyou’re catching feelings.” A smirk pulls at her plump lips as her eyes fall shut.

They don’t open again, and when I realize I’ve been watching her longer than I anticipated, I turn and make my way back to my truck. Grabbing a sleeping bag from the box, then returning to tuck her in. I toss another log on the fire so she doesn’t freeze to death.

She’s going to pay for whipping me into submission so quickly.

Starting with her SUV.

I make my way quickly and quietly into the cabin, grabbing Amber’s keys. Ensuring the remaining girls are asleep before I start my project. I don’t need them catching me in the act.

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