TW: Non-con

Note: this is the continuation of “I Fucked My Mother In Camp” but only centered on Chloe.

Chloe

Another deep rumble of thunder vibrates through the walls of the remote mountain cabin, prompting me to pull the heavy quilt tighter around my body. Rain hammers the windows in violent sheets while the wind screams through the surrounding pines. The old electric heater is barely keeping the chill at bay inside the one large bedroom we’re all sharing on this trip. Storms this fierce always unsettle me — a raw reminder of how little control we actually have.

“Ethan?” I whisper into the darkness.

“Hmm?” he mumbles sleepily from...