This is a work of fiction. The characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This is fantasy.
By the time the tent was set up, it was dark and cold. Tired and frustrated, Alexa and Mark were also very hungry. Mark had brought hot dogs and marshmallows for dinner, but they had to make a fire to cook them, and neither Alexa nor Mark had ever made a fire before. Marie and Zac hadn't come out of the camper, but Mark and Alexa could hear them inside, laughing and listening to what sounded like a raunchy movie.
"I'll go find some wood," Mark said, seeing Alexa shivering. She shook her head in agreement, and Mark traipsed off into the forest, using his phone as a flashlight. He hadn't thought to charge the battery, which was running low, but with Alexa cold and hungry and so many trees around, he was sure he would find some wood soon enough.
Alexa went to the car to get the hot dogs and marshmallows. They were in the back of the car in a cooler. Alexa dug through the cold food, but it was too dark in the back to see what anything was. Unable to find the hot dogs, she grabbed the cooler and pulled it from the car. It slipped out of her hands and banged loudly on the ground, threatening to break. Hungry and angry, Alexa hunched over, grabbed the handle, and dragged it to the picnic table to try to get a better look inside, but she was still unable to find the hot dogs among the ice.
At the picnic table, she looked for Mark, but he was nowhere in sight, so she sat at the table and looked through the cooler again, this time finding the marshmallows. Popping one into her mouth, she held it against her warm tongue - the fluffy piece of sugar dissolving in her puffy cheeks.
As she snacked, the camper opened, and out stepped Zac. He wore an open, fur-lined coat and a pair of gold-colored jeans. He had no shirt underneath his jacket, and his ripped, muscular torso was exposed. He said something to Marie inside, laughed loudly, and then strolled over to the picnic table barefoot.
"You okay?" Zac said to Alexa a nonchalant smile on his lips.
"Yeah," she muttered. Not happy to see him.
"Where's Matt?" Zac asked.
"It's Mark!" Alexa snapped, gesturing towards the woods. "He went to get some firewood."
"Hope he finds some," Zac said, ignoring Alexa's foul mood. "It's getting dark. Did you bring something warmer than that sweater?"
Alexa instinctually looked down at her hoodie but didn't answer. When she looked up, Zac was watching her with a cocky smile on his face. He then slipped his coat off, revealing large, muscular arms.
"Here," he smirked. "I'm hot anyways."
Alexa looked at the coat and then at him, her gaze lingering on his massive arms. It's not like she hadn't met muscular and fit men before. She was a volleyball player after all. An athlete. Mark himself worked out though he wasn't Zac's level of strength. The problem with men like Zac wasn't their muscles, it was their personality. Like her mother always said, they were more interested in having fun than settling down. They were men interested in only one thing. Zac had stuck with Marie for a few months, but it wasn't going to last, and the sooner Marie realized that the better.
"No thanks," Alexa said.
"Don't be stupid. You're cold," Zac said firmly, holding out the coat.
"You're just trying to show off."
"I'm just trying to be nice," Zac said softly, catching Alexa off guard. Trying not to show it, she stayed silent, and after a minute, Zac added, "Whatever. You want to be cold? That's your problem."
Zac then threw the coat on the table and headed back to the camper.
"Did you come out here just to show off, or did you want to gloat too?" Alexa called after him, stopping him in his tracks.
"I came out here because Marie was worried about you. What am I supposed to gloat about?"
"Your camper or your truck or that stupid movie you're watching in there. All that stuff you're always talking about."
"I got more than that to show off." Zac said, grabbing his crotch. "There's also your sex freak of a sister."
"Don't talk about her that way."
"Why not?"
"Because she is my sister you creep!" Alexa shouted, red in the face.
Zac inched towards her, moving like a panther, "You could learn a lot from your sister."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Alexa spat.
"It means I saw you two fucking in the missionary position when we came in."
Alexa's cheeks turned beet red as she remembered Mark insider of her earlier that day. She had been so close to finishing... Alexa looked down at the picnic table in embarrassment.
"For what it's worth you look even better naked than your sister does," Zac said quietly.
Angry again, Alexa glared at Zac, "You can't say things like that to me!"
"Why not Alexa? You know you're better too."
"Are you serious!? I have a boyfriend. You're dating my sister!" Alexa said, huffing.
"Ahh right. Boyfriend. If he were a real man, he wouldn't have left you here alone. He would have known how to keep you warm. Would have thrown that shit-smelling tent away. Would have you sitting by a fire right now, getting the hot dogs ready. If he knew anything about survival, he would have put you up in luxury like I have with Marie."
At the mention of her sister's name, Alexa glanced at the camper. The door was still closed, and the movie was still playing, but she couldn't hear Marie. She wondered if she had heard them talking. Maybe it was better if she did.
"It's just camping."
Zac took another step closer to Alexa. He had a wicked glint in his eye, "It's not just camping. In the end, there isn't anything else out here but our primal instinct. Fuck. Fight. Eat. Sleep. That's all we need to worry about, and that's all men and women really want anyway. A real man wouldn't have pulled out and let you run away when we pulled up. A real man would have finished the job. He would have shown the world that you're his woman."
"You're such a misogynist," Alexa snarled, though she felt herself short of breath thinking about Mark taking her like Zac described. She envisioned Zac and Marie pulling up in his giant truck as Mark held her down. Envisioned them stepping down out of the truck and walking over as he pumped his cock in and out of her. She pictured him taking her as they watched...
"Oh? I see," Zac said, face hardening, heading for the table where his fur-lined coat lay. He picked it up and slung it over his broad shoulders. "I guess I'll just take my coat back then. Don't need a man or a man's coat to protect you, oh no. You got Fuck. Fight. Eat and Sleep covered. You know how to find me when you need me. Just follow the sound of your sister screaming my name."
"Fuck you!" she yelled at him as he walked back to the camper and ripped the door open. Not long after she heard them fucking again and saw the camper rocking back and forth.
And sure enough, she heard her sister scream. "Oh Zac! Yes! Fuck me Zac! Zac! Oh please! Zac! Fuck me!!!"
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Mark wandered around the forest looking for wood for the fire with his phone pointed at the ground. There was plenty to be had, and he gathered it in his arms without paying attention to where he was going or how far from camp he was.
The forest seemed to close around him - he didn't hear anything that Alexa and Zac said among the eerie sounds of trees, nor did he see them in the dense branches, pines, and leaves.
He enjoyed meandering through the woods even though it was dark and cold. He felt like he was doing something good for Alexa, and that he was getting in touch with nature. He forgot about the battery on his phone, and by the time his light flickered off, he had a lot of sticks bundled in his arms.
He made his way through the dark but didn't make it far before he fell, and the sticks he carried scattered on the ground. Pricked by the sticks, and bruised from the fall, he picked himself up again and groped on his hands and knees for the lost sticks, finding some, but not all of them. He looked in each direction, and for the first time, felt scared. He wasn't sure where to go, and he couldn't see the tree line to the edge of the clearing.
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After an hour of waiting, Alexa was shivering and her skin felt needled with ice, so she sat up from the bench and moved to the car. There, the mountain breeze wasn't such a big deal though while it was warmer in the car, it was still cold. She had never been camping before. Neither had Marie before she met Zac.
