Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Author's note-We're back with this story. I can continue it now. Also, there will be gay scenes of both genders. You were warned.
All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
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Jamie took steps ahead Frank and Tyrone, gripping a flashlight in his right hand as an owl hooted as it remained perched on a tree branch.
The three eighteen-year olds trekked under branches belonging to towering trees while searching for Lorenzo's sole sibling.
Jamie had brought everyone to the huge cabin, which meant he was responsible to find any person who went missing.
Lorenzo was a boy who he seen as someone he would have a threesome with if he could. A boy you would participate in a threesome with had to be your closest friend.
"Hey, guys. I was thinking about something." Frank said Jamie weaved around a tree larger than the others.
"Yeah? About what, yo?" Tyrone said, the Black, high school football player larger than the two White boys.
"Lorenzo and Emma didn't get to hear that scary story Jamie told us." Frank said. Jamie focused his flashlight's bright beam on a rabbit hopping, white snow splattered across its furred body. "It was a good one."
Jamie shook his head. He said, "I shouldn't have brought it up. Two sisters going missing and raped to death in these woods isn't a fun hoax to tell."
"Right. Scary stories should be scary. They shouldn't be outright sickening for shock value." Frank said.
"How horny do you have to be to rape a girl to death?" Tyrone said.
Frank laughed. He said, "You ever going to bang Trish to death?"
"I know how to handle myself." Tyrone said. He quicked his pace, reached the spot beside Jamie. "We're going to be carrying a dead popsicle if this girl got raped."
"We'll bring Emma back. She'll be safe." Jamie said with as much confidence as strong as Frank's humor.
"If she got raped, three guys will be the last things she'll want to see." Frank said, which might not have been far from the truth.
The boys stepped over a thin but long branch.
"Too bad. You can't hate every guy on the planet if just one dude raped you." Tyrone said. "Only dumb bitches do that."
"True." Frank said.
Jamie shook his head. After two seconds, he said, "True."
"We should've brought Seth with us. Now he's going to get some of that Christian pussy from Rachel." Frank said before rubbing his palms together. "I need some gloves. Dammit."
"Rachel might wait until marriage. She's a good girl like that." Tyrone said. "He'll study the Bible with her, hoping to get some pus."
"And he won't." Frank said as the boys neared a small, wooden shack.
Jamie, training his flashlight on the shack's door, took steps towards the small structure's door, swung it open.
"Emma." Jamie said, roaming his flashlight beam along the shack's interior as Frank and Tyrone waited outside.
Emma lied on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, trembling. She said, "Jamie."
His heart pounding, Jamie took quick steps towards her, kneeled.
Frank and Tyrone rushed into the shack.
"Here." Jamie said, taking off his coat after removing Emma's blanket from her body. The boy helped her put his coat on. "I'm not letting my best friend's sister freeze."
Emma flashed Jamie a grin. The boy helped her stand. Holding hands with Jamie, Emma said, "Thanks."
"Sentimental time over. Now it's get the hell back to our friends time." Frank said.
Jamie ushered Emma out the shack, holding her hand.
Frank and Tyrone accompanied them.
