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.
"I'm surprised Frank didn't rape her." Trish said when the boys returned to the cabin with Emma, the slim blonde's arms crossed, no one else acting as a greeter for the search party and rescued girl.
Jamie sat on the sofa with Emma. She was safe, like Lorenzo.
His duty was complete.
Tyrone brought his hands to Trish's feminine hips, gave her a long, sweet kiss, the interracial couple displaying their love for all to see.
Frank frowned, narrowed his eyes. It was as if he despised Trish, despite the fact his eyes focused on her ass in her jeans while she kissed her Black boyfriend.
"Trish, what was that?" Frank said when Tyrone pulled away from Trish. Tyrone slipped upstairs, giving Frank the perfect time to hurl insults at the White girlfriend.
Trish kept her focus on the stair attached to the second floor before turning to Frank. She pointed at Emma.
"I'm surprised you didn't rape her." Trish said.
Frank ran a hand through his brown hair, Trish drilling too much awkwardness into the situation.
He had to defend himself.
"I'm not a rapist. And I'm also not a penny worth hooker," he said, hoping the insult would make Trish wet her pillow with tears later.
Jamie shook his head, brought Emma upstairs with him, leaving the blonde and brown-haired joker to hurl insults at each other with zero supervision.
Trish clenched her fists. She took steps to the spot in front of Frank, shoved.
He almost fell.
"Fuck you, Trish." Frank said before pressing his hands against Trish's breasts. He pushed her hard. She fell onto her ass. "Not so tough with your Black bull around."
"You wish you could fuck me." Trish said before kneeling. She hurled spit onto Frank's left shoe. "But you're just a weak excuse of a guy who'll never be a man. That's why you'll rape Emma when no one is around her."
Frank watched the kneeling Trish. He said, "You're always on your knees for Tyrone and his friends."
Trish stood.
