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QT:NW continues the official Spin Off for the Quaranteam universe originally created by CorruptingPower. You do not need to have read the original series to enjoy this one, but you really do need to start with Chapters 1-4 (I really suggest you read the original though, it's great!). Fans of the original should be pleased to know CP has approved the story and the continuity. This chapter includes elements of mind control through chemical substance, mf and mff sex.
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The house was gone in under an hour. Not just demolished, but bulldozed and scooped up into the dump trucks and carted away. Where it had stood was a shallow hole on the hillside, the remains of the crawlspace that I'd hid in as a young kid, and been scared of as a slightly older one because of the spiders and chance of snakes or other animals. And been annoyed by as a teen, getting told to go clean it out as a punishment for something I couldn't remember.
Most of the others had stepped away once the main show was over, Danielle scooping Ivy under her wing to get to know the new girl in our weird little circle as she and Leo said they would make breakfast. Vanessa gave me a pat on the arm as she went back to work.
Erica stuck with me, wrapping her fingers in mine as she continued to lean her cheek on my shoulder.
I took a deep breath and let it out, closing my eyes for a moment and picturing the house, then letting it go. "Alright, that's enough of that," I said.
"If you need more time, it's OK," Erica said.
"No, no," I said, pivoting in place and wrapping her up in my arms, holding her close. "It's done. I had my moment, and we had moments last night. I just need to let it out and be done and move on."
"You're such a guy," Erica snorted, then lowered her voice to mimic me. "Just gotta rub some dirt on it."
"Do you know why people say that?" I laughed.
"No, but I'm sure it's stupid," Erica said.
"Well, most people don't think about it," I said. "But it's got something to do with natural clay being good for wounds and abscesses. Not replace-modern-medicine good, but it can act as a sort of bandage to help staunch bleeding if you have nothing else."
"I knew you were a hot nerd sometimes," Erica said. "But I didn't realize you were a geek, too."
That got me laughing, which felt good. I ended up taking the rest of the morning for myself, telling the Surveyors I needed a bit of time, and then we rode out onto the trails on the ATVs. Erica drove the second one, having had plenty of practice over the past couple of months, and Ivy sat behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
We gave Ivy the tour, taking frequent stops to show off views that I knew were going to be disappearing sooner than later. I had no doubt the hills were going to change shape to make room for roads and flat plots for houses and yards. We ended the tour up near the spring and the graveyard, where I pointed out to the girls where we had decided our house would be, Leo's next to us, and my sister and her family on the other side.
Then Erica got that look on her face, and she started taking off her clothes, and we ended up naked in the spring stream where it pooled into a little swimming hole - barely big enough to really even call it that, more like a cold, fresh tub than a pool.
Ivy walked us through a lot of her tattoos - she was the kind of girl who got them on a whim but was very particular about her aesthetic when she did. The left side of her body was peppered with dark navy ink, the right clean and smooth, and she danced between Erica and I in the water, spinning with a playful smile on her lips.
We ended up fucking, my bare ass on the rocky bank as Ivy straddled me and bounced like a wild child with my cock in her ass, while Erica stroked Ivy's back and side as she sat beside us. Then, once Ivy was satisfied, Erica washed me in the spring and took me in her mouth, getting me hard again so we could have a leisurely fuck in the grass.
Afterwards, as I lay on my back and stared up at the blue spring sky above us, Ivy crawled between Erica and I and snuggled close.
"This is not normal," she said, her French Canadian accent putting a roundness on her words. "And I am scared about how OK I am with it. Just un petit peu. You both are so wonderful, and I am not so used to relationships. Especially ones that feel so big, so fast. Usually, I would run away from this sort of thing."
Erica rolled onto her side, hugging Ivy from behind. "Don't be afraid to feel," she whispered into the shorter woman's ear as she snuggled her chin against Ivy's shoulder. "All you need to do is talk with us. Harrison is almost too respectful, and things are changing quickly for all three of us. Just talk."
And we did. We talked about nothing for a while. Ivy told us about growing up in the bush of northern Quebec - which didn't sound so different from growing up here in the west coast foothills of the Rockies. Erica told stories about growing up with Leo, and let Ivy in on the story of us crushing on each other but her holding to her deal with her brother. Ivy told us about her younger half-sister Séraphine, and how despite the five-year age gap between them they had always had a close frenemy relationship. They would go at each other like cats and dogs, but if someone else tried to say or do anything to one of them, she knew her sister would be the first person to step in and defend her.
Eventually we got hungry and had to put on clothes and head back down to the controlled chaos of the growing construction site. Ivy rode with Erica back down the trails, and I saw on more than one occasion that she was hanging onto the older woman's tits instead of her waist. We ate lunch with Danielle and Leo, and then both Leo and I were getting co-opted into work with the surveyors again.
I lost track of time for the next couple of days - the surveyors were constantly wanting to double-check locations across the property and asking for guidance to and from different landmarks that we'd set up. And if that wasn't happening, we were meeting with Vanessa and moving the RVs and our vehicles while she organized moving the storage containers to make more room for supplies and equipment getting trucked in.
And if none of that was happening, we were fucking. Often together, with Ivy enjoying the roleplay of being our little plaything. But just as often apart when we wanted some time alone with each other to figure out how we fit together. Sometimes it was quick; a fast shag after eating lunch with Erica bent over the table in the RV or Ivy shoving my cock down her throat hidden in the storage containers, and sometimes we went back to the spring, or another quiet corner of the woods, and we took our time. I fucked Erica up against the old willow tree where I'd lost my virginity to Kara a decade and a half earlier, and she joked about taking the experience back from her - we also almost got caught by Leo and two of the surveyors walking by. Ivy had a particularly adventurous spirit, and one night when the crews were all gone for the day she found one of the office portables that had been left open and took me in her ass while laying across someone's desk.
Time went quickly, but also seemed to go nowhere at all - only three days after the final demise of the house we'd moved the RVs four times and I decided we needed to figure out something at least semi-permanent. Even a week in the same spot would be preferable to constant movement. The space where my house had stood was now full of stacks and pallets of supplies, and Vanessa had a crew of almost two dozen of her 'gorillas' working to erect what would become the first of a dozen temporary bunkhouses for the incoming construction workers. She still seemed to be the only foreman on site, so I went looking for Vanessa.
I found her at the water truck, splashing some water onto the back of her neck as she took a quick break. It had turned even hotter over the week, spring slipping fully into summer, and we were all starting to boil when we were outside. I'd quickly abandoned the feeling of needing to 'dress up' for everyone and I was down to athletic shorts and one of my sleeveless workout shirts - one of the few that were still 'mine' considering both Erica and Ivy had taken to wearing them as well. Vanessa was the boss however and had to set the example for the rest of the crew, so she was still wearing the jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and her reflective vest of a dutiful construction foreman.
