Anna's Road Trip - Pt. 03

Content warning: MFMM group sex, free use, 'breeding' talk, CNC themes including somnophilia, use of edibles, light degradation

The trip ended 'officially' when we stopped in New Brunswick. Our last campsite was beautiful and clean enough, but the day we got there we found ourselves surrounded by families. Even while we took the most remote camping spot available, we collectively agreed to keep it low key since it was easy for anyone to see us. Like it'll take one tween getting lost on the way to the bathroom to get us all arrested... so we agreed: no open car door sex, no prancing around buck naked, no loud shouting orgasms in the middle of the night next to the fire.

I would have been disappointed... Well honestly I was disappointed. Ever since 'opening the floodgates' at that hotel, our every waking moment seemed to be filled with fucking. The car held a scent that was a mix of sex and lube and I was in a constant state of undress. The trip turned me into some sort of degenerate and I wasn't complaining.

But then night time fell at our last campsite and Zach gave a firm request to all of us that I would sleep together with him in the largest tent while James and Kirk slept in the smaller ones. "Anna needs an actual break," he said, pointedly giving the other two a look. "To sleep properly."

"You're implying we can't keep our hands to ourselves for one night?" Kirk rolled his eyes. "And you will?"

"I'm not implying, that's exactly what I'm saying."

I thought it was sweet and funny that Zach was both looking out for me while giving a dig at Kirk and James for being hopeless horn dogs (the last few days made them unable to beat that allegation). I wanted to reassure him that I was okay and that I didn't need a break... I was as much a horn dog as any of them. But after I crawled into his tent that night, my head hit the pillow and I was out like a light.

It wasn't until nearly ten full hours of deep sleep later, I woke up and realized how much I needed it. Zach wasn't there when I woke; I had completely missed him coming to bed and leaving it. I stretched and stared up at the tent ceiling, breathing in the fresh, clean air. I felt like a new woman, physically. Why... Why was this sense of dread hanging in the back of my mind?

I crawled out, went to the bathroom, washed up and made my own way back. The coffee was already brewing, breakfast was sizzling on a cast iron on the fire.

"We have maybe two weeks until the hard due date," Zach told us while we sipped hot coffee. "I got some editing to finish up and then I'm expecting the money to come in some time after that. I mean... don't expect a lot from it."

"It was the experience that counted," James shrugged. We all shared a silent moment staring at the fire.

"Look, we're all thinking about it," I blurted out. "We can't let our trip end like this. Is there somewhere else we can go before we get back to civilization?"

"Thank god I wasn't the one to bring it up," Kirk muttered.

"Somewhere with plumbing," I quickly added. "So I can take an actual shower. Not that I don't appreciate the set up you guys put up for me... well for all of us. But still, I really want some hot water." Besides, we were done with the self-imposed Bear Grylls roleplaying, why wouldn't we get closer to civilization? I didn't say that part aloud.

"Today's Friday," Zach said thoughtfully. "It won't be impossible but it may be a little harder to get a hotel, especially one in town. And they're expensive since we'll be closer to the city."

We tossed in a few more ideas including Motels and AirBnBs, but after a bit of thoughtful silence, Kirk spoke up. "Okay, how about this. My grandparents left my parents a cottage about a half hour drive from Antigonish. We can crash there for a weekend. It's a little bare in terms of amenities, we might need to grab some more food, but it does have plumbing."

"That sounds perfect but do your parents know we're going to be fucking there," I asked, straight faced. "Is that going to cause any issues?"

"They hardly ever use it after my grandparents died. I mean if you're going to keep reminding me we're going to be fucking where my grandparents used to sleep, I might shrivel up and die. But other than that, no, there are no issues."

I teased him for a few more minutes over the whole grandparents' cottage thing because I can't resist causing Kirk agony, but it was honestly sounding better by the minute. It'll be remote, private, but we wouldn't be sleeping on the ground in tents. By mid afternoon we were all packed up and left. Kirk took a few more pictures of the campground and we drove off.

Maybe it was what Zach said the night before or it was in preparation for what was to come, but the boys all left me alone on the car ride there. Zach and I dutifully finished up as much of the writing, compiling and editing during this time - we even stayed in the car when Kirk and James pulled up to a grocery store to stock up on some food. I didn't even notice we had crossed over to Nova Scotia.

When Kirk pulled up onto the gravel road leading up to the little cottage secreted in a forest out in the rural patches of our little province, Zach and I were backing up our work and powering down our laptops. It was a quaint wooden cabin sitting next to a cute little stream. A few hiking trails spawned from it; Kirk pointed out a few that eventually led out towards the coastline of the Northumberland Strait.

I helped unload our stuff while Kirk went off to make sure the power and water was turned on. When he came back to give us the 'ok', that's when I started getting giddy.

The cabin was quite small but it was clean. It was just one bedroom, a small 'living room' with a kitchenette crammed in it and a bathroom with just a shower/toilet/sink. I nearly cried at the touch of hot water from the taps. There was no TV but there was a set of speakers that James hooked to his phone to play some music.

"Look, this is a pull-out couch," James said, rearranging the cushions on the couch. A collapsed frame with a spring mattress hid underneath.

"Good, we can sleep there. Kirk can spend some time on his grandparent's bed," I said. Kirk shot me a dirty look.

"You better take that shower before I decide to kick you out," he muttered.

He was joking, but I immediately took a shower in case he wasn't. I shampooed my hair twice (mostly because I could) and as I rinsed out the suds, the door opened and James came in. Without saying anything, he stripped off his clothes and joined me. He was already erect, the bobbing tip brushed up against me as I made room for him in the tiny shower.

"Missed me?" I joked. Before he could refuse, I lathered up his hair and helped him wash it.

"I did." James closed his eyes to keep water and soap out of them. He kept a hand at my waist. "But I'm sorry if we were too much. I should have known to give you a break."

"It's ok, I was having fun."

"I'm glad." He wiped the water from his eyes and smiled at me. "But still, I'm glad Zach did what he did last night."

"He's a good person."

James smiled wider and drew me in close and kissed me. His erection nestled between our wet bodies. "I know it sounds weird but I'm glad I got to share them with you... and share you with them. They're really good to me. I'm happy you get along with them, even Kirk."

I snorted. "I think 'get along' is the understatement of the century."

We spent a few seconds just holding each other under the stream of hot water, kissing lightly.

"Is this a good time to start talking about us?" I asked. I wasn't being coy or smart, I genuinely didn't know. We were only about an hour and a half from Halifax. We were essentially home, but... we weren't really home.

"I guess. Do you want to be with me?"

I stroked his damp face. James hasn't changed at all and he's changed a whole lot. There were paradoxes all abound. "I do," I said softly. "We should be together the way we should have been together years ago."

"I feel a 'but' coming my way."

"But... we're not exactly behaving like a normal couple," I said.

"You mean we're not acting like an exclusive couple."

"James, I'm serious. If we really get together and be official, both our families and all our mutual friends are going to know about it. Whatever this... thing we have with Zach and Kirk can't continue."

"Annie, we don't have to tell everyone about our sex lives, with or without those two," James pointed out. "And besides, they have their own lives to live. I don't think the four of us are going to live together."

"Okay, then what happens if we become official and either one of us regrets what happened on this trip?" I pressed. "What if this whole experience messed up monogamy for both of us? What if Zach or Kirk wants something different?"

"I think we should answer those questions when we get to them," James said. "Do we need to put a label on anything right now?"

"I guess this wasn't the right time to talk about it," I sighed.

"We are still on our trip, even if it was artificially lengthened," James said, pressing his erection against me. His hands lightly gripped my ass. "Maybe we should enjoy the rest of it. We can worry about everything when we actually get back. It can wait until then."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting sweet water on his lips. He was right, of course. I thought of the sunsets we watched together while camping and how we actually looked at them while we were out in the wilderness. I should have learned by now to enjoy the moment while it lasts.

And even if I didn't have all the answers at the moment, I knew I trusted James. That was all I needed to know.

--

I honestly could have stayed in that shower for hours if they let me, but I suspect Kirk had sent in James to drag me out of it. Or at least it was some strategic 2-in-1 ploy to get a shower in for James at the same time as coaxing me out.

When we came out of the steaming bathroom, I saw that Kirk had made the executive decision to drag out the thin foam mattress from the pull out couch and placed it on the floor. The couch itself was kept folded up and remained as a couch. Zach went to shower and Kirk was nowhere to be seen.

"He's cleaning out the car and making sure we have enough blankets and pillows," Zach explained before disappearing into the bathroom.

I shrugged at James and went to sit on the covered mattress on the floor, toweling dry my hair. I was almost immediately interrupted with James crouching in front of me, pushing me down, and crawling over me. We only had our towels loosely around us so we were naked again pretty quickly. His light touch tickled my sides and I giggled, squirming to get away from him but he held me close. We made out like this with damp hair and towels, his dick just pressing into my hip and stomach while leaking precum.

"Jesus, I leave for a few minutes and this happens?" Kirk appeared and feigned outrage. In contrast, he moved to slide all the curtains over the windows to give us privacy.

"Take your shower and join us," I said lazily. I didn't hear his reply or see his expression since James decided to pull me in for another breathtaking kiss. I was so lost under him, just single mindedly looking to get closer to him, seeking out the pleasure. His fingers found my pussy both damp from the shower and slick from arousal. James groaned and positioned himself above me, spread my legs and gently pushed into me.

We fucked slowly on that mattress on the floor. I felt his muscles tense and relax between my legs, his dick straining as he kept himself in check. It was a sharp contrast to how he'd fucked me over the past few days - instead of fast, possessive and animalistic, James kept it slow and careful. Like he was waiting for something. I moaned as the movement teased out the pleasure.

I moved my head towards the couch and through half-lidded eyes found Zach sitting there in just his boxers, his hard dick tenting the fabric. He caught my gaze and his dick twitched. I noticed somebody had put out the bottle of lube onto the side table next to the couch. Oh god, they were going to take turns with me again.

"Not yet," James grunted in my ear. He slowed his thrusts, evidently feeling me tense up. He covered my mouth with wet kisses again, silencing my whines. "No, not yet, Annie."

He just stayed inside me for a few long minutes, lightly kissing me while pinning me down a little so I couldn't move my hips. The door to the bathroom opened and Kirk stepped out with just a towel around his hips.

"There we go." James lifted his upper body a little and resumed thrusting in me. "Now we're all here."

I moaned and gave Kirk and Zach a heated look. James was waiting so both of them could see us cum together. There were loud, wet slaps between us up until I came hard around James, milking his dick. He swore and surged into me as he came too. I held his sweaty body as he caught his breath.

After James reluctantly slid out of me, I saw that Kirk had dropped his towel and his angrily red erection stood at attention. "Looks like you should be next," I said jokingly. There was a kind of exchange of looks between him and Zach.

"I think we should both be next," Kirk said.

Zach pulled off his boxers and had me kneel on the mattress in front of him. Then Kirk knelt behind me and positioned the lower half of my body so that I was properly bent 90 degrees and pressed his cock at my dripping pussy.

I let out an unearthly moan. There wasn't much room in the car or the tents for something like this so I was being spit roasted for the first time. I felt Zach's hand gather my wet hair into a fist and he pulled slightly to control my head. As Kirk pushed his cock into me, Zach guided my mouth down his dick.

"Oh god, yes," Zach breathed out. I whimpered. "That's it. Relax your throat. Pull back your teeth."

Kirk lewdly spread my ass cheeks and started a rhythm fucking me, every thrust into me shoved me forward down Zach's cock. This only lasted a few seconds as his movements grew erratic and Kirk started moaning uncontrollably. Zach hauled my head off his cock by my hair and just held me with my body still bent over the couch, back arched and ass offered to Kirk.

"He's gonna cum, pretty girl," Zach murmured. He looked lovingly at me, then his gaze trailed down to my jiggling tits as Kirk really started railing into me from behind. His grip on my wet hair was starting to hurt but the pain was going straight to my groin, making it tingle.

I whimpered as Kirk bottomed out inside me and let out a loud roar. His cock twitched as he emptied himself deep inside me, his cum joining James's. He stayed inside me, making sure every drop was inside me. But even before Kirk slimed out of my pussy, Zach guided my head back down to his hard cock. As I industriously blew him, his hips twitched up to meet my rhythm.

"Take my cum, Anna," he whispered. I let out an enthusiastic sound and he gripped my hair again and forced my head down. I fought the urge to gag and opened my throat, swallowing the warm cum as he shot his load deep into the back of my throat. I gulped it all down without really tasting it. As I licked up every last drop, my hands wandered down to my cum soaked pussy and played with myself. It wouldn't be long to be ready for another round.

--

Unbeknown to me, the main event started on Saturday. We had spent the whole night before going at it like rabbits so I naively thought the guys would get somewhat bored of it by the next day. We slept and ate and washed up as we saw fit and by noon James had the laptop out so we could watch a movie. I thought that and the bag of edibles being passed around was proof they were all sexed out and needed something else to do for the rest of the weekend. But then I had hunkered down next to Kirk on the mattress to watch the movie only to find him sporting a semi twenty minutes into the film.

He pressed my hand against his erection and started kissing and fondling me. I peeked over his shoulder and saw the other two were watching the movie, seemingly ignoring us. Kirk pulled my pants off (I changed into yoga pants and a sweater after cleaning up from the night before) and he reached for the bottle of lube. His erection surged in my hand as he squirted some lube onto my bare pussy.

"Yes, hon, like that," he panted down at me as he pressed me down on the mattress and pulled his sweatpants down to let his cock out. "Let me use you. Let us use you."

The edible hit at that moment and I felt like I was floating on clouds as his dick pushed into me. I don't know how long Kirk fucked me - it felt both like an eternity and just a brief moment. My eyes fell to the laptop - instead of the movie, it was now showing porn.

"Fuck, baby. My little fuck doll." Kirk's hips slapped against mine. I hazily thought that this was what he liked most. He liked needing to use lube, he liked using me. The intense look on his face and his cock surging in me pushed me to a peak, but it was like a mini orgasm. I faintly heard myself moaning his name. He chanted more swear words and I felt our joining grow wetter and when he slipped out of my body, warm cum seeped out.

I didn't think the boys ever discussed it, they just knew to keep me there on my back. I felt more lube at my pussy and Zach was there on top of me, pushing his erection into my body. I reflexively held him, hugging and kissing his face as he sank down. As usual, Zach wasn't as harsh or demanding. He took his time enjoying my body, his hands frequently cupping and caressing my chest. But I saw his half-lidded eyes glaze over and soon he was pumping in and out of me, his jaw slightly slack as if he was solely concentrating on fucking. "Gonna breed you, pretty girl," he panted. He pressed my legs open and stared down at my pussy skewered by his cock, then screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back and came with a loud cry.

My hands moved on their own and desperately rubbed my soaking clit and I came around Zach, squirming at the surge of pleasure. He snapped his eyes open and grabbed my hips with both his hands and fucked in and out of me again and while trying to catch his breath seemed to cry out again with a second climax.

I felt his weight on me as he collapsed on top of me. I was fighting the floaty feeling of the edible at the same time and almost didn't notice the shift in weight. Was James going to fuck me next?

No, it was Kirk again with his bushy beard, angry eyes and angrier cock. He didn't need lube this time. My eyes rolled with pleasure as I jostled under his fucking. Use me. I'm your toy. I tried to form the words. Fuck me harder. Use me.

I don't know if Kirk even came. My crotch suddenly cooled when he got off me. Someone lifted my legs to bend them at the knees, then pressed my knees to my chest. James loomed over me, holding my legs up by the back of my thighs. In a moment of lucidity, I was there for him pushing his cock into me and almost immediately ejaculating. I bent my head forward to watch his dick pulsate with just the tip buried inside my sloppy pussy.

James withdrew almost as fast as he came. I felt a huge glob of semen seep out. Kirk was there in time to push it back into me. I wrapped my arms around him and succumbed to the feeling of being used again, the edible launching me off into space with my orgasm.

I must have either blacked out or fell asleep. When I groggily woke, the laptop was still playing porn while Kirk was sprawled out on the couch, asleep. James and Zach were on either side of me on the mattress. James was asleep on his front but Zach was also half awake like me and looped his arm around my waist amicably when he saw me open my eyes.

Just him touching me quickly devolved to us kissing and making out again. Soon he was reaching for the bottle of lube too and greased up my entrance for his erection.

"Mmm. I see why Kirk is so into this," he said thickly as he sank into my lubed up entrance again.

We went at it lazily. He patiently fucked in and out of me while rubbing my clit with a thumb, teasing out little climaxes. He managed to cum too, but it took a while. Then we untangled our limbs from each other and I drifted off again.

The second time I woke, the edible must have mostly worn off. I no longer felt like I was floating, but I was moving. When I fully came to, I realized I was sandwiched between James and Kirk while being fucked on my side. James was in front of me, his head bent to my chest and sucking on my tits while Kirk was behind me, his dick lodged inside my lubed pussy.

"Fuck, take it," Kirk panted in my ear. I kept my body limp. He seemed really excited over fucking my unconscious body. James looked up and saw that I was awake but just smiled slightly and said nothing to keep the fantasy. Kirk made a loud strangled groan and mashed himself against my ass as he came. Even after he withdrew, he was still rock hard. Kirk pushed me so I rolled forward onto my stomach. "I'm sorry, James. I have to have her again."

Neither James nor I said anything. I stayed limp as Kirk arranged my body so he could fuck me prone. My pussy was soaking from a copious amount of new lube and semen; he had no problem pushing into my body. His movements bounced my body against the mattress and it only aided him. I tried not to moan, tried to be a good little rag doll but he hit the feel-good spot at that angle and I couldn't help clenching my body when I came yet again.

"Little slut," he panted as he felt me grip him. "Cumming in your sleep. I knew you were... a dirty little..."

Kirk couldn't finish the string of insults as he seemed to cum louder and harder than he had over the past few days.

--

We agreed on no edibles on Sunday. Partially because we were thinking of leaving that evening but it seemed that plan was being pushed further and further until we just relented and said we would drive back Monday morning. None of us wanted the weekend to end.

The boys were simmering down after all, but Sunday was still filled with periods where one of them had their cock jammed into me. Just when I thought for sure it would be the last one, another one of them would drum up the willpower for another round. Even as Zach and James were cleaning up the cabin early Monday morning, Kirk was grunting away on top of me on the mattress.

I told everyone I would be last to shower that morning and there will be a hard line drawn after that. "I'm not gonna go back to my parent's house smelling like semen," I said firmly - which, in hindsight, was a hilarious sentence I never thought I would ever say. But here we are. It prompted Zach to take me with my body bent over the sink seconds before I stepped into the shower. Just one more. I might have been annoyed if it wasn't so very gratifying to be wanted so obsessively.

After my last shower, I helped gather the laundry into a laundry bag to be done by Kirk, replaced the mattress into the pull out couch (after checking for stains) and did one last sweep before leaving. We were careful to fuck on top of towels and sheets that could be easily washed.

The actual feeling didn't hit until I saw the 'Welcome to Halifax!' sign roll by with the scenery. It was drizzling when we rolled into town and we drove in silence under the gray clouds. Despite what I said to James back in the cabin's shower a few days ago, it was only in the car while James drove to my house when I finally thought over what my future would look like.

I was still Anna, still 25 with no job, no money, no future. And while the thought of all that had driven me to hysterics before this trip, I felt strangely calm after the fact. I'm not going to claim having three dicks constantly cured me of anything or that a sex trip changed my fucking life. I was still very much aware that my life was exactly the same.

I looked at James at the wheel. Maybe it was because I realized I could make changes. All I needed to do was think laterally. I just needed to take that leap of faith.

I was headed to my parent's house and while they wouldn't be entirely happy with me suddenly back with them, at the very least I had a place to stay. I knew I would figure something out from there. While Halifax was an end to a fun trip, I understood that it was also a beginning. The dread that hung in the back of mind eased.

Then there was the issue of James. I looked away from him and out the window. He had already saved me once, but I decided I couldn't depend on him like that. And for if we were an item... well... I had nothing to offer him. Well, maybe sex, but we proved we didn't need to be an item for that. So maybe I knew the answer we were supposed to ask each other when we got back home. I was going to have to talk to him about it, without the other two overhearing.

I found myself oddly tense at the idea of having to say everything I was feeling to James. My lips were pressed together into a thin line. I faintly saw my own reflection in the window and knew that I didn't want to let him go but... I had to. At least until I picked my life back up.

We reached my house (James managed to remember how to get to my street) and I thanked them. Before James could say anything to me, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and left with my luggage.

--

(one month later)

James

She hasn't called. There were a few texts but they were just updates about how she was settling in. Despite her dramatics, Anna's parents didn't even come close to tossing her out. Last I heard she was busy doing rounds of interviews for a new job while trying to figure out how soon she could move out.

And me... I'm sitting in my room waiting for her to tell me she wants me like a goddamn fool. I had also returned to my childhood home and my mom was fucking elated that I was going to stay until Christmas. Financially, I was capable of renting an apartment instead. Professionally, I was supposed to hop back into my car and return to my job as Park Maintenance - whether it was in Nova Scotia or any other province. But I did neither of these things.

I let out a sigh and flopped back onto my bed, tossing my phone onto the mattress beside me. I probably messed it up somehow. She probably regrets having that week of craziness that I basically orchestrated. She probably thinks I'm some sort of sexual deviant. She doesn't want a boyfriend that is basically a glorified camper. She doesn't want me.

I shouldn't have confessed about how I felt back during our trip. Shouldn't have started anything sexual. We could have stayed friends and I fucked it up like I always do.

My phone buzzed and my heart did a somersault until I picked it up and saw it was a message from Kirk. I was disappointed but I still unlocked my phone to read the text.

How's Anna doing?

I groaned and rolled back onto my back in dismay. Why the fuck was he asking? Maybe I should give him her number so he could ask her himself. I passed a hand down my face and scrubbed at my beard. What if they get together? What if that's what Anna wanted?

Minutes passed and I hadn't answered. My phone buzzed again.

Have you even talked to her? I blinked at the accusatory message. For someone so callous, Kirk could be incredibly insightful. Sometimes.

No, I typed back.

This time he called me in response. "What happened?" he immediately asked when I picked up.

"W-wha? Nothing. Nothing happened." I sat up and scrubbed my face again.

"Why aren't you guys together?"

"Well... we weren't... I mean there wasn't any guarantee we were gonna be together," I stammered out. "Like we're just friends. I guess. Like she hasn't said anything about... dating. So yeah I guess that's where we're at."

Kirk gave a kind of exasperated sound, the kind of sound he makes when he's quickly running out of patience. "Dude, have you even spoken to her? Did you even ask her?"

"No, she's busy finding a job and shit."

"She's too busy to have one conversation with you?" Kirk said. "She's too busy to pick up your calls?"

"I haven't called her. I don't want to impose on her..."

"You're waiting for her to call you?" Kirk sounded annoyed now. "My brother. We are all too old for this."

"I just... I don't want to push it."

"Just. Fucking. Call. Her."

He then hung up. Didn't even wait and listen to my very valid and very convincing excuses. I agonized over what he said for another ten minutes while lying in bed.

My phone buzzed again. This time it was Zach. Kirk told me the situation and I thought I should send you this, he wrote. There was a short delay and a couple of pictures were sent my way. They were candid shots by Kirk of us around a campfire, but focused on me and Anna. One was of me looking at her looking like the lovesick fool I was. The second...

Anna was looking at me with almost the same expression. I touched my screen, staring at her lovely profile. Then I sat up and called her.

I heard her voice again when she picked up. She said my name. I realized I always knew the answer to the question we were supposed to ask each other when we got home.

--

Epilogue

Anna

The rest of the story between James and I is honestly quite boring. It's a happy story, of course, but boring. We got together and dated while getting our lives together. I managed to snag a remote job and James continued his work in parks. We ended up living in an area that was a happy medium between wilderness and civilization - the bonus was that it was in Nova Scotia so we weren't too far from family.

Zach went back to Thunder Bay for a writing job. Kirk wandered the country and we were never really sure where he was for work. However the two frequently came back out east for the holidays. Kirk ended up buying (or inheriting) the little cabin from his parents - the year after James and I started dating, he invited us up to it again for Christmas.

There was this big question of whether we should take up Kirk on the invitation. We were pretty much a monogamous couple and Kirk wasn't even hiding his intention. But then again it was just sex. And we really wanted to do it again.

We decided we would treat the cabin like a pocket dimension where anything could happen and it wouldn't apply to real life. If someone joined the pocket dimension, they would temporarily leave real life. And so it started the tradition of "Cabin Week" where James, Zach and Kirk shared me for a number of days. Then we would all return to our normal lives afterwards. Christmas holiday was where this usually happened, but in some years we found time to gather in the summer as well. Kirk generously gave us all keys to the cabin and we all contributed to maintain it.

Then James and I got engaged and did the whole crazy process of planning a wedding. Zach and Kirk also got busy with their own lives - when either of them started dating someone, they wouldn't go to the cabin. They never once invited anyone either, it was almost like an unspoken agreement that Cabin Week was some special thing between the four of us.

But when our lives lined up we still went to that cabin in the middle of nowhere so we would never forget that crazy road trip that started everything.

End.

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A/N: thank you for reading Anna's Road Trip, especially if you've been here since part 1. I think the fact that a cannabis product appeared so late in a story about camping is hard proof that I'm just a filthy city dweller like Anna and I have no business writing about camping.

Anyway, even if the story didn't end up as your cup of tea, I hope you are still inspired to take a step forward even in the face of uncertainty. Nobody really knows where life will take us but we all gotta move forward and move on.