Primal Urges: Cumming Clean

Primal Urges: Cumming Clean

Jill 39, sits in the passenger seat while Chad, 19, drives the older Winnebago. His sister, Sara 23, walks down the aisle back and forth like a sailor on a barge.

"I'd like to reach Ridge Blue without crashing."

"Sara, leave your brother alone, it's a gravel road, sit down."

"Should we even be driving on gravel, considering... your condition?"

Chad turns, looks over his shoulder, eyebrow raised, Jill slaps Sara's hand as she sits behind the driver's seat.

"Condition? It's called pregnancy, speaking of--"

"Don't. Kyle is exactly like all men... dogs."

"Hey, fuck you!"

Jill laughs while Chad shakes his head.

"Don't let her rattle you, she's just mad Kyle left to University."

"Yeah well, enough projecting onto me, I'm trying to not drive us off this shitty road."

"How long until--"

"Say it, an I'll drive us into that tree."

Sara laughs before she walks back to the bedroom.

"You know she's just upset, she's excited too."

"She doesn't act like it, ever since we told the family, she's been acting like a bitch."

"I can hear you, asshole!"

Jill unbuckles, stands up and pulls the curtain.

"Be quiet back there, adults are talking. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I knew dad was going to be upset--

"but you didn't expect him to pack up and leave."

Chad nods, Jill leans over and hugs him before her hand starts to wander south.

"Whats this?? Maybe, mommy can make you feel better?"

"Oh! maybe."

"Gross, I only agree to go camping if you two--"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up!"

Chad smacks the curtain while Jill sits back down and buckles up.

"Wait! Is that it?"

"Oh, finally, my foot is starting to fall asleep."

"Son, who is that? Do we have to pay for a site? I didn't bring any cash."

Gary, 76, a grungy man, his very outdated attire resembles a park ranger uniform. Chad slows to a stop, rolls down window while the man casually walks up.

"Howdy!"

"Hey? Can I help you?"

"My name is Gary, I'm the camp manager for the summer, how many in your party?"

On his tippy toes, Gary tries peering into the RV but its tinted windows keep it buttoned up.

"Do we have to pay?"

"Oh no, nothing like that, it's a free-use campsite, so we have to track those coming and going... get it?"

"Hold on."

Chad rolls up the window just as Sara walks from the back of the RV.

"Mom, did he say free use? What does that mean?"

"Yeah... he did. I say we drive back to a town and find a different site tomorrow."

"Me too. What do you think?"

Before Chad could respond, Gary taps on the window so Chad slowly rolls it down.

"Yes"

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Um, what do you mean free-use?"

Gary laughs.

"This is a swinger's campsite, we posted it on the website."

"Oh, you did, woulda been nice if... mom... double checked the website."

"Oh, it's no big deal, we allow non-swingers all the time, but we got rules for your kind."

Sara burst out into full-blown laughter, Gary immediately stiffened up.

"Well, it's almost sunset and town is six hours back the way you came."

"No, I'm sorry, my sister has schizophrenia, may I ask the rules?"

"Those, not "participating" nightly activities in their RVs after dark."

Sara's smirk instantly disappeared.

"What if we got to take a shit and our toilet breaks?!"

"If... you "need" to exit your RV area, please stay on the concrete paths."

"We get it, you like parentheses... what the fuck kind of campsite is this? The Hills have Eyes?"

Gary starts to laugh, pointing at Sara.

"I just rented that movie!"

"Thank you, alright let's grab a spot before dark."

"We are so screwed."

A big sigh, before Sara stomped to the back of the RV, Gary meandered back to his RV nearby the entrance. A few hours later, Jill and Chad slow danced in the walkway of the RV, soft music plays in the background from radio.

"I hope Sara is okay."

"She's fine, besides, gives us some time to ourselves."

"Yeah, but who knows what kind of weirdos are out there."

Chad smiles ear to ear.

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

"This might be our only alone time this weekend."

"Please go find her, if you do, I'll make it up to you."

A big sigh, Chad nods in agreement before adjusting his pants.

"Just know, we're gonna do butt stuff later."

"No! I've never let you in my backdoor."

"Well, be ready when I get back."

Chad goes outside, sees a barely lit and weathered concrete path. As he walks, orgasmic screams from several RVs echo. In a brief moment of pure silence, Chad hears Sara talking to herself near the bathrooms.

"Sara? Are you okay?"

"Sorta, I have to use the bathroom."

"Okay? Why are you standing outside of it?"

He points at the concrete box with two bathrooms on opposite sides.

"The light keeps flickering."

"So, use the men's bathroom?"

"What if someone's in there?"

Chad shakes his head, walks into the men's side.

"Chad?"

"Seriously it's not--"

"See no ones in there, now hurry up its cold out here."

Sara briskly rushes by before letting out a low-pitched squeal, Chad rushes inside to see her pointing at a tiny beetle bug walking across the floor.

"You fucking kidding me, I'm out."

"No, I'm sorry, okay, just stand by the door, please!"

"Okay, but hurry up this wasn't my idea of fun."

A few moments passed but not a sound from Sara.

"You good?"

"Sara?"

"If you don't answer, I'm coming in."

Irritated, Chad walks in just as Sara walks out of the stall butt naked with her hands behind her back in an offering to her brother.

"What are you doing?"

"I want what you gave mom."

"What? No, we can't, mom would--"

Sara walks over to Chad, gently grabs his hand, pulls him inside the bathroom and closes the exterior metal door, within minutes her moans joined the nearby symphony.