Offline/Press your hand against Nicole's crotch

You slide one of your hands down Nicole's bare leg, getting distracted by how soft it feels. Once you let go, her leg flops to the side on the sleeping bag beside you. She's almost like a ragdoll with how little she's participating, present but passive. But she hasn't so much as complained since you got into it. It's like she doesn't want to take any responsibility for what's happening. True to form, Nicole simply follows your hand as you place it on her pelvis, right over the zipper of her jean shorts. You grind a few more times for dramatic effect, then, carefully positioning your thumb on the seam of her crotch, you're about to press into it when you're interrupted again.

BOOOM

The thunder is more startling than scary, off in the distance but quite loud. That start makes both of you look around, now hyper aware of your surroundings.

"Is it raining?" you ask. The cabin is much darker now than when you first got here, even though it was already cloudy today, but you hadn't noticed the change, fixated on Nicole.

Shaken out of your truly inappropriate reenactment, you help each other up, turn on a flashlight, and open the cabin door. Raindrops have been tapping the roof for minutes now but you were too distracted to care. Opening the door of the cabin to see what's behind that sound somehow makes it more real, a large storm building strength. Second by second the intensity of the downpour increases. You see a light moving in the distance.

"Hurry! C'mon!" you shout, encouraging the two figures running through the trees. Nicole joins in and the two of you cheer Jet and Hannah home to the cabin. The water logged couple are quick to kick their shoes off as they enter, after handing you their electric lantern, and start to remove their soaked tops. After hanging the lantern for them, you and Nicole awkwardly sit on your sleeping bag together as you watch the couple in front of you strip. But that awkwardness is less about watching others get changed and more about what the two of you nearly got caught doing.

"So, Nicole!" starts Hannah as she shakes out her platinum blonde hair and squishes the padded cups of her bra against her chest. "You excited for a sleepover?"

"Oh, um, yeah! Sorry, I was about to ask you if-"

"Oh! Your mom told me! She wanted to make sure you'd be okay!" Hannah replies with a smile directed toward you before shimmying out of her shorts.

"Oh. Okay." Nicole seems a bit grumbly about that. Probably just doesn't want her mom fussing over her.

"Well you didn't tell me," complains Jet, his wet pants still firmly in place.

"That's 'cuz I knew you'd be okay with it!" Hannah kicks her shorts aside then plants her hands on her hips, standing proudly in her yellow underwear mismatched to her dark blue bra. "Right? You're supposed to spend time with your family, remember?"

Jet sighs and shakes his head, clearly disappointed. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Just get dressed."

"How come? Don't you like me like this?" Jet's petite girlfriend playfully wiggles her body and thumbs the edges of her bikini-cut panties as she steps closer. She stops him just before he can pull on a wife beater by seductively running one of her hands up his chest.

Jet grins a little then glances at the two of you. He tries to make his face stern and brushes Hannah's hand aside to finish pulling on his undershirt. "Yeah, but you're scaring the children. So try to behave."

Hannah nuzzles even closer to him, rising onto her tippy toes to beg for a kiss, before replying with, "Okay daddy."

"See?" you whisper to Nicole with a quick elbow.

"Yeah," Nicole mouths back sassily. You can already hear her saying "but they're girlfriend and boyfriend" even though her mouth stays closed.

Jet pulls on a buttoned shirt over the wife beater but leaves it open. Hannah also gets dressed, kinda. She puts on stretchy pants but forgoes a top, supposedly so her bra can dry. Hannah and Jet cozy up on one side of the room while you and Nicole continue to sit separately, almost leaning away from each other. You should probably work on looking less guilty.

There's not much to do while trapped inside from the rain so you all try to find things to talk about. Hannah has no problem talking, and she and Jet can talk to each other for hours, but they both poke and prod you with questions. You've been a growing part of their dynamic over the last few days, but with Nicole here they're trying to feel out the new fourth wheel. You assume Jet's just trying to make sure she doesn't feel excluded, but Hannah is more nosy than anything.

As you get more comfortable with each other you all go back and forth sharing stories and telling jokes, trying to shock or gross out everyone else. Hannah is always able to top any story you tell, which gets a little frustrating, but she mostly isn't mean about it. She must have just done a lot of crazy things. Or she's a liar. Either way she also likes to flirt. She's constantly alluding to something sexual and manages to find ways to compliment people about their body in the most scrupulous way, as if it's almost by accident. And that was long before you asked her for a favor.

The four of you chat for hours, the rain not letting up. Besides the thunder, you only really notice the rain because Nicole keeps bringing up the fact it hasn't stopped yet.

"You can chill Nicole. We don't have anywhere to go. Except to sleep, eventually."

"Well... I don't have my PJs, so there's that. But I also have to go pee."

"Me too!" replies Hannah, way more excited than she should be about urinating. "Let's do it! You and me!"

"But it's still raining so hard." The complaint doesn't even register. Hannah is already dragging Nicole to her feet.

"We'll just be super fast! The faster we go the less wet we'll get! Right?"

Nicole and Hannah slip their shoes on. Hannah opens the door, counts them down, and drags Nicole out into the storm. They run straight out into the downpour, heads down, before Hannah circles back abruptly. Instead of out into the trees, she leads Nicole to the side of the cabin to do their business where there is more immediate shelter, albeit far narrower. The rain is pouring down through the treetops and the wind is whipping it to and fro so hardly anywhere seems safe.

Jet closes the door to keep the rain out but you can still hear Hannah laughing just outside. Less than 30 seconds later Hannah bursts back through the door, still cackling with laughter. She kicks her shoes off then leans outside to shout, "Pee faster!"

"I'm trying!"

Not long after, Nicole scurries inside as well. She and Hannah are dripping everywhere but Nicole is worse off. She was out for longer and is also wearing more clothing for the rain to soak into whereas Hannah is as close to topless as she can be, although her bra sure isn't dry.

"Oh my god! I'm so wet!"

"Nicky! The guys can hear you!" teases Hannah. "But yeah, you're soaked. Told you not to take the corner! You should definitely take all that off."

"But I don't have pajamas," Nicole repeats.

"Then don't wear any," shrugs Jet.

"Yeah, I don't have PJs either." You fail to mention that you never do, but that's beside the point.

Hannah continues while squishing her bra again. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tease you for sitting in your underwear. But I might stare if you're naked," she adds with a wink. "It was too hot for clothes today anyway," she notes before sliding off her rain-kissed bottoms. Even after her comments you expected her to grab a new pair of pants. Instead she sits down with a "That's better" and kicks out her legs.

It is kinda warm in here. You thought you were just a bit nervous but the blast of tepid humidity from outside helped prove that four bodies in a confined space really raises the temperature, and it was already pre-heated by the harsh sun today. So, partly to encourage Nicole, you strip off your shirt in some form of solidarity. You doubt Nicole even noticed. She unzips and wrestles out of her wet jean shorts a moment before undoing her ponytail to shake out her wet hair. Even Jet seems to agree with his girlfriend's temperature assessment, wriggling out of his own pants and shrugging off his shirt after seeing everyone else undressing, but he keeps his thin wife beater with his boxers.

Fumbling (almost on purpose) while removing your pants, you watch Nicole rather intently as she strips off her top. She's wearing a plain cotton undershirt beneath it. You expect her to stop there but her undershirt is also soaked so it gets stripped as well. Under all of that is a damp looking white bralet, a training bra sort of thing. She has to stop there, but you weren't expecting her to take off her undershirt so you are momentarily hopeful that her small puffy nipples, partly visible through wet fabric, are about to breathe some fresh air. But despite her bleach white undies also looking less than dry, she is more than willing to keep her underthings on. She smartly adjusts the hem of her damp panties to make sure they are straight, then sits down at one end of her sleeping bag, as dry as she is willing to get.

With everyone stripped to their underwear you start to think about all the weird stuff that is now bound to happen. Hannah and Nicole will start dancing, then they'll invite you and Jet to join them, and it'll be a big orgy in no time.

But that doesn't happen. There's a bit of tension in the room, absolutely. You're all a bit more careful about your posture now that you're lounging in your underthings, but since all you've really done is gotten yourselves ready for bed, everyone tries to go back to normal. Hannah starts in on a story where she peed her pants on a school trip which leads into another story about how Jet peed out of a moving car once. These are tamer than most of the stories they've been sharing. All the same, you can't convince your dick otherwise and he keeps inflating into a semi in your boxers. After a while of this you wiggle just inside your open sleeping bag so that you can half cover your crotch with the flap, just in case.

A couple more hours go by. You're starting to feel like a normal group, or moreover that Nicole has been accepted. It's frustrating that nothing has happened, but it's probably for the best. Jet isn't especially happy that Nicole is here at all, and Nicole was on the anxious side for much of the night. Eventually you all start yawning and the conversation peeters out.

"Daddy?" starts Hannah as she stretches, nuzzling closer to Jet. "Aren't you going to tuck me in yet?"

Jet plants a hand on her butt and pulls her close. "Yeah, you know I love to tuck you in, babydoll."

"Mmmm, you're going to tuck me?" she taunts.

"I'll tuck you good."

Their lips meet for a kiss but it's not a simple peck. Their faces linger and they share kiss after kiss, their lust growing. After a minute they are full on making out. Hannah palms Jet's crotch and scratches at his wife beater. Jet is much tamer by comparison but he does grab at her ass and run his hand down her leg.

You and Nicole are left to watch the horny highschoolers grope each other to the sound of rain on the roof. More than once you nod and gesture at the couple, offering this up as proof for Nicole to finally believe you. She just rolls her eyes. This apparently isn't convincing enough, although both of you watch for longer than you should.

After a few minutes, the passionate pair still lip locked, Nicole takes off her glasses and climbs into her sleeping bag. You follow suit a minute later. Nicole probably has the right idea; make them feel like they have more privacy and maybe they'll start to really go at it. But cooler heads prevail. Jet whispers something to Hannah, she whispers back and starts giggling, then he pushes her off of him. After another minute of fumbling around, Hannah stands up to kill the light.

"G'nite!" she says cheerfully.

Damn.

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You’re not sure when you fell asleep exactly. You don’t own a watch and your phone would be long since dead if your parents had let you bring it. But the sun is streaming in through one of the windows when you open your eyes. And the very next thing you see is a cock in Hannah’s mouth.

You wish it was yours, but it’s definitely Jet’s gargantuan member. Hannah is huddled up over top of him on her knees, angled to presumably hide what she’s doing. And yet her body is twisted in a weird way, her head cocked to the side, giving you a clear line of sight to what is going on.

Quietly wake up Nicole so she can see

Stay still and watch Hannah's blowjob