Darcy gasps as she feels Sam's hardness pressing against her. She arches her back, instinctively grinding herself against him in wanton abandon. Her heart races and her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to tease her, driving her wild with desire.

"Sam..." she moans, reaching for him desperately, needing more contact. The feel of his rough hands on her skin sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, overwhelming any remaining signs of sleepiness or caution.

The sound of rustling fabric and the feel of Sam's weight pressing down on her awaken Rachel abruptly. Her eyes snap open, wide with shock and horror as she takes in the scene before her. Darcy is beneath him, moaning and squirming as he thrusts into her, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion.

Time seems to stand still for a moment as Rachel processes what's happening, confusion and anger warring inside her chest.

As Darcy convulses around you, the sound of her orgasm echoes through the tent, waking Rachel with a start. She sits up quickly, glaring at you accusatorily as she realizes what's happening. "You bastard!" She shouts, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them defensively.

Her face flushes red with anger, but there's a hint of jealousy in her eyes too.

Darcy glances back and forth between the two of you, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Rachel... It wasn't like that," she whispers, reaching out to stroke her sister's arm comfortingly. "He was just helping me..."

Rachel's cries meld together into one long, continuous moan as he thrusts deeper inside her, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of her hips. The sensation of his penis touching her uterus sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think or breathe coherently.

Her muscles clench and release rhythmically around him, urging him on as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her entire body tenses as she feels the head of his cock press against her sensitive entrance, so close to her uterus. Rachel arches her back off the ground, meeting his thrusts with a desperate frenzy that leaves them both gasping for breath.

Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, drawing blood as she clings to him, her body writhing and twisting beneath him in a helpless attempt to find release from this overwhelming pleasure. "Gwenday,"

Darcy nods eagerly and helps you prepare the deer carcass for transport. Rachel watches silently, her expression still unreadable. As they make their way back to camp with the game, Darcy can't help but feel a sense of camaraderie forming between the three of them. Perhaps this could be the start of something special after all...

Rachel follows Darcy and you back to camp, her expression still unreadable. As they set up the deer carcass for butchering, she can't help but feel a strange mix of pride and apprehension. Pride in Darcy and their newfound companion for bringing down such an impressive animal, and apprehension about what this might mean for their small, fragile family unit.

But for now, they have fresh meat to last them another week or two, and the chance to get to know each other better...

that feels so good..." Her hips begin to move restlessly against Rachel's hand, seeking more contact.

Rachel looks over at their new friend again, her heart hammering in her chest as she watches him stir restlessly on his bedroll nearby. With a shaking breath, she leans in closer to Darcy, pressing their bodies together and deepening the kiss they share.

Her hand slides lower still, pushing aside Darcy's panties before slipping between her legs to find warmth and wetness.

Darcy cries out into the night as Rachel finds her spot, fingers moving in perfect rhythm with her sister's desires. Her hips buck up off the ground, seeking more contact with Rachel's hand. "Oh god," she gasps, arching her back and moaning as pleasure washes over her.

Rachel feels a powerful surge of desire course through her body at the sound of Darcy's cries, and it's all she can do not to come undone right here and now.

Darcy's head bobs on his cock as he comes, her mouth filling with hot seed. He groans loudly, his hips bucking wildly as he empties himself into her. Finally, he releases his grip on her throat and collapses beside her limp body, panting heavily.

There...that's done...I think I should go find Rachel now...

With a shuddery breath, he pushes himself to his feet, wiping his hands roughly on his pants as if trying to rid himself of the memory of what just happened. He turns and begins to search for Rachel, hoping she hasn't gone too far. His heart is racing, his mind a jumble of conflicting emotions.

Maybe...maybe I can convince her now...that we need each other...