-Jacey-Caleb finally let me go to sleep after checking to make sure my pupils were evenly dilated. Since I’d been lucid in the hours following my head injury, Caleb had reluctantly decided my concussion, if I had one, wasn’t that bad, and he’d continue to monitor me throughout my sleep.My nearly-naked monitor was, however, snoring softly when I woke up. I bit my lip, holding back a laugh.The moonlight was shining through the window, and I could see a million stars. I placed my hand on Caleb’s cheek, and he blinked awake.“You okay?” he asked muzzily. Then his gaze sharpened. “Ah, shit, I fell asleep!”“Well, Dr. Killeen, I guess you’re going to have to redo your r

-Jacey-Caleb and I made our way back to the shore. Sure enough, our clothes and lifejackets were gone. But at least there was no bear.Since I was the one wearing boots, I picked a careful path through the rocks, leading Caleb deep enough into the water that we could both rinse off a bit.I’d had Caleb’s cum EVERYWHERE on my body, and even though Caleb was always sweet to me after and cleaned me up with a towel, I still felt the need to let some water run over me.Sitting waist deep in the water on an obliging boulder, I cupped my hands together and trickled water over my hair. It was coming out of its braid, and I had no idea what I was going to do without a comb or a brush. If I couldn’t tame it, I was going to look like a swamp witch coming out of t

-Jacey-In the last light of the day, Caleb and I ransacked the clothes in the shed, finally finding pants and shirts that fit both of us. There were even socks, and a pair of boots for Caleb. Unfortunately, none of the steel-toed boots in the shed were small enough for me. I was left with my rubber, knee-high waders.The pants were also far too long on me, so I tucked them inside my wading boots. I had found a T-shirt that fit me, though it was tight over the chest, and a flannel button-down to go over it.Caleb was dressed similarly, only his button-down was blue instead of red.When night fully fell, Caleb and I moved to the back of the shed. Caleb put a blanket up against the back wall, and we started kicking the boards, letting the quilt muffle our efforts.

-Jacey-“... So what you’re saying is some kindly fishermen took you to the old fly-in camp and just left you there?” my father said for the thousandth time.It was a simple lie, but I wasn’t used to lying to him. I had to, though, because I didn’t want Caleb getting in trouble for what had happened to Bill. I also didn’t want the lumberjacks to make good on their threat.“We told them it was close enough to camp. Then they didn’t have to do the pull-through,” I explained.“You should have asked them to bring you all the way to camp,” Jeanie added her two cents, her hand on Caleb’s shoulder as we sat side-by-side on the picnic table bench in our camp. My father was on my left side. Jeanie was on Cale

-Jacey-It didn’t take much convincing for my father and Jeanie to go out fishing alone. I was pretty sure our ordeal had put a crimp in their romantic getaway plans, so when Caleb and I suggested we were too tired to go out fishing, my father and Jeanie nearly pranced down to the shoreline to launch themselves away from us.Any other time, I might have been angry about it. I mean, after being checked out by a couple of Canadian medics after our disappearance and declared perfectly fit, my father and Jeanie hadn’t worried one bit about it. But their being all wrapped up in each other meant Caleb and I had less trouble concealing our own activities.Today’s activities started with Caleb bending me over the picnic table and screwing me senseless. The angle meant he went deeper than he’d been in