Days blurred together like snowflakes melting into one endless white drift.
There was no calendar in the cabin anymore.
No schedule.
No outside world.
Just the five of them, me, and the slow, inevitable slide into something that felt dangerously like home.
Mornings began in the massive walk-in shower off the master bedroom.
Steam thick enough to choke on.
Six bodies under multiple heads—hot water pounding skin, soap slicking everywhere.
It always started innocent.
Someone—usually Luke—would press behind me, hands soaping my back, my shoulders, my breasts.
Gentle at first.
Then fingers would slip lower—between my thighs—teasing my c**t while Matthew knelt in front, mouth on my n*****s, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
Mark would join—kissing down my spine—then drop to his kn
