I’m an avid hunter and have been since I was thirteen years old. There’s something primal and fulfilling for me to go out in the woods and stalk deer and elk whether I kill something or not. I love being outdoors.
My best friend from high school, Brian, and I have been hunting for over thirty years. I’ve introduced my kids to it, and although they enjoy the benefits of having venison to eat, they haven’t gotten into the whole ‘nature’ thing as I have. However, Brian’s daughter, Carla, is a different story.
Carla has enjoyed being out with us on many of our trips, being in the woods, whether we’re scouting, hunting, or even camping. I think that’s one of the main reasons Carla’s studying to be a biologist. She’s a junior in college and, due to her studies, hasn’t been hunting with us during the last two seasons. She was as close to being my daughter as she could get without being blood-related.
I coached her and my own daughter in softball for about ten years, watching them both improve each year as they grew. Sleepovers were common at our house. My wife and I hosted the entire team from time to time. My daughter Megan and Carla were best friends for many years, but they went their separate ways about the time they got their driver’s licenses, but always remained friends.
Carla, Brian, and I had drawn tags for a late November elk hunt which meant heading out and returning to camp in the dark, plus the possibility of snow. We’d done it before and had been successful tracking elk through the snow.
This trip was going to be one which I’d never forget. We were due to depart the day after Thanksgiving. Carla and Brian would be in Brian’s truck and me in mine. Having two vehicles makes it easier to haul things, and we don’t have to hunt the same areas.
I was home making Thanksgiving dinner for my kids since my wife and I had separated and considered divorce. Her idea, not mine. Brian called me and asked if Carla could ride with me. He had a business meeting on Monday afternoon he couldn’t change.
Naturally, I said yes and that we’d go out opening day to at least locate a herd. If we stumbled onto something we couldn’t pass up, we’d take a shot. He said that was fine, along with being sorry for missing opening day. I told him it was all good. I’d help Carla pack out her elk since she’s much better at hunting than we are. He laughed, thanking me once again.
The drive out to our cabin takes about five hours. Preseason we make sure it’s clean and habitable for living in while hunting. We stocked it with canned foods, made sure we have enough firewood, plenty of blankets, and propane.
Brian and I bought it together about fifteen years ago. It was pretty run down, so we spent the first year fixing it up. We brought our families out and camped on the property, each visit we’d make repairs and improvements. It turned out pretty nice, but interest in family outings waned as the kids grew older. Our wives continued joining us until my wife decided she’d had enough of me. Brian’s wife joins him at times but, it’s more of an escape for Brian, Carla, and me.
I picked Carla up around seven Friday morning. She apologized for her dad having his meeting when she greeted me at their front door. I told her I was sure he’d rather be with us than there. She giggled and nodded her head. She was dressed in tight jeans, hunting boots, and a tee-shirt from her university covered by a red flannel shirt. Carla had tied her long brunette hair back in a ponytail. She had her lucky hunting baseball cap on, so I knew she was anxious. She looked like a model from an L.L. Bean catalog. We loaded up her things plus all the fresh food, leaving Brian with his bare essentials.
Carla and I talked the first hour of the drive, catching up, and then she plugged herself into her phone as I drove. We stopped for lunch at our usual place, in the closest town to our retreat. I bought it despite Brian giving Carla money for us. I told her to keep it and tell him she bought it. She laughed and tucked her money away with a big smile, thanking me in the process. We got a couple of sandwiches ‘to go’ for our dinner because we usually don’t cook after driving and unpacking. We tucked them away in an ice chest then continued on the road. Our banter resumed for a bit until, once again, Carla played with her phone.
We arrived at the cabin close to dusk, there was enough light left outside to unpack the truck, and we settled in. Carla lit a couple of lanterns so we could see as we set about putting our things away. The cabin has propane for cooking, an outhouse, and a wood-burning fireplace but no electricity. Brian and I added amenities over the years so our wives would be somewhat comfortable when we visited. It made the place livable yet still rustic. Solar was something we’d considered, but the cost was a bit much for us due to the infrequency of use.
With everything put away, Carla lit a fire to get the cabin heated up. The forecast was for light snow, maybe an inch overnight. We’d dealt with that couple of times. I always carry chains in addition to having a four-wheel drive on the truck. It had snowed a few days before, which might make stalking elk noisy with the crunching ice as we walked. Fresh snow would be good for tracking.
We sat down to eat our sandwiches, with maps unfolded on the table to discuss our plan of attack in the morning. We decided to head out to a canyon where we’d previously had success. It wasn’t a strenuous hike, but we’d cross a small stream. We’d take the spotting scope because we could see at least three more valleys that the elk enjoyed at the crest of the ridge.
With our plan set and dinner over, we adjourned to the sofa to read or try to text in Carla’s case. It didn’t take long for her to remember we have spotty cell service, so out came a slew of gossip magazines she’d brought along. She tended the wood stove, and soon after dinner, the cabin began to feel like home. Carla peeled out of her flannel shirt, laying it on the arm of the sofa. I glanced over and at her movement and was surprised to see how much she’d grown. I hadn’t seen her in two years, and that flannel covering her chest hid the fact that Carla matured very nicely. I kept my pervy thoughts to myself, remembering she was my best friend’s daughter and went back to reading.
We sat quietly, reading for another hour or so. Carla stoked the fire again, gazing at it from time to time, contemplating something profound, I assumed. I glanced over her at times, admiring how sweet she looked, remembering the sight of her breast stretched against the fabric of her tee as the fire silhouetted her young body. I had always thought she and my son would have made a perfect pair, but it was not to be.
We adjourned to our separate rooms, leaving the doors open so the wood stove would keep us reasonably warm during the night. We brought extra blankets for our sleeping bags because nobody likes to get up and stoke the fire in the middle of the night.
I woke around four mainly because I have a hard time sleeping anywhere new. Or maybe it was the raging hard-on I had caused by something I must have been dreaming about. I lay there and let it settle down before getting up to go into the main room. I was a bit chilled, even with the extra blanket tucked around my sleeping bag. Using my headlamp, I got dressed. Quietly, I went out to the main room and added more wood to the stove. It didn’t take long before the coals burst into flames with the new wood. I chuckled to myself, thinking about wood. I hadn’t had sex for at least six months, not wanting to give my soon-to-be ex-wife any ammunition for our divorce.
I turned off my headlamp to sit and watch the fire, thinking about my life and how I got to where I was. The pending divorce weighed heavy on my mind. My wife and I had slowly drifted apart as the kids grew older and quit depending on us. I could see why Becky wanted more than I could give her. I’d spent more time and energy on the kids and myself than I had on her.
About five, I got the coffee water boiling on the stove for Carla and me. She brings instant coffee and can’t leave the cabin without her first cup. She wandered out of her room just as the water was boiling; all dressed and ready to go.
We said our good mornings, ate some cold cereal as we made sure we had our gear and lunches all set and ready to go. By six, we were in the truck heading out, excited to be back in the woods. There was a light snow falling as we drove to our drop-off point. I wasn’t worried, the gravel road hadn’t iced up, and I didn’t feel the truck swerve at all as we took curve after curve making our way into the woods.
I parked just a bit off the road facing back the way we came in. If the snow got a bit heavier, I wouldn’t have to turn around. We both had to do our business, so we went separately into the woods before taking off down the trail.
With muffled voices, we loaded our packs onto our backs, grabbed our rifles then headed out to what would be an eventful day.
Silently we trekked through the snow, stopping to look and listen every few yards. We’d gone about a half-mile looking for elk prints in the snow when Carla spotted them. The trails were scattered over twenty feet wide, multiple tracks heading off to our left and uphill. We took a closer look and discovered one much larger than the rest on the side of the hill. Carla tapped me on the shoulder then pointed down. She whispered, ‘dew claws’ he’s a big boy and smiled.
I grinned, suggesting she go first, splitting off the trail heading south while I headed north. We’d hunted together for so many years we knew each other’s pace so we wouldn’t get ahead of one another, which could be dangerous.
So, off we went staying as silent as we could in the new-fallen snow. I caught up with the herd after about a half-mile of stalking. I knew Carla was close by, so I sat watching, waiting for the herd bull to appear. All I could see were cows and calfs milling about, unaware of my presence. The air was still, and they weren’t nervous at all. Then suddenly, a shot rang out, and they scattered. Luckily, I was hidden behind a thick pine because three cows and a calf came hurtling towards me. I remained where I was until the sounds of hoofbeats and crunching limbs subsided.
Then I slowly walked out to where the elk had been feeding. There stood Carla facing me, her finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet. I stopped in my tracks as we listened. Then it happened. A dull thud, a few breaking branches, then silence. She pointed at the ground showing me the beginning of the blood trail. I smiled as we high-fived the air.
To make a long story short, she’d killed an excellent five-point bull. We spent the rest of the day butchering him and packing him out to the truck. It was dark when we returned to the cabin tired and hungry. Carla flicked on her headlamp and entered the cabin to light the lanterns. We then secured the elk and went inside for dinner. I opened a couple of cans of chili while Carla lit the woodstove.
When the fire was going strong, Carla opened our celebration stash of bourbon and cigars.
I looked over at her smiling face as she poured two shots. “What are you doing?”
She giggled, “Starting to celebrate, silly. It’s the tradition, you know.”
I stirred the chili. “I know it is but, you’re underage and don’t smoke cigars.”
She laughed this time, “I just killed the biggest bull elk ever and helped you cut it up and pack it out. I can do what I want, and I’m good to go, so shut the fuck up, mister.”
I stood stunned, calculating the years. “Oh, that’s right, you turned twenty-one like last week. Miss potty mouth.”
She handed me the shot glass. “No, I didn’t. We’re not in a bar, and this is THE tradition. I don’t care if I’m legal to drink. I want to party. We can smoke the cigars after dinner outside.”
I grinned. Carla was cute and challenging to say no to.
“Fine, we’ll celebrate with cigars and bourbon after dinner, young lady.”
I took the glass, and we toasted. She grinned as we both slung back the bourbon. Her face scrunched as the liquor burned down her throat.
Carla sat the glass down hard on the table, exclaiming, “Damn, that tasted good.”
We both laughed then I set my glass down next to hers.
“Let’s eat before we have another. It’s almost ready. Can you get the tortillas from the ice chest?”
She found them, then excused herself to go to her room and change into comfortable clothing. She returned wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and fluffy slippers. Her hair was down, and she looked adorable.
I asked her to keep an eye on the chili while I changed. She grabbed a couple of bowls, then cheese from the ice chest as I switched from my stinky clothes into basically the same things she was wearing except for the slippers, I have insulated crocs. The cabin was warming up nicely with the cookstove and wood stove going at the same time.
Carla announced that dinner was ready just as I returned to the room. She’d poured two more shots, and I gave her a look.
She giggled when I noticed them, “What?”
I smiled and sat down to eat, shaking my head.
We ate while Carla went over her story another time. I didn’t mind listening because she was so animated telling it. When we’d finished dinner, we did the dishes. I told her I might take the next day off and let the area settle down. She’d mentioned a satellite bull who might take over since the herd bull was gone. I knew of other places we could look at, and we made plans to head out there in the morning. She’d take her magazines and read while I hunted since she’d filled her tag. If I happened to kill something, she’d be there to help pack it out.
With the dishes done, Carla stoked the stove then put on her down jacket and snow boots so we could go outside and smoke. She grabbed the cigars and the bourbon as I got the glasses after prepping for the cold.
We set the drinks down on a little shelf under a window. I poured as Carla got the cigars out, handing me one. Carla then lifted her cigar to her lips and began licking it.
“What are you doing?”
Carla looked surprised, “Aren’t you supposed to lick it before smoking it?”
I laughed, “No, it’s not needed, sweetie. Here let me cut the end and light it for you.”
She handed it to me, I clipped the dry end and gave it back to her. I opened my ceremonial Ronson lighter and lit it as she puffed. I smiled, waiting for her to cough. She was right on time, gagging as the cigar smoked. I took it from her as she coughed, taking a puff from it. Why waste a good cigar?
We ended up sharing it, and I told her how to smoke it. Showing her with each pass between us. When she had it down, I poured more shots. We toasted, and she began talking again about how exciting it was to sneak up on the herd. She walked me through the shot again and how she had to wait for the bull to line up perfectly so she wouldn’t hit a cow.
We kept trading puffs as we stood out in the cold, taking shots and telling each other stories. When we finished the cigar, I tossed it in the snow, thanking Carla for being there and that I was glad she’d killed a very nice bull.
She was feeling no pain from the shots of bourbon as we headed back in. She was in front of me holding the glasses when she slipped on the icy step falling back into my arms. I managed to hold onto the bottle as she fell back. My arms reached around her, just under her breasts catching her. She giggled as she landed against me, taking her time to get back on her feet.
My arms were just under her breasts, pressing upward into them. They were firm and round and felt way too good to a guy that hadn’t had any sex for a long time and six shots of bourbon. Despite the alcohol, I managed to develop a bulge in my pants. Carla discovered it as she leaned back into me, trying to straighten up. Her ass pressed into my crotch as she started to regain her balance. I could feel the crack of her tight ass slowly moving up and down me. The girl knew what she was doing, and it felt amazing.
She regained her balance, and when she was on her feet again, she turned to me.
Smiling and pointing at my sweats she asked, “Did I do that to you?”
“Do what?” I answered, knowing what she was talking about.
She giggled, “Your hard-on, silly. I did that to you, didn’t I.”
I feigned ignorance. “I have no idea what you mean, Carla. Let’s go inside; it’s freezing out here.”
She grinned, “I’m feeling kinda hot. Aren’t you?”
That’s when she took off her coat, exposing her tee along with her rock-hard nipples poking at the fabric. All I could do was stare as she stood there, showing them off. That’s when my erection went full bore.
It took all the courage I had to tell her, “Carla, you’re my best friend’s daughter. You’ve had too much bourbon. Just get in the cabin, and let’s forget this happened.”
She giggled, saluting me. “Yes, sir.”
She turned to wiggle that magnificent ass, then slowly walked up the remaining steps making sure I could see every step. I swallowed hard, hoping my erection would subside. Instead, it was painfully obvious I was aroused. When she got into the cabin, the woodstove had done its job. The place was probably around seventy-five degrees. Carla dropped her coat on the floor then added more wood to the fire.
“Carla, it’s hot enough already in here.”
She giggled as she added another piece of wood then closed the stove door. “Oh, it’s going to get hotter, Paul.”
With that, she stood and reached down to grab the bottom of her tee. Raising it up and over her head to show me her firm, full breasts. Her nipples were like half dollars as she tossed her tee over by her coat and began massaging them.
I had trouble setting the bottle down on the table. My focus was on her. But, once again, I protested, which fell on deaf ears. She walked over to me, slipping her hands inside my jacket to remove it. I stood dumbfounded, completely aware of what was happening, yet unable to stop her. I wanted to, but then again, I didn’t.
My jacket hit the floor as she smiled, moving in to place her lips on mine. Her kiss was seductive. I was caught in her web like a fly, and it felt wonderful. Her left hand dropped to rub my erection over my sweats, the other behind my neck, pressing my face to hers as we stood there making out.
Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight. She felt firm like my darling wife did many years ago. Her passion destroyed any thoughts I might have had about stopping her. When she pulled away from me, she was smiling, and the look on her face was like the one she had when she was telling her elk story.
I caught my breath. “Where did you learn to kiss like that, Carla?”
She giggled, “You liked it, Paul?”
I smiled, I was hers, and she knew it. “I did, but you know this is wrong on so many levels.”
“I know, that’s why it feels so good. I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time. Now I have you alone it’s a dream come true.”
I sighed. “Your dad would kill me, you know. I don’t recall him telling me you ever had a boyfriend. He was wondering if you might be gay.”
She laughed, “You really want to know where I learned to kiss like that? And I’m not gay.”
She reached under my shirt to lift it over my head, then proceeded to slip her fingers over my chest to play with my chest hairs.
She looked into my eyes as she toyed with them. “Let’s go to your room.”
I knew everything about this was wrong, but we did it anyway. She spread out my sleeping bag, and the extra blanket then told me to undress. She watched as I removed my sweats and boxers, leaving them crumpled at my feet. I got in; my erection still firm bounced as I lay down on the bed waiting for her.
It was my turn now, watching as she disrobed. She was already topless, so the reveal of the rest of her body was the icing on the cake. Her firm, toned legs were very impressive. I began to picture them draped over my shoulders as she dropped her sweats, revealing her bare pussy. My eyes lit up when I saw a slight glisten between her legs in the glow of the lantern.
Carla eased herself onto the bed, straddling me; she reached down, taking my cock in her hand. She stroked me a few times, our eyes locked together. She lowered herself down as I cupped her ass. My dick felt like it was entering heaven. She didn’t take it all in at once. Instead, she’d go down, then back up, lowering further herself with each movement.
I was glad I’d had those shots; otherwise, I would have blown my load right then. When she finally had me entirely in her, she started rocking up and down. She twisted, gyrated, and got me exactly where she wanted me; she went to town. Bobbing up and down as I watched her breasts jiggle.
I played with her breasts as best I could as she moved on top of me. When she leaned in to kiss me, I nearly lost it. Her breasts pressed into my chest while we lay kissing, tongues twisting together while saliva oozed from our lips. Her body under my hands felt smooth as I massaged her. Her moaning into my mouth as we kissed told me I still had some desire left in me.
She broke our kiss to sit back up, her hands pressed into my chest. She was close to her climaxing, and I hoped I could last for that. Her bobbing slowed, her body twisted as she found her spot. Focusing on that, she pressed down hard on me. Within a few seconds, she’d found what she was looking for. She came down on me one last time. Her head rolled back as she reached the pinnacle.
I held her hips, watching as her face showed how much she’d enjoyed the ride. After that moment, Carla continued moving on me, her motions much slower as I began releasing inside her. Her eyes focused on mine. Her smile grew as I filled her with warmness until she’d had enough. I was slowly losing what stiffness I had as she eased herself off to lay down next to me.
We cuddled and quietly talked about what had just happened. She’d lusted after me for years, she confessed. When I asked her again how she got so good at kissing, she was reluctant to tell me. She finally revealed, and I was shocked.
Carla tucked her face into the nape of my neck and began to whisper the story.
She and Megan, my daughter, were about sixteen. They had discovered boys a couple of years before, and Megan, being much less outgoing than Carla, had confided that she liked a boy in class but was afraid she wouldn’t know what to do if he tried to kiss her.
It took some convincing on Megan’s part to get Carla to ‘practice’ with her. Carla said that they both enjoyed it and it became a secret they shared. The practicing continued for a few weeks until the boy Megan was sweet on discovered another girl. Megan’s fascination with boys seemed to subside after that.
They did nothing for a few months. But, that’s when Carla blossomed. Megan developed as well, but not to the extent Carla did. After a while, Carla kept catching Megan gazing at her boobs when they went swimming, gym class at school, and sleepovers. That summer, our softball team was at an out-of-town tournament. Carla and Megan roomed with two other girls in the hotel where were staying. Carla and Megan lay in the king-sized bed together, still wound up from the game.
The other two girls were fast asleep when Megan rolled over. Both Megan and Carla were in tee shirts and panties, staring at the ceiling, trying to get to sleep.
Megan snuggled close, her hand resting on Carla’s flat tummy when she whispered, “Can I touch your boobs?”
Carla, a little shocked, answered, “Why, you have boobs. Touch them.”
Megan replied, “Yours are so much bigger, please.”
Carla said she kept trying to talk Megan out of it, afraid they’d wake the other two girls who would tell the team they were lesbians. Finally, Carla broke down and let Megan touch her.
Megan slipped her hand under Carla’s tee to caress her breasts. At first, Carla was nervous, but then Megan began toying with Carla’s nipples. Megan asked Carla in a whisper how it felt. All Carla could do was moan as my daughter pinched, rolled, and played with Carla’s full breasts.
After a few minutes, Megan suggested Carla remover her tee. Carla sat up, making sure the other girls were sound asleep, then pulled the tee over her head, dropping it to the floor.
Megan kissed the nape of Carla’s neck when she laid back on the pillow, whispering, thank you.
Then she moved down the bed and started kissing and sucking Carla’s breasts. Carla kept silent as Megan licked, nursed, and teased her best friend’s breasts. It lasted quite a long time until Megan stopped to kiss Carla full on the lips. Carla was wound up, as was Megan. They made out for a long time until one of the girls in the other bed rolled over, making some noise.
That session started an affair between the two girls that lasted about six months. It ended when Megan found another girl who wanted kissing lessons and more. When Carla finished her tale, we lay in silence as I thought about what she’d confessed to me.
I lay there stunned. My little Megan was into girls. No wonder she never brought any guys home. I wasn’t going to say anything about it. It was her secret to share or not.
Carla waited a few minutes to let it all sink in, her fingers playing with my chest hairs.
Carla broke the silence when she whispered, “You okay? I know it’s a little shocking finding things out like that. She’s happy at college. She has a sweet girlfriend, and she’ll probably come out soon.”
I sighed, “Yes, it’s fine. Just unexpected. As is this, you minx.”
She giggled, “I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t drunk. I drink more than that at school with the boys.”
Carla moved up and kissed me full on the lips. She felt good naked against me, legs entwined.
She reassured me that Brian would never know. I thanked her and made sure she knew I’d never tell. We lay there whispering and kissing until the room started to get chilly. Carla briefly left me to stoke the woodstove then came back to snuggle. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing her dad wouldn’t show up until Tuesday since his meeting was in the early afternoon on Monday.
The following day I woke up feeling chilled. I covered my sleeping lover then went out to the main room to start the stove back up. Since we don’t have a shower, I grabbed the wipes we use to dry shower. I wiped off my dick in anticipation of more fun. I put on my boots and the sweats I’d left on the floor, grabbed my coat then went outside to pee. The air was still and frosty; the snow-filled trees made the scene look like a Christmas card. I grinned to myself, thinking Carla was the present I’d opened early.
I went back in, making sure the fire was going strong. I added another couple of wood chunks, brushed my teeth then slipped in next to my girl.
She woke, smacking me. “You’re freezing!”
Then giggled and snuggled next to me. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she lay half on me. She stirred a bit then moved her hand down my body, between my legs, to tease my dick with her fingertips.
It didn’t take long for the blood to flow south, enlarging my anxious penis. Carla kissed my lips softly then ducked under the covers. Kissing her way down my torso, she ended up with her mouth encircling my now full erection. Her tongue rode up and down my shaft, varying intermittently with a head bob covering it. She sucked, kissed, teased, licked, and stroked me to her heart’s content. When she felt I was getting close, she’d slow down, just holding it. Then back to giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had.
She finally let me come, swallowing as much as she could. Carla took her time returning to my side. Kissing her way up my body, she paused briefly to linger on my chest. I finally had to tell her to kiss me, which made her smile.
When we finished kissing, she confessed the other guys she’d done that to didn’t want to kiss her after. I told her I loved kissing her. Then I turned her over onto her back then began sucking on those breasts. Carla squirmed as I licked and suckled. I tugged with my teeth on her nipples which got a verbal response.
She grinned, “Much better than Megan, Paul.”
I looked up. “I can stop, you know.”
She laughed, “If you do, I’ll tell daddy.”
All I could say was, “Bitch.”
I smiled, continuing my task. Her hands kept my head at her breasts until she’d had enough. With a gentle push from Carla, I began my journey to the promised land. My darling ex-wife used to enjoy me going down on her until one time she decided it was dirty. I loved making her squirm then fucking her to her orgasm.
This would be very different. Kissing my way down Carla’s flat tummy, I took the time to tease her navel with my tongue. I had her laughing until she couldn’t take anymore and she told me to get to business.
I shifted down, moving the blanket from me to her so she wouldn’t get cold. Carla opened her legs, her bare vagina looked so inviting, none of that pubic fluff to get in my teeth. I lapped, kissed, and lingered outside her hunny pot just enough the get her moaning. Then I slithered my tongue between her labia. I concentrated on the tip of it where I remembered a lady’s clit was. It was like riding a bike. I circled it, feeling it grow ever so slightly.
I stayed there, enjoying her moans and words while lifting her ass in the air for better access. The girl loved it. I don’t know what kinds of experiences she’s had but, she was honestly enjoying my work. I teased her as she teased me, taking her close then backing off. After multiple trips to the edge, she begged me to let her cum.
I did just that and focused on her clit. Soon she was bucking and rolling, clamping her legs on my head.
I slowed down, letting her ride my face until she finished. I moved back up, my face near hers, wondering if she’d kiss me. After calming down, she looked at me, cupped my face with her hands then kissed me for all it was worth.
That was just the beginning. We had all of Sunday to make love and fuck our brains out. Which we did. The girl was greedy, and I loved it. We agreed that this was the only time we’d do this. Neither one of us wanted to hurt our families, so we kept our secret hidden for the rest of our lives. We never hunted together again due to various reasons. Megan came out to us the following Spring escorted by her girlfriend, whose body resembled Carla’s except she was a redhead.
My ex-wife married some guy and moved to another state. Carla graduated with her biology degree and moved to Wyoming to pursue her wildlife biology career. Brian and I still own the cabin, but I’m selling my half to him and his family.
I have a girlfriend now, about ten years older than Carla. Life is good, and I’m happy.
