Flight into the Forest
Copyright© 2025 by Daydreamz
Chapter 4: Wilderness
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 4: Wilderness - Freshly developed 15-year-old besties are under pressure from their dipshit dads and their dipshit pals. Serious, worst-case pressure. They have to get away, unprepared, into the big bad world, right the hell now. (This is quite a long story, that I wrote in 2014 then, with a stroke, clean forgot about. It's set mainly in Virginia forest, and as ever it's a girl power story.)
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Mult Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Group Sex Exhibitionism Size Nudism Violence
As day broke they were a mile away, and they kept walking. Once they were out of likely range of Dan and Jeff looking for them they stopped and considered where they were going to go.
“I guess we still need to get to a good-size town, like Charleston,” Ellie pondered, “maybe we can find a job, like in a burger bar or something. If we don’t look too young.”
“I bet we do,” sighed Allie, “though we don’t look too young for the other thing...”
“Yeah,” Ellie managed to raise a grin, “well we could try that kind of club, you know...”
“God, can you imagine?” Allie joined in the humor to raise their spirits, “underage lezzie stage act? We’d be so hot.”
“We would, wouldn’t we? I wonder what we could charge?”
“Plenty, if it was us doing the charging...”
“Yeah,” Ellie couldn’t keep the fun mood going, “but some guy’d be taking all the money and paying us peanuts.”
“Or not paying us, even...”
“Yeah, likely. Anyway which way should we go?”
Ellie realized in all the emotion they hadn’t paid too much attention to their destination, they’d just been going away from Dan’s cabin, avoiding the track that led to it in case Dan immediately drove down it looking for them. It had been a long drive from the road, and which way? On instinct they decided to walk towards the rising sun.
They walked all day without finding the road or a track though, or seeing anyone. They heard the crack of a rifle at one point, but it sounded a long way off. Ellie cursed to herself: someone else who couldn’t just enjoy the beautiful forest and animals but had to be an asshole playing caveman.
As though there was something clever about pointing a rifle someone else had made at a defenseless animal and pulling the trigger. She thought bitterly about their future that had been snatched away by hunting. That’s how it seemed.
She was hungry, anyway, and Allie would be too. They should’ve risked the noise and taken some food from the kitchen. And now the day was fading.
They came to a stream and drank greedily.
“We could follow it?” suggested Allie, “that’s what I saw on TV. Streams always go downhill and people build places next to them, and it means you can’t go round in a circle.”
The girls set off in the gathering gloom, starting to feel the cold as their energy dwindled. Eventually it was too dark to see where they were putting their feet on the uneven ground and they had to stop. It was really cold. They huddled together by an overhanging rock but the rock was cold too.
At first light they set off again, half dismayed by the wilderness and half awed by it. At least they had water, and the stream had to lead somewhere eventually...
Nowhere came into view though, as they trudged on. The day passed in growing discomfort; they tired quickly and the hunger became painful, though in bursts.
“We can go a long time without food if we have water,” said Allie as though reading her girlfriend’s thoughts, “that’s what they say.”
“Yeah, we’ll make it,” Ellie took her hand. They were strong for each other. The cold was a problem though. She hadn’t really warmed up in spite of moving.
Night fell and again they could only huddle together, shivering, dozing, until the cold dawn broke and they could carry on walking. The hunger hurt a lot now. As the day wore on and they grew more tired and more cold it was hard not to start wondering how it was going to end.
That was twice Allie had stumbled recently, and Ellie had too. The stream didn’t seem to be leading anywhere, or it could be a hundred miles or something before it did. They saw no-one, and heard only the occasional distant shot.
Ellie was walking in a bit of a daze, so it took a few moments to register when she saw something that didn’t quite fit ... a square edge among the trees, fifty yards off to the left...
“What’s that?” Allie had seen it too.
They walked towards it. It was a cabin. Smaller and older and more run-down than Dan’s, and looking empty somehow ... no car, no smoke from the chimney, weeds growing up through the deck ... they went up to it. The track that led to it was overgrown, with no tyre tracks, or not recent ones anyway. All the area around was long grass and weeds. The girls walked round it and peered in the windows, seeing an empty table and an unmade bed.
“We have to get in,” said Ellie. There’d be a stove, for the wood that was stacked round the back. Warmth.
The door was locked, of course. They searched for a key, in every nook and cranny under the porch, but couldn’t find one. Ellie pushed at the door. It didn’t feel that solid.
“Hold the handle down,” she asked Allie, and when Allie was ready Ellie charged it. She was quite strong for a girl, right? Shoulders. Legs.
OWWW! It hurt, but it had burst open! Ellie staggered in.
It really was empty, you could smell it.
Well, Dan had said he only went to his cabin a couple of times a year - perhaps some people stopped going completely?
She rubbed her shoulder. So ... matches. The owner wouldn’t mind, would they? This was an emergency.
In a drawer there were boxes of matches, and in the cupboard under it a stack of newspapers. Small pieces of wood in a basket by the stove.
In five minutes the fire was getting going, the front door was propped shut and the girls were exploring the little cabin.
The newest newspaper was three years old. There were cans and jars of food! Some of them had best-before dates from three years ago too, but some were still good. They opened two cans of baked beans and wolfed the contents in a minute.
There was no electricity of course, but in the fading light they dragged the mattress off the bed and some blankets and put them in front of the stove. They were only faintly damp. They got in, opened more cans and feasted, while the stove got going and the blessed heat started to radiate out.
“We made it,” Ellie hugged Allie under the blankets, before they both fell asleep, exhausted.
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