We always joked about who would be the first to break the incestuous mold. We were scientists, and so the field research and experiment was even more a social experiment as we all watched each other; how we interact, who is most unique in their specific interactions, who spends time with who and when.

There was a tight squad of researchers. Six of us, split evenly among the sexes for equal attribution and to ensure that there would be no lawsuits after the research was complete for unfair preference of one sex or another. All with talents, wits, and innovative capabilities beyond most of our peers. It made the environment perfect.

The public sexual tension was what made it last out so long. All of the jokes about who was checking out whose ass, and whose hands lingered an extra moment when passing off notes to each other were made out of genuine appreciation for how much we all wanted each other. After a month and a half of the dry spell, we even put up a wager-contest on which pair would break first. Whose libido would prove unconquerable? Whose groping hands would find their way under the pants first?

There wasn't too much to do outside of research, and being alone in a small campsite for two months doesn't do much for your fashion sense. At first it was little things--re-wearing socks or shirts with stains on them--and then it became more noticeable. Going commando, with all of our individual smells of sweat and lust permeating the air, started making the cabin rank with desire. We didn't realize it, but we were brooding a hotbox of pheromones and organic attraction. The guys' dicks started staying a bit harder than their usual resting state, the girls couldn't make their nipples stop poking out.

We were four months out now, and still the wager was going strong. I think we're on the verge of a nudist colony collapse. We've made incredible progress in our studies, but at what cost? The most popular way to eat a popsicle now is by deepthroating it. If anybody eats an orange they have to finger it for two minutes, and then practice their cunnilingus on it afterwards. I walked into a bunk the other day and saw one of the guys humping their pillow harder than I'd ever seen it done before.

When does the tension release?

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