Authors Note: All characters portrayed in any sexual situations are at least 18 years of age.
Imagine a daughter coaxing her dad into hosting an outdoor/camping bachelorette party for her best friend, along with a sneaky plan to get her widower dad involved with the bride's mother. When plans go wrong our main character is left in an awkward position that is quickly taken advantage of by the girls.
When I started this story, it was intended to be a titillating exhibition and voyeur story. As with many of my stories, they take on a life of their own and grow in ways I don't always expect. This story did just that. So while it is still mostly an exhibition/voyeur story, it does include a considerable amount of group type sex and even a little bit of incest. If this portion turns you off, just skip over it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Oh yeah...before you ask, the obviously needed sequel is already being written.
It had been almost two years since I'd put either of my boats in the water. I just didn't feel like it. Too many difficult memories I guess. But when it came to my girls, they'll all tell you that they have me wrapped around their little fingers. I suppose it's true. So when my oldest, thirty-two year old Jenny, came to me and begged me to take her and some friends out, I said no. I said no for nearly two days before I finally relented. Of course, nothing is that simple. After I said yes, she revealed the full scope of her plans and just how much I was going to have to do. She didn't just want to go out on our big family pontoon boat, she wanted to camp in the middle of the lake on Sand Island overnight. And not just her and a couple friends. Oh no, her best friend Carrie, who was about to be married, the bridal party, and a few select friends. Eight in all, including my daughter.
I'd heard of all kinds of bachelorette parties, but this was a new one on me. Carrie was a sweet young lady, only a couple years younger than my daughter, that I had met numerous times over the last several years. She's my daughter's best friend, and like Jenny, VERY outdoorsy. She loves horses and she and my daughter would frequently go off on overnight trail rides and the like. Sleeping on the ground and camping were fun to both of them. It was something she enjoyed almost more than anything else. So I suppose it made a certain amount of sense to do a camping trip instead of something like a spa day.
My daughter let me know that they planned on spending a considerable amount of time around the fire swapping stories and drinking adult beverages. I told her that was fine with me. I'd just set up a second tent a bit away from them and they could have their privacy.
Sand Island was out in the middle of the lake. It was maybe a hundred yards across with the north end sloping gradually down to a two hundred yard plus long sand bar that lent itself very well to allowing boats to anchor and the kids to safely play and swim in water that ranged from a few inches deep to about six feet. On any given weekend, the sandbar became what is commonly known as a redneck yacht club, dozens of boats anchored and tied together while the families swam and drank and generally hung out. As evening comes the boats head home, leaving the island quiet. Occasionally someone, like us, would camp on the island instead of one of the state park's camping areas. There was nothing to prevent it, but there weren't any services, so if you wanted anything, like a bathroom, you had to bring it yourself.
To my girls, all older and out on their own now, sitting around a fire on the island after dark, talking and hanging out seemed to be their preferred evening activity when we went to the lake, even if we didn't camp there. As the family grew and my kids got married and started to have kids of their own, we decided to get a larger boat... ending up with a twenty-four foot pontoon boat. My wife and I would load all the camping gear in the boat and meet the kids at the lake. We'd motor to the island, set up camp, and then spend the rest of the day fishing and swimming and tubing. When evening came, we'd anchor at the island and enjoy the solitude. Of course, with three girls having a bathroom instead of just bushes became more of an issue, especially with husbands in the picture. So now our camping load included a porta-potty with a little tent thing around it for privacy.
With our large wall tent that would sleep eight and my dome tent that would sleep another four, we had enough sleeping space for everyone without trouble. It was these resources my daughter had come asking for. It had been hard for them to lose their mom, but they seemed to be more resilient than I was proving to be. But then, after being married to the same woman for thirty-five years one should expect it to be difficult to move on, and it was being that...difficult. I couldn't count the number of times in the last year that a friend or my daughters hadn't tried, unsuccessfully, to set me up on blind dates. I just wasn't ready for dating. It was hard enough when I was in high school, but now? No. I wasn't going to start chasing women.
It was typical summer weather. Hot, dry, not a cloud in sight as I hooked the truck up to the boat, which was already packed with all the camping gear. I'd loaded the two coolers of food and drinks into the back of the truck only a short time earlier, leaving me only to hook the trailer up and then wait for the girls to get here. My daughter promised they would all be here by nine, and she was rarely late, and today was no exception. At five till nine three cars came down our road and pulled into the driveway.
I had a crew cab truck, so I could easily hold four of them, so they'd still have to drive one other car, but I didn't see any need for three cars, unless they had packed like they were going to Europe instead of the lake.
"DADDY!" my daughter Jenny called as she climbed from her car and walked towards me as I walked across the yard towards her. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a huge hug. "How are you feeling today?"
"About normal," I answered her, hugging her back.
"I was hoping maybe getting ready to go to the lake would be better than normal," she said as she let the hug go. "Your new normal isn't going to make it."
"It is what it is," I said with a shrug.
"Well, here are the girls," she said, turning to motion to the gaggle of girls that were walking up to us. They all looked young, late twenties to early thirties, with one notable exception.
"Mister C!" Carrie said brightly as she walked up and gave me a not too unfriendly hug. Carrie never seemed to have anything on her face but a smile when she greeted me, and after the first two or three times, had always greeted me with a huge full body hug, just like my daughters did. Today was no exception. "I'm soooooo glad you agreed to do this for me. You don't know how much it means to me," she said as she let the lingering hug go and stepped back, but still stood with her hands on my hips facing me. "Now, I know it was a tough sell, having to ride herd on a bunch of girls for two days, but I promise we are going to take care of EVERYTHING and all you have to do is drive the boat for us and relax. Well, we might need a little help with the tents," she added with a little grin.
"You're welcome," I answered as she turned and moved to slide to my side, letting go with her left hand but sliding her right around my waist until her hip pressed to mine.
"So, this is Tabitha and Lizzy, my bridesmaids," she said, pointing to a chocolate skinned young woman that was strikingly pretty, followed by a petite little brunette that didn't even come up to my shoulders, that I guessed was in her late twenties. "And this is Shani," she said, motioning to a thirtyish blonde girl with a significant amount of curve to her body and a massive amount of cleavage showing through the cut top of her t-shirt. I wondered how she'd fair on the great outdoors with her designer micro shorts and high heels. "This is Hanna." Carrie motioned to a young lady that was probably the roundest of the group, not being nearly as thin as most of them, but not unattractively heavy. She stepped forward and reached out to shake my hand, which felt a bit awkward.
"Nice to meet you Mister C," she said quietly, almost shyly.
"Hanna." I nodded, getting a little smile in return.
"This is our fiery little Lillian," Carrie continued, motioning to a slender thirtyish redhead, who stepped towards me and instead of shaking my hand just walked up, leaned towards me, lifting herself on her toes and kissed my cheek, not that she had to lift too far in her extremely tall high heel sandals.
"Mister C," she said with a smile as she stepped back. "I figure any dad who would agree to this trip deserves more than a handshake."
I started to open my mouth to question what that meant, only to be interrupted quickly by my daughter. "And this is Abby,"
"Mister C," the very petite little black haired girl said. She had to be the youngest of the group, maybe middle twenties at the most. Like Lillian, she stepped to me and stood on her very tip toes to reach my face and give me a kiss on the cheek, nearly loosing her balance and ending up leaning her chest hard against mine, which seemed to make her blush before she turned around and walked back to the group.
"And this is my mom, Melissa," Carrie said.
"Mister C?" she said with a questioning look as she stepped from the group, wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and an equally baggy T shirt that failed miserably to hide the fact that she had a fucking huge chest.
"Dale," I answered her as she stepped to me and, like the last two girls, gave me a kiss on the cheek, leaning her chest against mine. I could feel two very hard nipples through her shirt, making me wonder if she had on anything at all under it.
"Dale. It took a little convincing by the girls to get me to come along. I know you only planned on eight, so if I'm one too many, just say so," she said quickly.
"It'll be fine Mom. I promise," Carrie said quickly. "Mom was a little reluctant to join our little party, but she eventually gave in."
