*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. I hope you enjoy the story; if not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.
CAMPING WITH MY STEPFATHER
"Come on in, Bert," Alice called as she was washing up the breakfast dishes when she heard the knocking on the screen door.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes," Bert said when he entered and saw Alice at the sink wearing her old-man T-shirt that just came down over her ass.
"Jim'll be down in a minute," Alice said, not even looking away from what she was doing.
"He can take his sweet time," Bert said, approaching her from behind and reaching around her to fill his hands with her big breasts, easily finding her large nipples and pinching and pulling on them.
"Now, Bert, I'm doing the dishes and you're going camping," Alice said as he ground his hips into her from behind as he mauled her breasts. "You guys are doing your guy thing, remember?" she said as one of his hands slid down her body to cup her naked pussy, one finger slipping between her pussy lips and into the wet warmth inside.
"I am doing the guy thing," Bert said, rubbing her big clit and feeling her shudder.
"Okay, I'm all set," Jim said, entering the kitchen, smiling when he saw what was going on at the sink.
"Maybe we should take Alice with us," Bert suggested, releasing her as he turned to see his best friend, smiling as he sucked on his finger. "Might make it a whole damned sight more interesting."
"We can do that any time," Jim said.
"Dad, can't I come with you guys?" his 20-year-old stepson Kirk asked as he entered the kitchen. "If you leave me here alone with Mom..."
"Someone's got to take care of her," Jim said with a laugh.
"Why don't you take him with you?" Alice asked. "Isn't it about time? I'm sure that I can manage on my own for a whole weekend. You did say that it was guys only."
"I'm not so sure that Kirk's ready for a guys-only camping weekend," Jim said.
"Sure I am," Kirk said. "I know how to set up a tent and build a fire as good as anyone."
"Maybe it is time at that," Bret said, laughing.
"If we let you come, you get all of the dirty work," Jim said. "Agreed?"
"I'll do whatever you tell me to do," Kirk promised, grinning.
"Okay, get your stuff," Jim said, exchanging looks with Bret.
Kirk's father had left when he was just a young boy and he didn't really remember him. When he was 15, his mother met Jim and she seemed to come alive again. Jim had treated Kirk like a kid brother and when he had asked Karen to marry him, she had jumped at the chance.
Karen had always been a fairly quiet, staid woman, working hard to support them. When she met Jim, she had seemed to metamorphosize, becoming more outgoing, certainly laughing a lot more, and dressing differently. The one thing that Jim brought to the relationship was the thing that Karen needed the most in her life, lust, unbridled lust. Jim couldn't keep his hands off of her, especially not her large breasts. He had convinced her to throw away all of her bras and to dress more revealingly around the house, something which she found difficult at first, being embarrassed, then gradually accepting it, even embracing it when she realized that it took nothing to set Jim off, to turn him on.
It was a beautiful spring day as they drove east from Knoxville, Tennessee, towards Great Smoky Mountains National Park where they would camp for the weekend. As they pulled into the parking spot for their campsite at the Big Creek campground, Jim turned to look at Kirk in the back seat of the car.
"One thing that is a rule written in stone," he said. "What happens here, stays here. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, sure," Kirk agreed, grinning.
"Okay, let's get set up," Jim said as they exited the car.
Kirk was tall and lanky with freckled skin and red hair with pale blue eyes, much like his biological father according to his mother. Since graduating high school a couple of years ago, he had worked at a car wash as a detailer. He was popular with his colleagues due to his easy-going nature, never taking offense, always seeing the glass full.
Jim and Bert had been best friends since elementary school. Twin brothers couldn't have been closer and they shared everything, quite literally. For years they had had camping weekends several times a year, the choices available to them within two hours driving from Knoxville too numerous to count. While Jim was tall and thin, Bert was more compact and heavier set with black hair and eyes.
Big Creek campground only had 12 campsites, one of the reasons that Jim chose it, and they had succeeded in getting the one furthest away and closest to Big Creek itself, which ran swiftly by, spume creating constant rainbows in the air as it crashed upon the huge boulders which were strewn along the creek at this point.
They set up the tent with its back to the other campsites, affording them even more privacy in front of their tent all the way to the creek. It was if they were the only ones there. By the time everything was set up and wood laid for a fire, the sun was setting behind the hills to the west, streaks of orange and yellow across the sky, deepening to red and magenta as the first stars became visible. They had stopped for Subway hoagies on the way, so after lighting the fire, they sat down to eat, 16oz Budweisers at hand.
"This is the life," Jim said, pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels when they had finished, taking a big swig from it before passing it to Bert, who did the same, then, after momentarily hesitating, offered it to Kirk.
"It doesn't suck," Bert said, laughing.
"I'm going to go take a leak," Kirk said, getting to his feet and making his way down towards the creek.
Kirk relieved himself into the creek, then stood listening to the sounds of the water rushing by, hearing it hiss by the many large boulders. After several minutes, he turned and made his way back up to their campsite, finding his father and Bret sitting naked by the fire.
"There you are," Jim said, reaching into the pocket of his jeans on the ground next to him and pulling out his Double Eagle, a $20 gold coin, the one designed by Augustus Saint-Gaudens in 1907 with Lady Liberty standing on one side and a soaring eagle on the other. It was a family heirloom that Jim always had in his pocket, a good-luck talisman.
"Heads," Bert said − Bert always said heads − when Jim flipped it up into the air, catching it in the palm of his hand when it came back down, covering it with his other hand.
"Tails," Jim said with a grin when he lifted his covering hand and they could see the soaring eagle shining in the star light.
"What are you flipping for?" Kirk asked.
"Well, now we're giving you the opportunity to join us, me and Bert, in our guys-only camping fun," Jim said. "How does that sound to you?"
"That sounds great!" Kirk replied, elated. "What should I do?" he asked.
"Well, I won the coin toss, so I get to go first," Jim replied.
"At what?" Kirk asked.
"Getting my cock sucked," Jim replied.
"Really? Who-who's going to do that?" Kirk asked, looking around and not seeing any girls.
"You are," Jim replied, smiling at his stunned face.
"M-me?" Kirk stammered.
"You want to join us in our guys-only camping weekends, don't you?" Jim asked.
"You mean every time?" Kirk asked, his eyes widening.
"Every time," Jim replied, nodding.
