Camping at the Lake and a Game of Truth or Dare
The Campbell family arrived at the cabin just before noon on Saturday. It was mid April and the weather was warm and sunny and so just right for swimming in the clear waters of Bluegill Lake which was about 25 yards from the front of the cabin. The temperature would drop later due to the altitude and time of the year. The cabin itself was not a luxury dwelling by any means. It was sturdily built with a tin roof and small front porch but the inside was just a bit above spartan in terms of amenities. There was a central area with a fireplace and a cast iron potbelly stove in one corner, an area for preparing food on one wall with a sink, propane stove and a small refrigerator sitting on the counter.
On either side were bedrooms with both bunk-beds and a Murphy bed that could be lowered from the wall for couples to cuddle in on those cold winter nights. All linens, blankets and pillows had to be brought from home. An old couch and two even older easy chairs sat in front of the fireplace. Down a short hall on the left was a storage room and a bathroom containing a sink, toilet and walk-in shower. Just past the bathroom a back door led out to a concrete patio that had a stone firepit in the center. The place was mainly used as a hunting cabin for those in William Campbell's company that liked to hunt the plentiful deer in the area but the Campbell family were not interested in hunting but instead came up here a few times a year just to relax for a weekend.
After unpacking, making the beds and having a lunch of sandwiches, chips and drinks, William and his son Lucas set off on a hike hoping to spot some game to photograph while mom, Trish, and her daughter, Haley, went swimming but quickly decided the April water was too cold and, instead, built a fire in the back patio fire pit and now sat in folding chairs with their beach towels wrapped around them for added warmth.
Trish was a curvy 39 year old with thick, auburn hair that usually hung down to her mid chest but was currently tied back in a ponytail. She was a bit heavier than in her younger days but still turned heads with her beauty and D cup breasts. She was always a hit at parties and gatherings because she had no problems showing off more than a bit of cleavage in the tight dresses she wore that accented her form. Well, a hit among the men anyway but some of the women too.
Haley was a beautiful girl in her own right, obviously resembling her lovely mom, having inherited her auburn hair which was just a bit lighter and a little shorter than Trish's. Haley was built more like a feminine version of her dad having gotten his long legs and lean muscles in the genetic mix. But, make no mistake, there was nothing masculine about Haley. She had a sleek figure, well proportioned, with C cup tits that served to accent her lines rather than distract from them.
No one could say what family traits Lucas and Haley had inherited since both William and Trish had both grown up in foster care all their lives. After they aged out of the system they stayed together, eventually marrying. Haley and Lucas, twins, fraternal obviously, came along soon afterwards and would be the only children they would have. Both of the twins had turned 18 in January and would soon graduate high school. Plans for both of them post graduation were still not fully settled but neither Trish nor William were goading them to make decisions about the rest of their lives preferring, instead, to let them think about things as long as they needed.
Both Trish and Haley sat close to the fire, propping their feet up on a couple of boxes to warm them. Trish sipped on a Jack and Coke from a plastic cup while Haley enjoyed a 7-up. Neither had been very talkative for awhile, preferring to enjoy the quiet and beauty that the woods around the cabin provided. Trish put her drink down beside her chair and reached into a tote bag close by. She took out a pack of cigarettes, removed one and lit it drawing the smoke in deeply then exhaling slowly as if reconnecting with an old friend.
"Mom!" Haley exclaimed. "I thought you quit."
Trish took another puff before answering. "I guess not totally, huh." She said with a smile.
Haley watched as her mom enjoyed her cigarette. Haley fidgeted in her chair as she kept her eyes on her mom.
"You're dying for one aren't you?" Said Trish.
"What? No!"
"I know you are. Your bedroom has that weird cherry smell as does your clothes when you've been out with the girls. I know what vape smells like."
Haley blushed in embarrassment and pulled her towel around her a bit more.
"Go ahead and have one if you want. But I'll tell you it's a lot different from vaping."
"Ok," said Haley as she got up and walked over to her mom and took a cigarette form the pack and held it steady in her lips while Trish lit it for her. She took a puff and exhaled the grey smoke without coughing even a little bit then returned to her chair.
"So it seems you do more than vape," said Trish with a sly smile.
"Well, I don't do it that much, only when..."
"You don't have to explain things. If you want to smoke that's your decision. If fact anything you want to do is now your decision. You and Lucas have reached that age where it's time to start making your own choices. Just try to make good ones."
"What is going on here?" asked William humorously. "Lucas and I go off for a nature walk and come back to find you've corrupted our daughter."
"It turns out she didn't need much corrupting. She's way too comfy with smoking and vaping."
"Really? Ah well," said William as he pulled up a folding chair and sat close to the cooler full of drinks they had brought along. Haley hesitated for a moment then continued her smoke.
Also 39, William was vice-president of a large project construction firm. He started in construction right after leaving foster care, earned his degree in business online as he worked and rose in the ranks of the company improving he and his family's life both socially and financially along the way. He was of average height with brown hair that showed some early gray and handsome in a rugged way with skin that showed the years of working outside. His body was lean from those times of hard, physical work and had stayed that way after getting into the business end of things. People thought he had to work out and exercise daily given his looks but the truth was he never so much as played a round of tennis or even pickleball.
Lucas was also lean but more muscular than his dad with sandy blonde hair that he was never able to fully control. He did not care for organized athletics but did go to a gym on a regular basis to lift weights and do cardio, his only reason being to stay healthy. Now he looked at his beautiful mother and sister both smoking cigarettes by the fire and had to admit it was kind of hot in an unhealthy way.
William reached in the cooler and pulled out a beer, popping the top and taking a swig. "Well, since we're corrupting our children, you want a beer son? I might have a couple of cigars in the car if you want one."
"Yes to the beer, no to the cigar," said Lucas.
William tossed him one and he opened it and took a drink. It obviously was not his first beer.
"Hey! What about me?" exclaimed Haley.
"You're already smoking. One vice at a time," said Trish.
"No fair!" said Haley.
"You want a beer?" said William.
"Ewww no!"
"What do we have in there besides Jack Daniels?" asked Trish.
"Tequila and margarita mix, assorted soft drinks."
"How about a weak Margarita for our corrupted daughter."
"You don't have to make it weak," said Haley. "I've drank before."
"Ohhhhhh!" exclaimed Trish, William and Lucas together.
"You were right Will. Our children have been pre-corrupted. We're just bringing it out with our poor parenting," said Trish.
"Come and make it yourself. Make it as strong as you want,"said William.
Haley grabbed a red plastic cup from a handy stack and scooped some ice from the cooler in it. She opened the bottle of tequila and poured a small amount in the cup then topped it off with the margarita mix and stirred it with her finger to mix it. She tasted it then added a bit more tequila and tasted again, finding it to her liking. She walked back over to where Trish sat and got another cigarette from the pack, lighting it herself this time, then returned to her chair. Lucas stared at his twin sister. He had never seen her smoking before and it seemed to stir something in him. In his world only bad girls smoked. William seemed unaffected by Haley's unexpected behavior.
"I only have one more pack so don't smoke them all," said Trish.
"Ok."
The family sat on the patio enjoying the drinks and the tranquility of the woods around them as the day slowly wound down. Lucas and his dad drank a couple more beers each while Trish made and drank one more Jack and Coke. Haley seemed to have found a good ratio of tequila to mix and had two more margaritas. Everyone noticed she had become more talkative and giggly as the evening came on. Her and her mom smoked two more cigarettes each before Trish put them back in the tote bag. William noticed Lucas watching them with a mixture of fascination and intensity. Then, unexpectedly, it began to rain. Slowly at first as usually happens then more drops fell, ending the family gathering on the patio. Trish and Haley grabbed their towels and tote bag and rushed inside leaving William and Lucas to gather up the cooler. Just as they all made it in inside the skies opened up and heavy rain pounded the cabin creating a roar as it hit the tin roof. It was just as well since it was dinner time anyway.
Haley called dibs on the shower as Trish fired up the propane stove and started preparing a delicious, rustic meal of pork chops, fried potatoes with onions and seasoned black beans. William started a fire in the fireplace leaving the pot belly stove cold for now. The night and rain had cooled off the cabin quite a bit but soon it was warm inside. They all could hear Haley's blow dryer coming from the bathroom and knew she would be done in around 15 minutes which fit in nicely with dinner being done and ready to serve. She came out looking all refreshed and beautiful wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. They all ate around the fire then Trish took a shower, dried her hair also and rejoined the family by the fire dressed in sweatpants and a baggy sweat shirt. Lucas thought his mom might mot be wearing a bra but sometimes it was hard to tell with tits her size. Somehow both of the women were still quite lovely even with the unfashionable but comfy clothes. William and Lucas wore their usual gym shorts and t-shirts.
"Another margarita Haley?" asked Trish.
"Sure."
