Behind the cabin
(c) 2020, 2024, by P.D. Vile
Story tags: mf, incest, consenting, slow
Author's note: I wrote this story in 2020, for a story writing contest on another website. The writing prompt for the contest was: "
incest
". The version you see here has been adapted to fit within Literotica's rules, but is otherwise unchanged.
The cabin
It was already getting dark as we finally reached the end of what could only with a lot of generosity still be called a dirt trail. But even that stopped here. A circle, barely large enough to turn the car, marked the unmistakable end.
I stopped the car and shut down the engine.
"Kids? I think we'll have to walk the rest. It should only be a few hundred yards, but it will be uphill. See if you all can take some luggage, it would be nice if we can do this in one go."
Aaron quickly unbuckled and got out. I saw in my mirror how Rose stretched herself, then got out as well.
I got out myself and made to the trunk.
"Rose, don't take only your own stuff. Here, take this too."
I handed my youngest the bag with pillows and towels that I knew to be the lightest, as she strapped her small backpack.
I reached for the heaviest backpack myself, but Aaron beat me to it.
"I can take that one, dad. You drove all day. Take this one instead."
I was tired indeed, so I gladly allowed Aaron to take the heaviest load.
Soon we were making our way across the sandy trail, towards the top of the hill. Aaron led the way. I smiled as I realized how he had matured. At 19, his body had developed very well. No longer a boy, almost a man. I realized, as I saw how easy he carried his load, that he was stronger than I thought.
Rose followed close behind him. I'm pretty sure she regretted her decision to wear her favorite yellow shorts, as the local vegetation worked hard to leave the maximum amount of scratches and stains on her shapely tanned legs. But she didn't say anything. I had warned her to put on something more protective this morning when we left. But as an 18 year old girl, she was probably physically incapable of any action that even resembled admitting her father right.
During the steep uphill climb, I contemplated how we had gotten here, and how much I was looking forward to my first real vacation with the kids. My first alone time with my children. All the past years, when we were on vacation, I spent more time on my phone and my laptop than with my family. There was always some reason for my boss to call me, some reason for me to check my mail, and then always a fire to put out. I'd spend half the vacation working, the other half sleeping on a deck chair, too tired to enjoy the time. Amber, my wife, was always the one in charge, making sure the kids stayed safe, had fun, and were not in my hair as I was averting another crisis for my boss.
But this year things were different. Amber had earned herself a long overdue promotion. With that new position came new responsibilities. And those had consequences. I thought back of the conversation we had, several months ago.
"Kyle," she had said, "I don't think I can take time off during the vacation this year. So I thought about what to do with the kids. Do you think they'd enjoy some time with your parents?"
"Well... I don't know, Amber. They're really getting too old for that."
"I don't want them around the house all vacation. They need to get some time off. They need some real vacation. And we can't give them that, not this year. I can't take time now. And you're always on the laptop, you can't give them the vacation they need either."
That was the point where I realized the solution.
"You know what, Amber. Fuck that laptop. Fuck my work. Let someone else be on standby this year. I've been on call for years. I'm taking a week off. And totally off this time. I understand that
you
can't take time this year. So this time,
I
will take time off. I'll take the kids on a vacation, and I'll be there for them. All day, every day."
The kids had loved the idea. It was Rose who insisted that we would go to a place so far off that no phone and no wifi signal would get through.
"You'd be able to spend a week away from Facebook?"
"If that means your work can't reach you, daddy, it'll be worth it."
After a lot of internet searches, we finally found the perfect place. A simple log cabin, far out in the woods, next to a lake. All to ourselves for the week. A whole week, with no work. A lake to swim in, hilly woods for long hikes, a deck of cards for the evenings. What more could we ask for?
Despite my wife's protests, I had told the kids to pack their stuff. She was much too protective. Rose and Aaron were old enough to pack their own stuff. I smiled inwardly at their proud faces when they offered their luggage for inspection, and I told them I trusted them to walk through the list one more time and make sure they had everything.
We reached the top of the hill, and finally saw our home for the next days in reality. It was even more idyllic than the pictures. A simple, small wooden cabin. A large deck in front, leading all the way up to the shore of a lake that lay there, completely untouched, dark blue underneath the slowly darkening sky.
I fished the key out of my pocket and unlocked the door. As the kids entered behind me, I looked around to find the light switch. The house had a solar panel on the roof, one of the very few bows to the modern era it made. It was connected to a battery that provided enough electricity to fuel the refrigerator and a few small lamps. I wanted to switch them on before the last sunlight disappeared.
The inside of the cabin had the simplest possible design. To the left of the door was a simple wooden table with four wooden chairs. Behind that was what the owner called the kitchen: a simple stove, connected to a large propane gas tank, and a stone counter top sitting on top of the small refrigerator. To the right were the beds: one bunk bed and one slightly wider regular bed. The website advertised it as a two person bed, but failed to mention that you really had to like each other very much to share that bed.
I expected a fight over the bunk bed. Aaron and Rose both always wanted the top of a bunk bed. But to my surprise, after a two second stare-off Aaron just made an exaggerated polite gesture, saying "ladies first", as he dropped his backpack on the bottom bed.
"Thanks, bro. First dishes duty is on me, then."
"Well done, you two," I complimented, "good to see how you solve issues yourself."
They beamed with the compliment, and I hoped this down payment in rewarding good behavior would pay off the rest of the week.
"Uhm, daddy," Rose asked, "why is there no toilet here?"
"Good question," Aaron chimed in, "I really need to go."
I pointed to the small outhouse next to the cabin.
"According to the website, there's a latrine in there. Take a flashlight with you when you go, it's getting dark already."
Aaron grabbed the flashlight and stormed out. I smiled. Typical Aaron, can hold it for hours until he thinks about it, and then he needs to go immediately.
"Yeah, but what about showering, daddy?" Rose then asked, "Sure we can't stay here for a week and never wash ourselves!"
"There should be a small shower cabin behind the cabin. But only a small boiler, operated by solar panels, so keep your showers short!"
I saw her make a face. The thought of missing her extended showers clearly did not amuse her.
"Hey, you guys all wanted back to nature, remember!"
The rest of the evening was uneventful. The kids helped unpack stuff, as I cooked a simple meal. We ate. We then played a few games of cards, but we were all tired after a long day. Soon we all started to yawn.
"Time to go to bed," I announced, "let me get my pajamas."
We all dug our nightwear out of our bags. Then I saw Rose look around, confused.
"Daddy, where can I change?"
I looked around. There was no privacy in here. Even the windows had no curtains at all. We'd have to create our own.
"We'll have to get privacy by giving it to each other. There are a few comfortable chairs on the patio. We'll turn them away from the cabin, facing the lake. Two of us sit on those chairs and promise not to look behind, then the third can get dressed inside the cabin. Just take turns until we're all done."
Not long after I dropped on my bed and closed my eyes. I heard Aaron and Rose exchange some whispered words, but I didn't focus. Soon I was fast asleep.
Little swimmers
The next day started uneventful. Breakfast was late because I had to wait until everyone had finished changing out of their night clothes before I could finally start cooking. But eventually we all had our eggs, I had my coffee, the kids had tea, and we were sitting on the patio, in the sun, enjoying the food, the weather, and the great view over the lake in front of us, the mountains opposite the lake, and the thick and hilly forest behind the cabin.
"So, what do you two want to do today?" I opened.
"Swimming!" was the immediate and unanimous response, so that was settled quickly.
"Okay, fine with me," I smiled, "but we wash the dishes first, or we'll attract unwanted guests."
"Daddy? Can you come in for a second?"
Aaron and I were in the chairs, chatting about nothing specific. Rose was in the cabin to change into her bathing suit. And then she asked me to come in. She sounded distressed and I almost jumped out of the chair and ran into the cabin. Just in time I remember to respect her privacy.
"Coming! Can I turn around and come in already? Are you decent or should I wait?"
"You can come now. But please close the door behind you."
I slipped in and then realized the reason for her distress. She was wearing her bathing suit. The same one she had used all through last summer. She was already growing out of it back then. By now, it simply was way too small. The fabric wrapped around her chest and back in what looked to be an extremely painful embrace. Her back was bent, it had to be. If she'd stand straight, she would either tear the fabric, or get inch-deep cuts in her shoulder.
I firmly locked my eyes at her face, knowing she'd probably have very visible nipples. It was embarrassing enough for her already without me seeing more of her than a father should.
"My suit's too small, daddy," she almost wailed, "I can't swim like this!"
"I see, sweetie. But why don't you use the new one? You did buy one with mommy just two weeks ago!"
"I know. But I messed up while packing. I just tossed the first swimsuit I found in my bag and didn't think to get the new one."
