A few cabins away, Gina's best friend and her family had come to open up their cabin as well. "Cabin" was a very loose term, because the Fletchers often came in the winter to ski and could very easily have lived there year-round, had they chosen to do so. Nikki Fletcher was already in a whirl of activity.
The Master Bedroom had been tidied from top to bottom and was almost glistening. The plush carpeting had been steam-cleaned a day earlier, the oak woodwork of the elaborate bed polished until it gleamed. The mattress had been turned and checked; sheets and fresh linens now adorned the beds. Nikki Fletcher, at 21 the oldest of their children, was busy dusting the bureaus, dressers and all over, making the room perfect. Most people hated spring cleaning, but the Fletcher family took great pride in the appearance of their homes, inside and out. Stan Fletcher's clients often commented to him what a perfect home he seemed to have -- which suited them all, they took great pride in that. 3 perfect kids, all straight-A students, highly motivated. His lawyer-wife, Carrie had raised them to exceed through discipline and praise. The Fletcher kids were the kind some kids hated -- they did everything right and were Teacher's Pets -- but you couldn't really hate them, because they worked hard and were studious, yet kind and helpful when needed.
Nikki could hear Carrie bustling around downstairs; she was almost finished as well. Soon, the rewards of all this work would be shared by all in the household. Everyone looked forward to the aftermath of Spring Cleaning.
19 year-old Rick was outside; she could hear the mower running. Her older brother enjoyed yard work and it was also his job to help clean out the garage and tool shed. Like their father, Rick was a man who enjoyed precision, so these things rarely took much cleaning -- he liked everything hung up, put away and organized.
Rochelle was downstairs, working on the Den and her parent's shared study / office. Rochelle was serious and down-to-business most of the time, closer to her father in temperament than any of them. The 20-year old had acumen in both the law and PR, so after long discussions with her parents, Rochelle had decided to go and get her law degree, then join her father's firm as Legal Counsel. Rochelle had thought that a very practical idea, practicality suited her. She could laugh when the time was right, but
only
her family -- Nikki in particular -- were permitted to address her as "Rocky".
Nikki bustled about and stood back, surveying her labors -- there wasn't a speck of dust to be found anywhere, she'd done her usual perfect job. Just as she was admiring her handiwork, her father entered the room.
"All done, kitten?" She was the only one he called that -- it made her all squooshy inside, it just hadn't fit Rochelle.
"All done, Daddy."
"Let me look at you. Wow -- you still take Daddy's breath away, kitten."
"Thank you, Daddy." Her favorite part of their Spring Cleaning ritual was now underway -- the celebration. As she had for the past few years and on special occasions, she was wearing her skimpy, tight-fitting French Maid's outfit, with the black stiletto heels and the expensive fishnets -- the cheap ones wouldn't do, they were just
tres
-tacky. She was already sitting on her father's lap while they sat on the bed, his big beefy hand stroking up her long, slender legs. She melted at his touch -- she always had, ever since her eighteenth birthday when he'd removed the impediment of her virginity.
"Daddy, I love when you touch me. You gonna' fuck me, aren't you, Daddy? You're going to put your big old Daddy-dick inside my pussy and fuck me hard, like the
slutty little French Maid
I am, right?" Nikki's hands had already unzipped his fly and were fondling his cock, in the back of her head; she heard the lawnmower go off.
"Of course Nikki -- why don't you bend over and suck Daddy's cock, I'm going to get out of this shirt before it wrinkles. Oh damn kitten, you sure know just what your Daddy likes." Stan had never hidden his peccadilloes from his wife or from any of his family. Once they were of legal age, they all learned the truth -- the Fletchers believed whole-heartedly in "generational" lovemaking.
"Glmmphhh." Nikki did -- his eldest daughter was an unabashed cock-slut, she worshiped dick and sucked him every chance she got. She was a naughty little thing and had several family-approved lovers, but it was still incestuous sex with her Daddy that got her the hottest. Her tongue whipped about his rod as Carrie came in the room, clad in just in a tiny pair of shorts and halter.
"Don't wear him out, kitten," Carrie admonished her daughter. "I'm going to want some too, just as soon as I finish my shower. If he cums in you, let me know and I'll eat you clean -- or Rochelle will, if she beats me to it!" Carrie winked as she went into the en-suite bathroom and ran the water. Nikki watched her mother with great admiration and hoped she'd look that good at 45 -- but likely would, the entire family all had good genes and great bone structure.
Stan looked at his daughter's beautiful face and eyes before she started going down on him again. His eldest was tiny, but strikingly beautiful, only 5'2", but she packed a wallop. Her 32B-22-31 frame was slim and adorable, she had the cutest rump and her blue-gray-green eyes could draw a man -- or woman -- in and hold you there. She was possessed of her Bulgarian-born mother's brand of beauty, fair and sensual. She looked at Stan, smiled and took him back into her eager lips and sucked ardently.
Rick walked through the door and saw his sister's blonde head bobbing up and down on their father's cock. He hoped she'd suck him later, he loved Nikki's sloppy blowjobs. "Where's Mom?" Rick asked his father.
"In the shower."
"Hmm -- think I'll go join her, I know how Mom loves being fucked in water. Later, guys!" Rick walked into the bathroom and left his father and sister at play.
