I want to apologize to all my readers who read through the first edition of this story in which I didn't proofread the initial fifth of this story. I spent a couple years away from the initial draft and when I returned to it, I copied and pasted the text from the Literotica server to a different software to finish the writing. Then when I brought the story back to Literotica, the format was not compatible and I didn't end up copying to the very beginning, just to the point where I thought I had left off, forgetting to check over the initial draft for edits.
That's what you get for not proofreading your copy entirely. That's on me. I won't make that mistake again.
I present to you the full, edited version of part 1. I hope you enjoy it. Part 2 should be no longer than a month away.
In this new version -- so that readers of the rough part 1 don't need to read all four pages again -- you will find:
1. Elle's best friend name completely changed to Valerie.
2. Campfire scene with all four siblings added.
3. Sex scene between parents during their hike added.
4. All rough draft author notes (lol can't believe those weren't deleted) removed.
These will all be found within the first two pages.
Alright, without further ado, I present to you the story of Casey Summer Vacation Part 1 as it was intended.
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"All set?" John hollered to his family. It was more of a statement than a question.
Though with a family of six including four boys and girls ranging in ages from 17 to 20, you had to throw that out there to make sure nobody had to make a last minute dash into the house to grab a pillow, toothbrush or take a leak.
John Casey, 42, ranked as the patriarch of this six-member household. A former collegiate baseball player, he still looked the part at 6-foot-3, 230 pounds. He and his wife Lauren, 39, met at UC Santa Barbara back in the early 90's while he starred as a third baseman and occasional pitcher for the Gauchos. The two found each other at a party after one of John's big wins, fell hard and fast for one another and never looked back. Having four kids in the span of 35 months will do that. That and a honeymoon in the Seychelles.
Lauren as it so happens comes from a wealthy family out of Southern California and they were more than happy to shell out for the dream island getaway the two always desired.
Finished loading the Chevy Suburban as well as the 16-foot Tracer they were hauling behind it, John slammed the trunk doors closed and looked around for his kids' reply. The Casey family of six was headed for their annual week-long camping trip to Yosemite National Park and Lake Tahoe.
"Yup," twins Allison -- always Allie in the family -- and Taylor called out almost in unison. They were piling into the back row of the suburban as they answered their dad.
John walked over to the driver's side door and looked at his wife after seeing his son Aiden buckle his seatbelt in the mid row captain's chair offering a non-verbal confirmation. Only his wife was not there to respond. She was walking back up the driveway and through the front entry of the house. John noticed his oldest child Elle, 20, was also tardy. Agitated though he was at yet another departure behind schedule, John couldn't help but appreciate the figure his wife cut as she made her determined walk into the house to seemingly help Elle get a move on. Lauren's ass still wouldn't quit even at 39. She was a shade under 5-foot-6 with a toned muscular physique she kept tight. Somewhat important in her profession as physical therapist.
The entire Casey family had a golden skin tone thanks to the California weather.
Lauren had flawless skin just like her daughters; toned, slender legs; a tender little booty that was currently creeping out of her short-cut jean shorts and a beautiful pair of 34-D tits that still maintained the perkiness of her youth thanks to all the exercise she continued to do in her 30s.
John had one foot on the running board, one foot on the street wanting to get going but also fighting the urge to go in and yell for his girls to get their asses in gear. It was a struggle for the impatient leader of the family, yet he was no stranger to the fight. He held firm for a third minute, waiting even as his other three children in the 'burb grew restless.
"The fuck is taking her so long?" Aiden complained aloud so his dad could hear.
Aiden, 19, had inherited his father's impatience as well as nearly every other trait. He stood 6-foot-2 and weighed 190 pounds, slightly shorter than his dad and not quite grown into his body. He also got the arm and the speed making him a true five-tool baseball talent that drew offers from schools up and down both coasts. In the end, Aiden decided to stay close to his family -- a family that really put him in the position he is now as a standout baseball star, paid for his select teams, travel tournaments, camps and everything else, as well as of course the psychological support -- choosing to take a full-ride scholarship offer with Cal State Fullerton where he played centerfield and bat second on a nightly basis. Aiden had his light brown hair cropped short, not quite buzzed but just about. He was wearing a loose tank top and a pair of Nike training shorts over his board-short style swim trunks. He had one lithe muscular arm hanging out the window and another thrown up in a "what the fuck," gesture.
"I don't know, Aiden. And watch that language," John answered without moving a muscle.
"She's always late, dad. You need to talk to that girl of yours."
John didn't reply this time, thinking instead that his lone son was on the money as usual and it'd be less exhausting to just let the conversation come to a close there.
Two minutes later, Elle came running out, her long brown hair flying all around her, carrying a backpack and calling out, "Sorry! I'm sorry, okay?"
His wife trailed behind her, both took their seats, the doors slammed shut and John peeled out of the neighborhood with nary a hesitation.
"Well, we're only 10 minutes behind schedule, that's better than usual," offered Taylor, the youngest of the family (by a factor of three minutes) yet perhaps the most responsible. She and Allie were two days from their 18th birthday, just finished high school and always looked forward to their summer trip to the lake. It was cut short by a week this year as Aiden had to get home for a baseball tournament.
"True, though, if miss Cinderella over here," Aiden pointed at his sister with his thumb, "Could ever get her shit together on time, maybe we'd never be late?"
Elle, hurt, let out an offended groan and smacked Aiden with her left hand in his arm.
"I said I was sorry," said Elle.
"You always do and yet you never find a way to be on time the next time," Aiden returned, now facing her.
"Whatever. Leave her alone, Aid." Allie said from behind them.
"Alright, let's leave it alone guys. We've got a three-hour drive, maybe four with traffic until we reach the campground so I'd like to have a quiet and civil car ride," their dad said to the entire car.
Aiden shook his head and looked down at his magazine. Everyone else put their headphones on. The next hour or so of the car ride passed without incident.
Then, about 1 p.m. the Casey convoy encountered a bottleneck going through the pass thanks to an accident up ahead. It was a good hour-long delay and only served to frustrate everyone. Slowed to a stop, Elle asked if she could ride in the camper as she needed to use the can and wanted to lay down. Mom and Dad had no qualms with that so Aiden joined her also needing to use the restroom.
A few seconds after the two entered the camper, the 'burb was moving again, meaning Aiden and Elle were stuck together until the next stop.
Once they were both finished using the toilet, Elle looked at her brother and asked, "Are we good?"
"Yeah."
