This story was posted on Literotica awhile back, I unpublished it here in favor of trying to make it a better story. I want to give thanks to Le Gourmand for editing and helping me with this story.
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Ever since I can remember our family always has gone on some kind of vacation with my Aunt Pam's family. Pam is my mother's (Karen) sister.
This year my Dad (Larry), and Uncle (Jack), took their time deciding on what we were going to do for this year's vacation. They were talking about what to do for months; we normally go camping and hiking in remote areas, as we are all seasoned campers and the outdoors is just no stranger to any of us.
My name is Bill and I just turned 18. I am in my senior year in high school, and most likely this year's outing could be my last vacation with the family. My cousin Jake just turned 18 and is also a senior, and with that being said, this year's plan was for all of us to go on vacation right after we graduate.
Dad and Uncle Jack finally came up with a five day long canoe vacation trip, not just any leisurely canoe trip, but a race to up the ante and make things much more fun than the usual humdrum camping vacation. Dad and Uncle on one team, Jake and I on team two, and my Mom and Aunt Pam in the last canoe. Dad and Uncle Jack got on the computer and found an ideal location; it is going to be in an area where not very many people live or visit, an isolated little region where we wouldn't be bothered much.
We're going to be canoeing on a stretch of river where very few people live, and will have to camp on the bank of the river at days end.
Supplies will be distributed equally between the teams because we will most likely not be together at the camp sites, having to separate from the very start of the race.
My Dad said as much, that to always be careful since we wouldn't be together and that help was a long way's away and that being self-sufficient was the best thing we could do out there. Gathered around a computer screen with an outline of our route, the excitement of the race was a palpable charge in the air as we surveyed our start and finish lines on the big screen.
Mom grinned at my Aunt, a knowing glimmer in her eyes, "I think this will be a lot of fun and we can handle being out and away from you manly men for a while."
"Sure, it could be a lot of fun and us girls are going to win!" Aunt Pam said, so giddy with excitement it looked like she was going to explode.
Dad told everyone we need to make sure we have enough equipment for the trip and that meant manually going through each piece in our kit and double-checking it was good. The week that followed we came up with a check list and went though all of our gear and found out what was needed and decided to rent the canoes from the town where the start point was going to be for the race. Better to spend a few bucks for the canoes there than buying new ones and hauling the heavy things to the camping grounds.
On the map, our destination was about three days journey from the starting point and it looked like no one lived between the two towns. Jack was sure that the race would only take us about two days but gave everyone an extra day to make sure we would have time to enjoy ourselves. He knew that my Mom and my Aunt most likely would take their time for pictures and enjoyment of the sights along the river.
My Mom and Aunt also got on the computer to research the area. They even sent out a few emails to wilderness sites in the area requesting information. Which really ended up being a few locals, but Mom and my Aunt exchanged e mails with a few of them.
I guess it would be a good idea to tell a little bit about everyone before I continue my story. My Dad and Uncle Jack are both in great shape, they don't have six pack bellies but neither do they have a gut so typical of middle-aged men and always work hard to stay in top physical shape. They both stand over six feet tall and they are very competitive in everything they do. Both men work very hard, so when it comes time to play, they like to play hard. It was pretty much a forgone conclusion that they would finish the race ahead of the other two canoes. Only thing this year Jake and I were planning to show them that the young men in the family were taking over the winning spot this year.
Jake and I played sports in school, but we were not the star players. We are kind of on the small side, about 5 feet 7 inches tall each. Most people say we look like brothers. Same as our fathers we are both very competitive and don't let our size slow us down.
In my opinion (and that's about as honest and brutal as I can get), Mom and Aunt Pam are MILFs. They both stand about 5' 5", and have impressive figures, with long muscular, smooth legs, and outstanding sets of racks. Both work out regularly which give them a small waist and a very flat stomach with the mild definition of athletic forms, especially when their bodies gleam with sweat during their more candid moments from the gym.
To top off their sex appeal they have long wavy black hair which fall down their backs and around their shoulders. I think Mom's is a little bit longer. Mom is 41 years old and is an educated businesswoman with a master's degree. She's a manager for a fairly large company and has seven people working for her. She generally tries to downplay her physical assets, but enjoys showing off her body when in a swim suit. She's used to men noticing her; they hit on her all the time but she always cuts them down or brushes them off. She is also big in the church and even sings in the choir.
My Aunt is 38 and she also works but I am not sure what she really does. Like I said she is every bit as attractive as her sister, Karen. I have fantasies about being with my Aunt from time to time, such as they are. You really can't resist imagining the things you'd do when looking at that fine ass coupled to those runner's legs.
The day to depart on vacation came and we took Dad's car and Uncle Jack's old truck. We loaded all the equipment and supplies into the truck, leaving plenty of room in the car. I rode with Uncle Jack and the rest of the party rode with Dad. It took all day just to get to the town we rented the canoes from, so we ended up spending the first night in a motel. I swear, sitting in that beat up old truck for one whole day is not fun. It felt like my ass was going to fall off when we reached the halfway point. By the time we go to the town? I felt practically like a paraplegic.
That evening Dad and Uncle Jack went to the rental place to make sure we still had three rented canoes. The guy at the shop said everything seemed to be a go. He told them to stop by in the morning to pick up the canoes and touch base with the guy who was going to pick us up at the other end of the journey.
"Is it ok if we park the truck and car here, while we were on the river?" Dad asked the guy behind the register who sported a beer belly that looked like it came straight out of the middle of a trailer park.
"No problem." Beer gut man replied. And that was that.
The next day we all got to the rental place around 8:00 am. We all had on shorts and t-shirts, except Mom and Aunt Pam; they both had on tight tank tops that clung to their huge racks, showing those heavenly breast-curves that made my pants feel just a little bit tighter than they were.
The tank tops had a very low neckline which showed a lot of their cleavage. It was obvious that my Aunt wasn't wearing a bra. My eyes went right to their tits so fast I had to force myself to look away before I got caught looking. They also were wearing the bottoms of their swim suits which didn't cover very much, and boy, I sure wasn't complaining. It was quite obvious that they were sisters, with the same build, and nearly identical features. They could have been twins for all the difference it made.
I overheard Dad talking to Mom, "Don't you two think you're showing a little too much in those outfits?" and I couldn't help but hear a bit of exasperated humor in his voice.
