Maggie's Road Trip

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I cleaned myself the best I could in the shop's dingy bathroom. As I have been doing a lot lately, I looked at myself in the mirror with disgust. I felt like things had gone too far and there was nothing I could do to slow it down or stop it. I couldn't believe I had let my father enter my bum. I felt powerless over everything that was happening.

I finished cleaning myself and drove home to have dinner with my parents. I wasn't looking forward to having small talk with the two of them knowing that not only had my father gone down on me, but he also explored my ass with his tongue, then fucked me in both of my holes. The best I could hope for was that I had time to take a shower before having to sit with them.

As I pulled into the driveway, I tried to turn my brain off and pull myself together. Time to pretend that everything was normal, I thought. When I entered the house, my mother was making her typical big Sunday dinner in the kitchen. She told me dinner wouldn't be ready for a couple of hours, so I told her I was going to take a shower and relax for a bit. My father greeted me as I was leaving the kitchen like he normally did. I was amazed at his ability to act as if it were a typical day. My emotions ranged from anger to desiring his attention. As I walked past him, he asked, "No kiss for dad? I haven't seen you all day."

I was trying to figure out if he was fucking with me or just putting on a show for my mother. I was distraught and still feeling the effects of what he did to me less than an hour ago. His comment stopped me in my tracks as I kissed my father on the cheek, which was an everyday interaction for us. As his lips touched my cheek, all I could think about was where his lips touched me since I decided to go on the road trip with him. My brain was filled with confusion about whether I regretted what I was doing or longed for more. I felt like I was breaking down mentally.

After my shower, I went to my bedroom. As I was drying off, my father quietly entered my room. I whispered, "Dad, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Mom is right downstairs. You shouldn't be in here," as I wrapped my towel around me. My father brought me to my bed and stood over me as I sat on the edge of my bed, not knowing what he wanted or what he was going to do. My heart was thumping in my chest. My father undid my towel as it fell from my upper body as I stared up at him, powerlessly. Not knowing what he was going to do.

My father said, "I'm going to ask you if you can come to the cabin and ask you to help us set it up for the season at dinner. I wanted to give you a heads up before I did it. Are you going to come with us?"

I knew he meant he and my uncle were going to take me there and use me for a weekend, but I struggled to understand what answer to give him. I asked, "How bad do you want me to go there?"

Without hesitation, my father pinched my nipples, causing me to take a deep breath before telling me, "Don't tease me. I already want you badly. Don't make me take you again, right here. Are you coming with us?"

I was trying to recover from my nipples being pinched while worrying that my father would actually follow through with taking me right here. I pulled my towel back up to cover myself and told him, "I will go if that is what you want me to do. I have done everything you have wanted me to," then I hesitated. I wanted to see how much control I had over what I was doing with them. "Can we take a break until we go there? I am sore and not used to all of this. My body needs a break."

I was curious if he even looked at me like his daughter, or if I was just someone to pleasure him and my uncle. "Yeah, we can take a break. Sorry. I forgot that we have been relentless with you. I don't want to wear you out. Plus...We'll have something to look forward to when we go. I'll tell Frank we are taking a break until we go to the cabin. Get dressed before your mother starts complaining. I'll see you downstairs," he told me before softly kissing me on my lips and leaving my room.

I was shaking uncontrollably when he left my room. I felt good about standing up for myself. I decided to wear a pair of loose sweats and my typical loose T-shirt for dinner. My vag and bum were still sore, and I figured loose clothing would help me recover from what I had done earlier today. Now, I had to play pretend at the dinner table with my parents.

During dinner, the three of us acted as we usually would. Then, my father told my mother that I was going to go to the cabin and help him prepare it for the season. My mother asked me, "Why do you want to go to the middle of nowhere and help with that place? You've never wanted to go to that place."

The pressure to sell, why I was going, was on me. Neither my mother nor I ever liked that cabin, and we would go out of our way to avoid going there. I replied, "I don't know, Mom. I figured I'd give it one last try now that I'm eighteen. Maybe I'll like it." My mother laughed and wished me luck. We weren't scheduled to go there for a month, and I was curious about how my father and uncle would handle not doing anything with me. I didn't trust that they would give me time to recover both physically and mentally.

The rest of the night was quiet. I stayed in my room on my phone until I heard my parents go to bed. When my mother came into my room, I pretended to be sleeping. She covered me with a blanket, kissed me on the forehead, and left. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep, but I had no interest in talking to anyone. My bedroom door was open, and the walls in our house did nothing to keep noise from traveling. Suddenly, I heard a light, repetitive thumping coming from my parents' room. I quietly got out of bed and snuck down the hallway. As I approached their bedroom door, I heard my mother moaning and the familiar sound of my father's grunting. The door was slightly open, so I peeked in. I watched as my father fucked my mother. He was on top her while holding her legs open as she begged him to fuck her harder. Instinctively, I felt jealousy running through my body. I didn't like seeing him with my mother like this. I knew they had sex, but I hadn't thought about it until this moment. Seeing him do this after doing it with me earlier today bothered me.

I went back to my bedroom and got into my bed. I started crying, and didn't know why. Was it because he moved on easily after I told him I needed a break? Was it because of the thought of him being intimate with anyone but me? Or was it because I wanted him to only think of me this way? These were the thoughts that kept me from sleeping and drove me crazy for the rest of the night. The more noise they made, the more jealous and angrier I got. I ended up crying myself to sleep after they finished.

The following day, I was exhausted and in a shitty mood. I thought no one noticed until midday, when my father asked to speak to me in the basement office. Once I got to the office, he started quickly, "What is your problem today? You've been bitchy to the customers and everyone in the shop?"

I was ready for this argument. I went right back at him, "Gee...I don't know, Dad. Maybe it's because you decided to fuck Mom last night with your door wide open, after fucking me in the office? Maybe I don't like being used for sex by you and then seeing and hearing you fuck someone else. Did you ever think about that?" I started in on him before continuing, "Do you ever think about how I feel? How that would bother me? Is that all I am, a plaything? Do you even care?"

Luckily, neither of us was yelling. We were frustrated with each other, but were smart enough to keep our tones down. My father told me, "We have to act normal, so people don't suspect there is something wrong. If you can't handle things, just say so, and we will stop. But we cannot be doing this. Is that what you want? Do you want to stop? Because that's all you need to say."

Even though I understood what he was saying, I was emotional in the moment and said, "Yeah...We should probably stop. You don't seem to care how I feel. Maybe that's what we should do."

As I turned to the door to leave, my father grabbed my arm and held me against the door. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. All the anger I had left my body as my father held me in place. He said in a low tone, "We're not stopping anything. You know you don't want to stop either. I'm sorry you had to hear that last night, but we don't want to get caught, right?"

My tears started flowing as I spoke, "No...Dad...I don't want to stop, and I don't want us to get caught. I have done a lot to make you happy, and I just want to know that I am not your little whore. I'm just confused and emotional."

My father wiped my tears as he had done my entire life. He told me, "Maggie, you are not a whore. We like having fun together. That's why I agreed to take a break until we go to the cabin. I don't want you to be upset with me or Frank. This is all supposed to be fun, and you don't sound like you are having fun, which means I am not having fun. Let's take a break until we go to the cabin. Ok?" Then, he kissed me on the lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, welcoming his tongue into my mouth. Our kiss was passionate, like it had been on the road trip, and removed all my anger. As our lips separated, he asked, "Feel better?" I shook my head as my mouth remained open, wanting more of this version of my father. He continued, "We need to act normal. Can you do that?"

"I can do that, Dad. I'm sorry," I told him as my heart thumped in my chest.

"Good. Now, why don't you head home and get some rest? You just need to sleep. Taking a break should help you. Don't worry about looking like you were crying, people will think I yelled at you for being bitchy to everyone. Ok," he asked me as I shook my head to agree with him.

My father left the office before I did. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. It was noticeable that I had been crying. I felt like I was going out of my mind. Just yesterday, I fucked my father in the office I was just in. He was right, I needed to get some sleep and stop being so emotional. As I walked through the shop, I didn't speak to anyone as I gathered my belongings and went home. I didn't want to see or talk to my mother, so when I got home, I took a bunch of nighttime cold medicine, stripped down to my panties, and got into bed. I passed out quickly.

I woke up the following morning when my father came to check on me at five. It was still dark outside when I felt him shaking me and asking me if I was okay. I was lying on my back wearing just my panties when I told him, "Yeah, Dad, I'm good. I slept for twelve hours. I'll be in by eight. Ok?" My father was sitting on the side of my bed with his hand on my belly, looking down at me as I lay there smiling at him. We were silent for a moment when I teasingly asked, "You miss me?"

My father traced a finger over my panty covered slit causing me to breath harshly as I parted my legs. "I can't wait until we're alone at the cabin." Then he got up and walked to my door, "See you when you get to work." I didn't tell him, but I couldn't wait to be at the cabin with him, too.

For the next three weeks, my father, uncle, and I all acted as we usually did before everything changed between us. My father was right when he sent me home and told me to get some sleep, because I was less emotional once I was able to sleep again. There were days when I thought they had moved on from everything because of my emotional outbursts. I had momentary worries that I had turned them off from me because I couldn't hold my shit together. I missed their attention, their touch, how they obsessed over me. I went from being ashamed about what I did to worrying that they wanted nothing to do with me. I told myself that I would make it up to them at the cabin and never act that way again.

The week had arrived, and we were scheduled to leave on Friday, when my father told me, "Hey, we were thinking. Instead of leaving on Friday and dealing with traffic, we are going to leave on Thursday when we close the shop. Also, we are going to drive together. Are you ok with that?" I told him that it worked for me. Then, he said, "One more thing. It's not sure yet, but Jim said he might stop by on Saturday. Is that ok? We couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make him suspicious, so we left it up to him."

We were going to be at the cabin until late Monday because it was a holiday weekend, so I didn't care if he came up on Saturday. "Yeah, I don't care, Dad. We have gotten good at pretending over the past month. It's only one day."

When Thursday came, we packed everything in my father's pickup truck. We stopped to get groceries, and of course, we grabbed a bunch of alcohol. I was looking forward to drinking with them again, and how the alcohol kept me from overthinking everything. I truly believed my emotional outbursts were caused by doing things without the benefit of alcohol courage. I could also blame what I was doing on the alcohol. Maybe that's why I was more emotional about everything once we got home, as opposed to when we were on the road trip, I thought. Once we got everything, the rest of the ride was only an hour and a half away.

The drive started quietly, which was uncomfortable for me. Sitting in the back seat while my father and Frank sat up front made me feel like a victim for some reason. I broke the silence by asking, "So...Is there really a lot of work to do to set the cabin up for the season? I don't know how much help I'm going to be with all that stuff." I was surprised when my father told me that Jim and his daughter, Rhonda, were at the cabin last weekend and supposedly set it up for the season. I asked, "So...They were up here alone all weekend?" I was still curious if he was doing to her what was being done to me.

"Yeah, they were. They actually come up whenever we don't," my uncle said.

Now my curiosity was going wild. Were they all doing things with Rhonda, I wondered. I wanted more information, so I came right out and asked, "Does she do stuff for him?"

To fuck with me, my uncle said, "Stuff like what? You need to be specific," while he and my father laughed.

Their laughing annoyed me. "Stuff like you do to me, smartass!"

I believe they could sense my agitation. My father quickly replied, "Yeah...They do stuff like we do. His wife caught him, or should I say, she believes she saw them, but lives in denial about what they were doing. That's why she always has him under lockdown. She doesn't know that they come here together. That's why I wasn't worried about what he thinks happened at the shop."

I couldn't believe the three of them. I imagined them sitting around talking about their conquests of Rhonda and me. I wondered if she went through the feelings of disgust and shame like I do. I responded by telling them, "I need a drink. You guys are pigs."

Uncle Frank handed me the bottle of tequila and told me, "Drink up. You're not driving."

I did exactly as he suggested. I opened the tequila and started guzzling it. Then, I asked, "So...If there's no work to do, what are we going to be doing for the next three days? Or, should I already know what to expect?"

Their laughter returned. My father said, "Well...We thought we'd play catch-up for the past three or four weeks of inactivity. Trust us, we'll have fun. Now drink up, you're more fun with a few drinks in you."

"So, we're back to getting me drunk and taking advantage of me," I sarcastically asked as the alcohol was starting to kick in.

Frank chimed in, "Admit it, you like it when we take advantage of you when you're drunk."

I didn't like admitting this, but it is true. I liked how I felt doing things with them when I was drinking more than when I wasn't drinking. At the very least, we were going to be in a place that wasn't a basement or a car. We would have privacy and not have to worry about being caught. "Whatever, Frank. You guys like taking advantage of me regardless of alcohol," I mockingly said. They assuredly said that was true as we continued our journey to the cabin. For the next forty-five minutes, I tried to drink myself into oblivion before we got to the cabin. By the time we pulled up, I was well on my way to being trashed.

As we got out of the truck, they grabbed the booze and food, while I grabbed my overnight bag, which had my towels, toiletries, a clean pair of panties, and my oversized tank top. I quickly told them that I was going to take a shower while they unloaded the rest of our stuff. The booze had snuck up on me and I felt unsteady. I was hoping the shower would help me from getting sick and sober me up a little.

When I got out of the shower, I decided to live in what my reality was going to be. Instead of looking through my other bag for something to wear, I put on the panties from the overnight bag and the tank top. I knew they were going to have their way with me, so why make it complicated, I thought.

As I walked out to the living room, they were sitting at opposite ends of the couch. They had started a fire in the fireplace, and the TV was on. They were playing catch-up on the drinking as they passed the bottle of whiskey back and forth. The shower helped me feel a little better, but I was still rubber-legged from the drinking I had done. Innocently, I asked, "So...I'm guessing I'm in the middle tonight?"

My father said bluntly, "Honey, you will be in the middle all weekend. Now, come sit down with us and have a drink." I did as he requested and sat between them. I grabbed the tequila and went right back to drinking for effect. Within a half hour, I was shitfaced. I put my head on my father's lap while stretching my legs over my uncle's legs. As my father ran his fingers through my hair, he asked, "Comfortable?"

I was comfortable. His fingers softly went through my hair in continuous motions before they slowly rubbed around my neck and collarbone area. I coed, "Yes...Dad...Super comfy," as I rolled onto my back to look up at him while he put me at ease.

My father was staring down at me as his hand explored under my tank top. Frank's hands were exploring my legs, which he parted slightly. Suddenly, Frank said, "How about we watch something that will keep our attention?"

I watched him as he got up from the couch and went through a DVD collection. I joked, "Who still has DVDs? Jeez, you guys are old," as I started giggling uncontrollably. I was shocked when the DVD started playing. It was a porn movie of a woman with two guys.

"This seems appropriate for this weekend. What do you guys think," he asked with a giggle of his own.

Of course, my father said, "Yeah, works for me. What do you think, Maggie?" I watched as the two men on the TV did things to a woman. I had never watched a porn movie before. I had always thought that the premise of them was stupid. Before my uncle got back to the couch, my father told me, "Here, let's take this off," as he started pulling my tank top off. I sat up slightly to assist with the removal of my shirt.

Frank lifted my legs and placed them back over his legs while asking, "Where were we?"

I was trying not to watch the TV, but the woman's moaning kept drawing me back to it. My father's hand continuously moved from my breasts, slowly making its way to my throat, then back down to my breasts. Every time his hand was near my throat, I instinctively gasped. I had tried to figure out what it was about a hand near my throat that drove me nuts ever since Frank did it the first time. Out of all the things we had done, being grabbed like that was the most erotic experience of my life. I was embarrassed at how much I craved it. Between my father's hands teasing my upper body, and my uncle's hands exploring my lower body, along with what was on the TV, I felt like a whirlwind was going on around me.