DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 and none of the events described are real. It is not the intention of the author to condone or encourage incestuous activity, this is a work of erotic fiction and should be seen as such. It contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature including incest so if you find such material offensive please do not read any further. Finally this story is based very heavily on a similar one I read some time ago, I don't remember the name or the story or the author but I hope they forgive me borrowing their premise and re-booting it.
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The Winnebago Grand Tour glided serenely along the blacktop highway, seeming to float on the heat haze like some futuristic pleasure yacht. Inside, the air con. kept the temperature at a comfortable 24ΛC; but right now Angela Brentmeier was feeling anything but cool and collected.
"Yes, I see... Well, if you have any cancellations please do let me know. Yes, I understand. Thank you."
She ended the call on her cell-phone and half-heartedly tossed it onto the dash in frustration.
"That's the fifth place I've called Roger. Everywhere is just booked solid! Some family vacation this is going to turn out to be. We should have just gone to Honolulu for two weeks like I suggested."
"Aw, come on Honey. It'll be fine."
He smiled at his wife. Even in her late 30s, she still turned heads; and in her shorts and tight t-shirt, she had the same voluptuous figure that had caught his eye when he first worked up the courage to date her.
"In this baby, we can stop anywhere and have a different view every day."
"Yes, I know that's what the sales brochure says; but they don't mention that you need to find places to be able to empty the tanks. It's starting to get rather funky back there," she glanced towards the restroom.
"Yes well, we couldn't know they'd have flash floods at the holiday camp and have to close for repairs."
He mused for a while. Roger had been a rugged athlete in high school and didn't say a great deal, which led many to assume he was lacking in brains. In fact, he was smarter than many gave him credit for. It turned out that in addition to being a jock, he a good head for business; and with that, and a lot of hard work, he had built Brentmeier Pools into a successful company. And now he was able to enjoy the fruits of his labours. He was darned if he was going to let their family holiday be ruined by a little bad weather.
"It's a shame we can't go to Camp Sunshine. It's right on our route," he muttered to himself.
"What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking Camp Sunshine isn't far from here. It's just a shame."
"Of course! Sweetie, that's a great idea."
"What is?"
"Let's stop there!"
"Angela, I didn't mean... how can we?"
"Well why not? We always said we'd go back one day."
"Honey... the kids!" he hissed, nodding his head back towards the lounge area where their two teenage children were sprawled out.
"Well, they're both eighteen now; and we said we'd take them there one day."
"One day, but we didn't say on this trip. I mean, we haven't discussed any of this with them."
"Well, we can do that now then. KIDS! CAN YOU COME UP HERE? WE NEED TO TALK TO YOU!"
Bethany groaned and put down her MP3 player as she heard her mother's voice. The RV was spacious enough; but being trapped with her bratty brother made anywhere feel confined. Right now he was engrossed in some movie with his head-phones. She didn't need to look to guess it probably featured some naked girls; so she kicked his foot to get his attention.
"What is it?" he looked up, annoyed.
"Mom wants to talk to us!"
He glowered, but closed his laptop; so he could sit forward and hear his mom.
"Now listen, the camp we were going to stay at has had to shut for the next few weeks because of flooding; and everywhere else east of the Rockies seems to be booked solid at the moment."
"Oh great, so we're just going to keep driving around for the next 2 weeks?" pouted Bethany.
"I didn't say that. There is a camp that's a little off the beaten trail we could probably get into; but, well, there's something you should know first."
"What's to know? Anywhere we can stop has got to be better than just driving, hasn't it?"
"Well Beth, the reason it's not fully booked and off the beaten trail is that it's... um...well, clothing optional."
"Clothing what?" asked Kevin.
"Wait a minute! You mean it's a nudist camp?"
"No Bethany. Clothing optional means you can stay dressed or undressed. There are some areas that are mixed and others that are nude only; so you can choose where to go."
"You mean there're naked girls there?"
"Now Kevin, this is not a sexual atmosphere. Naturism is about being comfortable with your body," Roger reprimanded his son.
"It's alright Roger. It's only natural for him to be curious. Yes Kevin, there will be naked girls there, as well as naked boys."
"So I can go naked if I want?"
"Well... yes Dear, if that's what you want."
She was a little surprised by her son's eagerness, but wasn't about to discourage him.
"Ewwwww, gross!" Beth remarked in disgust.
"Now Bethany, it's not gross. It's quite natural; and you don't need to participate."
"I wasn't going to! Anyway, how come you and Dad know about this place?" She paused before the realization began to dawn. "Wait, did you..."
"Yes Bethany, your father and I were regulars here before you and Kevin were born."
"No way!"
"Yes Kevin, way! Look, we can try it for a day or two; and if you aren't comfortable we can move on, and try to find somewhere else. What about that?"
"I tell you what: we could get one of those private family areas. They're closed off from the rest of the resort; so we'll have plenty of privacy. If you kids want, you can stay there, or just go to the clothing optional areas," Roger suggested.
"Count me in!" Kevin stated with relish.