Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
***
We had just finished loading up the car, when Amy came running out of the house.
"Are we ready yet, Dad?" she asked impatiently.
"Yeah, no thanks to you or Jasmine," I grumbled.
"Oh come on, Dad, what's the use of having two tall strong men around if two teenage girls like us have to carry all that stuff?" she said, smirking.
"She got you there," I heard Will chuckle from the other side of the car. I rolled my eyes, so much for my best friend having my back.
"So? Are we leaving?" Amy asked again.
"Ten minutes, we need to check on some final details. Go back inside to make sure you and Jasmine didn't forget to pack anything."
"Okay!" she said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice, and ran back inside. Every year she looked forward for our annual father-daughter camping trip. Will and I have been taking our daughters for a week-long outdoors vacation each summer ever since they were kids. But this year it was even more exciting for Amy since the trip coincided with her nineteenth birthday.
I let out a sigh and got back to do some last minute checks.
I heard Will chuckle again, "Don't pretend you don't love to spoil her, Ethan."
I smiled. He was right, of course. She was my only daughter and I was basically a single dad, unless a couple of phone calls a month counted as having a mother. It was impossible not to spoil Amy, she had me wrapped around her little finger.
"I have to at least try to keep up appearances," I said, getting another chuckle from Will.
Will and I have been best friends ever since we met in the army. We just clicked, and even now, more than twenty five years later, we were as close as ever. It almost seemed like we were living parallel lives. We both joined the army the same year, we met our wives only months apart, we got married the same day and within a couple of years we each had a daughter, we started a business together, and eventually both our marriages ended.
In my case, my wife had turned out to be a total bitch. If it wasn't for Amy, I would've considered her the biggest mistake of my life. Back then, I was a horny young guy making decisions with his dick. I was a cocky hot stud, not much in the brain department, basically having it quite easy in life because of my looks. Now, in my mid-forties, I'm not that much smarter, but I do okay. It could've been much worse, but having to raise Amy by myself forced me to get my shit together, making her my priority.
Will's marriage ended a couple of years after mine, in much better terms. Basically, she was just too good for him and he had no problem admitting it. He was a tall muscular black guy with a big dick, with all kinds of women drooling over him, and with almost no self control. Not even landing a hot blonde wife had been enough to convince him to keep it in his pants.
The divorce had a huge impact on his life and was a wakeup call for him. His wife got custody of their daughter and it crushed him. She had been relentless when it came to visitation rights, insisting that she didn't want Jasmine to grow up around an irresponsible womanizer. Will then made it his goal to change his lifestyle and be the kind of father his daughter deserved. It wasn't easy, constantly having to prove his worth to his wife, but he made great improvements. He wasn't perfect, but eventually he was able to see more of Jasmine and be a part of her life.
He made sure to keep in touch with her regularly, but the best period was summer. He had agreed with his wife to have Jasmine non-stop for a whole month each year during summer. And ever since she was ten, the camping trip was part of it.
Amy was one year younger, but they were inseparable right from the start. Jasmine was like a niece to me and I know Will felt the same way about Amy, so we were both very excited they got along so well. The camping trip was when we all had the most time together, so we were looking forward to it each year.
"All set," Will announced, bringing me out of my thoughts.
As if on cue, I saw Amy and Jasmine walk towards us, anxious to begin our trip.
"You better be ready," Jasmine demanded.
"Why yes my Queen, your carriage is ready," mocked Will, making his daughter roll her eyes and Amy giggle.
***
We made good time, managing to reach our destination by mid-afternoon. We parked the car and unloaded the trunk, each of us carrying a backpack, and started making our way towards our camping location near the lake, which was about an hour long hike.
As expected, our girls managed to get away with carrying comfortably light backpacks while Will and I struggled behind with the bulk of the weight on our backs. Not that we couldn't handle it. We were both very fit and worked out regularly. I had to make a lot of sacrifices in my life, pretty much giving up having a personal life while I raised Amy, but the one thing I could never give up, and that helped keep me sane, was working out. I followed a tight schedule together with Will, and at forty six I had a physique that most guys in their twenties and thirties would kill for.
As we walked behind the girls, my eyes involuntarily wandered to their back sides and their extremely short denim cutoffs, which showcased their asses in the most sexy way. Yeah, they were sexy, I admit it. I'm a father but I'm also human. As I kept watching, I thought how as parents we weren't able to provide a stable home for our daughters, however we - and especially our wives - were extremely generous with our genes. Both of our girls were stunners.
Amy had her mother's long blonde hair and my blue eyes. Unlike me, however, she had a petite body build, standing at 5'2" to my six feet. She had beautifully smooth alabaster skin and a slim, toned body. She also had a pretty generous bust, I would guess C cups, which looked impressive on her smaller frame.
Jasmine, having both Caucasian and African American genes, was an exotic beauty. Her most striking feature were her pale green eyes and the way they contrasted against her chocolate milk colored skin. Her nose was also inherited by her mother, being more narrow and with a more prominent bridge, while her lips were clearly from her father's side, full and luscious. She was a few inches taller than Amy and had an athletic and toned body with a remarkably firm bubble butt and small perky breasts. Her straightened black hair reached a little below her shoulder and she had them in a high pony tail.
She was wearing a white tank top which left most of her midriff exposed. As I was checking her out from behind, I noticed for the first time a tramp stamp tattoo on her lower back. I bet Will's ex-wife had thrown a fit when she saw that. I wouldn't be happy either if Amy came home with one of those, but I had to admit it looked sexy on Jasmine's toned body.
Suddenly, I was conscious of my staring and I panicked. I turned to look at Will, trying to come up fast with an excuse for perving on our daughters' asses, but he hadn't noticed me. His gaze was also locked on our daughters, he seemed almost in trance. I smiled and said nothing, leaving him to enjoy the view, as we continued our hike towards the lake. Who was I to judge?
It was a bit over an hour when we first got a glimpse of the lake in the distance.
"Finally," Amy said, out of breath. "I don't get why we have to walk for hours each time, there are plenty of places with direct car access," she complained.
"Where would be the fun in that?" I quipped. In reality, the reason we went through all this trouble was because this was a secluded spot that Will and I had discovered two years ago. It seemed like no other people knew about it, at least we hadn't stumbled upon anyone the couple of times we had come.
