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List of trig­gers:
In­cest (daugh­ter with dad, broth­ers, cousin, un­cle)
Power play
Cum play
Shar­ing
Dou­ble pen­et­ra­tion
Deep throat­ing to the point of throw­ing up
Voyeurism and ex­hi­bi­tion­ism
Bod­ily flu­ids (piss & puke)
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The Drive
It took me a long time to con­vince Dad to spend two weeks of my
sum­mer break camp­ing at a lake that wasn’t the one we lived by. I
had al­ways wanted to go camp­ing. With ac­tual tents, and with the
toi­let be­ing out­doors.
Dad and my broth­ers never felt the need to leave the park. We
were safe here. Had our fam­ily and friends, and there was noth­ing
lack­ing from our lives. Still, spend­ing a sum­mer away from home
had sounded like a great idea, when I saw tents and camp­ing chairs
at the home im­prove­ment store a while back.
I kept both­er­ing Dad about it, un­til one day, he had enough of my
beg­ging, and he fi­nally gave in. Even War­ren thought camp­ing would
be a nice ad­ven­ture for us. Then again, War­ren was al­ways ready to
make me happy. If I had asked him about camp­ing, he would’ve said
yes in a heart­beat.
One week into sum­mer break, we packed all our things and drove
off, head­ing east to the near­est, big­ger lake. It was a six hour drive,
and though I loved be­ing in the cen­ter of at­ten­tion at all times, sit­-
ting be­tween Thane and Reuben for the whole drive was ex­haust­ing.
Dad in­sisted on putting two bags next to him in the pas­sen­ger seat
since the trunk was full, and so the three of us had to sit in the back.
They were con­tin­u­ously talk­ing about cars, and all I could do was
sit there and lis­ten. They had no shut­ting off but­ton. I should’ve
brought a book or some­thing. Al­though, I knew damn well that I
wouldn’t have read it. I wasn’t a big reader.
I didn’t pack too much for this trip. We didn’t have too much
space to bring a lot of things. This car was al­ready packed with four
of us, while Wes­son and War­ren were in the car be­hind us.
I packed a few sun­dresses, my fa­vorite bikini, and a cou­ple of
shirts that I stole from my broth­ers. They didn’t mind. They of­ten let
me bor­row their clothes, and I knew they like see­ing me wear­ing
their things.
This trip would be spe­cial to all of us. We never went on va­ca­tion,
be­cause all we needed was at the TP. But some time away from home
never hurt any­one. Bon­nie went on some va­ca­tions, and ev­ery time
she came back, she was al­ways so…re­laxed.
Hope­fully, this trip would do the same to Wes­son.
 I smirked at my thoughts and took a deep breath, tilt­ing back my
head. Al­though I wasn’t a big fan of the mid­dle seat, I had a great
view. I saw the road per­fectly, and then, sit­ting be­tween two of my fa­-
vorite boys wasn’t too bad ei­ther.
I had wanted to drive with Wes­son and War­ren at first, not want­-
ing to miss out on their pres­ence. Then again, we would get to spend
plenty of time to­gether at the camp­site.
We had been on the road for just two hours when we al­ready had
to stop for gas. We ran out of snacks too, be­cause it seemed that eat­-
ing was the only good pass-time on this trip. Af­ter we stocked up on
food and drinks, we were back on the road.
Reuben and I played a few rounds of UNO, but he kept win­ning,
and be­cause I was a sore loser, I de­cided not to play any­more.
The CD that was play­ing had songs from the early two-thou­sands
on it, and they kept play­ing on re­peat. It was a CD Dad had burned a
while ago, with songs he clearly en­joyed be­cause he kept singing
along to them.
My head was start­ing to hurt from hear­ing the same songs over
and over again, and with­out think­ing about it, I un­buck­led my seat­-
belt and reached for­ward to switch to a ra­dio sta­tion.
The car slowed, and I would’ve fallen face first onto the dash­board
if Dad hadn’t put out his hand to stop me. “Are you in­sane? Get your
ass back there, Azula.”
I sighed when Thane grabbed me by the hips to pull me back onto
my seat. Reuben wrapped my seat­belt around me, fas­ten­ing it with
fur­rowed brows. “You could’ve got­ten hurt.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “There is lit­er­ally no other car on this free­-
way.”
“Still, Zula. It’s never safe to take off your seat­belt.”
I looked at him for a mo­ment be­fore drop­ping my gaze to my
hands. “Sorry,” I mur­mured.
“It’s fine,” I heard Dad mut­ter, but I knew he would hold a grudge
about this for a while.
Thane placed a hand on my thigh in an at­tempt to ease the ten­-
sion. “Did you want to lis­ten to some­thing else, Z?” he asked, his
voice gen­tle and calm.
I nod­ded and smiled tightly. “Yes, please.”
“Al­right. Dad, could you please change to a ra­dio sta­tion or put in
a dif­fer­ent CD?” Thane asked Dad.
 Re­luc­tantly, Dad did as he was asked, and we fi­nally got to hear a
dif­fer­ent song.
Thane kept his hand on my thigh as I looked ahead and onto the
road. His touch never failed to keep me calm and col­lected. The both
of us had al­ways had a spe­cial bond be­cause we shared the same bed­-
room since we were kids, and we more than of­ten found our­selves
cud­dling at night. It had be­come a rou­tine, and on nights he wasn’t
around, I felt empty, and of­ten couldn’t sleep.
With time, when­ever Thane wasn’t around, it was Reuben or Wes­-
son who kept me com­pany, and some nights, we even shared one
bed. Four peo­ple in one bed was a bit ex­ces­sive, but we made it work.
I dropped my gaze to Thane’s hand when he started to part my
thighs. His fin­gers moved be­low my sun­dress, graz­ing the lin­ing of
my panties. I wasn’t stop­ping him. This might’ve been the pass-time
we should’ve done the first hour of be­ing in this car.
Reuben started to catch on on what was hap­pen­ing next to him,
and with a smirk, he said, “We’re fi­nally hav­ing fun on this road trip,
aren’t we?”
I spread my legs wider, invit­ing him to join Thane and me.
My sun­dress had rid­den up enough to ex­pose my panties, and
thanks to Thane’s touch, they were al­ready wet.
“I can smell you from up here,” Reuben teased, his hand fi­nally
touch­ing my left thigh. He hooked his hand around it, lift­ing my leg,
and pulling it onto his lap. “Keep your legs open for us, Zula,” he de­-
manded.
Thane pulled aside my panties, and I looked up when I felt Dad’s
eyes on me. He was glanc­ing at me through the rearview mir­ror, ad­-
just­ing it with one hand to get a bet­ter look.
Dirty old man.
“Stay buck­led,” he or­dered, be­fore look­ing at the road again.
“Let’s take this off,” Thane sug­gested, pulling at the panties and
let­ting them slap back against my pussy.
I cried out, and I watched as they helped each other to take the
small fab­ric off of me.
They had per­fected ev­ery move over the months, and they knew I
liked be­ing han­dled by them, while I just sat back and en­joyed what
they did to my body. I was also a big fan of hav­ing them use me for
their plea­sure.
 Once my panties were off, Reuben pulled my leg over his lap
again, and I watched their hands closely as they kept run­ning their
fin­gers along my in­ner thighs. Thane never got too close to my clit,
while Reuben’s lit­tle fin­ger of­ten grazed my slits.
They were teas­ing me, and while I loved hav­ing them be in con­-
trol, I hoped for a quick re­lease. I lifted my hips, softly bit­ing my
lower lip. “Please,” I begged, my voice a soft whis­per.
“Our sweet Z is be­ing a naughty girl,” Reuben chuck­led, pulling
away his hand to tor­ture me. I knew ex­actly where this was go­ing,
and while I would’ve en­joyed this back at our trailer, I was start­ing to
get frus­trated by their teas­ing.
I sighed, beg­ging again. “Please, touch me.”
“De­pends,” Reuben said, shar­ing an amused look with his cousin.
“Will you let us fuck you when­ever and wher­ever we want on our lit­-
tle trip?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “When­ever.”
“And wher­ever,” Thane cor­rected me.
I sighed, but it sounded more like a moan. If I re­ally wanted to, I
could’ve touched my­self in that mo­ment, but the idea of their cocks
in­side of me was al­ready enough to get me go­ing.
“Yes, that too. I’ll let you do what­ever if you just touch me right
now. I want to come.”
Pleased with my words, Reuben slid his fin­gers through my folds
to wet them, and sec­onds later, he pushed two in­side my pussy
I lifted my hips again, try­ing to get him deeper. One fin­ger wasn’t
enough, but in­stead of get­ting what I wanted, he pulled back out and
raised a brow at me.
“Stay still. Only then I’ll give you what you want,” he warned.
I looked at him with fur­rowed brows, my breath­ing al­ready get­ting
faster. “Okay.”
He pushed his fin­ger in­side me again, this time adding a sec­ond
fin­ger right af­ter, and I heard Dad clear his throat from the driver’s
seat.
“Take it easy on her,” he mur­mured.
“We will, Dad. Don’t you worry about your lit­tle girl,” Thane said
to him in a promis­ing tone.
I lifted my eyes to glance in the rearview mir­ror, and I saw Dad
watch­ing us. He looked at the road ahead of him too, but his fo­cus
was mostly on us.
 “You should look at the road. It’s not safe, Dad,” I teased.
“You fo­cus on your­self right now, baby. Leave the rest to me,” he
de­manded, shut­ting me up.
Reuben’s fin­gers curled in­side of me, rub­bing against my in­ner
walls, and push­ing deeper af­ter ev­ery time he pulled them out.
This time, I didn’t move, fol­low­ing his or­ders. I strug­gled not to
move though. I wanted more, and I wanted them to know.
Smil­ing, Thane leaned in closer to me, kiss­ing the side of my neck
softly. “Good girl,” he whis­pered.
He knew I liked be­ing praised, and I liked it al­most as much as be­-
ing de­graded by them. It hadn’t al­ways been that way. Not all of
them liked call­ing me names, while chok­ing or hurt­ing me, but I of­-
ten told them that I was okay with it, and so they slowly started to do
it more of­ten.
They weren’t do­ing it to ac­tu­ally hurt me ei­ther. They were do­ing
it for my plea­sure, and also their own. It had be­come a game to us.
Reuben’s fin­gers moved steadily in and out of me, and ev­ery time
he pulled back, he pushed them in deeper. As deep as he could get
them. His palm was pressed against my clit, rub­bing it with­out in­-
tent, but by do­ing so, he was tak­ing me higher and higher.
I was so wet that at his fin­gers’ move­ments, my pussy squelched,
mak­ing the weird­est, yet hottest sounds ever. I was turn­ing my­self on
at this point.
Thane con­tin­ued to kiss my neck, and with one hand, he moved
my sun­dress fur­ther up un­til he ex­posed my bra. He pulled it down,
let­ting my tits pop out.
“I think we should add an­other rule to our lit­tle agree­ment for this
trip. No un­der­wear. We want easy ac­cess to what be­longs to us,”
Thane mur­mured as he teased my nip­ples with his fin­ger­tips. “Un­-
der­stood?”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice a faint whis­per.
They con­tin­ued to touch me, tor­tur­ing me in the best way pos­si­-
ble. They kept go­ing with­out ever giv­ing my clit the at­ten­tion it
needed, and I was ready to stroke it my­self if they weren’t go­ing to
give me the re­lease I so des­per­ately needed.
“Make her come, or I will pull over and do it my­self,” Dad warned
from the front.
I glanced at him, notic­ing his hand in his lap. His bare arm was
flex­ing as he rubbed his cock above his pants. I could tell by his
clenched jaw that he had been on it for a while, and if he wouldn’t
have to fo­cus so much on the road, he would’ve come al­ready.
I wanted him to do ex­actly what he warned the boys about, and so
I tried my hard­est to hold back on a cli­max.
Thane no­ticed what I was do­ing, and he looked up at Dad with a
raised brow. “You’ll get to fuck her enough times on this trip, Dad.
Let us have this with her now,” he said, his voice stern.
“You’ve been at this for al­most fif­teen min­utes, and you still
haven’t made her come,” Dad stated, and with­out an­other warn­ing,
he pulled over to the side of the free­way.
He parked and got out of the car, slam­ming the door with more
force than nec­es­sary. I watched him walk around the car with a de­-
ter­mined look on his face.
Thane and Reuben’s hands weren’t on me any­more, and Reuben
un­buck­led his seat belt be­fore open­ing the door on his side and get­-
ting out of the car.
Dad ap­peared next to him, rest­ing his right hand on the top of the
car, and lean­ing down to look at me. “Un­buckle and get your ass over
here.”
I wanted to reach down to get the seat­belt off me, but Thane was
quicker, and helped me with it. I moved over to Reuben’s seat but
took my sweet time to tease Dad. I was test­ing his pa­tience, but he
wasn’t play­ing along.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car, then he turned
me around and pushed me back down onto the seat, with the side of
my face press­ing against the fab­ric.
I heard his pants un­zip, and I im­me­di­ately got ner­vous.
Dad and I haven’t had sex in a while be­cause I had been busy with
school. I never got used to Dad’s or War­ren’s dick size, though I’ve
al­ways been able to take them, but only af­ter let­ting Wes­son, Thane,
or Reuben fuck me first.
Dad no­ticed my ten­sion im­me­di­ately. “Not so con­fi­dent any­more,
are you, baby?” He slapped my ass, mak­ing me cry out. “But don’t
worry. You know I can make you feel good.”
I turned my head enough to look back at him to see what he was
do­ing, and I watched as pushed down his pants, in­clud­ing his box­ers.
He watched me for a mo­ment, tak­ing in the scene from be­hind, with
my ass stick­ing up in the air.
 His hands grabbed my hips, and he moved me un­til he put me into
his de­sired po­si­tion, so he had the best ac­cess to my pussy. I felt his
tip against my en­trance, and be­cause of my wet­ness, he could’ve slid
into me so eas­ily. We never re­ally both­ered to use con­doms. Ac­tu­ally,
Dad was al­ways the one mak­ing sure that my pussy was drip­ping
with cum af­ter they all fucked me.
He pushed for­ward, slowly en­ter­ing my tight­ness.
“I al­ways for­get how fuck­ing tiny you are,” he mut­tered. He was
im­pa­tient, but he would never hurt me. He took his time.
“Thane, hold your sis­ter in place.”
I glanced up at Thane. He had turned in his seat, sit­ting side­ways
now to get a bet­ter look at us. He grabbed my wrists, then leaned
over me to cross them be­hind my back. I rested the side of my head
on the seat again, tak­ing a deep breath to get my body as com­fort­able
as pos­si­ble.
Dad fi­nally pushed into me, his cock slid­ing into me in a tor­tur­ing
way. His thick cock was mak­ing my walls burn, and for a mo­ment,
pain rushed through me.
I wig­gled my ass, need­ing for him to pull away, but with Dad’s grip
on my hips, and Thane hold­ing my arms be­hind my back, I couldn’t
get him to.
“Don’t,” Dad warned.
I took an­other deep breath, then waited for Dad to inch into me. I
felt his balls against my clit, and that’s when I felt full. I needed a
mo­ment to get used to him, and when he felt me re­lax, he fi­nally
pulled back and thrusted back into me.
“Is that nec­es­sary?” I heard War­ren ask from some­where out­side.
I hadn’t heard Wes­son’s car stop, but they must’ve parked the car
right be­hind us. I didn’t hear any more doors open, so I fig­ured they
were still sit­ting in the car.
Dad pushed back in­side of me in one swift thrust, and my fo­cus
was solely on him again.
“We’ll be done in just a sec­ond,” Dad spat, thrust­ing in and out of
me in a steady rhythm.
I whim­pered, arch­ing my back slightly to get him to go deeper.
Dad reached his hand around my hips, pac­ing his fin­gers on my
clit, and rub­bing it just the way I liked it. He low­ered his body, let­ting
his weight press down on me.
 “Come for me, Azula,” he de­manded as he started to fuck me
harder. His balls were slap­ping against my skin with ev­ery push, and
I moaned loudly, feel­ing my body tense with the or­gasm build­ing in­-
side of me.
With his fin­gers rub­bing my clit in small cir­cles, help­ing me ride
closer to an or­gasm, I fi­nally fell over the edge. My moans were muf­-
fled, with my face still pressed against the seat, but all of them could
hear me all right.
Af­ter edg­ing for about twenty min­utes, my cli­max was so in­tense
that my body be­gan to shake. Dad must’ve known that would’ve hap­-
pened, and I guessed that was why he had asked Thane to hold me in
place.
Dad pumped into me a few more times be­fore I felt his warm cum
fill my pussy. He could’ve gone for a while longer be­fore shoot­ing his
load into me, but he knew I was al­ready ex­hausted.
“Fu­u­uck,” he groaned, push­ing deep in­side of me to keep his cum
from leak­ing out of me. He didn’t want to waste one sin­gle drop.
His fin­gers on my hips dug into my skin, leav­ing bruises like all of
them even­tu­ally would. My skin was pale and very easy to leave
marks on. But that never both­ered me. I liked look­ing at my body
and see­ing their hand­prints. And they loved it too. It gave them the
con­fir­ma­tion that I be­longed to them.
“Hold your ass up in the air,” he told me, and I arched my back
again. I had a feel­ing of what he was go­ing to do next. Dad was a
dirty man, and he liked to do things most of the oth­ers didn’t do.
I peeked at him from over my shoul­der, need­ing to watch him.
He slowly pulled out of me, hold­ing his fin­gers right be­low my en­-
trance be­fore he leaned in to lick through my slit, then he sucked at
my en­trance, drink­ing his cum like it was some spe­cial juice.
I moaned qui­etly and closed my eyes to en­joy his mouth on my
pussy.
“We don’t want the back­seat to get dirty,” Thane said.
No, we def­i­nitely didn’t want that.
But luck­ily, Dad had just the right idea to keep ev­ery­thing clean.

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The Camp­site
When we ar­rived at the camp­site, the sun was al­ready set­ting. We
didn’t have much time left to set up our tents with­out hav­ing to do it
in the dark. Our lit­tle break had taken longer than ex­pected, but we
had fi­nally made it.
The boys took our bags, and Reuben was nice enough to carry
mine as well, while Dad and War­ren car­ried all of our camp­ing
equip­ment. We headed over to the wel­come cen­ter, and I took in our
sur­round­ings, lik­ing this camp­ing ground al­ready.
It had sim­i­lar vibes as our trailer park, only here, there were some
lux­u­ri­ous campers parked in­stead of old mo­bile homes with rusty
out­sides.
The camp was lo­cated in a val­ley by the lake, and there were
moun­tains and trees all around. It re­minded me of a place we used to
go once when I was lit­tle. My mother was still with us back then, and
I re­mem­bered learn­ing how to swim, and build the great­est sand­cas­-
tles with Dad’s help.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear when War­ren ap­proached me
from be­hind. He put one arm around my shoul­ders, tug­ging me to
his side. I came back to re­al­ity and smiled up at him.
“Are you tired?” he asked, eye­ing me care­fully.
“Just a lit­tle.”
“You don’t have to stay up late to­day. I’ll have your tent set up first
so you can go to sleep.”
I leaned into him, putting one arm around his back. “It’s okay. I
want to stay up with you guys. I don’t want to miss one mo­ment on
this trip.”
He chuck­led and leaned down to press a kiss to my head. “We’ll be
here for a while, so don’t worry about that.”
We headed into the main build­ing which was even­tu­ally a one-
story, curved house. There was a front desk in the mid­dle, a restau­-
rant to the left, and a small gro­cery store to the right.
This camp­site sure had ev­ery­thing a camper could wish for.
A blonde, mid­dle-aged woman sat be­hind the counter, and Dad
walked up to her with a friendly smile.
As soon as she laid her eyes on him, her face lit up. She got up
from her chair with a bright smile on her face. “Wel­come to Ea­gle’s
Nest Camp­site!” she greeted, with her voice sound­ing like a purr.
 It was un­nec­es­sary to re­act like that to a man you just met, es­pe­-
cially in sit­u­a­tions in which you were sup­posed to be pro­fes­sional.
Dad al­ways had this ef­fect on women, though he never re­ally
cared. Af­ter Mom passed away, he was never on the look for a new
woman, and ever since we got closer, he lost in­ter­est in other women
com­pletely.
“Have you re­served a spot on­line al­ready?” she then asked, keep­-
ing that over-the-top smile on her lips.
Dad nod­ded and pulled out a piece of pa­per, hand­ing it to her.
“We sure did.”
“Per­fect.” She stud­ied the pa­pers, then typed some­thing into her
com­puter.
I tensed as she kept look­ing up at Dad through her lashes, try­ing
to flat­ter her while we all stood right there.
I usu­ally wasn’t a jeal­ous per­son, as I was cer­tain of the love and
loy­alty the guys car­ried to­ward me, but I didn’t like how this woman
was show­ing in­ter­est in Dad when he was sup­posed to be all mine.
War­ren had no­ticed my body tens­ing up, and he squeezed my
shoul­der to calm me down. I couldn’t calm down though. I stood
there, star­ing the woman down who thought it would be a good idea
to flirt with Dad.
When he turned around, he no­ticed my gleam, and he gave me a
warn­ing look be­fore he turned back to the woman.
She typed one more thing into the com­puter, then she grabbed a
map of the camp­ground be­fore walk­ing around the desk. She opened
the map, then pointed at it with a per­fectly man­i­cured fin­ger.
“We only have a cou­ple of empty spots left in the back here, or in
the very front right by the lake. You can choose be­tween any of them,
but I do sug­gest choos­ing a spot in the back. The ones right by the
lake aren’t as pop­u­lar be­cause of the mos­qui­toes. Though, if you light
a fire, the smoke will help get rid of them,” she ex­plained while keep­-
ing her eyes on Dad.
He made an ef­fort to take a step back, but she only moved closer.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. We have a restau­rant right over there, and there’s one
on the other side of the lake. It’s a short drive, but it does have a bet­-
ter view. I def­i­nitely rec­om­mend tak­ing your fam­ily there for din­-
ner.” She took her eyes off Dad for once, scan­ning all of us be­fore her
gaze locked with mine. She smiled tightly, then looked at Dad again.
“We have a club for kids and teens on our camp­site too, where there
are fun ac­tiv­i­ties planned. Maybe she can join.”
I didn’t need to join a stupid club. I tensed again, think­ing that
this woman was try­ing to get Dad alone. “We got our own ac­tiv­i­ties
planned,” I snapped.
War­ren pulled me be­hind him, as if I were a feral cat that wanted
to start a phys­i­cal fight. Okay, maybe I was a very jeal­ous per­son. I
couldn’t hide it any­more.
“We’ll go ahead al­ready,” War­ren sug­gested, press­ing his hand
against my lower back, and guid­ing me out of the build­ing.
I heard Dad apol­o­giz­ing to the woman, which only made me an­-
grier.
I crossed my arms, let­ting War­ren walk me to­ward the camp­site.
“Zula, you can’t act that way in front of strangers. It’s not a good
look, and we’re not in the TP,” he said, keep­ing his voice low. “It’s
strange to have a daugh­ter re­act like that when a woman flirts with
her fa­ther.”
“But a daugh­ter can dis­like a woman for bla­tantly flirt­ing with her
fa­ther. What if Mom was still alive? That woman was be­ing too con­fi­-
dent.”
I fur­rowed my brows, mov­ing faster so I was walk­ing ahead of
him. I didn’t want to be touched at that mo­ment. All I wanted was to
find a good spot and set up our tents.
“You’re right about that. But Viggo was han­dling the sit­u­a­tion
well, and he def­i­nitely didn’t mean to up­set you in any way,” he as­-
sured me.
He had caught up to me, and was now walk­ing next to me.
I thought about his words, but I knew he was right. I didn’t know
what had got­ten into me.
I slowed down as we ar­rived by the lake.
The col­ors from the sun that shone over the lake were beau­ti­ful,
and I could only imag­ine how per­fect this view would be at sun­rise.
I moved my gaze back to War­ren and sighed. “I’m sorry. I had a
way too emo­tional re­ac­tion, and I was rude. Maybe I’m re­ally just a
stupid teenager.” I swal­lowed. All that was hard to ad­mit.
War­ren smiled and pulled me into a hug, and I pressed the side of
my face against his warm chest. “You’re not a stupid teenager, Z. And
I guess re­ac­tions like that are nor­mal to an ex­tent. It’s not like we
don’t get jeal­ous. Ac­tu­ally, we can get ex­tremely jeal­ous when it
comes to you,” he ad­mit­ted
Sur­prised, I tilted my head back to look up at him. “You do? I
mean, I know Wes­son can get pretty jeal­ous. But you…”
He grinned and moved his hands to my lower back. “I’ll only
speak for my­self right now, but I do get jeal­ous. A lot, ac­tu­ally. Es­pe­-
cially when you de­cide to go to par­ties. I trust you, but I don’t trust
those boys. When I was their age, all I could think of was pussy,” he
ad­mit­ted.
His hands moved fur­ther down, cup­ping my ass, and squeez­ing it
gen­tly.
His words made me re­lax, and I couldn’t help but smile when I
tried to imag­ine him in his late teens slash early twen­ties. “Were you
and Dad com­pet­i­tive, just like Wes­son and Thane are now?”
“I’m only com­pet­i­tive when it comes to you,” he ad­mit­ted, low­er­-
ing his head to give me a soft kiss. He didn’t even look around to
check if we could have pos­si­bly been watched by some­one. He didn’t
care, which made the kiss even more for­bid­den than it al­ready was.
I let him be in con­trol of the kiss, and he deep­ened it by slid­ing his
tongue be­tween my lips, dip­ping it into my mouth. His tongue curled
around mine, and I had to hold on to him be­fore my knees gave in.
“I see she’s calmed down,” Reuben said, in­ter­rupt­ing this per­fect
mo­ment.
We broke the kiss, and I looked at him with a frown. “Don’t act
like you never get an­noyed in cer­tain sit­u­a­tions.”
“Oh, I do. But at least I don’t glare at strangers like I want to kill
them,” he joked.
I slapped his arm play­fully, rolling my eyes at him. “What­ever.”
“Where are the oth­ers?” War­ren asked, still hold­ing me to his side.
“Viggo’s fill­ing out some pa­pers, and Wes and Thane went to buy
some­thing to eat at the gro­cery store. I stud­ied the map. I know a
way bet­ter spot for us,” he stated. He reached for my hand and pulled
me away from War­ren, in­ter­lock­ing his fin­gers with mine.
I fol­lowed him, and I couldn’t help the grin on my face. I had al­-
ways had a soft spot for Reuben. I would never ad­mit to them that I
had a fa­vorite, but there was some­thing about Reuben that just al­-
ways made me squirm.
“I would like to stay close to the lake though,” I told him.
 “Don’t worry, this spot is right by the lake. But it’s a bit fur­ther
away. At the end of the prop­erty. We’ll have more pri­vacy over
there.”
We walked for a few more min­utes be­fore get­ting to the spot
Reuben thought was per­fect for us, and af­ter tak­ing it in, I had to
agree with him. It was per­fect.
We had di­rect ac­cess to the lake, and the next campers were far
enough away to not be able to hear us. They could see us, and we
would share the lake with them, but at least they couldn’t hear any of
our con­ver­sa­tions.
Un­like the trailer park, this camp­ing ground al­lowed peo­ple to put
enough space in be­tween.
There were trees be­hind us, giv­ing us even more pri­vacy, but the
path lead­ing all around the camp­site could be seen through the
trunks. I as­sumed not many peo­ple were go­ing on walks around here
though, and if they did, I hoped they’d all just mind their busi­ness.
Wes­son and Thane ar­rived a while later, each pulling a wagon in
which they had put all our bags and tents. There were gro­cery bags in
there too.
“Where did you get those?” I asked, point­ing at the wag­ons.
“The nice lady from the front desk gave them to us,” Wes­son said.
“We can use them while we’re here so we don’t al­ways have to carry
ev­ery­thing. They’ll come in handy when we have to bring ev­ery­thing
back to the cars af­ter our stay.”
I didn’t re­ally hear any­thing he was say­ing, be­cause my mind got
stuck at him call­ing the woman nice.
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked past them, only to be
met with Dad’s se­ri­ous ex­pres­sion. He was walk­ing to­ward us, and I
turned away, ashamed of the way I had re­acted back there.
At first, I thought he wanted to come lec­ture me. But in­stead, he
gave me some space, let­ting me think about the way I be­haved. I
could feel his eyes on me though.
The guys started to set up the tents, and I helped wher­ever pos­si­-
ble. I put away the gro­ceries too, mak­ing sure they stayed nice and
cooled in the two cool­ers we brought.
We had three tents, al­though we would’ve only needed two. Dad
had packed a third tent in case I wanted to sleep alone, but I had al­-
ready ex­plained to him that I wouldn’t feel very safe sleep­ing by my­-
self. I had never slept alone, and I wasn’t go­ing to change that on our
camp­ing trip.
Af­ter a while, Thane stopped help­ing with the tents and started on
mak­ing a bon­fire in­stead. I asked him if I could help him, and he told
me to get the meat out.
When the sun had fully dis­ap­peared be­hind one of the moun­tains,
we were fi­nally sit­ting around the bon­fire, with plates of food in our
laps.
I sat in si­lence while lis­ten­ing to the guys talk about cars, be­cause
that was the only thing they ap­par­ently wanted to talk about even in
their free time. Dad wasn’t speak­ing much ei­ther, and ev­ery time I
looked at him, he gave me a chal­leng­ing look.
I took the last bite of my sausage, then de­cided that it was time to
put on my big girl pants, and apol­o­gize to him.
I got up and walked over to where he was stand­ing, han­dling the
grill. I stopped in front of him, hold­ing my plate with both hands.
“May I have an­other sausage, please?” I asked sweetly.
His eyes soft­ened, then he smiled. “Of course, baby.” He grabbed
one with the tongs and placed it onto my plate.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I kept stand­ing there, try­ing to find the right words. He was pa­-
tiently wait­ing for me to say some­thing, but when noth­ing left my
lips, he reached out and placed two fin­gers un­der my chin, tilt­ing my
head back to keep my eyes on his. “Is there some­thing you want to
say to me?” he asked, his voice gen­tle yet chal­leng­ing.
I nod­ded, want­ing to look away. In­stead, I was forced to keep my
eyes on him. “Yes. I want to apol­o­gize. The way I be­haved was…
wrong.”
“It was child­ish.”
His words hit me like a truck.
I tensed, clench­ing my jaw. “Yes, I was be­ing child­ish. And I apol­-
o­gize. I hope you can for­give me.”
Dad dropped his hand and sighed. He took the plate out of my
hands and placed it on one of the cool­ers be­fore pulling me closer to
him. “I can for­give you. But I want you to prom­ise me not to pull
some­thing like that ever again. I don’t think you un­der­stand how de­-
voted I am to you, Azula. You’re my num­ber one, and no other
woman can take your place.”
 I looked into his eyes as he spoke, keep­ing his voice low. He was
be­ing se­ri­ous, and it took me a mo­ment to get my breath­ing un­der
con­trol. He was mak­ing me ner­vous, but there was no rea­son to be.
This was nor­mal. Dad be­ing so in­tense was noth­ing new. Yet, ev­-
ery time he spoke to me like this, my heart raced.
“You un­der­stand that, baby?”
I nod­ded, let­ting him hold me close to his body. His hands were
on my lower back, and one of them slowly moved over my ass. With
his right hand, he reached up to cup my cheek, lean­ing in close to my
face.
“Good. Now, give me a kiss.”
I looked at his lips, and while any­one else would’ve been re­luc­tant
in this sit­u­a­tion, I wasn’t. I got on my tip­toes and placed both hands
on ei­ther side of his neck, then pressed my lips to his, kiss­ing him
hard.
He growled, low­er­ing his right hand to cup my ass with both. He
tilted his head to the side and deep­ened the kiss, push­ing his tongue
deep into my mouth. He quickly took over, and I pressed my­self up
against his body.
Af­ter a while of play­ing with each oth­ers’ tongues, he pulled back
only a bit to look me deep in the eyes. “Al­ways re­mem­ber, Azula. In
the end, I’ll al­ways be the one to fuck you the hard­est.”
***
I had eaten too much, and I drank way too much Pepsi tonight,
mak­ing my stom­ach twist­ing and turn­ing. I kept it to my­self, not
want­ing any of the guys to worry. We sat by the bon­fire for a while
and planned the ac­tiv­i­ties for the next few days, be­cause truth­fully,
we didn‘t have any­thing planned at all.
We came here with the sole pur­pose of hang­ing out and re­lax­ing,
but some­how Reuben still man­aged to con­vince us to go hike up to
the other lake. It was past mid­night when Wes­son, Thane and I de­-
cided to head into our tent. I changed into one of Dads shirts and lay
down on the large air mat­tress we got for our trip.
We had only brought the tents, the mat­tresses, and a cou­ple of
blan­kets. We didn’t buy sleep­ing bags, be­cause Dad fig­ured we
wouldn’t be us­ing them any­more any­way. But who knows? Maybe we
would go on an­other camp­ing trip some­day.
 Wes­son un­folded one of the blan­kets and put it over me, tuck­ing
me in, then they both un­dressed to their shorts and laid down next to
me. We talked about the fol­low­ing days a bit, keep­ing our voices
down, as the oth­ers also went to sleep, but as ex­pected, we wouldn’t
end up talk­ing for long, and we wouldn’t go to sleep ei­ther.
Ap­par­ently, nei­ther of us were tired.
Thane was lay­ing be­hind me, his hand slowly stroking my waist,
my hips and my ass. Wes­son had a hand on my stom­ach, with his
thumb ca­ress­ing the skin un­der my tits. It was crazy how I of­ten felt
so small when­ever I lied be­tween them. I closed my eyes as my
breath­ing be­came heav­ier, and by the warmth I was feel­ing in­side of
me, I knew I was get­ting wet for them.
I felt Wes­son’s cock be­hind me, press­ing against my lower back,
and from his hard­ness I could tell he was al­ready on the edge. When­-
ever he was this hard and im­pa­tient, fuck­ing me one time would not
be enough. Thane started mas­sag­ing my tits and rolling my nip­ples
be­tween his fin­gers, giv­ing each the same at­ten­tion, and mak­ing me
moan softly.
“Be quiet,” Wes­son mur­mured from be­hind me, grip­ping my hip
roughly, and turn­ing me onto my stom­ach. “I don‘t want the oth­ers
to hear you. Dad al­ready had you to­day.”
Thane pulled the blan­ket away from me, push­ing my shirt up so
my ass was ex­posed to them. Wes­son grabbed my hip again, lift­ing it
un­til my ass was stick­ing into the air and the rest of my body re­-
mained flat against the mat­tress.
His fin­gers moved across my ass then, pulling my cheeks apart.
“Shit…” he mur­mured, let­ting his fin­gers slip through my folds.
“You‘re so wet for us, Z. Will you let us fuck you?”
“Yes,” I said, be­fore think­ing about my stom­ach, which was still
twist­ing and turn­ing. I pushed back on him when he let one fin­ger
slide into my pussy eas­ily.
“Mul­ti­ple times?” Wes­son added. “I‘m sure I‘ll need you more
than one time, Zula. You‘ve been a lit­tle tease to­day.”
I nod­ded, turn­ing my head to look at him.
“Good girl,” he mut­tered.
He added a sec­ond fin­ger, slid­ing them in and out of me slowly.
He pushed his fin­gers deeper with ev­ery push, twist­ing and turn­ing
them to stretch me. He wanted to get me ready for their cocks.
 Af­ter a while, he pulled out his fin­gers and slid them over my ass­-
hole, wet­ting it just be­fore slid­ing one of them into me. They were
go­ing to take me at the same time, and though I felt un­well, I pushed
it aside be­cause I wanted to be fucked by them. Badly.
“Our baby sis­ter is al­ways ready for us. Don’t even have to ask her.
She’d let us fuck her no mat­ter where we are,” Wes­son said, his voice
low and raspy.
“She’s our naughty lit­tle thing,” Thane said proudly with a smirk.
“She sure is.” Wes­son pushed his fin­ger deeper into my ass, curl­-
ing it slightly be­fore pulling back out and adding a sec­ond fin­ger.
“And she not only loves to be fucked in that sweet cunt, but also her
tight ass­hole. Don’t you, Zula?”
“Yes,” I breathed, bit­ing my bot­tom lip. I was look­ing up at him
but couldn’t re­ally see his face. I knew he was smirk­ing though.
He was amused by my be­hav­ior when­ever I let them play with me,
and while other girls would’ve wanted to be in con­trol in sit­u­a­tions
like these, I didn’t. I wanted them to have con­trol over me. I wanted
them to do what­ever they wanted. They would never hurt me, and I
trusted them. Maybe that was why I felt safe with them.
Wes­son’s fin­gers were gone, and I com­plained by wig­gling my ass.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, cry­ing out when he slapped my ass cheek in­-
stead.
“Don’t rush this, Azula. You know it’s best if we pre­pare you for
this. It’ll only hurt if we don’t,” Wes­son warned.
I sighed. “Fine.”
Thane was ca­ress­ing my ass and back, his fin­gers run­ning along
my skin, be­fore he moved his hand to my belly where he then started
to play with my clit. “I love your pussy so much, Z. But you al­ready
know that.”
I did know. And I loved how much he loved my pussy too. All of
them could never get enough of it. Some­times I would wake up and
find them be­tween my legs, with their heads be­tween my thighs, and
their mouths on my pussy.
It was one of my fa­vorite ways of wak­ing up.
“We usu­ally would de­cide this our­selves, but be­cause you’re be­ing
such a good girl tonight, we’ll let you choose who gets to fuck you in
which hole. So…do you want Thane or me in your ass­hole?”
I moaned as Thane flicked his fin­ger­tips against my clit, need­ing a
mo­ment to think. “You,” I fi­nally said, know­ing he would ap­pre­ci­ate
my ass­hole way more, and Thane would be more com­fort­able fuck­ing
my pussy.
“Good choice,” he replied with a smug grin, then he looked over at
Thane. “Let her get on top of you then.”
Thane moved, ly­ing down on his back, and pulling me over him by
grab­bing my thighs. I felt the food in my stom­ach turn, and the sick­-
ness I was al­ready feel­ing got worse. Still, I wanted this more than
any­thing, so I kept on ig­nor­ing the pain.
I was on top of Thane now, strad­dling him while look­ing at his
hand­some face. Smil­ing, I leaned down and kissed him gen­tly. He re­-
turned the kiss and brushed his tongue along my lower lip, and I
opened up for him, let­ting him ex­plore my mouth.
At this point in our lives, there wasn’t re­ally much left to ex­plore
about each other. We knew one an­other bet­ter than any­one else.
I broke the kiss when Wes­son pulled me back by my hips, press­ing
his crotch against my ass, then he pushed my hips down, and I felt
Thane’s tip at my en­trance. Wes­son was guid­ing me, and us­ing this
mo­ment to take con­trol over Thane as well.
Thane’s cock slid in­side me with ease, inch by inch, un­til his
thighs were touch­ing mine. He buried him­self deep into me, then
stayed that close to let me ad­just to his size.
I clenched my pussy around his shaft, do­ing it in­vol­un­tar­ily, but
mak­ing us both feel in­cred­i­ble. I re­laxed, and I felt him do the same.
“You okay, Zula?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“Yes.”
He looked past me, giv­ing Wes­son a quick nod, then he pulled me
down to his chest, mak­ing me press my up­per body onto his.
I looked over my shoul­der to watch Wes­son po­si­tion him­self be­-
hind me. He was on his knees, rub­bing his hard­ness with one hand
as he took in the scene be­fore him. He licked his lips, then let a drop
of spit fall onto his cock, rub­bing it all over it.
His other hand cupped my ass, and he teased my ass­hole with his
thumb be­fore push­ing it into me one last time, be­fore it was time for
his cock.
He pulled his thumb to the side, stretch­ing my ass­hole. “She’s al­-
ready so damn full, brother,” he told Thane.
I turned my head again and rested it on Thane’s shoul­der. I took a
deep breath as I felt Wes­son’s tip against my en­trance, then held it
when he started to push into me. I felt my­self stretch around him,
and though he was go­ing slow, the burn­ing sen­sa­tion only got greater
as he moved for­ward.
Thane stayed per­fectly still, hold­ing him­self in­side of me.
“Beau­ti­ful,” Wes­son praised as he inched deeper. He ca­ressed my
ass and lower back with his hand while the other held on to my hip.
“Such a good girl, tak­ing both our cocks.”
I closed my eyes and moaned, try­ing my best not to be too loud.
The line be­tween plea­sure and pain was be­com­ing ex­tremely thin,
but I knew the pain would pass. We had done this be­fore, and not
once had they brought me un­bear­able pain. They al­ways looked out
for me.
Thane moved his hands over my back, sooth­ing me. Or him­self. I
couldn’t imag­ine this be­ing very com­fort­able for them. I was tight,
and I couldn’t imag­ine hav­ing a pussy and an­other dick squeeze you
while you tried not to erupt.
I fi­nally breathed out and took a few deep breaths, re­lax­ing my
body as much as pos­si­ble, and al­low­ing Wes­son to push fur­ther into
me.
It took him a mo­ment to be fully in­side me, but af­ter a while, his
cock was fi­nally fill­ing my ass­hole the way Thane’s was fill­ing my
pussy.
Thane held me by the hips as they slowly started to move. Wes­son
pulled back, and when he slowly pushed into me again, Thane pulled
out of me. They had this chore­ographed. It was like a dance. A very
hot and in­tense dance.
Hav­ing them both fuck me at the same time was an over­whelm­ing
sen­sa­tion, and it be­came so in­tense that I sim­ply let them take what
they wanted, let­ting them con­trol my body to the fullest. It wasn’t as
if I could’ve moved or done any­thing to stop them any­way.
This was it. They were al­ready on it, and I just had to wait for an
or­gasm to build.
Wes­son held me down with one hand, my body pressed against
Thane’s chest, and with both their cocks pump­ing into me.
“Fuck, I can feel you in­side of her,” Wes­son said to Thane.
“She’s so damn tight. So tiny,” Thane croaked out.
I loved lis­ten­ing to them talk about me as if I wasn’t right there.
They loved to praise me, and I took in ev­ery lit­tle com­pli­ment I could
get.
 “You en­joy be­ing fucked by us, don’t you?” Wes­son said, groan­ing,
and thrust­ing into me harder.
“Mh-hmm.” I wasn’t able to form words. I moaned softly as an or­-
gasm was start­ing to build in­side of me.
Thane reached be­tween us, some­how reach­ing my clit. He started
to rub it, and it only took sec­onds be­fore I reached my first cli­max. It
hap­pened so un­ex­pect­edly that my head started to spin. But Thane
wasn’t stop­ping there. He con­tin­ued to rub my clit un­til I came a sec­-
ond time, leav­ing me ex­hausted be­fore they even had the chance to
come them­selves.
“Fu­u­uck yes, baby. Squeeze our dicks hard,” Wes­son groaned, his
hands grip­ping my ass tightly.
Their thrusts be­came harder, and I felt them pul­sat­ing in­side of
me.
They were close, but I knew they were try­ing their hard­est to keep
this go­ing for a while longer.
“GAAAH!” Wes­son was the first to come. He stayed buried deep
in­side of me as his warm cum filled me. He pulled back slightly, slap­-
ping my ass hard just to ca­ress the spot he had just hurt.
When Wes­son was gone fully, I turned my head to look back at
him, want­ing to protest. War­ren was be­hind him, and I hadn’t even
heard him un­zip the tent. He looked at me with a stern ex­pres­sion,
but he wasn’t mad. He looked de­ter­mined, and he was al­ready
pulling down his sweat­pants.
“Are you feel­ing good, Azula? Will you let me fuck that tight ass­-
hole too?”
I couldn’t say no, so I nod­ded. I loved Un­cle War­ren, and al­though
I car­ried that same love in me for all the oth­ers, War­ren some­how
held a spe­cial place in my heart.
He pushed his sweat­pants, fol­lowed by his box­ers, and I was
pleased to see that his cock was al­ready hard. He must’ve heard us,
and I bet he was play­ing with his dick long be­fore he de­cided to come
over.
I kept my eyes on him as he rubbed his length, then he took Wes­-
son’s place, kneel­ing be­hind me. His hand rubbed my ass cheek, and
he dipped one fin­ger in­side to col­lect Wes­son’s cum, us­ing it to wet
his cock.
That was fuck­ing hot. I loved when they did things like that. It
showed me that they loved and re­spected each other too, even when
they of­ten ar­gued and fought about lit­tle things.
Thane was still in­side of me, but he pulled back slightly to let War­-
ren push into me. His tip was big­ger than Wes­son’s, and his shaft
thicker. He stretched me as he pushed into me swiftly, and once he
was fully in­side of me, Thane pushed his hips for­ward again.
I could feel Thane’s cock throb, and I knew he was on the edge.
But he en­joyed be­ing on the verge and not al­low­ing him­self to come.
He was tor­tur­ing him­self, but in the end, he would feel in­cred­i­ble.
While War­ren and Thane con­tin­ued to fuck me, Wes­son moved to
my side. He was rub­bing his length, get­ting him­self hard again. For
us, com­ing only once was never an op­tion. We were needy like that.
With his free hand, he cupped my jaw and lifted my head while
guid­ing his cock to my lips. “Open,” he de­manded, push­ing his
thumb into my mouth. He was im­pa­tient tonight.
Once my lips were parted, he re­placed his thumb with his tip, and
slid his cock into my mouth. He put both hands on my head now,
hold­ing it still while he fucked my mouth.
I was now filled in ev­ery pos­si­ble way, mak­ing me feel used. But I
loved it. I was ad­dicted to this feel­ing.
They all thrusted into me, not giv­ing me any time to process their
move­ments. My body felt over­stim­u­lated, and I cried out, need­ing to
let out the pres­sure that was build­ing in­side of me.
They all in­creased their tempo, but Wes­son was the rough­est. His
fin­gers curled around my hair, and his tips hit the back of my throat
ev­ery time he slammed for­ward.
“Fuck, yes,” he mut­tered. “Your throat is so nice to fuck, Z. Out of
all your tight holes, I think I might like this one best.”
I closed my eyes, need­ing to fo­cus on my breath­ing.
Thane’s cum filled my pussy, and when he pulled out, his cum
dripped down my thighs and onto his stom­ach. War­ren kept fuck­ing
me from be­hind, mak­ing me move for­ward with ev­ery thrust, which
made Wes­son’s cock slide deeper down my throat ev­ery time.
He was the next one to come, and he shot his load into my ass­hole,
let­ting his cum mix with Wes­son’s from be­fore.
It was only Wes­son’s cock in­side me now, and he wasn’t slow­ing
down. He kept fuck­ing my mouth, and ev­ery time his tip his the back
of my throat, I had to gag. I was used to this, and I was usu­ally good
at not chok­ing on my own spit, but I had al­ready been feel­ing sick,
and Wes­son slam­ming his dick into my mouth didn’t help.
 There was saliva ev­ery­where, with strings pulling from my lips
and chin all the way to his body, and some drops even rolled down
the front of his legs.
My nails dug into Thane’s shoul­ders as I was try­ing to con­trol my
body, but Wes­son wouldn’t stop, and hold­ing back my din­ner was
be­com­ing hard to do.
“Slow it down, Wes,” Thane warned, but it was al­ready too late.
My throat filled with his cum when my stom­ach felt like emp­ty­ing
it­self, and with all the strength I had left, I pushed Wes­son away
from me and crawled out of the tent just in time. I puked onto the
grass, with my stom­ach twist­ing and turn­ing, and cum run­ning out
of my pussy and ass­hole.
“Easy,” Thane whis­pered as he held back my hair.
“You id­iots.” Reuben had wo­ken up too, and he was kneel­ing next
to me, ca­ress­ing my back. “Should’ve taken it easy on her.”
I heard Wes­son sigh. “Shit.”
“Yeah, shit.” I looked up to find Dad look­ing down at me with wor­-
ried eyes, but his voice was se­ri­ous.
Tears rolled down my cheek, and for the first time, I thought
maybe they had taken it too far. I had let them, but still.
I swal­lowed and wiped the back of my hand over my mouth, shiv­-
er­ing as the taste of my throw up sur­rounded me. A sob es­caped me,
and I looked up at Dad again, silently beg­ging for help.
He took a step closer and reached out for me. He picked me up,
and I curled up against him, let­ting him carry me away. “You’ll be
okay, baby,” he whis­pered.
And while I kept on silently shed­ding tears, I closed my eyes and
blacked out from ex­haus­tion.

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The Raft
The weather had been per­fect the past cou­ple of days, and af­ter I had
re­cov­ered from the in­tense sex we had the first night here, I was able
to en­joy the camp­site too. Dad was the one to take care of me that
night, and he had scolded the oth­ers for what they had done to me.
Of course, I wasn’t mad at them, and it was clear to all of us that
we’d do it again. Sex like that was what de­fined our re­la­tion­ship. It
was a part of us.
Reuben and I were on our way back from the gro­cery store, and
though Dad told us not to buy too much, our wagon was filled with
food. We mostly got snacks and drinks, and shar­ing all that be­tween
the six of us, we’d soon need more.
“Do you think we can go for a swim later? It’s warm to­day,” I said,
look­ing over at Reuben.
“Pretty sure we will. Wes­son said some­thing about go­ing swim­-
ming too.” He smiled at me, then he stopped and reached out his
hand. “Come here. You got some­thing in your hair.”
I stood in front of him and watched his hand move past my face,
and his fin­gers picked some­thing from my hair. When he showed me
the grasshop­per in his hand, I scrunched up my nose. “Ew.”
“Ew?” Reuben chuck­led and let the in­sect back into na­ture. “It’s
just a grasshop­per.”
“Yeah, but it was in my hair. It’s not where it be­longed.”
He smirked and pulled me to him, with his hands mov­ing over my
hips, and then my ass. “You some­times have other things in your hair
that don’t be­long there.”
I knew what he meant. I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t able to hold
back a grin. “You’re right. But I’m okay with those things.”
“Dirty girl,” he mur­mured, smirk­ing as he leaned in to kiss me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body against
him, deep­en­ing the kiss. He slid his tongue into my mouth and
curled it around mine. If it were up to me, we could’ve stayed here to
make out for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t have minded.
We stayed there in the mid­dle of the path, with tents and RV’s sur­-
round­ing us, and peo­ple watch­ing as if we were in a movie. I looked
around when Reuben broke the kiss, and I pursed my lips as I no­-
ticed an el­derly cou­ple watch­ing us.
 “They’re en­joy­ing the show,” I said, get­ting Reuben to look at the
cou­ple.
He chuck­led and cupped my face with both hands, and he pressed
one more kiss to my lips. “Do you think they would still look at us
like that if we told them that we’re cousins? And that your broth­ers
and fa­ther do this to you too?”
I curled down the cor­ners of my mouth and shrugged. “Maybe we
should find out.” I turned to­ward the cou­ple sit­ting out­side their RV,
and I used my fore­fin­ger to point be­tween Reuben and me. “We’re
cousins!” I called out, but they didn’t seem to have un­der­stood. So I
tried again.
“We’re ac­tual cousins! By blood! And I also kiss my bro–”
Reuben cov­ered my mouth with his hand while his other arm
wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his other side.
He laughed. “Stop that shit, Zula. They’ll re­port us.”
I freed my­self from his arms and grinned up at him. “They won’t.
They’re too old to ac­tu­ally care.”
I grabbed the han­dle and started pulling the wagon, but Reuben
quickly took over, wrap­ping his other arm around my shoul­ders.
“We still have to be care­ful. You know not ev­ery­one un­der­stands
us.”
“I know, I know. But they were old. They prob­a­bly are cousins
them­selves. Back then it was nor­mal, no?”
Reuben laughed again, squeez­ing me tighter to his side. “Prob­a­-
bly. I don’t know.”
We got back to our camp­site, and I saw Thane and Wes­son al­ready
swim­ming in the wa­ter. I sighed, walk­ing past Dad and War­ren,
throw­ing my hands into the air. “I thought we wanted to go in to­-
gether!” I called out.
Wes­son turned to look at me, and I saw him grin from where he
was swim­ming on the spot. “Shouldn’t have taken so fuck­ing long to
get gro­ceries. Did you get lost out there?”
“No, we just…” I sighed, an­noyed with my old­est brother. “You
could’ve waited!”
“Stop whin­ing and just get in!” Wes­son called back.
“We only just got in our­selves, Zula,” Thane as­sured me with a
smile. “Come on. You too, Reuben. The wa­ter’s per­fect.”
I turned to head back to my tent to get out my bikini. I didn’t
bother go­ing in to change. I pulled the dress I was wear­ing over my
head and got rid of my panties be­fore slid­ing into my bikini.
“Daddy, can you help me?” I asked, hold­ing up the thin straps of
my bikini’s top.
He looked at me and nod­ded, then he came over and stood be­hind
me, ty­ing my top while I held my hair up. “You be care­ful in the wa­-
ter, okay? No mess­ing around. Don’t want any­thing to hap­pen to
you.”
He turned me around once he was done, and I looked up at him
with a smile. “We’ll be care­ful. We al­ways are, Dad.”
“Good.” His hands rested on my hips, and I placed my hands on
his chest. The sun was shin­ing down on us, and it re­minded me that I
still needed to put on sun­screen.
“Oh! I have to put sun­screen on.”
“Let me help you with that.” He pressed a kiss to my fore­head,
then went to grab the sun­screen from his tent.
I barely got tan in the sum­mer, and red was the only color I turned
when­ever I was in the sun for too long or didn’t put on sun­screen.
Freck­les cov­ered my face, shoul­ders, arms, and legs, and they be­-
came darker ev­ery day. My hair be­came brighter too, whereas in the
win­ter, my fiery hair turned darker.
I was the equiv­a­lent of a gin­ger, and while when I was a kid that
wasn’t al­ways fun to be, I learned to love my­self the way I was.
“Turn around,” Dad de­manded, squeez­ing a pud­dle of sun­screen
into the palm of his hand.
I did as I was told and turned my back to him. I watched Wes­son
and Thane swim over to the raft in the mid­dle of the lake. It was fur­-
ther away than the one on our lake, and I started to hate the idea of
swim­ming all the way out there alone.
Reuben walked over to us in only his swim shorts, and I stopped
him by hold­ing out my hand. “Can you wait, please?”
He looked at me and nod­ded. “Of course. It’s far more out there
than our raft, huh? It’s go­ing to be a long swim.”
I was a good swim­mer, but I wasn’t the big­gest fan of deep wa­ters.
I got scared eas­ily, think­ing any sec­ond some­thing could pull me un­-
der wa­ter, mak­ing me drown. I knew it was a silly fear to have, but I
couldn’t help it.
“Stay close to her when you swim out there,” Dad told Reuben.
He put cream all over my shoul­ders and back, then he did my
arms and legs. When he was done, he turned me back around and
put more sun­screen on his hand be­fore rub­bing it onto my stom­ach
and chest. I watched him as his eyes fol­lowed his hands, and I
dropped my gaze when he pushed them in­side my top, mas­sag­ing my
tits as if they needed sun­screen too.
“Can’t ever be too care­ful. With that thin bikini fab­ric and your
del­i­cate skin, we don’t want to risk any­thing, do we?”
I shook my head and pressed my lips into a thin line when he
pinched one nip­ple. He rolled it be­tween his fin­ger and thumb, and
my clit pul­sated in re­sponse.
Dad watched me closely while he con­tin­ued to touch my tits, and
he took a step closer, reach­ing out his other hand to cup my pussy.
“If you swim all the way out there to that raft, stay there. I want a
taste of this sweet cunt, and I think I want to taste it out there.”
I bit my lower lip and grabbed on to his shoul­ders be­cause my legs
were about to give in. I loved when he promised me things like that.
“Okay.” I moaned when his fin­gers pushed against my clit over the
fab­ric, and I cir­cled my hips, need­ing to feel more.
“Needy girl,” Dad mur­mured, low­er­ing his head to rest his fore­-
head on mine. Our eyes locked, and the in­tense stare he held on mine
shook me down to my core. Mo­ments like these were ones I’d trea­-
sure for­ever, and the looks we ex­changed of­ten said more than any
words could.
“Give me a kiss,” he de­manded, and I did not hes­i­tate.
I stood on my tip­toes and put my lips on his, kiss­ing him pas­sion­-
ately as he pressed me up against his body. His hands moved to my
ass, and he squeezed it tightly when his tongue came out to play.
He dipped it deep into my mouth, and I moaned again as his fin­-
gers dug deeper into my skin. A groan es­caped him just be­fore he
broke the kiss. “Go. I’ll be there later.”
I looked at him for a mo­ment, and af­ter tak­ing a deep breath, I fol­-
lowed Reuben to the wa­ter.
“No mat­ter how ob­sessed we are with you, Viggo’s more ob­-
sessed,” he told me with a smirk.
I knew that. It was true. Out of all of them, Dad was the most ob­-
sessed–or bet­ter said, pos­ses­sive over me. But he had to be. He was
my daddy af­ter all.
I dipped my toes into the wa­ter, sur­prised that it wasn’t too cold.
See­ing as the camp­site was lo­cated in the moun­tains, I had ex­pected
the wa­ter to be way colder, but I fig­ured the sun did a lot to warm up
the lake.
Reuben walked back­wards, grin­ning at me as he let him­self fall
into the wa­ter, and with­out hes­i­ta­tion, I fol­lowed suit.
Smil­ing, I turned onto my back and floated for a while, look­ing up
into the bright blue sky. Reuben then ap­peared, and he put his arms
un­der me, help­ing me float. “You ready to swim out there?”
I nod­ded and turned around again, let­ting him pull me fur­ther out
be­fore swim­ming on my own. Reuben was in front of me, and he kept
look­ing back to check on me ev­ery cou­ple of sec­onds.
He was be­ing pro­tec­tive, and I love that about him.
Wes­son and Thane were on the raft, en­joy­ing the sun shin­ing
down on them. Wes­son didn’t have to be as care­ful in the sun as
Thane and I, and I loved how tan he got in the sum­mer. Thane
looked hot too though, even when his face got a lit­tle too red.
I was ex­hausted when we got to the raft, and once I made it up the
lad­der, Thane reached out for my hand to steady me. I was breath­ing
heav­ily once I sat down next to him, and Thane chuck­led.
“Je­sus, Zula, you need to work on your fit­ness. You sound out of
shape.”
I scrunched up my nose. “Hey, I’m do­ing just fine, thank you!”
We laughed and let our­selves down to lie on the wood. Reuben
stood over me, his hair drip­ping down on me. “You did great, Z. That
was a long swim,” he praised be­fore he sat down on my other side.
Wes­son had moved, and he was now ly­ing at our heads. I turned
my head to look at him and saw him propped up on his el­bows, with
his eyes look­ing down at me. “We saw you with Dad. Do you know if
he’s still mad at us for be­ing so rough with you that night?”
I could tell he felt sorry for it, but then, it had been an al­most nor­-
mal night for us. We pushed bound­aries and lim­its, and we re­cov­ered
from it ev­ery time.
“No, I don’t think he’s mad. I told him I en­joyed it. Well, un­til you
made me throw up. He said he wants to be there the next time you do
some­thing like that so he can make sure I’m okay.” I smiled at him
and reached out my hand to run it though his damp hair. I didn’t
want him to feel bad about it.
“Good thing he’s on his way here then. So he can make sure you’ll
be okay,” he said, smirk­ing. He leaned down to kiss me, and I got ex­-
cited when I re­al­ized where this was head­ing.
 Back home, we of­ten had sex on the beach. No­body cared there.
Our com­mu­nity was dif­fer­ent, and it was al­ways hard to ex­plain the
dy­nam­ics us trailer park peo­ple had with each other. It al­lowed us to
live life the way we wanted to, with­out any­one judg­ing us.
Hav­ing sex on the raft with strangers around us be­ing able to
watch us was scan­dalous though, and the fact that we were a fam­ily
and no­body had a clue made this all even more ex­cit­ing.
Even though Thane was the shi­est out of all of us, he didn’t seem
to mind join­ing in. He pulled down my bikini, ex­pos­ing my tits. Wes­-
son kept kiss­ing me, and he deep­ened the kiss af­ter a while, ex­plor­-
ing my mouth with his tongue.
Thane’s mouth was on my right nip­ple, suck­ing it in, and swirling
his tongue around it. He nib­bled on it be­fore us­ing his tongue again,
and I smiled into Wes­son’s kiss. I loved hav­ing them touch me at the
same time. It gave me a sense of com­fort. I sim­ply loved their af­fec­-
tion, and they all gave it to me in a dif­fer­ent way.
The raft tilted as Reuben got up, and he put his hands on my
knees to part them, kneel­ing be­tween them. “Keep them open for me,
Z,” he told me.
I kept my legs open for him, and he quickly un­tied the knots hold­-
ing my bikini bot­tom in place. Once they were un­tied, he pulled my
bot­toms off my body.
Wes­son broke the kiss, and I looked down at Reuben, his soft eyes
look­ing at me. “We will be gen­tle this time if you want us to be,” he
told me, but I quickly shook my head.
“Please don’t,” I breathed.
Reuben low­ered his head and kissed my in­ner thighs be­fore lick­-
ing through my slit, then he started to do things I couldn’t de­scribe.
He was good with his tongue, and he al­ways man­aged to make me
come. This time, though, I wanted to hold back my first or­gasm for
as long as pos­si­ble.
“I want all of you tonight. I want Dad and Un­cle War­ren too,” I
said, look­ing back up at Wes­son.
He nod­ded and glanced over his shoul­der, and I looked past him
to see Dad come up the lad­der.
“Where’s War­ren? Z wants all of us,” Wes­son told him.
“He’s still on the beach but he said he’ll be here in a minute,” Dad
replied as he crouched down next to me. He eyed me closely and
brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “You sure you want this? It
will be in­tense.”
I slowly nod­ded, tak­ing in his hand­some face. “I want this,” I as­-
sured him.
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my lips.
Thane con­tin­ued to suck and play with my tit, and mas­sag­ing the
other with his hand, pinch­ing my nip­ple hard.
I moaned, arch­ing my back, and push­ing my hips for­ward when
Reuben’s tongue flicked against my clit.
“Stay still,” Wes­son de­manded, press­ing my body back onto the
wood with his hand on my stom­ach. “Let us make you come a few
times be­fore you take our cocks.”
“Fine,” I mur­mured, not amused by them not let­ting me move.
Dad placed a hand on my throat and squeezed gen­tly. “Open your
mouth,” he or­dered. He had al­ready pulled out his cock, and he had
rubbed it enough to harden it.
I opened my mouth and let him push his hard­ness in­side. He
groaned, watch­ing his cock dis­ap­pear in my mouth. “Fuck, that
pretty mouth feels so good, baby.”
He started to thrust in and out of my mouth in slow mo­tions,
muf­fling my moans ev­ery time his tip slid all the way to the back of
my throat. My or­gasm was build­ing al­ready, and though I had
wanted to hold back, I couldn’t stop it. Reuben flicked his tongue two
more times, and an or­gasm ex­ploded in­side of me.
I moved my hips, try­ing to get away from his mouth, but he held
on tight to my hips, un­abling me to move. The or­gasm con­tin­ued,
and it be­came more in­tense as he kept play­ing with my clit un­til he
fi­nally pulled away.
They all con­tin­ued to touch me, and Dad kept on fuck­ing my
mouth. While mak­ing him­self feel good, he was also help­ing to keep
me quiet. I knew we al­ready had an au­di­ence, but we were far out.
Reuben was still be­tween my thighs, and in just a cou­ple of min­-
utes, he had man­aged to make me come three times. My body was
get­ting tired al­ready, though none of them had fucked me yet.
“Is she ready?” I heard War­ren say as the raft tilted again.
“Yes,” Dad said, pulling his cock out of my mouth while he looked
down at me. Strings of spit stretched from my lips all the way to his
shaft, and I licked my lips, need­ing to swal­low all the saliva that had
formed in my mouth.
 I tasted Dad’s pre­cum too. I couldn’t get enough of it.
I smiled up at them, ready for them to fi­nally fuck me.
As if they had this all chore­ographed, they all got up and stood
around me. Dad reached down to turn me onto my stom­ach, then he
pulled me up, mak­ing me get on all four.
War­ren placed two fin­gers un­der my chin, mak­ing me look up at
him. “You stay ex­actly like this while we fuck you. You don’t move,
not even an inch. You un­der­stand?” His voice was deeper than usual,
and he sounded more se­ri­ous too.
I nod­ded. “Yes, I un­der­stand.”
I was so turned on by this sit­u­a­tion that I de­cided to em­brace it. I
had to. Oth­er­wise, all of this would turn ugly.
Dad was get­ting in po­si­tion be­hind me, with one knee on the floor
and the other propped up. He rubbed his length, then guided his tip
to my en­trance, teas­ing me be­fore fi­nally push­ing into my pussy.
My broth­ers and Reuben were stand­ing around us, watch­ing it all
go down while rub­bing their cocks too.
I clenched my pussy when Das slid into me slowly, and he buried
him­self in­side of me, let­ting me feel his balls against my clit.
I moaned loudly when he pulled back and thrusted into me hard,
sur­pris­ing me.
Dad groaned and slapped my ass. “You wanted this. Now take it
like a good girl.”
I looked back up at War­ren when he squeezed two fin­gers against
my cheeks, forc­ing me to open my mouth. He had pulled his shorts
down, and once he was kneel­ing in front of me the way Dad was be­-
hind me, he pushed his cock into my mouth.
His hand then cupped the side of my head, grip­ping a fist­ful of my
hair to hold me in place. I moaned again, whin­ing when Dad
stopped. War­ren pushed deeper, and I gagged when his tip hit the
back of my throat.
That sound made Dad pause for a sec­ond, but when he no­ticed
how re­laxed I was, he con­tin­ued to slam into me.
“Fuck,” I head Thane mut­ter from be­side me, and I tired to turn
my head to­ward him, need­ing to look at him. He was squeez­ing his
tip, with pre­cum al­ready leak­ing out.
“Eyes on me,” War­ren de­manded, cup­ping my jaw with his free
hand to make me look up at him. He was still fuck­ing my mouth, and
he had an in­tense look on his face. “I will come, and you will swal­low
ev­ery drop. That’s what you want, no? You like when we fill you up
with our cum, don’t you?”
I was able to nod, and just a few mo­ments later, his warm cum
filled my mouth. It had no way to go other than down, and so I swal­-
lowed it, drink­ing it all.
War­ren pulled his cock out and stepped to the side, let­ting Thane
take his place.
He didn’t have to ask for per­mis­sion. My mouth was al­ready wide
open, ready to take his cock.
Thane was more care­ful when he mouth-fucked me, but I en­joyed
it just the same. Dad was still fuck­ing me from be­hind, and he
slapped my ass again be­fore I felt his shaft pul­sate in­side of me.
A loud moan left his chest when he erupted in­side of me, fill­ing
my pussy with his cum. He groaned and buried him­self deep into me
un­til there was no more cum leak­ing out of him.
He then pulled out of me, and my legs started to shake. I hadn’t
had an­other or­gasm, but I was too fo­cused on what they were do­ing
to me.
“It’s my turn next,” Wes­son said, po­si­tion­ing him­self be­hind me.
He did the same Dad had done, and once he emp­tied him­self as
well, it was Reuben’s turn.
At some point, I had lost count of how many times they had
fucked me. They kept tak­ing turns, and I stopped car­ing about whose
cock was in which hole.
I just wanted to feel them all.
My legs started to shake more, and I ac­cepted the fact that I wasn’t
go­ing to come again. There was too much hap­pen­ing, and my body
could only take so much. The guys, on the other hand, had come
again, shoot­ing their loads onto my back. Their cum was drip­ping all
over.
“She’s done,” Dad said, and when they all took a step away from
me, I col­lapsed.
I was ly­ing flat on my stom­ach, with my arms over my head, and
my legs spread wide open. I didn’t want to move, but Dad de­manded
for me to turn around.
“Get on your back. Let us see that pretty face while we fin­ish this
off.”
I col­lected all my strength and turned over, look­ing up at them.
They were all stand­ing around me, rub­bing their cocks. Their eyes
were on my body. Dur­ing all of this, none of them had ever stopped
car­ing about my well-be­ing. Their eyes were filled with so much love
and ad­mi­ra­tion, but there was a hint of ob­ses­sion and pos­ses­sive­ness
in them as well.
Their cum was ooz­ing out of me, rolling down be­tween my ass
cheeks. Hav­ing their re­leases in­side of me al­ways felt amaz­ing, and I
could never get enough of it.
I wasn’t sure if they were go­ing to come again, but when I looked
at Thane who had taken a step closer, I knew he was about to come
one last time. He rubbed his cock fast un­til his re­lease landed on my
stom­ach, and War­ren did the same.
Dad, Reuben, and Thane weren’t stroking their cocks to or­gasm.
They were wait­ing on some­thing else to build in­side of them. The
urge to piss was writ­ten all over their faces.
“Open your mouth,” Dad de­manded, and I opened my mouth just
be­fore their hot piss cov­ered my body and face.
Our love had never been nor­mal. At least not to the out­side world.
We knew not ev­ery­one would agree with the way we loved, but it
never mat­tered to us what oth­ers thought.
This was our love.
Our fam­ily.
And noth­ing would ever tear us apart.

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