The sun was just beginning to rise on this clear summer day. I had planned an overnight camping trip to mountains with my family, but at the last minute, my wife couldn't go due to an emergency at work. My daughter still wanted to go, and asked if she could bring her friend. The wife thought it was a good idea, so off to the mountains we went. I was looking forward to getting away from the busy city. The mountains would be refreshing.
When I was in college, I enjoyed exploring the back roads of the mountains. Some were really just firebreaks. It was great fun to head into the wilderness, unsure of what one might find. I recalled exploring a particular road that lead to a beautiful lake, and I was sure my four-wheel drive Jeep would get us there if the road still existed. One thing for sure, if I did find the lake, we would be the only ones there. We had driven about 2 hours when I saw the overgrown entrance to road. No one had been on it for years. It looked passable; so I turned onto the road. We were looking for an adventure. What we got was so much more than we could have ever guessed.
The road was in terrible shape. We had to move a small fallen tree that blocked our path. The going was rough and slow, and I was hoping we would find the clearing I remembered. I didn't want to drive the jeep backwards for miles to get out of there since the road was too narrow to turn around. We came over a rise and there it was. The clearing afforded a view of a very beautiful lake. It was just as I remembered it years ago. The girls in the back seat, as if in tune with each other just said,
"Wow!"
I had to laugh. I found a nice place to set up camp and stopped the Jeep.
My daughter Char was the first one out. She is an eighteen-year-old blonde with brown eyes. She took after her mother with good-sized breasts, a well shaped body, topped off with a beautiful smile. Her friend, Lori, is a redhead with piercing deep green eyes. I have to admit, I've had a few very hot fantasies about her while making love to my wife. As I shot my load deep into my wife, I imagined it was Lori's fertile unprotected womb I was filling with my seed. I could almost feel her wrapping her teenage legs around me crying out,
"Fill me with your hot seed, I love to feel you cum inside of me...."
If my wife had even suspected such fantasies, I would have been sleeping with the dog.
The girls put on their bikinis and found a place to get some sun. I couldn't help notice they both had turned into very sexy young ladies. Lori's milky white breasts practically flowed over the top of her tiny bikini, which was a breathtaking sight. Rather than embarrass myself with the hard-on I was sporting, I decided to explore the lake shore. I made plans to enjoy some of the best fishing I'd had in years. I walked along the shoreline, kicking a pebble here and there, and stared down at the water looking for signs of life. I was about hundred feet away from the girls when I looked up and saw him.
It was a teenage boy. I guessed he was hunting; he carried an old rifle. But what caught my attention were his two companions. Walking with him where two of the largest rabbits I had ever seen. They had long light brown hair and stood two and half feet tall. They followed him like two trained dogs. I had never seen anything like this. By now, the girls had also noticed him and came running up to me, their full breasts bouncing in their small bikini tops. They called to him and he started our way, rabbits following. As he got closer, I saw he had blonde hair, blue eyes, and stood about 5 foot 9 inches tall. He was an extremely good-looking kid. This was something that had not escaped the girl's attention. They were whispering and giggling as he approached.
Everything about him seemed out of place. First, he was here at what should have been a deserted lake. And then there were his oversized rabbits that acted more like dogs! His hair looked uncut, and his clothes where clean, but definitely looked homemade and very old fashioned. One might guess the styling was straight out of the early 1900s. As he approached, it was obvious he was staring at the girls. I couldn't blame him; they stood there almost naked in their thin bikinis. Both girls had turned a bright shade of red, looking as if they wished for a way to cover up. But there was none.
He stopped right in front on me, reached out his hand and said,
"
Matthew... Matthew Worthy. Glad to meet you."
He just looked me in the eye waiting for my reply.
"I'm
Bill, and this is my daughter Char and her friend Lori. We came up here to camp over night. I am very surprised to find anyone else up here."
Matthew looked at the girls and gave them a big smile. He said,
"I was born out here. We have a village up that there valley a ways. Maybe twenty-five families. You're the first outsiders I have ever seen. My father was an outsider; he came here in the 30s. At least that is what he says. Would you like to visit our village? You would be more than welcome."
I liked this kid. He just seemed so open and friendly. Nothing like the city kids. Without thinking I said
, "
Sure we would love to visit your town, but the girls need to change clothes"
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Matthew said,
"
They are the prettiest girls I have ever seen, but it is embarrassing seeing so much of them at once"
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I laughed but the girls turned red and just ran to the Jeep to change clothes. I couldn't help but stare at those oversized rabbits.
Matthew said,
"
I bet they are the biggest you ever seen... lots of things grow big in the valley."
About that time, the girl's came back wearing tight blue jeans and tees shirts. They looked very hot. I turned to the girls and said, "
We came up here for an adventure; looks like we found one!"
Matthew lead the way up the valley, with the girls staying right next to him. It was the girls and the rabbits fighting to see who could get closer to Matthew. He led us over a small hill and soon we were on a trail that appeared better worn the further we walked. After about an hour, we broke into a lovely valley with a stream running down the middle and cabins spread out on the hillsides. Most were log cabins but some were constructed of stone. It looked untouched, like a picture from the early 1800's. Matthew led us to one of the cabins and called out, "
Father, we have visitors, outsiders"
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A blond-headed man, looking to be in his late thirties, came outside. Matthew said,
"
This is my father, Henry Worthy"
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