All persons in this story are above 18. I dont condone all acts in this story, but in that, its just a story. Note to readers, this story contains acts such as group sex, cream pies, and incest.
This will be an ongoing story, this is only the first part. Night One of the trip.
Another note: Chapter 1 and Chapter 3 happen at the same time in the evening.
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A Family Trip
Chapter 1
"Holy Fuck!"
"My god.. I've never..been fucked.. like that!"
"What a week!"
Now that was the culmination of the last week. Fall break in our house will never be the same. Our new family lay sprawled out in the den, fireplace blazing, clothes long gone, breathing heavy. The scent of sex thoroughly hung in the air, bodies covered in sweat and come. This wasn't how we planned this week vacation, but boy were we thrilled with the outcome.
Before we get too far, let's go back to the beginning. It was a week before fall break for the kids in college. My dad, Phil, and his new wife, Morgan, were planning a trip to a cabin in the woods. A week for us all to get to know each other. They just recently got married a few months ago and with school, her twin daughters, Ashley and Brianna, and I haven't had much time to get to know each other except the small bit at the wedding.
The Friday before the break we all met up at the parents house, the girls lived in the dorms at college and I lived with a roommate to cut costs of rent.
"Hey Greggo!" My dad called as I entered the house with my suitcases. His nickname for me since I was a kid, and it kind of stuck.
"Hey Pops!" I replied. My reply each time he called me Greggo.
"Throw your bags into the truck, the girls will be here soon," Phil replied, "they are grabbing some last minute supplies."
"Aight Pops!" I called back and put my suitcase in the back of the truck. I didn't pack much knowing it's a week at a cabin and a nice stream nearby. So just a few pairs of clothes, swim trunks, the essentials.
After loading my stuff to n the truck, I head back inside, grab a Coke bottle from the fridge, pop the cap off and enjoy the cold beverage at the table.
"This is going to be a great week!" I thought to myself. Little did I know it wasn't going to be how I planned it.
About thirty minutes later my dad's wife, Morgan, came in the door and smiled.
"How's my new step-son?" She said with a slight laugh.
"Doing good, just polished off this bottle, ready to rumble!" I replied.
"The girls are loading up the supplies then we can all head out." She said, then turned to her husband, "We taking two cars?" She emphasized the last word with a wink.
"Sure! The kids can drive the truck and I can ride with you!" He said back, with his try at a wink, which went quite noticed.
"Let's get some rest, we leave early morning," Morgan said as the girls came in. "Who wants the couch?"
"I'll take it," Greg replied and walked to the living room and plopped down. "See you guys in morning!"
Morgan and Phil headed up to their room, him patting her butt as they climbed the stairs. The twins took the guest room downstairs.
Greg took off his shirt, unbuttoned his pants and took them off and laid down on the couch. A grabbed a small throw and covered his boxers and chest and put some music on his phone and tried to relax. About 10 minutes pass and he couldn't get tired. He peered over the couch to make sure no one was watching and slipped his boxers down enough to release his cock. Nothing too spectacular, average in length and girth, he doesn't mind. He never really had problems in the ladies department, so that was always a plus. He wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking it to make it fully hard. Being a grower, he takes a bit to get it full mast. Greg closed his eyes, letting his mind wander as his hand takes over, slowly stroking his cock, growing harder and harder. His breathing picked up as his moved his hand faster, his balls tightening. A small moan escaped his lips as he arched up as he moved his hand faster as he erupted. Spurt after spurt ripped free of his cock as he lay flat, drained and exhausted.
"Need a towel to clean up there big boy?"
His eyes shot open and looked around to see Brianna standing at the couch, a wet washcloth in her hand.
"Holy crap! I... didn't know... anyone was here..." Greg sputtered, trying to cover his cock and the mess at hand.
"I came out for water and heard the moaning. I couldn't help but looking, and my was I glad I did. Step-brother be damned, you were hot. I grabbed a washcloth to help you." She replied as she tossed the cloth to Greg.
"Thank you... I guess," he said as he washed up, not worrying about covering up. "Though, it's unfair you've seen me." He added with a smirk.
"That can be fixed, but I didn't want to interfere." She replied.
"Oh? This I have to see," Greg smiled as he slid his softening cock back into his boxers and sat up. "Though aren't you worried about us being family?"
"Only a little, but there is no blood relation. So long as we just look, I would think we would be fine. Just don't let the rentals know." She replied.
She moved to the couch, lifting her nightgown and sat down. "You sure you want to see this?" She asked as she pointed to herself, "I'm rather large."
"You are sexy," he replied. "And bigger women are so much better. You are exactly what I want to see."
