If this story looks familiar to you, it's because it was published once before. I had it removed for editing purposes, but now it's back, and its bigger and better than it was before! Stay tuned for all the fun this multi-chapter series has to offer.
DAY ONE
Hot tub truth or dare begins
After riding in the backseat for nearly nine hours straight, my ass was officially numb, but thankfully, we were almost to our cabin.
"Ten minutes," Dad announced from behind the steering wheel, after passing the Lake Timberland road sign.
As we trekked the last few miles, I peered out the backseat window of our suv, admiring the scenic landscape. Lake Timberland had been home to each and every one of our summer vacations. Mom and Dad claimed to have discovered it on their honeymoon years ago. After that, they vowed to buy a cabin there and return to it every summer, or so the story goes.
Reflecting back, I was grateful to have spent so much of my childhood along the shores of beautiful Lake Timberland. The outdoor activities of hiking, fishing, and swimming in the water are some of my fondest memories.
My tranquil thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by the latest in hundreds of heavy sighs coming from my little sister's side of the backseat. She too was gazing out her backseat window, except she acted as if her life was slipping away with each mile. Lets just say, she wasn't as thrilled about spending another vacation at the family lake house as much as I was. A few days prior, she'd been invited on a trip to Florida where all her friends had rented an airbnb as the venue for a post graduation beach party. There was just one problem with that plan, it was the same exact week Dad had planned our current, annual family vacation.
It came as no surprise when Molly's pleading request to join her friends was immediately shot down by Dad. It ended up becoming a big argument between them, only ending after Dad gave his famous "As long as you're living under my roof, you'll do as I say" speech. Everyone knows that once he says that, his decision is final. Molly was left with nothing to do but sit and stew on it for a few days.
As huffy as she may have been, I knew her peeved attitude would be short lived, and things would all blow over once we got settled into the cabin. I guess I can't really blame her for being upset, though, what eighteen-year-old wouldn't want to spend a week in Florida, partying with friends?
As we approched the final turn to the cabin, our Mother, Rebecca, turned to face us from the front passenger seat. "Now, when we get to the cabin you guys," she began, speaking directly to Molly first, "you and I will head inside and get the place cleaned up a bit, okay?"
Molly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know, Mom, I know the stupid routine."
Mom glared at her for a brief moment before peering over at me with a genuine smile. "Danny, sweetie, why don't you just help your father unload the truck, okay?"
"Sure thing," I said, returning her a smile.
Ten minutes later, just as Dad had said, he made the final turn onto our cabin road and crept down the long, densely wooded lane. As soon as he put the truck in park, we all spilled out of it like sardines in a tin can.
I stretched my aching arms high in the sky, inhaling the wonderful scent of pine-infused mountain air.
Right away, Mom and Molly disappeared into the cabin, getting each room powdered up for the week ahead. Outside, Dad and I started unloading the vehicle. We had to be careful not to let everything spill out as we lifted the rear hatch. I swear everything we owned was shoved in there- pillows, blankets, fishing gear, coolers, you name it...
Dad unloaded all the fishing gear, then filled the hot tub, while I carried all our luggage inside. Our cabin is laid out pretty simple. It has an open floor plan with the kitchen and living room conjoined, creating one big spacious area. Just off the kitchen area is a sliding glass door that leads outside to a large wooden deck with our hot tub overlooking the lake. The view from the hot tub is as beautiful as any postcard.
Mom and Dad claim the master suite, next to the bathroom, while Molly and I sleep on the twin beds provided up in the loft, which overlooks the main level.
Dad and I unloaded the vehicle faster than I thought we would. The last two bags of luggage left to carry in, was my suitcase, and a small handbag of Molly's that snapped shut by a single button. I pulled up on the extendable handle at the top of my suitcase and wheeled both bags through the main level, over to the bottom of the ladder that leads up to mine and Molly's shared loft.
I'm sure I looked pretty funny struggling to carry both bags up the ladder at the same time. Molly's bag blocked me from seeing anything in front of my face, so when I reached the last rung of the ladder, I didn't realize I was already at the top and I blindly took a step forward onto the nonexistent rung. I fell face first, of course, landing on my suitcase. Molly's bag slammed to the ground and everything inside of it flew out.
"Hey Careful!" Molly cried from across the loft, rushing over to her personal belongings suddenly scattered across the floor.
I sensed panic in her voice and followed her gaze to the middle of the mess. There, scattered across the floor in front of me, was an assortment of plastic makeup thingies, a straightening iron, a few hair ties, and-Oh-My-God! At first glance, I thought it was some sort of toothbrush case, but soon realized it wasn't a toothbrush case at all, it was Molly's pink rubber dildo (the thing that ultimately changed the course of this whole family vacation), and for the life of me, I couldn't look away.
Molly frantically dropped to her knees and scooped it up, throwing it back into her bag. She then shot me a look of horror.
I fed her a blank stare, giving her no indication that I realized what she was trying to hide from me, when really, a series of dumbfounded questions flooded my mind-
"My sister has a dildo?" "Why does she have a dildo?" "When did she get it?" "More importantly, why would she bring it on vacation?"
I couldn't quite tell what was going through her mind at the time, but she didn't say a word to me either, she just stared at me with the same blank stare I was giving her.
"Sorry." Was all I said, getting up off the floor.
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The sun was down by the time we got settled in. Molly still hadn't retreated from the seclusion of our shared loft. I think she wanted space, where she could sulk in peace, distancing herself from the rest of us and our positive attitudes. Either way, we gave her her space.
Mom and I finished up odds and ends throughout the cabin, while Dad sat at the table, forming a shopping list.
After a few moments, Dad looked up from the table. "Hmm, I can't think of anything else," he said, lightly tapping his pen on the pad of paper. He peered over at Mom and me. "Honey, can you think of anything specific we need from the store?"
This was part of the routine- Mom and Dad would always go on a big grocery run once we got settled into the cabin. It was important to them that we bought all our food from the local supermarket vs wasting precious cargo space by hauling it from home.
"How about some wine?" Mom suggested.
"And some beer," I quickly added.
Dad shot us a knowing smirk. "Already on the list," he said, pointing to where he'd already written it on the paper.
I wasn't much of a drinker, but I liked to throw a few cold-ones back on special occasions like this.
"MOLLY," Dad hollered up at the loft. "YOUR MOTHER AND I ARE LEAVING SOON. DO YOU WANT ANYTHING SPECIFIC FROM THE GROCERY STORE?"
Molly leaned her upper body over the banister. "Nope!" she retorted, not allowing Dad the satisfaction of fulfilling her requests.
Dad chuckled. "Alrighty then."
That being settled, Mom and Dad were soon out the door. The closest town was a rustic mountain town named
West Timberland.
Between the curvy roads, and reduced speed limits, I knew they wouldn't be back for at least an hour.
A few minutes later, Molly climbed down from the loft, dressed in nothing but a black string bikini.
I knew what that meant- Molly's routine was to head for the hot tub as soon as we got settled in.
"I'm going for a dip," she confirmed as she walked past the dining table that I was sitting at.
Unashamedly, I let my eyes follow her bikini clad ass until it disappeared through the sliding glass door. Yes, I'll admit it, my sister has a nice ass. I know I'm not supposed to have those thoughts about my own sibling, but I was too far gone at that point in my life to think anything different. Whenever my friends would tease me about how hot she is, I'd simply disagree, then slug them in the arm.
Let's just say Molly is a fit, brunette beauty with average size tits and a perfectly sculpted ass that I really like to ogle at, and speaking of her sculpted ass that I really liked to ogle at, a dip in the hot tub suddenly didn't sound so bad. I threw on a pair of trunks, grabbed a towel, and went to join her. Unfortunately, she was already fully submerged in shoulder deep water when I stepped outside.
"BUBBLES!!" she shouted with a renewed smile.
I laughed.
BUBBLES
