Sasha arrived at our house at 9 p.m. and helped with the loading of the stuff into the truck and the boat. All she had was a small duffel bag of stuff, that's all she would need. She wore shorts, a tank top and a zip front hoodie and flip flop sandals.
We were finally able to leave home at about 5 a.m., Friday for the 8 hour drive to Lake Mead. By arriving on Friday, we would have an extra day to move upriver from the marina without fighting the traffic on the highway or on the lake. Towing the 17 foot tri-hull runabout would add a little time to the trip, because I like to take it easy on the truck and on the trailer, but having the little boat along always makes the vacation more fun.
The drive to Lake Mead was totally uneventful, but we made a gas and coffee stop in Barstow and stopped for breakfast in Baker. The "tallest thermometer in the world" told us that the temperature was already 85 degrees, and it was only 9 a.m.
Instead of going all the way into Vegas, we took the Henderson exit from I15 and headed toward the lake. But first we had to stop at the large supermarket for a few perishables and lots of ice.
We arrived in Echo Bay at 1:00 p.m. The marina was quiet and peaceful but starting to get busy with some of the rental houseboats returning a little earlier than necessary. The upper parking lot was pretty full and there were a few small boats lined up along the dock, waiting for their trailers to be brought down the ramp so they could be hauled out. The temperature was in the low 90s but it felt warmer. I couldn't wait to get on the lake where we could shed the now sticky damp clothes we had on.
We unloaded most of the supplies into the runabout as soon as Trev and I launched it. The rest we carted down to the dock for loading directly onto the houseboat. It was nice having so many people to make the trips back and forth and yet to have someone standing by the ever growing pile of stuff on the dock.
Our houseboat is private, owned by my brother-in-law and me. It is a nice comfortable size, 50ft x15 ft, with a twin IO system, and lots of batteries charged by a generator as well as solar and wind power. The girls ferried Trev to the houseboat so he could move it from its mooring. They also transferred the first load of stuff from the small boat to the big one. Then they took both boats to the fuel dock for topping off.
While Becca and I went to the little store at the marina for extra sunscreen and to pick up any mail we might have at the little message service they have for lessees, Trevor moved the houseboat from the fuel dock to the main marina dock and the three of them loaded the last of the food and drink supplies. We received a note that Becca's sister and her family would be arriving to meet us later in the week.
Finally we were ready to leave Echo Bay marina at 2:30. Although the afternoon breeze was starting to kick up, it was still hot and sticky so as soon as we shoved off, we got down to bathing suits. Becca was wearing a skimpy thong bikini as she worked around the cabin, putting things away and organizing the ice chests. I am always reminded of the pictures of the crowded conditions on submarines at the beginning of a long voyage as we depart for our weeklong trips on the lake. It seems we have everything except sides of beef hanging from the bunks. As soon as we were in the open water, I moved to the upper bridge to pilot the boat while staying out of my wife's way. The kids, also knowing better than to be around during this phase of the trip, had clambered into the runabout and were leading the way to find the cove across the lake where we would spend our first night on the lake. It wasn't long before they were just a small speck in the distance and then they were gone completely from our view.
About an hour later, we were clear of the last straggler rental boats heading back to the marina for late check-in. The lake was almost empty except for a few flat bottoms thundering along the shore either with or without skiers in tow. I turned on the CD player and cranked up the volume as I heard the Eagles' Hotel California start up. I stood behind the helm playing one of the greatest air guitar riffs ever. Shortly after that track ended my lovely wife appeared by my side. She was carrying two plastic glasses and our first pitcher of margaritas. I changed the CD to Jimmy Buffet's "National Anthem" so I could begin wasting away. My wife stood swaying to the music. She was totally nude and she was dancing in as a seductive way as I could imagine. My cock came to attention as I watched the sweet lips of her freshly shaved pussy as they slightly opened and closed with her lascivious dance movements.
We found the appointed cove just north of Cottonwood Cove at 6:15. The kids had made good use of their head start and had gathered a huge pile of firewood and built a 7 foot round fire ring. Now Tinley and Sasha were sharing a large silver air mattress that was floating off to one side of the cove. It was tied to the transom of the tri-hull which was nosed on to the beach with a rope connecting it to a large boulder. Both girls were already nude and avidly working on their tans. Trevor had gone for a little hike.
Lake traffic was very light. Off in the distance we could hear a big-blocked ski boat as it pounded across the waves. Otherwise, the only sound was that of the insects ticking in the early evening heat. The cove was very secluded and the water was glassy smooth and very warm. It was a perfect place to splash around and relax. We nosed the houseboat onto the beach and had it securely tied off by 6:30. Trevor arrived back in camp just in time to throw the last loop onto the iron stakes that I had pounded into the shore.
Becca made another pitcher of margaritas and whipped up some hot dogs, chili dogs and chips for dinner. All of the paper and plastic wear used for dinner would burn nicely in our bonfire later, since she heated the chili in the can it came in; there was no clean up. And since none of us had put on a stitch of clothing, there wasn't anything to wash when I cleverly shook up a bottle of beer before I opened it and sprayed everyone down just to take the tension out of the day.
As soon as it was dark, it began to get a little cool. Trevor did the honors of igniting the wood and soon we had a huge fire blazing in our ring on the beach. Our fire was big enough to throw heat a good 10 feet from the flames. We played the CD player and listened to the music, including the latest stuff the kids brought.
At some point Trevor asked Sasha for a lap dance and she obliged. She slithered and undulated her sexy body up and down his bare legs and pressed her tits and pussy into his face. I watched my son's tongue explore that sexy young slut's body as his hands freely roamed between her legs and up to pinch and stroke her nipples. His cock was rampant and I saw her lower herself down onto it several times. As she danced away from him his cock was glistening in the firelight.
Then it was Becca's turn to dance. She started her show in front of me, not only rubbing herself against my face and cock, but also nudging my cock with her head and stroking it with her hands. She even took it into her mouth and gave it a good couple of sucks. I thought I would explode.
As she moved over to our son, I noticed that Sasha was sticking a couple of inches of a long neck beer bottle into her own hot cunt. That little bitch really wanted to cum. One or both of us would have to take care of her later.
