Stacy slumped in the corner of the back seat, staring aimlessly at the people walking in and out of the convenience store. She could care less who they were, or what they did, or why they were there. Her life was in shambles and they certainly didn't care about her.
She glanced up at her father, Todd, who seemed lost in his own thoughts as he sat behind the steering wheel. He looked older to her for some reason. She had only heard bits and pieces of his conversations with her Mom about the uncertainty of his job. Stacy wasn't used to being told 'No' when she asked for something. In the past year, she'd heard it a lot.
Nancy, her Mom, finally reappeared from inside the store. Stacy's first thought was, 'Wow, she looks heavy.' Nancy was a fitness fanatic, but having to cancel her gym membership caused her to pay far less attention to her body. At forty two, she was still attractive. But not like what Stacy remembered.
The family was on its way to a short vacation at a nearby lake resort. The cabin they reserved certainly was not what they were used to: Caribbean cruises and European skiing vacations. For an eighteen year old girl, the cabin might as well have been a prison.
They drove the last hour mostly in silence. Stacy turned up her iPod to drown out the hum of the tires...and fell asleep.
She awoke when the car turned into the gravel driveway and hit the first pothole. Her parents were getting out while Stacy gathered her stuff and jammed it into her backpack. She hadn't brought much, assuming she'd be outside most of the time.
Looking out at the less-than-elegant cabin convinced her she was right. It was a one story cottage with a porch along the entire front side, paint that was partially peeling off, and roof shingles covered with pine needles and twigs. At one time it must have been cute, she reasoned.
Stacy lagged behind after picking up her suitcase. Todd found the key in the mailbox and let the family in.
From where she stood behind her parents, the darkness of the cottage struck her as extraordinarily fitting. Even after Nancy flicked on the light, the dark wood interior and furnishings seemed intent on casting a gloom over everything.
"Well, it's not Innsbruck, but it's ours for a week," Todd said with a tone of resignation.
The women didn't respond, at least not verbally. Stacy quickly sought out the hallway leading to the bedrooms. She walked past the first bedroom, looking in just long enough to judge the size of it. When she got to the second bedroom and realized they were basically identical, she threw her suitcase on the bed. This room was closer to the bathroom. It would be hers.
Todd and Nancy remained in the living area of the cabin. The bulk of the space was taken up by the living room. A couple of couches, chairs, a large TV and fireplace made it a decent area. Attached to that, and up two steps, was a small kitchen and eating area. Nancy looked out the kitchen window to find a deck running along the back of the house. Beyond the small yard lie more cottages.
"This is fine," Nancy finally said, opening cabinets as she spoke. "No bugs that I can find, yet. But no food, either. I'll go into the town and get something."
"Take your time," Todd said. "We're in no hurry. We're on vacation, remember?"
Stacy was the only one in a hurry—cluttering up her room so she felt somewhat comfortable. Clothes were strewn on the bed waiting to be put into the small dresser. But it was mostly bathroom supplies that led to the untidiness. A blow dryer, brushes, and makeup were only the beginning of the pile. She hadn't even unzipped her backpack yet.
Even in the perceived wasteland of a lake resort, Stacy would not disregard what she considered her greatest attribute: her beauty. Anybody who saw her flowing blonde hair, gorgeous face, firm breasts, tiny waist and long legs instantly fell in love. She oozed sex and she knew it. Stacy was selective in who she flirted with. But when she did, the poor guy never had a chance.
For the next week, it appeared, she would have to search far and wide for a 'victim'. She resigned herself to the fact it probably wouldn't happen.
Her parents had worked their way back to the other bedroom and Stacy could hear their voices as they put clothes away. Stacy was in the bathroom when she heard her Mom say, "I'm going for food. Back in a bit."
Todd acknowledged her and Stacy walked back into her bedroom. She pulled off her jeans, intent on changing into shorts as the weather had turned unseasonably warm. She kept her t-shirt on and rummaged through clothes.
Stacy looked up to see her Dad at the bedroom door.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll come back," he said when he saw Stacy.
"No. It's OK. What do you need?" she said.
She stood with her t-shirt hanging to her midriff. Tiny, light blue panties barely covered her pussy.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing."
Stacy saw his eyes scan her entire body before coming back up.
"I'm fine. I think this place will be OK, for a week," Stacy said, grabbing something off the bed and giving Todd a glance at the ass cheeks creeping out from under the back of her panties.
"I'm sorry we couldn't go on a normal vacation, hon. But things are tough right now and your Mom and I can't spend a whole lot of money until things settle down," Todd said. "This isn't what we wanted to do, either. But it's better than nothing."
"I know, Dad. There's nothing you can do about the stupid economy," Stacy said. "We'll survive somehow."
Todd smiled to himself at his daughter making it sound as if they were stranded in the Arctic or something. Then he realized he was staring at her as she moved around the room. He was staring at the nipples pressing against her shirt, and the space between her legs, and her tight ass.
"Let me know if you need anything," he said, turning to leave.
"I will, Dad. Thanks."
Stacy appreciated her Dad's honesty and she felt a rare emotion for her—sympathy. What she had no way of knowing, however, was the change in her parents' relationship due to the strain of the past year. Todd and Nancy had far more to worry about than each other and the tension caused their normal routine to be altered.
The lack of intimacy wore harder on Todd. A man with an unusually strong sex drive, he was beginning to feel the effect of prolonged abstinence. He hoped this week might invigorate Nancy. Only time would tell.
By the time Nancy arrived back with the food, it was nearly time to eat. Stacy had made preliminary investigations of the 'neighborhood', with more investigation to occur the next day as darkness settled in. The family ate and settled into the living room for the rest of the evening.
Stacy had to resort to playing on her cell phone in the absence of her computer, Wii, and PlayStation. It was going to be a long week, she decided.
Eventually, she made her way to her bedroom and laid on the bed in darkness, texting friends back in civilization. The sound of her parents heading for their bedroom barely caught her attention. But, a small stream of light coming from the wall adjoining the two rooms made her look up. It hadn't been there before, she was convinced.
Stacy rolled out of bed and silently approached the source of the light. In the murkiness, she was able to determine that a hole or slit of some type allowed light from the other bedroom to pass through. With some hesitancy, she put her face near the wall. Her eyes focused.
Stacy saw her parents. Immediately she came to the conclusion that somebody had created the hole; although, she also considered the fact that maybe she watched too many movies and faulty construction was the explanation. In any case, she could plainly see her Mom pulling off her shirt.
Guilt was superseded by curiosity as Stacy watched her parents strip. Her Dad was in his boxers. Nancy wore a bra and panties. Stacy fought the urge to move away. But then Todd walked up behind Nancy and put his arms around her from behind.
They were talking, but Stacy couldn't understand the words. Todd's hands were moving up, onto Nancy's breasts. He pulled her body back against his. Nancy put her hands around his wrists in apparent protest, but it didn't prevent Todd from pulling the straps of the bra down her arms.
That was when Stacy saw it—the unmistakable bulge in the front of her father's shorts. The erection was visible for only a second when Nancy tried to pull away from him. But Todd succeeded in pushing it against her ass one more time.
Stacy felt her pussy begin to react. Todd was kissing Nancy on the side of the neck, but she turned her head and struggled to free herself. Todd provided little resistance. Nancy faced him, a single hand holding her bra in place as they talked louder. The agonized looks on their faces was something Stacy was not used to. Still, she rubbed her clit as she stared at her father's boxers.
There was no further physical contact between her parents; only words. Stacy walked back to her bed, stunned, and more than a little stimulated by what she saw.
