Hello everyone, it's time for readers input, lol. As for Martin and Rachel I'm thinking that they'll get together and merge their families into one. But that's one path I could take, so let me know what you think.
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Martin stood over his open suitcase packing for what Rachel said would be a three day trip. He just couldn't believe he was already jetting off to some strange place when he had just moved in to his penthouse three days ago. Yet Rachel was adamant that if he didn't go with her to this Camp Bare Rump she would spread their dirty little secret. Martin wasn't about to have his future upended, not when he suspected his mother's or his sister's, or both involvement in this little scheme of Rachel's. The sound of his zipper resounded in his bedroom as a knock came upon his front door.
"Hello," Martin heard his sister's voice greeting their guest.
"Hiya, how's that ring working out for you, Michelle?" Rachel asked as she entered the penthouse, "Wow! This is some place you got!"
"Thanks it's Martin's, and yes, it works perfectly," Michelle said smirking.
"Ah, there you are, I was wondering when you would get here," Christen said existing the hallway that lead to the spare bedrooms. Setting her bags down beside her daughter's as they waited for Martin to exit.
"Sorry about the delay, I had to make sure everything was prepared for you at the Camp," Rachel said, taking in the spender of his place. "Is that a pool?!" she asked running up to his couch, "Oh my god! It is!"
"It's heated too," Martin said coming out of his bedroom.
"You don't mind if I come over some time and try it out?" Rachel asked noticing his arching eyebrow. "I know," she said walking up to him, "That I put you on the defensive Martin, but you're going to love it I promise you."
"Huh uh, that remains to be seen," Martin said adjusting the strap on his shoulder.
"Trust me, this place is right up your alley," Rachel said stepping closer to Martin, "Plus, I like to think you enjoyed being inside me," she said salaciously. "And what better way to expand this budding friendship then with a little bonding time, hmm?"
"You sure do got a weird way of showing it," Martin said locking the door while Christen called for the elevator.
"Nice car," Rachel said in awe as she watched as Martin loaded the truck. Looking back at her own car then to the luxurious one she stood before. "Martin, you don't mind if I ride with you, do you?"
"No, seeing how you didn't give me the address so I can't use the GPS, plus if we get lost and eaten by cannibals I'm blaming you," Martin said jokingly, taking her bag from her and adding it to theirs.
"The only thing that will possibly be eaten is that foot long sausage you have hidden in those pants of yours," Rachel said coyly as she slid into the passenger seat, "Damn! This leather is incredible!" she said as she wiggled her taut ass against the hand tooled leather.
"I know right! That's what I told him before we visited your shop yesterday," Christen said smiling knowingly at Rachel. While Martin was stuck in the gloryhole for an hour she, her daughter and Rachel had a very long talk. However, when Rachel guessed that they were mother and child only then did she hint at the Camp, although never in great detail only that it catered to people like them just with an added twist. When Rachel brought up this Camp of hers the two of them were intrigued, yet Rachel wouldn't divulge to many particulars about the place. That she couldn't say much else since it was a private resort. Rachel didn't want to out any of it's members without their consent. Yet the fact remained how were they going to get her son to go along with this.
"You just leave that to me." Christen remembered that devilish smirk of hers when she said that. She just hoped that this trip of theirs would help bring her and her son closer together. She had no use for other men since she had a lawyer draw up the divorce papers. Christen also hoped that Martin wouldn't push his sister away either. She knew it was a bad habit with him. However, only two months remained before Martin started his Med school. How she hoped it wouldn't be to much for him to handle, however, she and Michelle would always be there to help him relieve his stress.
"You will want to get on highway nine," Rachel said pointing to the sign for the on ramp, "Just follow it west until you get to Dalton then take highway eight north to Adams, that's the fastest way to get there," she said reaching over placing her hand on Martin's inner thigh.
For six hours they drove on stopping for lunch then continuing down the road. Rachel caught Martin's attention before he could miss the exit to highway eight. She hoped Martin would like the surprise, and she hoped to get to see his monster as much as she could stand for the next three days. As they crossed the town line of Adams, Rachel was taken back how the place hadn't changed all that much since her childhood.
"Take a left up here," Rachel said as they approached the stop light before they hit Main street.
As they drove deeper into the mountains Martin got an errie feeling. He was suspecting to start hearing dueling banjos soon as the forest thicken the longer they drove. That feeling grew even stronger as Rachel told him to pull off to an unnamed private side road. For twenty minutes Martin eye the side of the road praying that no deranged lunatic would jump out. Yet as they rounded the side of the mountain he was greeted with a wondrous view of the valley below. A very large building dominated most of the clearing, a clear placid lake sat on the far end of the property. All Martin could make out were little dots of people and the splashes in their wake. His eyes noted the small cabins that he could see dotting the land as they continued to transverse that mountainous road.
"Park at the main building," Rachel said pointing towards the large building, "We need to get you three registered before we can show you to your cabin," she said, gently squeezing his cock that she has been caressing for the past six hours. Gravel crunched underneath his tires as the car slowed to a crawl then stopped altogether. Killing the engine, Martin heard the squeaking of the rear door as a man in his late fifties if he had to guess stepped out onto the gravel parking lot. His smiling face as slightly tanned from the summer sun his grey eyes fell on Rachel as she stepped out of the car; his grey 'Welcome to Camp Bare Rump: A Camp Like No Other', stretched taut across his chest. Martin had to look quickly away as the man wore no pants or shorts for that matter.
"Daddy!" Rachel cried out joyously as she ran into his loving arms. Martin's Adams apple bobbed as they kissed like no father-daughter should, yet who was he to judge. "Dad, I like for you to meet Martin, his mother Christen, and his sister Michelle they're like us," she whispered into his ear.
"I figured that dear why else would you bring them here," he said palming his daughter's ass, "Where are my manners I'm George Parker, and I'm the owner along with my wife and director of this fine camp of ours," George said shaking each and every one of their hands.
"So this is what a naked incest resort or something?" Michelle asked looking around the grounds at all the naked people who went about their day.
"Well, technically yes, however, we like to refer to this place as a wholesome naked family fun retreat. Catering entirely to people like us," George said, looking behind him as the door opened.
"Sweetheart, has Rachel arrived yet?" said a very alluring woman as naked as the day she was born stepped out into the late afternoon sun. Michelle quickly covered her brother's eyes so not to awaken the beast. "Baby!" she said holding out her arms for her daughter, "I've missed you so much. It's not the same without you here," she said rubbing her daughter's back. Martin batted away his sister's hand so he could get a better view of the woman, and his cock liked what it saw.
"Let me introduce you to my wife Carrie," George said, smiling warmly at his wife.
