Pack up time came far quicker than anyone in the family would have wanted.
Helen was the first to arise realising she accidentally hadn't set an alarm and waking in a panic.
It was just after 8am now on what was a dreary looking Sunday morning. Everything that wasn't under cover was wet from the rain that started just after the sun came up and they had to be checked out of the camp site by 9:30 at the latest.
"Richard..." Helen said as she shook her sleeping husbands arm. "Richard it's past eight in the morning, we have to pack up!"
He stirred slowly, groaning as he awoke to a splitting pain in his head. "Uuuhhhh... Fuck, all right I'm up ok," he said as he grabbed his head in pain.
Helen hastily shoved some track pants and a top on before shooting out of the tent to wake her children.
She shook each of their tents individually, causing condensation from inside to spray down on to each of them waking them in a fright as they both yelled in annoyance.
"Come on guys, it's home time and we barely have an hour and fifteen to pack our stuff up and get out of here,"
For the next twenty minutes there was noises of people getting dressed then packing clothes and sleeping equipment up from inside their sleeping quarters.
Haley was the first to emerge as she cautiously stuck her head outside looking around to notice her mother packing up the dinner table.
"You're fathers in there recovering from a whopper of a hang over," She whispered to her. "Just get out here and help me pack up please,"
Alex was now getting out of his own tent as he heard his mother and decided to take the opportunity to attempt packing up before his father emerged.
No less than ten minutes before they had to leave and they had nearly everything rolled up and packed away messily into their car before Richard came out of the tent, the hangover drink Helen had prepared which he had gulped up quickly about half an hour before hand now starting to kick in.
It was certainly no miracle cure. Nor was it a complicated recipe, basically an insane amount of instant coffee mixed in with a bunch of the strongest over the counter pain killers money could buy. If you were lucky enough not to throw up from the strength of the coffee, it generally perked you up enough to endure the first few hours of your hang over.
Richard packed the bags from inside the tent into the car before packing down and rolling up the soggy tent and doing the same.
Helen was now in the driver's seat with the twins loading themselves into the back seats. Richard joined them in the front passenger seat and after a quick stop over at reception to let them know they had vacated they were on their way for the long trip back home.
Other than a quick stop off for some breakfast where everyone had to decide what they wanted to order, no one spoke for hours on end. You could cut the tension in the car with a knife.
Barely two hours from home, Helen pulled the car into a rest area. She was exhausted having only managed a few hours of sleep the night before, and the strong coffee she had drunk with breakfast was well and truly worn off giving her unavoidable heavy eyelids.
She looked around at everyone in the car.
The twins where sound asleep resting on the doors of the car as they had been ever since they finished their food in the morning, and Richard was in his own world beside her still busy expelling his guts into a bucket he had sourced from the back of the car after he had eaten.
Haley now opened her eyes realizing they had stopped and looked to the front of the car to see what was happening to see Helen clearly sizing up her options.
"Mum, I'll drive if you want. You look pretty tired and I can't imagine dad is in any shape to get behind the wheel of a car,"
Helen looked at her with a quick bout of confusion before remembering she had only just less than a month ago got her provisional licence. It would mean sticking to a slightly lower speed limit on the highway than Helen could legally drive but it was certainly better than the alternative, being her possibly drifting to sleep at the wheel.
Richard then turned to her as if he wanted to say something but spun back around to spew into the bucket. That pretty much sealed the deal as Haley exited the car and after placing her 'P' plates on the front and back of the car, swapped seats with Helen.
They got on their way again, letting Helen almost immediately settle into a much needed rest in the back seat next to Alex, who hadn't even noticed they had swapped drivers being soundly asleep himself.
Close to two hours passed, the whole car still remaining speechless. Richard was starting to feel a bit better now having guzzled copious amounts of water and probably expelled any alcohol remaining in his system through his mouth, not to mention sweat.
He looked to his daughter as she drove the car and wanted to say something. No words came out seeing as he had no clue what he would even say as the memories of last night's encounter slowly became clearer inside his head.
He hadn't seen much at all in the few seconds the tent door had revealed his children's compromising positions. In his mind however, he had seen far too much. The image of Haley's naked form sitting atop her brother was now permanently seared into his brain.
Instinctively Richard immediately tried to think of anything else other than last night but no matter what he tried to conjure up be it football, cars or work, it always came back to Haley.
He pictured her heaving chest. Her breasts where smaller than Helens, but what they lacked in size they made up for in perkiness. She had your typical teenage frame, small yet athletic with ever so slightly tanned skin. Haley had grown into quite an attractive young lady he thought.
Richard tried to picture the old motorcycle he owned when he was younger. It worked for a while, thinking about the condition he had bought in. How much time and money he sank into it until he had to sell it to some wanky bloke from the city who wouldn't have possibly appreciated it on a level even close to his own.
He had to sell it to provide a better education for his twins...
Haley...
She popped back into his head again. His mind's eye moved from her rising and falling chest to her waist. It was rested on Alex's hips who was also naked and attempting to catch his own breath. He thought about her pussy, so small and innocent with little tufts of pubic hair littered sparsely around it. Her pussy was glistening and he could just manage to picture the hole it was emanating from, pink and moist.
As he again tried to push the pictures out of his head, he involuntarily started to wonder about this scene, something not adding up in his head quite right.
Suddenly he realized where Alex's penis was...
