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First Published: 22 January 2015

Family Room
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M+/F, M/f, m/f, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Drugs, Incest

A few days after my fourteenth birthday we went away on our usual summer holiday, well, I say our usual holiday, the year before we had a few difficulties and didn't get a holiday at all but usually, if we had a holiday at all it was at the same holiday camp. Well, it was actually much worse than that, we always went to the same apartment, in the same block, I have photographs of me as a baby, just a few months old, sitting on the grass in front of apartment two-two-four. In the picture the front door was blue and there was a flowerbed separating the path in front of the apartments from the swathe of lawn and the last time we were there, the door was 'Post Office Red' and the flowerbed had long been turned into a privet hedge and the broad lawn was a main pathway with small strips of grass flanking both sides of the path.

Actually, I don't think I should call what we stayed in an apartment just because the brochure called it that, it was actually a 'Family Room' it had a separate bathroom as all the accommodation on the site did but what turned the family room into an apartment in the owner's eyes was the addition of eighteen square feet of kitchen that was on the other side of the hall from the door into the bathroom. The kitchen had a small sink, two rings to cook on, a combination oven and microwave and a fridge.

What made it a family room I hear you say, do I? Well, the bedroom was large; it had the usual furniture, a double bed, a wardrobe, a TV on the wall, a dressing table and chest of drawers. It would have been palatial for two people to share but being a family room, tucked under the bed were two single beds; they were narrower than a standard single bed and a little shorter too. If the room had three people in it you just pulled out one of the single beds and had the choice of leaving the bed low down to the floor or extending the legs to make the single bed the same height as the double. Four people would pull out both of the single beds from under the double bed and again, you had the choice of keeping the beds separate or latching the bed frames together at the head and foot and the mattresses could also be zipped together. The other thing that made it a family room was that the owner didn't care if there were two, three, four, five or six people in the room; there was a substantial charge for the room and a small charge per person per night for all of the people sleeping in the room.

Well, that's the room taken care of, now about us, my family. I'm Victoria, fourteen, typical young teen, I was keen on sports, not big on friendships, I kept myself to myself. I started to develop on top when I was ten, had my first period, well, somewhere around eleven years old. No boyfriends, boys didn't really feature much in my life, there were no boys at my convent school and because you never knew which girls were lesbians, you tended to keep everyone at arm's length. I liked music, all kinds of music. I played guitar and keyboard to a reasonably high standard and I could get by on a violin. I loved reading books and was actually quite good at school subjects which got me a bad name amongst the other girls as a teacher's pet.

I think I should tell you about my mother next, her name is Amanda, she's quite pretty, when we go out I see lots of men checking her out, they don't usually look at me because I definitely dress down, no makeup, baggy clothes and Dock Martin Boots but my mum, she dressed a little like a Californian model or starlet and when men check her out I see her giggling, she really loves the attention. Probably why I don't like attention! Mum and dad married young and had me very soon after they married so she was a very young mother still only thirty even though I was fourteen. I often heard her complain to her friends, or was it bragging, that my dad was over sexed and that he 'Bothered' her at least five times a week. Her friends never seemed to believe her though; it would seem that for most of them, sex seemed to be an annual or bi-annual event.

I had no delusions about how often my father bothered my mother and it wasn't five times a week, even though there was a passageway between our bedrooms at home I heard them fucking every night when we first went to bed and often in the mornings as well and I had no doubt that sometimes, when I was at school, and my mum and dad were at home together in the afternoon, they probably had sex again. Actually, I'm sure that even just a few years ago they fucked far less; it seemed that they both wanted sex more and more as they got older.

My dad, okay, well, he's unusual, he taught me how to play the guitar, he was very much a 'hippy out of time', he drank rather a lot, I'm sure that he took drugs too but it was never openly talked about in front of me but the bathroom cabinet had more little pill bottles in it than Boots The Chemist's stockroom. My dad didn't work at a 'proper job'; he did a few gigs around local pubs and clubs now and again. He did a little session work for advertising companies, creating jingles or rather playing jingles that more creative people had written to advertise products.

The week before our impending holiday my dad had been out earning our spending money for the holiday, he had actually stood in as bass guitarist for a group that was touring the country while their own bass guitarist was in hospital 'resting' after an excessive party after one gig had put him in a comer for forty-eight hours so my dad was away all week and I had the first week of undisturbed nights for as long as I could remember.

On my last day at school I was picked up by my father, he had been driving back from London where he had played his last gig the night before and his journey just happened to coincide with me getting out of school. The snooty cows at school turned their combined noses up at me being picked up in a beat-up old Ford Transit van with flowers painted along both sides, I just buried my head down into the collar of my floppy jumper to hide my blushes from my classmates.

I was surprised that my dad had actually picked me up and not just let the bus take me home, it would have given him and my mother fifty minutes of 'alone time', after all, it had been a week since my mum and dad had been in bed together and I was surprised that my dad could keep his mind on driving with all that unused sexual tension going on in his head.

"Did you miss me all week?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it a little hot today for that thick jumper?"

"Shouldn't we have a real car with air-conditioning in it rather than a ratty old van?"

"You didn't want me to pick you up from school did you?"

"No, no one at this school knows that I'm Dillon's daughter and it would have been nice to have kept it that way."

"I'm Adam, not Dillon."

I looked over at my dad in total disbelief, he was serious, he had thought that I didn't know his real name, I wondered just how safe it was for him to be driving the van, was he still drunk from last night or worse?

My mum was waiting outside the house when we arrived, she ran and leaped into my dad's arms from about twenty feet away, she rained a million kisses on him in twenty seconds, her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped around his waist, I had to push past them in the street to get inside the house and I really wished that they had done the same, I'm sure that half the neighbours were watching my mum and dad. I cast a casual glance back out into the street and shook my head, my mother was dressed in her usual micro-mini dress and in her current position her backside was on display to the rest of the street, I initially thought that she wasn't wearing any panties but I spotted a flesh toned filament of dental floss between the cheeks of her bum, she was wearing a flesh pink thong but it wouldn't have surprised me to find her bare-arsed in the afternoon when I got home from school. No, not totally naked, but not wearing knickers.

My mum had spent the day packing our stuff for the holiday so all we had to do was carry the stuff from the living room and stick it into the back of the van. My dad mentioned the heavy jumper I was wearing again, it was over thirty degrees centigrade in the shade and I was feeling a little warm since I'd left the relative coolness of the school, no, the school isn't air-conditioned but it was new and they had a special system to draw heat out of the air in the building and turn it into hot water, drawing the heat out of the air like that left it a little cooler and it also caused a high degree of air circulation without the need to open windows and letting the hot outside air into the school. My dad handed me a white vest top, the group he had spent the week playing with had been selling them before their gigs and my dad had brought two home with him, one in my size to fit my thirty-two inch 'C' cup chest and one that would fit my mother's thirty-four 'DD' cup chest.

Mum rushed off to her bedroom to change into her new top, dad followed her up and I followed up a few minutes later. Their bedroom door was open, mum was totally naked and she and my dad were snogging like they hadn't seen each other in years, not just seven days. I saw that my dad was about to open the front of his trousers as I walked past to my own room but my mother stopped him, "You said that you wanted to get there before eight o'clock tonight so you can get your name down for the talent contest that starts at nine o'clock."

My dad was rather disappointed, I got the feeling that he would rather have fucked my mum and missed the talent show but he loved taking part in the Friday night talent spot, it was a tradition for at least the last ten years, he had never won the competition outright but he had often won a cash prize for coming second or third. I started to change out of my school uniform, not that my heavy jumper was school uniform but what I wore under it always was, my mother shouted, "Victoria, can you wear your white skirt with your new top please?"

"Why?"

"I'm going to wear my white skirt too; I want us to look alike for the show tonight."

"Can't I change when we get there?"

"Probably won't be time, we might only have time to grab our room key and get straight off to the clubhouse."

It was actually probably sensible to dress in a short skirt and skimpy top for the journey, my dad's van didn't have any way of cooling it down other than opening the windows, okay in town but out on the open road it would be far too windy to drive to the coast with both of the front windows rolled down, windy and noisy and if it were busy out on the road dirty too from all the exhaust fumes.

My dad packed two of his guitars into the van, nothing unusual in that but he also put two of my guitars in as well, my best acoustic as well as my best electric guitar. That wasn't totally surprising either though, as we seldom watched TV, we often played and sang in the evenings at home as well as on holiday, the van always had an amp and speaker system in the back, it was almost as integral to the van as the engine and gearbox, well, actually, the amp and speakers were better looked after than any other part of the van.

Mum and I sat up front with dad, fortunately the transit came with three front seats and as we drove along my dad gave me the music and chord guide for a new song that he wanted to perform at the talent show, "Can you play the chords for me as I drive along Vicky, I want to rehearse a little on the way."

"Why don't you play a song that you already know?"

"I was given that song by the guys last week, I played the bass for it all week and it's really a great song, this could be my year to win the contest."

I looked through the chord progression of the song; luckily I could read the music as well so I could play a new tune on the guitar without having heard it before. It was a little difficult playing the acoustic in the front of a Transit van with a seatbelt on and three people in the front but I strummed through the tune once and my dad was very impressed, then I played through it again with a little more care and less stopping, my dad sang the chorus through once and nodded his head, "That's good angel, you've got it, sing through it with me as well."

So, there I was, playing my guitar and singing my dad's new song for him, over and over again, my father driving the van and joining in as often as he could and, surprise, surprise, my mother picked out a descant vocal running under the main song, it wasn't written in the sheet music but what my mother was singing under my vocal was actually quite good and a definite improvement to the original song. Our voices seemed to complement each other very well and we sang well together, hardly surprising as we'd been singing together for most of my life; my dad wasn't too bad either, so long as he only joined in with the chorus and not the main song.

Singing and playing the guitar as we drove along certainly eased the boredom of a long drive and took my mind off of the oppressive heat and humidity.

We arrived at the holiday camp at seven forty-five, just enough time to grab the key to our ill-named apartment and rush down to the clubhouse for my dad to register for the talent contest, he gave them his name as 'The Fisherman', he used all kinds of names over the years, often when trying to dodge creditors but as his name was Adam Fisher, 'The Fisherman' was closer than most names he'd used.

The order the acts went on stage was done by the artists drawing bingo balls out of a cloth bag, the performers went on in order from the lowest number drawn to the highest. There were ninety numbered balls and only fifteen acts so even if you drew a low number you had no idea if a lower number would be pulled out by someone else. My dad had intended to get his place in the running order and then rush off and grab his guitar from the van in the car park at the back of our apartment about a quarter of a mile away. My dad had drawn number ten and he was hoping that he'd be in the middle of the ticket or towards the end but when the last number was drawn and all laid out my father was the first act on the ticket and absolutely no time to fetch his own guitar.

I knew that there was no point in offering my father my guitar, he would sooner have pulled out of the competition than use another person's guitar, he was pacing up and down as the Master of Ceremonies or MC was introducing the evening's event and getting them ready for the start of the show, "Vicky, can you come out and play for me?"

Well, it wouldn't be the first time I had performed in public but every time so far I was in the background playing second violin or playing the guitar way, way at the back of the orchestra. I would have said an outright no or even probably an outright NO! if I hadn't known how important the talent show was for my father. Wellll, reluctantly I agreed to play the guitar for my dad, then he grabbed my mother's arm, "Can you remember the counterpoint you sang when Victoria was singing in the van?"

My mother nodded her head, it was just a little free singing to her but she had a good memory for songs, my dad interrupted the MC just before he announced The Fisherman on guitar and vocals, my dad stepped back behind the curtain and the three of us stood waiting for the curtains to open.

"Ladies and gentlemen please put your hands together for our first group in this evening's program, Adam's Family!"

Considering there were around fifteen hundred people in the auditorium the applauds were pretty pitiful as the curtains opened. The spot light hit me first and then the iris was opened and my mum and dad were gathered into the orb of light. There was a wolf-whistle from way at the back of the room and then more as the bright light seemed to dissolve my vest top and, well, all I can say was that it definitely wasn't cold under the powerful stage lighting but looking at my chest you'd think it was below freezing. I'd never been 'Excited' on stage in quite that way before.

Usually when I had performed I'd been wearing long dresses or black skirts with white blouses, the uniform of whatever orchestra I was playing in so there was never any question of my being dressed to entertain the men, all they got from me in the past was the music. No one had ever wolf-whistled at me before and as I was the only one in the spotlight when the first whistle sounded and my mum and dad were in total darkness, I knew the whistle was meant for me!

My dad turned his face away from the microphone and said, "One, two, a one two three four." And my hand dropped down the strings. Fortunately I had played the tune often enough in the van to remember it and after the second time through the chorus, instead of the guitar solo that was written in the sheet music I rattled through a thirty second improv around the phrasing used in the song, then I nodded my head and dropped my thumb down the strings for the start of the third verse and mum and dad were right there with me.

I had no idea if I had done well or not while singing or playing the guitar but as the three of us bowed at the end of the tune the sound of people whistling and clapping felt like a wave of sound washing over the stage.

Most of the contestants waited in a small bar area that was closed for the evening to the general public and useful because there was an entrance that ran to the rear of the main stage, most would wait there before their turn and after as well but my dad liked to get out and see the rest of the show from the right side of the stage. The doorman turned us away from the main entrance because he had already allowed the limit of fifteen hundred customers into the concert room, I was impressed, I had just stood up and performed in front of fifteen hundred people. My dad managed to talk his way in because he was a 'Turn' rather than a punter and he could go back round to the stage door and get into the front of the auditorium but he'd rather be at the back where he could see better.

We were recognised as soon as we walked into the concert room, space was made for the three of us at a table full of young men and I was offered a drink that I turned down. My mum didn't turn down the offer of a vodka and tonic and my dad was handed a glass (plastic) and told to help himself from the jug of beer on the table. My mum never said no to the offer of another drink and soon she had six glasses with vodka in them and two bottles of tonic water on the table in front of her. My dad tipped two of the vodkas into one glass, filled it with tonic to the top and, instead of drinking it himself as I had imagined he was going to do, he slid the glass in front of me.

I have to say that the look on my face must have screamed out, ' W.T.F. I'm only fourteen, I can't drink vodka in a club! my dad looked surprised at my reaction, "Come on baby, you've just done your first gig in front of fifteen hundred people, you deserve a drink, get it down you, go on."

The last act had just walked out on stage and spent a few minutes setting up their stuff, there was something to be said for doing a gig with just an acoustic guitar and vocals, nothing to plug in, nothing to test, just pull the microphones into place and go. I drank my illegal drink while the last turn milked their fifteen minutes of fame and in the soft music being played while the judges ruminated over who should win the contest, The guy that had first asked me if I wanted a drink came and asked me if I wanted to go to the disco in the Carnival Club after the talent show finished.

I turned him down flat and he left with his tail between his legs, my dad admonished me a little for being rude to the young man, "But he's almost as old as you, what would I want to go out dancing with him for?"

"Well, he's closer to the age I was when I started dating your mother and she was a little younger than you are now, she already knew exactly what she wanted before she was fourteen."

Well, before I could get into any kind of argument with my father the judges had made their decision and the Adam's Family were declared the outright winners and the three of us had to walk the entire length of the auditorium, my dad was in front of our little line threading his way through the lines of tables, my mum was just behind him and I was at the rear. Men were standing up to slap my dad on his back as he walked past and I could see what it was about being a musician, even a second rate one like my dad, my dad really loved the adulation of the crowd. I saw the men that had slapped my father on his back as he passed by them were doing something similar to my mother but they were patting her a little lower than her back.

I watched my mum wiggle her arse for each man who had patted her on her backside, she even turned and smiled at most of them, almost encouraging them to do it even more. By the time I passed them they weren't patting my bottom; they were rubbing and pinching me black and blue.

My dad took the trophy and the cash prize while I retrieved my guitar from the bar at the back of the stage and we did an encore for the punters before the talent contest was declared closed and the punters were told that after a fifteen minute interval the next turn would be starting their performance. It was a magic show and we still hadn't unpacked our van so we three left the clubhouse and leaded back to our apartment.

As we walked back to the van my mum and dad shared a homemade cigarette, passing the cigarette between each other and judging from the clouds of white smoke billowing up from the two of them it wasn't any kind of tobacco that you could buy in the shops that was in the cigarette.

My dad and I set about emptying the van while my mum set up the room, she had to drag my bed out from under the double bed and make up both beds. When we returned with the last of the cases I spotted that my mother had taken both of the single beds out from under the double bed, "Are we expecting someone else mum?"

"No, it's just that your father and I were talking, and, well, the single bed is only two feet wide, your single bed at home is three feet wide, so both beds together are only just a little wider than what you're used to..."

"Oh, okay, thanks."

"...and, like your father said, by the time I was your age I was ready to marry your father."

"But you couldn't marry him until you were sixteen at least!"

"No but my mum and dad were happy for us to live together as if we were married."

Well, you learn something new every day, or so they say. It would seem that a gallon of vodka and a spliff were just enough to make my mother say the most inappropriate things to her young and very impressionable daughter.

It was close to midnight by the time the beds were made and the clothes all put away, my mother took her shower first and then I took mine, as I was under the water my dad walked into the bathroom, he was totally naked, well, so was I but then I was in the shower at the time. Your mother's pissed, I bet she's asleep by the time I've finished my pee; I guess that she's had a little too much vodka in a short time and being on stage makes you high as well."

I didn't know what I should do really, I thought I'd locked the door but then it was easy enough to unlock from the outside, you didn't even need a screwdriver or a coin, you could just turn the little wheel on the outside of the door with your fingers the same way that you did on the inside. It wasn't the first time that my father had seen me naked but it was the first time for several years and it wasn't the first time I had seen him naked either but usually he wasn't naked and 'Rampant' at the same time when I saw him.

I continued to soap myself and stood looking at my dad, standing in front of the toilet bowl bending his monster cock down towards the water, "It's no good, I'm like a useless dog on heat, I can't even take a piss!"

I suddenly felt a little guilty, I didn't know why but perhaps it was my naked body that was making it hard for my father to take his piss. My dad looked over towards me, "You know that you're just as beautiful as your mother was when I first fell in love with her."

I slowly turned my back towards my father, I think that in my mind if he couldn't see my rude bits he'd calm down and be able to pee. About ten seconds later the screen door to the shower opened and my father reached in and started to rub soap over my back, he pushed me gently until I was pressed against the back wall of the shower cubicle.

I heard the shower door close but my dad was now inside the shower with me, "Can you remember back when we used to bath or shower together all the time?"

I nodded my head but didn't speak. My dad was now pressing himself against my back, he took the bar of soap from my hands and rolled it around in his own hands, then he reached around in front of me and started to rub the lather into my belly, then his left hand started to rub downwards and his right hand rubbed up. Eventually, his left hand was rubbing suds into my pussy hair and his right hand was massaging soap into my breasts.

"It's a pity you didn't take that guy's offer to go to the disco with him; you could have had a lot of fun and it would have given your mother and me a little privacy."

"He was too old for me; I don't think he was just interested in dancing!"

"Yes, I got the feeling that he wanted to do more with you as well, all you need is some condoms in your handbag and you'll be safe, you're at the right age to start having fun, I told your mother not to send you to that damned convent school, you should have been mixing with boys at school, you wouldn't be so frightened of then now if you had."

It felt like my dad was rubbing his 'Hot-rod' against my lower back as he rubbed soap all over my most private of areas. "I'd better get out now or there won't be enough hot water for you to take your shower."

I brushed past my father and wrapped myself in my bath towel, grabbed my nighty and headed off to the family room, I dried myself quickly and pulled my nighty on over my head. My mother sounded like she was asleep but as I slipped into my bed she whispered, "Are you okay?"

I was a little shocked, I said, "Yes, I'm fine thanks."

"Oh, did your dad do anything to you?"

"He got in the shower with me and started washing me!"

I stopped myself going into detail, just kept it simple, I'm sure that if she had been sober she wouldn't have been asking me anything personal.

"I think your dad is right, that school is no good for you, I'd been with ten boys by the time I got to your age and I was ready for someone your father's age to elevate the boredom of all those teenage boys."

I pulled the covers over my head in the hope that the conversation was over.

"That disco is going on until four o'clock I think, we could pop over there and see if we can find Chris if you like, or we could find a younger man if it's his age that's putting you off Chris. That way I could leave you there to have some fun with a few friends and I could come back here and help your father to get rid of his frustration."

"Who's Chris?"

"The guy who asked you to go to the disco with him, he asked me as well, I was tempted but I thought that your father needed helping out more than Chris did, it was me who suggested to him to ask you out to the disco."

I was just a little shocked that my mother would offer to take me out and try to get me hooked up with a man and even though she was saying dancing I knew that what she really meant was the big 'S' word. Okay, I was fourteen, I had thought about the 'S' word a few times, I knew for sure that I didn't want to seek the pleasure of female love like half the girls at school did but in my mind, if I lost my virginity, it would be to a boy of my own age or close to my age, not a man that was more than ten years older than me.

"You don't need to get rid of me just to do it with dad, I hear you just about every time you do it anyway, I'll just turn my back and try to get to sleep as fast as I can."

My dad came in at that point, still totally naked, rubbing his body with his towel. I heard the bed springs bounce but my dad was still in the doorway, the light from the hallway was giving the room about half the light of the powerful forty watt lamp in the central light fitting on the family room's ceiling. I burrowed a little hole up through the duvet so that I could see out and on a secondary level, I needed to get some air under my bedding to be able to breathe and let a little of the steam building up in my bed out. My mum was kneeling up in bed, she was naked, I knew that she slept naked at home, even in the middle of winter when I wore thicker nighties and often a jumper in bed, then I couldn't understand sleeping 'Sky-clad'. Today though, the hottest day on record for fifty years and the night shaping up to being the hottest night since records began and in a small room without even a simple fan to stir the air, sleeping in the nude made perfect sense.

I had told my mother that I would turn my back on her and dad and go straight to sleep so that she could look after her and my father's needs as if I wasn't there but I hadn't turned my back quick enough. My dad left the hall light on and the door open as he walked over to my mother. He looked over at my bed; there was no way that he couldn't see my face peeping out at him. he kissed my mum and then pushed the duvet off of the bed totally, "It's far too hot in here, I'll go up the office tomorrow and see if I can hire a fan, the forecast for tomorrow is for it to get even hotter than today."

My mother wrapped her arms around my father's neck and pulled him down on top of her, within a second my dad was on top of my mum between her thighs. I watched as my mum lifted her legs, wrapped her ankles over his back and then she sighed as his cock slid into her body, she sighed and arched her back and once buried in her my dad lay still for a moment and kissed her on the lips. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, I had always believed that my dad was over sexed and that my mother just put up with it because she loved him so much but while it was obvious that my dad was very happy to lie there for a moment with his cock buried in her cunt as they kissed, my mother was having none of that.

I saw her lift her heels and jab them down into his buttocks twice, just like a horse rider encouraging the horse to transit from a walk into a trot. I don't know why I was doing it but I just lay there sweating like a pig under my duvet and in my thick nighty in the sauna like heat of a room with only one window that didn't open, watching my mum and dad fucking.

It didn't take my dad long to climax, well, the time he took was actually shortened when my mum whispered, "What happened in the bathroom?"

"I couldn't do my piss because I was too hard."

"I didn't mean that, what happed with Vicky?"

"Well, I saw that she was looking at my cock, you know, showing a healthy interest in my erection, then it was just exactly like the first time we met, you know, when I walked into the bathroom at Colin's house and saw you taking a shower after fucking Colin all afternoon instead of going to school. It was exactly the same in very detail, she looked at my cock, just like you did back then, then she turned her back on me and moved forward so that I could open the shower screen door, just exactly the same way that you did all those years ago and she let me rub soap into her breasts and around her cunt, just like you did - My mother climaxed at that point in my father's tale - but as I started to bend my knees to get my cock into position, where you lifted up onto the tips of your toes to make it easier for me, Vicky ducked for cover and ran from the shower."

My father climaxed as he reminded my mother that she had helped him, a total stranger to get his cock into her cunt from behind without even knowing his name or anything about him, she didn't even know or care that he was close to twice her age. I'd met Colin a few times, he was my mum's older cousin and I'm sure that the occasion that my dad was talking about was when my mother was thirteen and Colin had been at university in Oxford. My grandparents had allowed my mum to go up to Oxford almost every weekend to go clubbing or to concerts with Colin even though they knew that Colin and my mother were sleeping together whenever she was there with him, hell, my granddad often dropped my mother off at Colin's bedsit and went in for a coffee on Friday afternoons if there was a concert planned for Friday night, so my grandfather knew exactly what the sleeping arrangements were.

"You'd better go and piss while you can."

My mother's comment dragged me back from my memories of conversations past, Colin sometimes visited us, usually when he was having troubles with his wife, they would fight, he'd come over and stop at our house, it had never really crossed my mind until my dad said that my mum used to have sex with Colin and that he had known that she had sex with Colin. On the days that Colin stopped over, I always went to bed first and in the morning Colin, mum and dad would all be eating breakfast by the time I woke up or they would all be in bed if I had to go to school but I had never checked to see if Colin slept in the guest bedroom or not and there were never any of the sheets from the bed in the guest room hanging out on the line to dry when I got home from school.

I heard the stream of urine falling into the toilet bowl; my duvet was suddenly pulled off of my head. My mother was sitting on the edge of my bed, she felt my forehead and brushed strands of my fringe away from my face. "You're far too hot in there, you'll make yourself ill, that nighty is far too thick as well."

I had to agree that I was sweating up a storm and my mother pushed my duvet all the way off just the way that my dad had done to their bed, I heard the chain pull and the toilet flush and my dad walked in again, this time he sat on my bed on the other side to where my mother was sitting.

My mother placed her hand on my upper thigh and ran it up the side of my body until she reached under my arm pit, "At least you didn't put a bra and knickers on under your nighty. That would really have overheated you."

My mum's hand had passed the bottom of my nighty and was on my lower leg, "You need to start shaving your legs."

"I don't need too, not until I need to wear tights or stockings."

My dad put his hand on my lower leg as well, "You would be better wearing stockings or going barelegged, a good tan is much better than stockings or tights."

I looked down at my father's hand as it rubbed over the stubble of my lower leg and up until he reached the hem of my nighty and stopped. My mother lifted the hem of my nighty a few inches higher up my thigh and my dad's hand moved that few inches as well. Then my dad twisted and turned his body until he was lying behind me and he pressed his rapidly growing cock against my nighty covered bum.

He lifted the back of my hair and kissed my neck and then kissed down my shoulder as far as he could pull the neck of my nighty open, the front of my nighty had four buttons that went from the neck to around my belly button. My mother reached up to the neck of my nighty and twisted the top button out of its hole, my father's hand moved with a jerk to my shoulder as the button slipped from the hole and now my dad's hand was over my shoulder and he was kissing along the yoke of my neck towards his hand.

Mum twisted the second button on my nighty open and now my dad's hand dragged the neck of my nighty down past my elbow, he slipped his hand out of the material and then down to my bottom where he scrunched up the back of my nighty so that it was above my bottom, then he rolled me onto my back and lifted his leg up over my thigh and his erection was pressing against my hip, through my nighty, now that I was on my back my dad kissed along my collar bone, up my neck and over my chin.

As his lips approached mine I felt his hand tugging the front of my nighty out from under his leg and it was lifted up past my belly button, he twisted his lower body a little and his cock slid across my hip, leaving a sticky trail until it reached the dark triangle of wild hair above my sex. I slid my hand down between us, in my mind I was reaching down to feel his cock which was unbelievably hot against my lower abdomen but I missed completely and it looked to my mother like I was trying to block my father's entry to my cunt.

My mother reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder, my dad broke off his kiss and looked down to where my hand was and then he rolled away from me. Part of me wanted to scream out ' God no, don't stop, I didn't mean that! ' but it was too late, the moment was already broken. My mother looked terribly disappointed, then she said, "God I need another drink or something!"

My dad rolled off of my bed, "I've got a few more smokes, we could go outside, it'll be a hell of a lot cooler than in here!"

My mum put on her bathrobe, dad did the same and they both went to stand outside the front door to our apartment to smoke another joint leaving me sitting on my bed on my own, my nighty gathered around my midriff with just one shoulder still in place holding the front up. I found my dressing gown, it was far too short, I really needed a new one but I didn't usually wear it often enough to waste the money. I pulled it on and as I stood up my nighty fell almost down to my ankles, I looked at my reflection in the mirror that had been mounted on the wall opposite the only window to make the room look like it was dual aspect and to give a fake impression of space, I looked ridiculous and so I slipped out of my dressing gown and nighty and put my dressing gown on again, then I stepped out on the front with my parents.

They were passing the joint backwards and forwards between them, I was offered a turn, I went to wave the joint away but remembered how my moving my hand earlier had killed the moment and the fun so I allowed my dad to press the cigarette against my lips and followed his direction to draw air through the joint down deep into my lungs and hold it there for a count of at least ten before exhaling it slowly. The joint disappeared rather quickly with the three of us smoking it and another was lit from the dying embers of the previous one.

We had just started smoking the second joint when we heard voices out on the main path the other side of the overgrown privet hedge, we couldn't see who was coming or even if they were just passing us by out on the main path. They seemed to appear at our side in a flash, they must have stopped talking as they transited from the main path to the path around our apartment block. Because of the hedge mum, dad and I had to stand with our backs against the wall to our apartment so that the family could pass; they were stopping in apartment two-two-six, right next door to ours.

The man stopped and said hi to us, the woman pushed past him with an air of anger and impatience without saying a word.

"Hi, I'm Gordon, this is my son Paul and that was my wife, Claire, she's not usually so grumpy but she got a migraine from the disco, they had the music far too loud and now she has to go to bed as quickly as possible, wish I had realised I wouldn't have paced myself with my beer."

"Paul, get in here, time for bed and I don't want you waking me up."

Paul had an apologetic look on his face and he looked torn between stopping with his dad talking to us and heeding his mother.

My dad introduced himself and my mum, then he got round to me, "And this is our daughter Victoria, she's just turned fourteen."

Paul said, "Good night." And walked off to their apartment, their family room light was on and I noticed that their curtains didn't meet in the middle of the window, leaving a broad shaft of light cutting across the path. I saw Paul walk past the window to roughly where my bed was in our room and I saw him strip off through the gap in the curtains before the light went off.

"Paul's fifteen but he still takes notice of his mother, not really a mummy's boy but he's frightened of her, I guess I was in the past too." Gordon laughed as he said that.

"So does your wife often get migraines?" My mother asked Gordon.

"Well, I think she got the migraine because she saw me dancing with another woman. Nothing brings on Claire's migraine faster than seeing me having a little fun."

I stopped looking towards Gordon's apartment after the light was turned off but I realised that Paul had quite happily stripped totally naked in the family room even though his mother was in there with him so perhaps my parents weren't so strange being naked around the house as often as they were.

I was now looking at Gordon, he was looking from my mother to me, he was talking to my dad but he never once looked in my father's direction, he checked out my legs and the neckline of my dressing gown, then he did the same to my mother, the next time he looked back at my legs I saw my mum pull the zipper on the front of her dressing gown down a little so that the next time he looked back towards my mum there was more cleavage on show, I noticed that my dad smiled at Gordon's reaction, my dad was looking at the front of Gordon's trousers and the smile came when he saw the tent form in the front of Gordon's trousers.

Gordon cleared his throat, "Does your window open?"

My dad chuckled in amusement at Gordon's sudden change of direction.

"No, we've been coming here for years, we always use this apartment and the window hasn't opened for at least eight years. They hold a few fans at Guest Services; if you get in early in the morning you might be able to hire one."

I was now watching my mother, she was touching her hair, pulling strands of hair from her face and pulling them behind her ears and as they were talking I noticed her touching Gordon's elbow a few times, then she said, "Well, how do you fancy a night-cap Gordon?"

"I'd love a drink; Claire kind of dragged me away from the bar before I really had the time for a proper drink."

My mother gave Gordon a coquettish grin, then she kind of batted her eyes at my dad and said, "You want a drink too darling?"

"No thanks, I'm going to finish my cigarette out here."

My mum took Gordon's elbow and led him into our family room, I was about to follow them but my dad caught my arm as I went to walk past him. "You can stop out here with me, help me keep this going."

The spliff had gone out because no one was drawing air through it. The person who had made the spliff up had made it with pure cannabis resin without cutting it with tobacco, the tobacco would have kept the cigarette burning and it would have totally disappeared in the time that we had been talking to Gordon.

Where my dad had stopped me was in a direct line with the gap in the curtains, the same gap that I had just watched Paul strip off through but this time it was our own room that I was looking at. I saw my mother pour Gordon a drink but before he even started to drink it they were both on the large double bed and Gordon had stripped my mother off totally. My dad lit the joint again, took a deep breath through it and then he pressed it against my lips for me to take a hit.

I was in front of my dad and he was right up behind me, we were both looking at the same show going on in our family room, my mum being fucked by Gordon, my dad exhaled a huge cloud of white smoke above my head and then he stepped in a little closer to me, his right hand held the spliff against my lips as his left arm draped over my left shoulder, the tips of his fingers just resting on the rise of my left breast, "Your mother loves making new friends, she's always been worried about meeting men at home because of you, she didn't think that you would understand her needs."

It was hard to drag my eyes away from my mother but I did and I looked over my shoulder at my dad, he had just filled his lungs with smoke from the spliff, he leaned his head forward, covered my lips with his and then he breathed the smoke into my lungs as we kissed and at the same time he slid his hand further down over my breast and fondled it through my dressing gown.

"I know that the thought of sex with a man can be frightening, especially a big man but you have to realise that since the day of your first period you would have been able to take a man of my size easily, the painful bit is always breaking through the hymen and it doesn't matter how old you are or how big the man is, breaking your hymen will be just as painful that first time. Just don't worry about the size of a man's cock, just a quick pain, like a plaster being pulled off and it's all over."

I had returned to watching my mum and Gordon, he had been fucking her for fifteen minutes and now he was standing at the side of the bed and I thought it was all over but it was just an interval, he was standing there while my mum sucked his cock. The spliff was pressed against my lips again, I filled my lungs and I was buzzing all over by that point, then my dad turned my face to his again, covered my mouth with his and we kissed until I was ready to breath the smoke out and this time my dad drew it from my lungs and into his own.

We parted our lips just as my mother started grunting, we could clearly hear her through the open doors, I looked over my shoulder at her, she was on her back again, her knees pressing against her tits and Gordon was throwing his body down on top of hers and he quickly took her past her boiling point.

"What did you think of Paul?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Paul was definitely checking you out, he liked the looks of you, I could have a word with him and suggest that he asks you out to the junior disco tomorrow afternoon."

"I'm not going to the kid's club this year; I think they will be a little young for me this year."

"Yes, you're right; you've grown up a lot over the last year."

We had finished the spliff and we just stood outside our room watching my mother fucking Gordon for another fifteen minutes, he finally finished off in her with a loud grunt and a few French expletives, then he got dressed and downed his drink in one go before kissing my mum and walking past us, he blushed as he looked at my dad, nodded his head in thanks, he gave me a schoolboy grin as he passed me.

"Well, I guess it's time to go in, God, it's almost two o'clock."

Mum was laying on her bed, still totally naked, my dad pulled the zipper down on the front of my dressing gown and pulled it off of my shoulders, he threw my robe over the hook on the back of the bedroom door, then he guided me onto their bed and sat me at my mother's side before pushing my bed over so it made one huge bed in the middle of the room.

Dad asked mum, "Did he cum in you?"

She nodded her head.

"Much?"

She nodded her head again, "I don't think that his wife gives him a lot of sex, his balls were full up to the brim."

My dad got down on the bed and buried his head between her legs, licking all over her bald cunt before he started to eat Gordon's spunk out of her cunt. I fell asleep cuddling in my mother's arms as my dad made a pig of himself eating spunk from her cunt.

I let my dad talk me into wearing a white t-shirt and white shorts with no bra or knickers under when we went to breakfast at nine o'clock. Well, I say shorts, last year the shorts were just white tennis shorts and last year no one ever saw them because I wore them under an oversized t-shirt, this year, because of a year's worth of growth, the tennis shorts looked more like hot-pants and the t-shirt my dad gave me was very small, very tight and my dad talked me into tucking it into the top of my shorts. My mother dressed exactly the same as me, I hadn't really noticed how often my mum dressed the way I did because I had always finished my outfit off with a large jumper or coat on top which was the only deviation point between our dress.

When we got to the dining room we found it crowded with people, most tables were full but we were spotted by Gordon, he and his family were sitting at a table for ten and he called us over to share their table. We went to fetch our food from the buffet counter and my dad was the first to sit down with his food, he'd picked up a coffee for my mum as well while she was queuing for an omelette to be made and when he sat down, he put mum's coffee down in front of Paul and whispered something to Paul.

As I walked back to the table with my breakfast Paul moved over and sat at the end of the table. It was obvious that my dad wanted my mum to sit between him and Gordon and that Paul had moved to a place where his knees would be pressed closely next to mine when I sat in the last seat. When my mother sat between Gordon and my dad the look on Claire's face changed, she looked like a bull-dog that had just bitten down on a wasp.

It took a while before Gordon made a move but after cutting up all of his food, his left hand slipped off of the table and went straight onto my mum's upper thigh, I saw what he did and so did Paul, then Paul raced to copy his father, cutting all of his breakfast up into small pieces and then just using his fork in his left hand to pick up the food from his plate and his right hand slipped under the table and onto my knee, rubbing up and down from my knee to the leg of my shorts.

Paul was at least making small talk while he was touching my leg, he asked if I was going to the pool or the beach after breakfast, I looked over at my parents and then towards Claire, she still looked very upset and didn't know whether to look at her son sitting next to me or her husband sitting next to my mum so she looked like she was at a tennis match.

"Beach!"

"Oh great, where on the beach do you usually go, the part close to the clubhouse, by the lifeguard tower or by the Robin Hood bar at the other end? I'll look out for you after I've got my stuff"

"Well, we don't usually go on the main beach, it's always too crowded."

"Where do you go then?"

"You know the maintenance compound?"

"Yes, but that's outside the camp."

"Yes, there's a way through the bushes to a small bay the other side of the fence. It's not cleaned and can be a little stony but only a few people ever go there."

Paul smiled, his fingers were touching the leg of my shorts and he'd stopped rubbing from my knee to my shorts. I didn't know if I was supposed to slap his hand away as it was now resting just an inch from my pussy, I looked over to my mum and dad. My dad was looking down at where Paul's hand was and then looking up into my eyes and smiling at me, then I noticed that my mum was sitting with her legs wide open and Gordon had actually managed to get his hand inside the leg hole of her shorts so I relaxed a little.

Paul felt me relax and he started to pull my right leg towards him slightly, opening my legs and then his fingers started to rub down between my legs, I shivered and then became self-conscious all over again because Claire was paying Paul and me more attention after I shivered. I was forced to push Paul's hand away from my leg, he didn't seem upset, he'd gotten further with me than most boys of his age got to with a girl and he could see that I was okay until his mother started looking at us closely.

Claire called an end to her family's breakfast and as she dragged Gordon out of the dining room they were well on their way to a full blown domestic. Dad was finished his food but mum and I still hadn't finished so my dad made his excuses, he was going to the shop and he would meet us back at our apartment.

I finished next and sat with mum until she finished, she was taking her time though, as we sat there, more than half the men and boys in the room were looking at us and as they left the room the men would make a detour to pass close to our table for a better look. I was well used to seeing men gawking at mum and knew that it really made her day to be the centre of men's attention. I wasn't used to men looking at me, in the past, even sitting next to my mum with hundreds of men looking at her not one of them ever noticed me, today, everyone was looking at us both, checking us out equally.

I did hear an inner voice in my head, ' 'At least they aren't women and girls checking us out.' That was very telling, I had never really thought about why I had been so keen to hide my body in the past, I had just thought that I didn't like attention in general but I was actually loving the men and boys checking my body out, that was really nice and what Paul had been doing was a real turn on too.

As we left the dining room my mother and I linked arms and walked slowly towards our apartment, my mum was wiggling her bum rather a lot as we walked along and after a few hundred yards I found that I was copying her, wiggling my arse as I walked too. I had never really understood why my mother walked with such a wiggle in her bum but as I copied her I realised that it was because of the way she dressed, the tight shorts without panties meant that every wiggle caused the gusset to rub across my labia and put increased pressure on my magic button. The more pleasure I felt, the more pronounced the wiggle in my bum.

It seemed like half the men on the site were out walking to or from the main commercial area and every one of them were watching my mum and me as we walked home. I did look back over my shoulder once and saw my dad walking behind us, he was talking to other men who were doing exactly what my dad was doing, looking at two wriggly arses, my dad had a huge grin on his face and a lump in his own shorts, I even saw a man who was looking over his shoulder at us so intently that he walked right into a lamp post and ended up splat on his own arse.

I was almost fizzing as mum unlocked the front door and we slipped out of the sun and into the shade of our room. My dad had an electric fan in one hand and what looked like a newspaper under his arm, I was a little shocked, I had never seen my dad read a newspaper in my life, he didn't like the news, all he really related to was music, music and my mother of course. "My God you should have heard what the men were saying about you two back there, got me all turned on all over again."

My dad had fucked my mother twice the night before and once again before we went for breakfast which almost caused us to be late for breakfast and my mother had also fucked Gordon for over an hour, she whispered to me, "I'm a little sore at the moment, do you want to give your father a hand?"

I gave mum a confused look, "You don't have to let him go all the way if you don't want too, he just needs a hand!"

While I was making up my mind my father passed me his newspaper and it turned out not to be a newspaper at all, it was actually a new bikini from the Waikiki Beach Boutique, the most expensive shop in the whole complex. I ripped it open eagerly, I had never owned a bikini before, I had never wanted to wear one in my life before, even the baggy one-piece swimming costume that I usually wore to swimming classes in school was usually worn with a t-shirt over it whenever I was out of the water.

Titanium white, one size fits all, French cut and very chic. Totally impractical for swimming but fantastic for tanning or just catching the boy's eyes. I felt the material; it would turn totally transparent if it ever got wet I was sure of that.

My dad told me that I'd look fantastic in the bikini on our almost private little beach if I wore the bikini for him, I looked towards my mum, she was kneeling on the bed, the almost eight foot wide bed and she nodded at me and smiled, then she pursed her lips as if she was 'Air-kissing' someone and I got the message, mum wanted me to kiss my dad for getting me such an expensive present.

I dropped the bikini on the bed, reached my arms up and around my dad's neck and kissed him on his lips, not the first time on this holiday that I'd kissed him on his lips rather than his cheek but the first time that I had initiated it. I had intended it to be a three or four 'Mississippi' kiss but after the count of three my dad's left hand cupped the back of my head, pulling my mouth harder into his and his right hand slipped down over my bottom and squeezed my bum through my shorts. I caught a glimpse of my dad looking at my mum as we kissed and I also spotted her smile at him and then hold her hand, the tip of her index finger close to the tip of her thumb, indicating a small or little amount of something.

My bum was freed and my dad moved his right hand up my back, he pulled my t-shirt out of the back of my shorts, then he rubbed around and pulled the front out too, then he let go of my head and pulled my t-shirt off over my head, I even lifted my arms to make it easier for him. Then my dad stripped off totally and drew me back into his arms and rained kisses down on my lips and breasts. As he was sucking my nipples into his mouth he unfastened my shorts and pulled them down as far as he could reach.

While my dad was fondling my breast with one hand his other hand slipped down, his fingertips ran through my pussy hair and tried to get between my legs but they were being held close together by my tight shorts so he couldn't get to his target. I didn't want to reach down to push my shorts past my knees; I didn't want my move to be seen as a rejection as it had been the night before.

My dad's hands were both busy so when I felt other hands pushing my legs together and pulling at my shorts I knew that my mother was taking a hand in helping my father reach his target. I felt my shorts fall around my ankles, my mother tapped my right leg and I lifted my right foot off of the floor so she could safely remove my shorts, as soon as my legs were free my feet sprang apart as wide as I could get them so that my dad could get his fingers between my legs and start to work me to an orgasm by massaging my labia and clitoris with his fingertips. My mother pulled me down onto the bed by her side, I was facing her, she was still wearing her t-shirt and shorts while dad and I were naked.

I was pulled tight against my mother's body, she whispered, "Just relax, I won't let him hurt you this time, he just needs a little loving and then we can get off to the beach."

My dad was now behind me, I was about to roll over to face him but my mother held me in place, I felt my dad's thumb force its way between my thighs at the top of my legs. He opened a gap just wide enough for his cock to slide between my thighs, his cock was so long that when his pubic hair patted my bottom the mushroom head of his cock stood out in front of me by a full inch. My mum kissed me and then her fingers reached for my dad's cock and she pushed his cock up hard against my pussy. My dad started to rock himself back and forth; I started to open my legs a little for him to try and make it easier for him, "No darling, keep your legs tightly closed it will feel nicer for your father."

I heard voices outside, I looked over my mother's shoulder just as a shadow passed over our curtains and was glad that we left them closed that morning, then my eyes were drawn to the gap that my dad and I had watched mum and Gordon fucking through the night before. I saw Paul's face, perfectly framed in the gap in the badly fitting curtains, I couldn't be sure that he was actually watching what was going on in the room but I had to assume that he was because of where he was standing.

I reached a climax and then my mum said, "Okay, get on with it; you've made her feel good."

My dad's thrusting sped up a little and then he started to breathe a little heavily and his movements were more laboured, "Are you ready Vicky? Your father's about to shoot his load, just keep relaxed, and it won't hurt."

I had my eyes fixed on Paul's to see if there were any tell-tale signs that he was watching us, I wished that I could see down as far as his shorts to see if he was excited, I felt hot, wet liquid between my legs and my mother suddenly pushed my dad's cock up harder and at that moment my dad lowered himself slightly, altering the position of his cock against my pussy, "Just keep relaxed" and my mum pressed my dad's cockhead into the opening of my vagina, no more than a half an inch of his cock entered me and then there were three more jets of semen that were injected deeply into my body.

After my dad had finished climaxing and his body had stopped jerking about he lay still, the tip of his cock still just inside my body and as soon as his body stopped jerking my mum let his cock go and brought her fingers up to her mouth, there were long strings of what looked like crazy-glue hanging from her fingers which she pushed into her mouth and sucked off greedily.

It took around ten minutes but eventually my dad's cock shrank and slipped out of my body and then out from between my thighs. My mum took a tissue and wiped my outer pussy lips clean and dry, "We don't want to get rid of it all from inside, if you want to try going a little further in a bit it will help as a lubricant."

I was handed my new bikini and as I put it on I saw Paul smile at me through the gap in the curtains. I wanted to wear my shorts and t-shirt on top of my bikini but my dad persuaded me just to wear my t-shirt for the walk down to the beach, once again my mum was dressed in exactly the same way that I was, her bikini was a slightly different colour but basically the same French cut. By the time we stepped out of our apartment Paul had moved to the end of the path so it didn't look like he'd been spying on us through the window.

"I couldn't find the beach you mentioned at breakfast so I thought I could walk along with you guys."

My dad said, "Where's your mum and dad?"

"They've had a bit of fight and now my dad's buying my mum a present in town to make up for it, I refused to go shopping with my mum in this heat so they left me to play on the beach."

We followed the main path until the last apartment block and then stepped through another overgrown bush; it looked like the gardeners had tried to hide the path we usually used to follow to our private little beach by digging up the path and planting new bushes over it. At the back fence we turned right and walked until we reached the maintenance compound's fence and then we squeezed through the gap between the back fence and the compound's wall. It was a few more yards and a struggle through gorse bushes and tall clumps of sedge grass and we were finally on the small secluded bay.

My dad and Paul cleared away the stones on a patch of the beach large enough for us to lay four towels out comfortably and then my mum and dad lay out in the sun to start their tanning. Paul was beating around the bush a little but eventually he asked me if I wanted to take a little walk with him, I looked at my mum; she smiled and nodded her head so I walked off round the bay with Paul.

"Your dad told me earlier that he was hoping that you'd find a boyfriend for the holiday."

"Really, when did he tell you that?"

"When he was buying you that bikini in the Waikiki Boutique, when my mum and dad started fighting I headed for the shops to watch women changing in the changing rooms."

"What do you mean?"

"The curtains are just as badly fitted in the changing rooms as they are in the rabbit hutches they call apartments. If I stand in the right place I get to see women changing into swimming costumes, your dad caught me and that's when he told me that he hoped you'd find a boyfriend."

We walked a little further around the bay and as it was low tide we were able to walk around the rocky headland to just out of sight of my parents. "Can I kiss you?"

"Why?"

"Well, I really want to, I've been trying to get a girlfriend for three years but never had any luck so far, you letting me touch your leg at breakfast was the closest I've been to sex in my life so far."

"You only rubbed my leg, that wasn't anywhere near to sex."

"My fingers were right next to your sex, your mum and dad didn't mind me doing it and you only got frightened when my mother started looking at us."

Paul grabbed my wrist and stopped me walking, "Well, can I? Can I kiss you?"

I didn't say anything but I was conscious that I did use the tip of my tongue to moisten my lips and Paul spotted that and took it as the green light, he closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed me. I got to ten Mississippis before I forgot all about counting and my hand slipped up to the back of Paul's neck and I was stroking his neck and up into the hair on the back of his head.

Paul took a sudden bravery pill and grabbed a handful of my left breast through my skimpy bikini top, I wouldn't have even got to one Mississippi while his hand was on my breast before he suddenly let go and jumped away flinching. He stood for a minute squinting at me as I stood there shocked at his sudden leap away, then he slowly opened his eyes fully and then over full, the shocked look was on his face rather than mine, "Aren't you going to slap my face?"

"Why? Did you want me to slap you?"

"No, but girls usually do if I try it on and I've never got that far before."

I made a sudden jab with my hand, caught one of his nipples between thumb and index finger and squeezed as hard as I could. Paul looked even more shocked and there was a tear in his eye, then I let his nipple go free and brushed the tips of my fingers over his chest, lingering gently over the nipple I had just bruised. "Now, which did you prefer, the quick grab or the gentle caress?"

"The second way!"

I nodded in agreement with him, then I took his left wrist and lifted it up, I took his hand and placed it gently under my breast cupping it through my bikini, then I moved it from side to side so it was like a very tender caress but it was all at my own initiation. Paul was looking from my breast to my eyes, then, when I let his hand go free he carried on caressing my breast and once I had stopped driving his movements the pleasure increased tenfold. He moved his hand from simply cupping under my breast to sliding all over, when he felt my nipple grow under the thin material of my bikini top he grinned and whispered "Wow!"

I turned my back on Paul and looked to see if anyone was close enough to see us, I looked over my shoulder and Paul was looking confused, "There's no one about, my top only has a simple bow holding it closed!"

I smiled at Paul and then I looked back along the beach, I felt Paul's fingers tug at the end of the bow on the back of my bikini top but not a full blown pull, just like he was testing, like he was expecting me to turn at any moment and knee him in his 'happy-sacks'. I looked over my shoulder at Paul again, "What's up, don't you want to see my tits?"

"Fucking hell yes, you have gorgeous tits and I'd love to see what they look like out in the open."

I gave him another smile of encouragement and then turned to look back along the bay, "I'll keep look out!"

There was a slow, gentle pull on the open end of the knot holding my bikini top closed. I scanned the area for people coming close to where Paul and I were standing ankle deep in water, the waves gently rolling the water to around calf deep six or seven times a minute, the sixth, or possibly seventh role went slightly higher than those proceeding it almost wetting my upper thigh each time and as it receded it dragged the loose sand from under my feet.

I counted five large waves hitting my legs before the knot finally gave way and my bikini top fell loosely from my neck on its halter strap. It had taken Paul so long to unfasten the knot that I was on the raggedy edge of a climax from the excitement that built up in my body from Paul taking so long and the fact that I felt so exposed out on the point, exposed even though I knew that there was no one within sight of us.

I pulled the halter strap over my head and then turned to face Paul, "Well, what do you think?"

"Fucking hell, you have the best tits in the world, don't get me wrong, my mum's tits are the only ones I've seen in real life, well, up as close and open as this but I've seen millions of tits in books and on the internet but this is far more special."

"You can kiss me again if you like."

I looked down at the front of Paul's trunks; there was a very respectable rod down the front of Paul's trunks and as he leaned in to kiss me the spot of shame grew to the size of a golf ball. Paul kissed me tenderly and his right hand started to fondle my breasts gently and his left hand was between us, his knuckles rubbing against my thigh and he tried to adjust his cock in his trunks.

I pulled my lips from Paul's and said, "You uncomfortable down there?"

"Well, seeing and touching your tits has kind of made a little problem down there."

"Do you want a little help from me?"

"Oh my God yes, yes please."

I reached down and rubbed Paul's cock through his trunks before slipping my hand down the front and curling my fingers around his cock. Our lips met again and I felt him gasp against my lips and then he sighed as my hand started to work up and down as I rubbed his cock, we kissed solidly until he groaned and I felt him spurting all over my belly and hip. I broke the kiss and looked down at his cock in my hand. Fortunately his spunk had splashed down over the thin side strap of my bikini bottoms so there was little sign of his mess. His trunks were a different story though; you could see where three jets of semen had splashed down on his trunks.

"You'd better go in the sea and get your trunks properly wet."

I used my fingers like a strigil to scrape off Paul's spunk and then washed it from my fingers in the sea while Paul romped in the deeper water. When he was finished letting off steam he came back and went to kiss me but stopped short, "Is it okay for me to kiss you again?"

That made me smile, just a few minutes ago Paul was a 'Grab for it and run' kind of boy, I put him in his place, then I gave him a present, using my hand to give him a few moments of pleasure and now he was a changed person. I nodded my head and Paul kissed me for ten Mississippis before pulling away and reaching out to fondle my breasts with both hands and as he leaned in again to kiss me I stopped him, he looked very confused. I looked over my shoulder, away from the camp and towards town, "Someone's coming from town, we'd better go back."

Paul looked very disappointed, "Do we have to go back to your parents?"

I could read it in his eyes, 'If we go back to her parents that will be the end of my fun!'

"My dad's a bit uptight about the locals finding out about our little beach, if outsiders start to use it the camp will close off the holes in the fence to stop them getting into the camp for free."

Paul still looked disappointed but he did end up nodding his head, he understood where my father was coming from so we started walking back towards my parents, "Aren't you going to put your top back on?"

I shook my head and Paul looked worried, "What if they think that I took it off?"

"You did take it off!"

"God I know that and you know it but I don't want your dad to think it!"

"He won't care."

Paul was keeping his distance from me as we walked back towards where we had left my mum and dad, about half way back I moved in closer, I reached out my right hand and touched the back of his trunks, "They've dried quickly."

"Yes, it's the material, it always dries fast but the sun is strong too, that's helping to dry them faster."

I hooked my thumb into the back of his trunks with the flat of my hand on his right buttock and hip, "I could be your girlfriend while we're on holiday if you like!"

"I'd like to be your boyfriend all the time; I've never met a girl like you before."

"We live too far apart to be proper boy and girl friend but here on holiday, until you go home. Aren't there any girls at school that you fancy?"

Paul laughed and then he put his left arm over my shoulder, Ron Green fancies me and William Harrison has flirted with me a lot but they don't have tits like yours and they don't look half as good as you do in bikini bottoms."

"What are you going on about?"

"I go to an all boy's school; it turns a lot of boys funny!"

I laughed, "I go to a convent school, about half the girls are Lesbos, well either Lesbos or they have pet dogs!"

"So, no boys at your school like there are no girls at mine!"

"That's right."

"Do the Lesbos bother you?"

"Not much, I dress to hide at school and avoid the changing rooms as much as possible but if they saw me like this they'd kill you to get at me."

"Erm, you said that half of the girls were Lesbos or had pet dogs, what did you mean about them having pet dogs?"

I stopped and looked at him with a smile on my face, he was blushing like a stop light, "What! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't you know about girls and their pet dogs? They say a dog is a man's best friend but they are even better friends to girls!"

I kissed him and then we walked along again, I saw my dad first, he was standing on the grass area, just off the sand, it was two or three feet higher than the beach and it was obvious that my dad was keeping a look out all around, there was a man standing a few feet behind him who seemed to be looking down at where my mother was. When my mum came into my view I realised that she wasn't alone, there was a man sitting at her side looking at her, she was on her back and there was another man between her thighs.

Paul stopped and held me back, "I think your mum is..."

"She's probably being fucked."

Paul's jaw dropped and he looked at me totally shocked, "You've seen your mother being fucked before?"

"Well, the first time I watched her being fucked was last night when your dad fucked her. I never realised it before but every year we came here in the past, when the men started to gather around my mum, my dad would take me off to the commercial centre to play on the amusements or get me ice cream but I get the feeling that he would have preferred to stop here and watch my mother with the men.

I went to kiss Paul but his mouth was opening and closing, he was either imitating a gold fish or he was trying to get words out that his brain wouldn't form in his throat. "What's wrong?"

"You, you, you said you watched my dad fucking..."

I could see that Paul was having a lot of difficulty getting his words out; he was almost in a state of apoplectic shock. "What's the problem Paul? Is it because you didn't know that your dad had sex?"

Paul managed to move the blockage, "No, it's not that, I guess that he and my mum do it sometimes but I didn't know that he'd do someone else."

"God, I'm sorry, I didn't think, my dad seems perfectly happy that my mum fucks other men and they do it every day, sometimes twice a day."

"How do you know that your mum and dad do it every day?"

"I hear them, every night and most mornings and I'm sure that they do it in the day sometimes as well."

"I hear my mum and dad but only two or three times a year."

"Yes, my mum said that she didn't think your mum gave him much sex."

I saw the man that had been between my mother's thighs get up, he ripped a condom off of his cock and threw it onto the sand about six feet away, the man who had been sitting watching them closely looked over towards me and Paul, a worried look on his face and I noticed that he was holding the small foil wrapper of a condom in his hand. My mother was beckoning for the second man to join her but he sat still, he just nodded his head in my direction, my mum looked over at me and Paul, she saw that I was topless and she smiled and gave a little clap of her hands and mouthed, 'Well done darling!'

I could see that the man was very reluctant to move in on my mum while Paul and I were standing there watching and then another man came out of the bushes.

"You wait here Paul, I'll go and get our towels, I don't think that man is too happy that we're watching."

I walked over to my mum and picked up two of the towels, then I recognised the man, I'd seen him most years at the camp and always assumed that he worked there, his hand was covering his erection, I'd never seen him in swimming trunks before never mind totally naked. I nodded my head at the man in recognition, "Hi Mr Gildert, nice to see you again."

David Gildert relaxed slightly, "Nice to see you too Victoria, I didn't recognise you, you've grown a lot since the last time I saw you, I'm sure that you were flat chested two years ago when I last saw you."

I smiled and David stood up, he didn't bother covering his cock any more, he stepped over to me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my cheek, then he whispered, "The last time I saw you was in your apartment, your dad brought me in after you were asleep, you looked like a little angel when you were sleeping."

I looked to where I'd left Paul but my father had called him over and I watched as my dad gave Paul something and Paul took one look and then stuffed his hand down his trunks, Paul blushed a deep red and then hightailed it back to where I'd left him. I felt David jab me in the stomach a few times with his cock and finally I managed to peel his arms from around me. I walked back to Paul and took his arm and pulled him about twenty feet away from my mum and dad. My mum was grunting through the sex act before we found our new spot to place our towels on the sand.

As I went down onto my knees Paul was looking over at my mum and David, "Will she let the other's fuck her too?"

"Probably, this is the first time I've been around on the beach when other men were around."

There were three men waiting behind my father now while David was making a pig of himself fucking my mother. "What did my dad say to you?"

Paul blushed again and then he pulled three condoms out of the tiny pocket down inside the front of his trunks, "He told me to make sure that I used these."

I burst out laughing, then both Paul's and my attention were drawn towards my mum and David Gildert, David was almost bellowing out as he grunted through his climax. Again, like the first man, David stood up, then he ripped off his condom and threw it on the sand next to the first one. David pulled his shorts on and walked past the three men and my dad talking in a little group. My dad gave each of the men a condom and as I lay down on the towel again as the three men walked over to my mother together.

Paul remained propped up on his elbow watching my mother and the three men, then his eyes widened, "Wow, I don't believe it!"

I didn't really want to look but Paul's exclamation forced me back up and looking over my shoulder, one man was on his back, my mum was squatting on top of him, riding his cock as the second man was kneeling behind her lining his condom covered cock up with her arsehole and the third man was moving round in front of her and pointing his cock at her mouth. I looked over at my dad, he had the same expression on his face as he had when he finally won first prize at the talent show.

I lay back down again and put my left arm roughly where Paul's neck should be if he wasn't still watching my mother with a look of great admiration on his face, "God, she's sucking the third man's cock now and he's a whopper but it's all the way in her mouth."

"You can go over to get a better look if you like or you can lie here with me!"

Paul looked down at my face to see if I was being shirty with him for watching my mum fucking three men at the same time, then he grinned at me and he lay down again. We kissed and Paul slipped his hand on my stomach, then he broke the kiss, "Your belly's wet, was that from me earlier?"

"No, that was David Gildert, when he hugged me he prodded my belly with his cock."

"The dirty old bugger."

I pulled Paul's mouth against mine again, partly to shut him up and partly because I had decided that I quite liked kissing boys under the hot sun. As we kissed Paul slithered in a little closer and started to rub his swimwear covered erection against my hip. I broke the kiss, "You horny again?"

"Of course I am, I've got a Goddess in my arms, three condoms from your dad and your mum's performing every schoolboy's fantasy shag just twenty feet away."

I slipped my right hand down between us and into Paul's trunks. I started to wank him off slowly inside his trunks, I could see that Paul's eyes were open and he was trying to look over at my dad, obviously still worrying that my dad might get mad if he caught me wanking him off, then he closed his eyes again and a little shiver ran through his body.

"You do that great, how many boys have you tossed off before?"

"You're the first."

"Wow, you do great for a first timer, would your dad kill me if I touch you?"

"I guess it depends on where you want to touch me!"

Paul's left hand was rubbing over my belly, around the place that David Gildert had left his mark earlier.

"A bit lower!"

"A bit lower..."

'I stopped mid-sentence, I realised a bit lower than what! Paul wanted to touch me between my legs, the only part of my body covered by my bikini bottoms.'

I was just about to say he could carry on and touch me wherever he wanted when a shadow came over us, my father had come over and he was in a perfect position to see my hand down the front of Paul's trunks. Paul was really torn, his hand shot round my wrist, part of him wanted to pull my hand out and of his trunks and part of him wanted to just try and hide what I was doing from my father.

"Vicky needs some sun screen on, you want to do it for her Paul?"

Paul seemed to stop breathing for a full two minutes, then he relaxed, gave a sigh and stopped trying to hide what I was doing to him then he nodded his head to my father.

"Here..." My father handed Paul a tube of sun screen, "...make sure that you cover her all over, use plenty and rub it well in."

My dad turned to walk away and then stopped, his back still towards me, "And it might be better if you take your bikini bottoms off as well Vicky, if that sun oil goes on the material it'll never wash off."

I looked at Paul's face, his head looked like it was about to split in two he was grinning so broadly. "Your dad said you should take your knickers off for me so I can rub oil all over you!"

Paul was almost wetting himself he was laughing so much but he stopped laughing when I pulled my hands out of his trunks to use both hands to pull my bikini bottoms down. The broad grin returned as soon as Paul saw my bushy triangle pop into view and suddenly he was giving my cunt a very close inspection. I looked over towards my dad, "You're making me feel uncomfortable, anyone would think you'd never seen a pussy before."

"Well, I haven't, not in real life and the girls on the internet never have that much hair."

"I don't have a lot of hair, just the normal amount for a girl of my age."

Paul made a big thing out of rubbing the sunscreen all over my body, he saved my cunt until last and asked me to open my legs for him and rubbed sun oil all over my hairy bush and labia. I'll give Paul his dues though, after I told him off for ogling my cunt so closely he didn't do it again. After he finished oiling my body we both lay on our backs, Paul's hand over my cunt exploring my inner body while I was rubbing his cock again until he spurted off for a second time, this time over his own belly.

"Can I fuck you?"

"You've only just climaxed!"

"I know, but can I fuck you when I'm hard again?"

"Can we wait a little, do it somewhere a little more private than here..." I gestured with my head towards the two men talking to my father and removing their shorts. "...perhaps when my mum and dad go to the show tonight, we can slip back to our apartment and I'll let you use one of those condoms on me."

The rest of our visit to the beach was uneventful, well apart from my mum fucking another three men, making it seven men in total that she had fucked during the day on the beach and, oh yes, I wanked Paul again before we went off to get washed and changed for dinner.

When we got to dinner, the first time all day that Paul left my side as he had to eat with his parents, the entertainment manager caught my father and they were in a conversation for ages in a corner of the dining room. My dad had the same grin on his face that Paul had when he saw my cunt for the first time.

"Hey guys, guess what!"

My mum and I looked at each other and then we both said in unison, "What?"

"The nine o'clock turn can't make it, Brian has just asked me if the Adams Family can do a forty minute set for him."

My mum and I looked at each other again, she looked excited, no, she looked deliriously excited, she was over the moon, she loved being the centre of attention and there would be fifteen hundred people in the main hall as usual on a Saturday evening. I excused myself and went to break the bad news to Paul, his cherry busting date would have to be put off, for tonight at least. I watched Paul run through a gamut of emotions, from disappointment to excitement.

"My mum and dad are going into town, they're going to see the comedy show on the pier, I wasn't really keen on going, I don't even know who Cannon and Ball are. I'd much rather watch you singing and playing guitar but they might not let me in the audience without my parents, can I come in with your family?"

"We won't be going in the front, turns go in round the back, there's a small bar back there where we can get ready."

Paul looked disappointed again, then his face brightened, "Can I come as your roadie or something, I could help carry your guitar or something."

If Paul had a tail he'd be wagging it, I was sure of that, "Okay, go and ask your mum and dad if you can stop here with us, I'll go and tell my parent's we might be four tonight."

Paul went to run back to his parents but stopped, then he turned and leaned in to kiss me but again stopped himself, "I love the way you said you'd tell Adam and Amanda, not ask them..." Then Paul looked around, "...is it okay to kiss you in public?"

I wrapped my arms around Paul's neck and dragged his body against mine and planted a huge smacker on his lips, "What's going on here?"

I felt Paul's neck shrink down into his shoulders and he seemed to be four inches shorter than usual at the sound of his father's voice but give Paul his due, he didn't break the kiss with me until I relaxed my grip on his neck.

Gordon smiled when he saw that his son was smooching with me, "Well, well, well Victoria, what is it about the women in your family attracting the men in mine?"

Paul blushed, his dad probably thought it was because he'd been caught kissing a girl but I knew that it was because he remembered that I'd told him that his dad had fucked my mum. I left Gordon and Paul talking and headed off looking for my parents again, passing Claire as she left the dining room. Because we'd been asked at short notice to do a forty minute set in stage for the club or rather for their punters my dad had been told to pop over the road to see their wardrobe mistress, she lived outside the camp but just literally yards away and even though she didn't hold their wardrobe at her house she knew every single item in their stock and also had access to other suppliers of costumes at short notice.

We were all measured up and our details were entered into a computer database. The woman did a few commands on her computer, my mother had said she would prefer something sexy in white and we sat and flicked through hundreds of pictures of show costumes and my mother settled on a trapeze artists costume that was in white Lycra and they had costumes for my mum and me in in our sizes but nothing for a man, then my dad remembered an Elvis tribute show where the main singer had a copy of an Elvis Las Vegas costume including a white cowboy hat.

The woman noted down where the two costumes were that my mum had chosen for us to wear and then typed in 'Elvis' and got fifteen different Elvis costumes and the one my dad remembered was the fifth in the database, the location of that was noted down as well. The four of us went over to the camp's storage rooms below the club house, my dad's costume came up first and he started to try it on while my mum and me went further into the store, my mum's costume was just a little tight but being Lycra it stretched to accommodate, mine fitted like it was made for me.

After we were both dressed the wardrobe manager pulled a face, "They were okay twenty feet in the air and well away from the audience but you will only be six feet away from the front row, they'll be far too revealing as they are..."

I looked at my mum, she went from a look of sexual excitement to disappointment in an instant and she started to pull at the rear zipper to take the costume off.

"...we need to try the costume with something like a white rah-rah skirt over it, we have loads of them floating around here somewhere."

So, our costume was white Lycra and mesh showing off a hell of a lot of our bodies, a tiny rah-rah skirt and white cowboy hats each. Mum was disappointed that she had to change back into her own clothes but we had close to two hours before our set was due to start. My mum really wanted to walk around the camp in her skimpy Lycra costume but the wardrobe manager didn't want her expensive costumes out in the general area, she bagged all three costumes and told us they would be waiting on a rack in the waiting room at the rear of the stage.

We had two hours, that sounds like an age but we had to come up with songs that we all knew that the audience could relate too, they were after all expecting a sixties group, we weren't forced to stick to sixties though but my dad knew that the audience would me kindly disposed to sixties music.

I heard my dad ask if there was a violin we could use or a keyboard as we only had our guitars with us. Everything was set, a very expensive keyboard was set up at one side of the stage and a violin with electronic pickup was placed on a stand. My dad had an idea for a joke, I was to play my last violin examination piece, I'd be wearing my costume but over the top I'd be wearing a 'pull away' white blouse and long navy blue skirt.

The idea was that I'd stand, centre stage, wearing my white blouse and long skirt, playing Vivaldi's violin concerto in G minor. My dad would then come out, look at the stunned faces in the audience, walk up to me and yank off my top costume and as he did, I'd change the tune from Vivaldi into the opening bars of Eleanor Rigby, "No, no I can't do that, I need to be on guitar so I can come in on the opening bars of the first song."

My dad looked very disappointed, he'd seen the opening in his head and he knew that the audience would go mad for the theatrical effects of it, "What about Paul, he's asking Gordon and Claire if he can stop here to watch us do our act, and if he can't, what about the MC doing it?"

The excitement was back in my father's face once again, "If Paul dressed in a hooded jumper with the hood up, jeans and white trainers, he could sit out in the audience, he could boo your violin playing, then run up, jump on stage, grab your top costume and run off stage right, the spot on me and your mother could open up as soon as he's past the flats."

We were fortunate that Paul was able to stay in camp with us and that he had exactly the right clothes with him. the wardrobe mistress was able to take an old skirt and white blouse and join them together at the waist while unpicking all of the stitching in the seams, just a running tack so that Paul would look like he was ripping my clothes off of my body.

Before the audience was allowed into the auditorium one seat was closed off with a reserved notice, we weren't the first act on stage and Paul was with us as we listened to the opening act of the show. Paul left as they played their last tune and after the curtains closed and the lights came up so that people could get drinks Paul made a big thing about walking down the main aisle asking people if a seat was free or not and they never were because the place was full.

Paul got to the sixth row and the end seat with the reserved note on it, he made a big thing of looking all around and then ripped the note off of the seat, ripped it up and rolled it into a ball before throwing it at the stage and sitting down.

I was centre stage as the MC announced that Derik and the Dominoes were unable to attend because of illness, "I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, I know that Derik is very popular and many of you came here tonight just to listen to his own unique sixties styling's. I've only had a few hours to find someone to stand in so please bear with her and give a warm welcome to Victoria Fisher and she will be entertaining us tonight with Vivaldi's concerto in G minor."

The lights went down and the curtains opened, I took a deep breath and as the middle spot opened his iris I drew the bow across the strings of the violin, the opening bar to my piece of music and I heard Paul 'Boo' me. It was actually the first time in my life that I'd been booed, "This is crap, get her off!"

I'd have to rethink letting Paul loose his virginity with me after hearing that, I looked out into the darkness, a follow-spot was trained on Paul, just a faint blow but it meant that I could pick Paul out in the crowd, he booed again, I saw the man sitting next to him hit him across the back of his head, then I saw two of the security staff moving in on Paul, as I played the phrasing I'd learned off by heart I wondered if security had been told about Paul.

I watched a hand grab for Paul's jumper and he suddenly broke loose, "This is crap, get her off!"

Paul ran for the stage, he had to dodge another member of the audience and make a flying leap for the stage, he ran past me and fortunately his hand made contact with my blouse, it looked to the audience that he was trying to pull me off the stage and suddenly with the sound of tearing material picked up on my mother's microphone I changed to the opening bars of Eleanor Rigby and the other two spotlights opened on my mum and dad and my dad joined in on guitar with my mum taking the main vocal role.

There was a gasp as my clothes were ripped off, then silence as the audience tried to work out just what had happened and by the chorus they were clapping, whistling and cheering us on. I only looked over to Paul in the wings twice and then was taken away by the audience. We had been asked to do forty minutes but with encores we ended up doing an hour, I played violin, guitar and keyboard and sang the words I could remember to songs from so long ago.

As we took our final bow the MC announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, please give a big round of applauds for Adam's Family and I'm sure that we'll be asking them back to entertain us again before the week is out."

As we took our bow I gestured for Paul to come out in stage with us to take a bow at my side, as he bowed I pulled his hood off and when he stood upright I kissed him as mum kissed dad. My mum was on such a high that I knew that she'd be lapping it up all night long and that my dad would be too, I grabbed Paul's arm, I was on a high too and I whispered in Paul's ear, "You remembered to bring those condoms with you I hope?"

Paul grinned and nodded his head and as my mum and dad went to the bar in the main auditorium I took Paul to apartment two-two-four.

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