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“A family that camps together, stays together." This is the motto that Father loves to say any time the subject of roughing it in the woods comes up, and he loves to find any excuse he can to go out into the wilderness and have a grand old time. And, of course, he has to repeat his mantra as he drives in the last of the spikes into the large, family-sized tent. For him and his ladies, there doesn't need to be any privacy.

“Mmm… excellent work, as always, dear," Mother says, bringing him a nice cold one from out of the cooler, the foam drizzling out from the bottle neck.

“Thanks, love," he grunts as he swipes the drink, chugging it down and letting bits of the cool goodness roll down his chin over his uncovered chest.

Charity sits on nearby bench, one hand on her cheek as she swipes through the slowly-loading webpages on her phone.

Father takes the phone from her and pockets it in his jeans. “Now, now, little missy," he says, wiping the rest of the drink off of his chin. “You're here with your family, now. You can't be a little miss grumpy pants."

“Da~aad!" Charity whines, spinning around and reaching for his pants, just shy of his pocket, perhaps a little too close to the front.

He grabs her by the wrist and stares her with narrowed eyes. “I see you're feelin' a little frisky today, princess," he growls. “Don't worry. Daddy'll punish you real good, but for now, you need to make sure you're a part of the family, or the real punishment will begin."

“R… real punishment?" Charity asks, her lips quivering.

He pulls her in close and leans in, whispering the threat into her ears. “That's right… if you don't behave… tonight, daddy's gonna sit you down at the campfire, and we're gonna sing “Kumbaya" all night long.

Charity snarls and pulls her arm away. “Oh, daddy, you're just being a tease!" she says, shaking her head, but she shrugs and crosses one leg over the other. “So, what shall we do, then? What eager family activity to spur on your memories of times before you fucked your daughters?" She smirks at that one.

“Correction. I fuck one daughter and I also fuck a crazy slut." He says, turning away from her. The way he switched from the jovial dad to her “Daddy," really makes Charity bite her lip and turns on the glistening want down between her legs.

“What I'm thinking," Father begins. “Is we go on a nice hike up to the spring that's over yonder," he says.

“Oooh!?" Mother claps her hands together. “Where we first met? Oh, Honey, how romantic!"

“Oh, yeah!" Father says, patting his stomach after that nice cool drink. “Me and all my girls are gonna spend an amazing evening there. Maybe even let the piece of trash behind me have some fun, too."

“Daddy, you're too kind!" Charity says, gripping the seat, digging her fingers into the wood.

“Oh, but speaking of which," Father said, stroking his chin. “Where's Amy? We can't get started without her."

“Oh," Mother says, clasping her cheeks. “I totally forgot. I asked her to get us some firewood so we could have some nice treats tonight. "

“Ah, come on," he says, whimpering. “That's a man's job!"

“You're not as young as you used to be, dear," Mother said." Come on, you deserve a reward. Let Charity find her sister, while you and I relax." She grabs him by the arm and leads him away, giggling slightly as she looks over toward her daughter with fluttering eyes.

Charity knows that look. It's the one that says she's still the top bitch.

“Okay… fine!" Charity huffs and jumps up, straightening up her black tank top. I'll go find that wilderness-loving weirdo and she and I will make out in the woods. How about that!?"

Her attempt at rebellion is answered only by the laughing and shifting of bodies from within the tent.

Grumbling, Charity stomps off into the woods, “stupid camping, stupid Daddy. Won't' even touch me again since Rob came to visit."

Out of earshot of her parents fucking, Charity looks around the densely-wooded area, holding her hands out in frustration. “Okay… where the hell are you, Amy? You're starting to freak me out!"

The only response that Charity gets is the snapping of a branch. She spins around, her eyes wide, but soon, she bites her lip. “Oooh, hello, there…" she purrs. Amy will be alright on her own for a few more minutes while she enjoys herself with this interesting duo.

If only Charity took a few more steps further. Perhaps then, she would have found the bundle of sticks that were dropped haphazardly upon the ground. Maybe, if she saw those, she would have seen the boot-clad footprints leading off deeper into the woods. And if she saw those, there is also a chance that she might have seen the other tracks, following close behind. And if she followed both sets of tracks, she would have most definitely seen the shredded remains of clothes, and even the drops of blood that mar the forest floor, along with strands of blonde hair--evidence of some misadventure to befall her loving sister, Amy

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Before that misadventure, before Father drove in that final peg, Mother approaches her daughter and asks, “Amy, could you be a dear and go look for some firewood?" The older woman brushes her fingers up along her daughter's bare leg and ends with a playful slap to her denim-clad rear.

Amy hops up from the trunk, rubbing her bum and feigning a pout. The blond wears her hair back into a ponytail and dresses in an airy top, tied up just above the midriff. “Aw, but Mom, I was going to help Daddy build the tent."

Mother winks and holds up a bag of homemade marshmallows. “Well, we're going to need a nice fire if we're going to enjoy some of your mother's wonderful treats, aren't we?"

Amy chuckles and closes the trunk. “Alright, you got me. I guess someone's gotta do it, anyway. So, sure." She leans in and gives her mother a quick kiss right on the lips. “Be back in an hour. Don't you worry about me!"