Unspoken Pleasure

While the men set up the campsite, the women worked on putting lunch together. Austin's stomach growled. His father gave him a knowing smile. Austin only hoped he looked as good as his Dad at 40. The man was fit, tan, and the little bit of silver in his dark hair only made him look distinguished rather than old. Austin knew that most of the guys at school lusted after his sisters. He also knew a good many that drooled over his Mom. But he'd yet to meet a girl who didn't absolutely swoon when they saw his Dad. Austin couldn't help but be jealous of that.

Austin looked over at his Mom. She was leaning slightly over the table, causing her perfect ass to poke out like she was getting ready to be taken from behind. Her little tits hung down in her light blue t-shirt. The muscles in her arm, strained. His Dad got to be with that woman whenever he wanted. Oh, Austin definitely couldn't help but be jealous of that...

Austin felt a hand on his shoulder. His father. Austin's heart seized like his Dad was squeezing it rather than his arm.

"Enjoying the view?" his father said. Shit fuck shit!

"Yes, it's ummm, very nice?" Austin asked.

"I love this place. The lake. The trails. It's so peaceful. Tough to find a place with no people these days, you know? For us to be together as a family with no one else around, I don't think you understand what a rare treasure that is." Austin's chest loosened. He stood a little straighter.

"Yes, Dad," he said, "I always liked coming here when we were kids."

"I know you've been having trouble lately. That whole mess with the party..."

"I told you, Dad, that was Finn. Not me."

"And the car..."

Austin looked down at the ground. He didn't have an answer to that one.

"It's perfectly natural after high school to wonder where your life is going. Especially if you aren't getting a degree."

"College isn't for me. I know you don't get it, but at least try to respect my decision, OK? Do you really want me wasting a hundred grand on something we both know I won't succeed at? Besides, Chef Paul says I've got real talent." "No, I know," James said, "I appreciate you being honest with us. With yourself. Which is kind of what I'm trying to get at. Your mother and I are both very proud of the man you've become," Austin's father took both his son's shoulders in his hands now, looked him straight in the eye, "Despite everything else that's been going on, we know that you're becoming a respectable, responsible young man. You're going to make some girl very happy someday."

"Is this the grandkids speech, Dad?" Austin asked, "Just because you and Mom were already working on your second at my age..."

His father laughed. "No. It's the 'I'm honored to have you as a son' speech. Grandkids? Eh, they can wait a few years yet."

Austin's father clapped him on the shoulder, and then the older man walked over to the picnic table. Austin smiled. Suddenly the valley seemed far brighter than when they'd arrived.

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James sat down at the picnic table feeling good about himself. They'd made it to the lake in record time. The camp was all set up. Nothing to do now but relax and enjoy his family.

James had meant every word he'd said to his son. He really was proud of the boy, of the man he was growing into being. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was a little jealous, as well. James remembered being young, but he didn't recall ever being as studly as Austin with his broad, muscular chest and playful, boyish smile.

Every now and then, James thought he caught his wife appreciating their son, as well, but he quickly arrested his thinking. Maybe his suspicions came from the fact that James, himself, often found himself eyeing their female offspring. As his daughters joined him at the table, James had to concede that both had grown into young beauties. Alexis (he knew he was supposed to call her Lexi but he couldn't) was almost as tall as him with long black hair and an athletic build like her mother's, but with some of the younger curves still intact.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

His youngest, though, Molly -- his baby girl -- she was something else. Her blonde hair, running in ringed rivulets that practically kissed the middle of her back. She was shorter and rounder than either her mother and her sister, and it gave her assets that overwhelmed the others by far. Christine talked like Molly was fat, which was ridiculous. The girl's stomach was almost as flat as her mother's. She was just curvy and... Damn. All James saw was a healthy young girl with a knockout body that any boy would beg to be with.

Christine put a tray of food down on the table, then sat down on the bench next to her husband. Austin reached for a sandwich, but Christine pushed his hand away.

"Prayers, really?" Austin asked. James chuckled. The family was religious, yes, but not devout. He believed strongly in God and His church. But you heard about some real crazies out there (This one story he'd been told about a woman from a nearby parish who'd essentially impregnated her daughters to stop her son from masturbating was particularly disturbing. It gave James the shivers just thinking about it). He was proud that the Campbells weren't a part of stuff like that. "No, honey, first I want you to take the supplement," Christine said, "I think we all should."

The kids all groaned in unison. Even James felt a little whine slipping out of his mouth.

"Come on guys," Christine continued, "You're all clearly worn down and the day hasn't even started yet. Don't you want to be energized?"

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"Energized, yes. Constipated? No," Austin said.

"Or worse, the other way around," Alexis said, "I know the bathrooms are usually clean here, but I don't want to spend all week in one."

Molly didn't say anything, but she looked off to the lake like she was thinking about making a run for it.

"It's not that kind of cleanse," Christine said, "Dean gave it to me down at the health shop. You'll just pee a little more, that's all."

Christine was always trying new things from her favorite health nut, Dean. James was almost positive they weren't fucking, but (like with their son) part of him had to wonder. Of course, James was being overprotective of his wife. Something about getting older was making him act oddly, he knew it. But that didn't mean he knew how to stop.

Christine cleared her throat loudly, then glared at her husband. Oh yes. United front and all that.

"If your mother thinks it's a good idea, we should try the supplements," James said.

"OK, Daddy," Molly said, "If you say so." She smiled at him obsequiously and he couldn't help but grin back. At least someone was still Daddy's girl.

"OK, Christine," Alexis said, "I'll take one."

"Heck I'll take two," Austin said. Christine smiled, but gave her son one pill like everyone else.