Casey Summer Vacation Pt. 01

I want to apologize to all my readers who read through the first edition of this story in which I didn't proofread the initial fifth of this story. I spent a couple years away from the initial draft and when I returned to it, I copied and pasted the text from the Literotica server to a different software to finish the writing. Then when I brought the story back to Literotica, the format was not compatible and I didn't end up copying to the very beginning, just to the point where I thought I had left off, forgetting to check over the initial draft for edits.

That's what you get for not proofreading your copy entirely. That's on me. I won't make that mistake again.

I present to you the full, edited version of part 1. I hope you enjoy it. Part 2 should be no longer than a month away.

In this new version -- so that readers of the rough part 1 don't need to read all four pages again -- you will find:

1. Elle's best friend name completely changed to Valerie.

2. Campfire scene with all four siblings added.

3. Sex scene between parents during their hike added.

4. All rough draft author notes (lol can't believe those weren't deleted) removed.

These will all be found within the first two pages.

Alright, without further ado, I present to you the story of Casey Summer Vacation Part 1 as it was intended.

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"All set?" John hollered to his family. It was more of a statement than a question.

Though with a family of six including four boys and girls ranging in ages from 17 to 20, you had to throw that out there to make sure nobody had to make a last minute dash into the house to grab a pillow, toothbrush or take a leak.

John Casey, 42, ranked as the patriarch of this six-member household. A former collegiate baseball player, he still looked the part at 6-foot-3, 230 pounds. He and his wife Lauren, 39, met at UC Santa Barbara back in the early 90's while he starred as a third baseman and occasional pitcher for the Gauchos. The two found each other at a party after one of John's big wins, fell hard and fast for one another and never looked back. Having four kids in the span of 35 months will do that. That and a honeymoon in the Seychelles.

Lauren as it so happens comes from a wealthy family out of Southern California and they were more than happy to shell out for the dream island getaway the two always desired.

Finished loading the Chevy Suburban as well as the 16-foot Tracer they were hauling behind it, John slammed the trunk doors closed and looked around for his kids' reply. The Casey family of six was headed for their annual week-long camping trip to Yosemite National Park and Lake Tahoe.

"Yup," twins Allison -- always Allie in the family -- and Taylor called out almost in unison. They were piling into the back row of the suburban as they answered their dad.

John walked over to the driver's side door and looked at his wife after seeing his son Aiden buckle his seatbelt in the mid row captain's chair offering a non-verbal confirmation. Only his wife was not there to respond. She was walking back up the driveway and through the front entry of the house. John noticed his oldest child Elle, 20, was also tardy. Agitated though he was at yet another departure behind schedule, John couldn't help but appreciate the figure his wife cut as she made her determined walk into the house to seemingly help Elle get a move on. Lauren's ass still wouldn't quit even at 39. She was a shade under 5-foot-6 with a toned muscular physique she kept tight. Somewhat important in her profession as physical therapist.

The entire Casey family had a golden skin tone thanks to the California weather.

Lauren had flawless skin just like her daughters; toned, slender legs; a tender little booty that was currently creeping out of her short-cut jean shorts and a beautiful pair of 34-D tits that still maintained the perkiness of her youth thanks to all the exercise she continued to do in her 30s.

John had one foot on the running board, one foot on the street wanting to get going but also fighting the urge to go in and yell for his girls to get their asses in gear. It was a struggle for the impatient leader of the family, yet he was no stranger to the fight. He held firm for a third minute, waiting even as his other three children in the 'burb grew restless.

"The fuck is taking her so long?" Aiden complained aloud so his dad could hear.

Aiden, 19, had inherited his father's impatience as well as nearly every other trait. He stood 6-foot-2 and weighed 190 pounds, slightly shorter than his dad and not quite grown into his body. He also got the arm and the speed making him a true five-tool baseball talent that drew offers from schools up and down both coasts. In the end, Aiden decided to stay close to his family -- a family that really put him in the position he is now as a standout baseball star, paid for his select teams, travel tournaments, camps and everything else, as well as of course the psychological support -- choosing to take a full-ride scholarship offer with Cal State Fullerton where he played centerfield and bat second on a nightly basis. Aiden had his light brown hair cropped short, not quite buzzed but just about. He was wearing a loose tank top and a pair of Nike training shorts over his board-short style swim trunks. He had one lithe muscular arm hanging out the window and another thrown up in a "what the fuck," gesture.

"I don't know, Aiden. And watch that language," John answered without moving a muscle.

"She's always late, dad. You need to talk to that girl of yours."

John didn't reply this time, thinking instead that his lone son was on the money as usual and it'd be less exhausting to just let the conversation come to a close there.

Two minutes later, Elle came running out, her long brown hair flying all around her, carrying a backpack and calling out, "Sorry! I'm sorry, okay?"

His wife trailed behind her, both took their seats, the doors slammed shut and John peeled out of the neighborhood with nary a hesitation.

"Well, we're only 10 minutes behind schedule, that's better than usual," offered Taylor, the youngest of the family (by a factor of three minutes) yet perhaps the most responsible. She and Allie were two days from their 18th birthday, just finished high school and always looked forward to their summer trip to the lake. It was cut short by a week this year as Aiden had to get home for a baseball tournament.

"True, though, if miss Cinderella over here," Aiden pointed at his sister with his thumb, "Could ever get her shit together on time, maybe we'd never be late?"

Elle, hurt, let out an offended groan and smacked Aiden with her left hand in his arm.

"I said I was sorry," said Elle.

"You always do and yet you never find a way to be on time the next time," Aiden returned, now facing her.

"Whatever. Leave her alone, Aid." Allie said from behind them.

"Alright, let's leave it alone guys. We've got a three-hour drive, maybe four with traffic until we reach the campground so I'd like to have a quiet and civil car ride," their dad said to the entire car.

Aiden shook his head and looked down at his magazine. Everyone else put their headphones on. The next hour or so of the car ride passed without incident.

Then, about 1 p.m. the Casey convoy encountered a bottleneck going through the pass thanks to an accident up ahead. It was a good hour-long delay and only served to frustrate everyone. Slowed to a stop, Elle asked if she could ride in the camper as she needed to use the can and wanted to lay down. Mom and Dad had no qualms with that so Aiden joined her also needing to use the restroom.

A few seconds after the two entered the camper, the 'burb was moving again, meaning Aiden and Elle were stuck together until the next stop.

Once they were both finished using the toilet, Elle looked at her brother and asked, "Are we good?"

"Yeah."

Aiden didn't like that his eldest sister always got her way and was nearly always the one holding things up, but also wasn't willing to pick a fight about it. He liked just needling her, hoping it would spur a change in her habits. Of course it hadn't.

"So what should we do?"

Elle sat down at the dining table and looked at her brother.

"I thought you wanted to lay down?"

"Well, now that you're here I figured we could play some cards or something."

Elle set down her magazine -- Cosmo -- and looked at her brother, waiting for his reaction. Aiden had brown eyes to go with his brown hair, they were almond shaped and well set under a semi-hard brow, full eyebrows. He had a simple nose, symmetrical on his face like hers. A moderate sized forehead with no lines of yet, belying his youth. She really loved his jawline and full lips. She thought of all his features, those -- along with his eyes -- were the most attractive about her brother.

Those looks and his smile and sense of humor she added in her head. Nobody had a more infectious laugh than her brother, not even Taylor.

"What's that you're reading?" Aiden asked taking in the magazine for the first time.

He sat down and turned it towards him. He scanned the cover and then read aloud:

"21 ways to have your best orgasm tonight!"

Aiden laughed his infectious laugh. It was a chuckle that piqued the senses. Elle couldn't help the smile that spread across her mouth.

"Well, what's the verdict, Elle? Have they worked?"

Elle looked a little startled, surprised that her brother would ask about her sex life. She shook her head before replying.

"I haven't had a chance to try them."

Aiden laughed again. "I knew that's why you were reading it."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup. You don't need hair or makeup tips. And I don't think you got it to read about Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel's wedding."

"You know me so well."

"Better than anyone else. Even Val." Val, short for Valerie, was Elle's best friend.

Elle looked at Aiden from the corner of her eyes. "You think so?" She asked him earnestly.

"I know I do. You should test us next time we're hanging out together."

"Maybe I will," Elle said, genuinely interested in how that would go. She could come up with a list of questions, kind of like the way 'Friends' did it. There was a momentary break in the conversation.

"So what are the tips?" Aiden started flipping through the magazine.

"Aiden! You really want to talk about this?"

"Why not? Don't tell me you are still a virgin."

"I.. I'm not," Elle said a little bashful. "It's just..."

"I'm your brother and you don't like this subject among family."

"... I guess."

"Elle, sex is one of the most fundamental aspects of human life. The subject should not be thought of as taboo."

"When did you get so philosophical?"

"That wasn't, really."

"Those are fair points. I agree with that in theor-"

"It's just ... different?"

"Uh huh."

"Which is why we should start talking about it."

"Fine. Where do we start?"

"Let's go through some of these so-called 'expert' tips." Aiden flipped through the magazine as he spoke and found the article in question.

"So we've got foreplay of course, finding erogenous zones, dirty talk. Hmm, these are obvious. Ah here we go: You, that is to say, females should take control by fucking in top position. That will allow the female to find the zones of their vagina that are most stimulating for them. And then, of course, stimulation of the clit."

"Your tone makes it sound like you're an expert," Elle stated with a note of contention in her voice. Though she read articles such as this from Cosmo and the like fairly often, talked about the subject matter with girlfriends, it was another matter to hear her brother talk about fucking vaginas and stimulating the clit in a private setting such as they were. Because of that circumstance, Elle was a little red in the cheeks and her tentative response betrayed her unease.

"Since when are you so knowledgeable on sex?" continued Elle. "Did you and Amy fuck a lot?"

"I don't know," Aiden started. "It's experience and learning, I guess. "I watch a lot of porn for one (Aiden paused here as his sister let out a noise of disgust and made a move to hit him) and I've read these articles probably as often as you. But yeah, I mean Amy and I started having sex around 16 and it got more frequent each year until we broke up before end of high school. But, I wouldn't say I'm an expert. I think it takes more partners. I've only been with three girls."

"Oh, so you added two to the list this year, huh?" said Elle with indignation.

"Good work on the math, Elle."

Aiden sat back in the nook and just eyed his sister. He knew she was uncomfortable with the topic but also knew she was no prude. Elle, Val and their group of friends were known to be frequent and lively partiers, and being close in age had its advantages. Aiden knew nearly all of her friends and girls talk. Elle had two short-lived relationships with guys in high school and at least one fling that he could confirm. Having no serious attachment through two years of college told Aiden his sister was playing the field so to speak.

"Shut up."

"So what's your experience, sis? Don't keep acting like you're some chaste Catholic girl. What have you been up to at university so far?"

Elle side-eyed her brother again. She knew he knew a good deal about her high school sexual exploits as her best friend Val was an extrovert who had a thing for Aiden. That was always a problem Elle knew, but she loved Val too much to cut her loose. Her college story wasn't deviant in a sexual way. She had a handful of hookups over the last two years but had yet to find a boy worthy of spending her precious few free hours with.

"You can't tell mom and dad, Aiden!"

Elle was the typical star first born to her parents (and really she was). Smart, super athletic and gorgeous. Always had been thanks to years of athletics -- soccer and track mostly (she pole vaulted and did some sprints). She was also out-going, had plenty of quality friends, the types that you'd want to take home to your parents, not the slutty, dumb-as-a-box-of-rocks type. She associated well and knew what that was worth. She also knew what her reputation was worth and that was the reason for her concerned tone.

"You know I won't," Aiden responded, his body language displaying trust.

"I don't know, I've got some experience I guess," Elle relented.

"Some experience?" Aiden wondered aloud. "So how many guys?"

"Maybe six."

"What do you mean maybe? You're 20. It shouldn't be hard to remember."

"Fine, seven."

"Dang, Ellie! Any girls?"

"Nooooo." Elle replied with a note of embarrassment.

"You and Val never kissed? Never fondled each other all the times you slept together? Come on."

Aiden was sure they had experimented a little. The two of them sharing a bed more often than he could guess. Was it seventy-five times? 100?

"That's none of your business!"

"Hah! Alright then."

Another brief break in the conversation. Elle looked around the camper while Aiden mostly held his gaze on his sister. She was always pretty but he thought it was possible that she looked more beautiful on occasions like this. Simple summer outfit -- short shorts and a short sleeve t-shirt that failed to completely contain her 36-C tits -- and that shy look on her face.

"Are you able to reach orgasm every time you fuck now, or close to that?" Aiden followed up.

Elle turned back to her brother and frowned. "I shouldn't be talking about this with you."

Instead of responding, Aiden waited knowing his sister would keep talking if he allowed her.

"Not really. Most guys don't go down on girls and I need that. I need the mental component as well. Something, something dirty or taboo in the moment that gets you going before you even start."

The silence between the two was momentary but it felt like a minute. Then the camper came to a halt.

"You like having your pussy eaten," Aiden said matter-of-factly.

"Aiden," Elle drew the syllables out in the way you do when you are being serious.

"No, this is good. I'll let your next boyfriend know," Aiden said with a smile. And just as he did, their sisters Allie and Taylor were opening the camper door.

"We're here!" they announced together.

"Did you two have fun in here all alone together?" Allie asked.

Aiden just smiled at his younger sister who was teasing while Elle opted to lie.

"No," said Elle as she came out trailing Aiden.

A few hours later, the Casey family had the 'burb and the Tracer unloaded, tents set up, fire going and dinner prepared. The tent situation was a new one for the Casey's as John discovered their other 4-person tent, the one the kids typically shared, was in disrepair as he rifled through the camping supplies a few days prior to departure. John could slightly remember thinking that the tent in question was in need of replacing as he packed things up after last year's trip but it must have slipped his mind over the months to follow.

It left John with no other option than to turn to a hastily-formed back up plan. They had a backup two-person tent that was usually used by John and Lauren when they went out on their own private romantic weekends away. So they could use that for two of the kids. Now, he just needed to scrounge together another two-person tent.

In the end, John was able to borrow one from his brother that he was assured was in excellent condition, used just three times since being purchased two years ago.

So after tent set up was complete, the arrangements were as follows: John and Lauren in their own four-person tent which sported a queen-size blow-up mattress covered with a fitted sheet, unzipped Coleman sleeping bag and a down comforter on top to sleep under. It was the perfect size to fit the adults. In a two-person tent that the Casey's owned about 10 yards from their parents were situated the twins Allie and Taylor. They had set up their tent with a twin size mattress pad, two sleeping bags opened up and laid out on top of one another. The girls would also use a down comforter from Allie's bed as their blanket.

Then about five yards to their right stood another two-person tent of similar shape and size where Elle and Aiden had set up their home for the next couple of nights. The two each brought sleeping bags but quickly realized there wasn't enough room in the tent for them to sleep side by side in their own sleeping bags. They settled for a similar arrangement as their twin sisters, grabbing a mattress pad and unzipping their sleeping bags to lay on top of one another. There were a couple of large blankets remaining that they used to cover themselves. It would be a tight fit but they figured they could make it work without it becoming a problem.

The Tracer was left as a last resort, bad weather, someone-gets-sick situation. The Casey's liked to bring their camper along for cooking dinners, the added storage space and as an extra sleeping environment. There was a double bed as well as room to convert the table into another double bed.

However, currently the weather was hovering around 90 degrees per the digital thermometer of the 'burb. It was a warm night under the stars and the entire family was looking forward to sleeping outside. It was a tradition the Casey family believed in. It started with John's dad which he passed on to his kids and now John has passed on with his family. There was something about getting one's self back to nature for a week, taking yourself away from everything digital and technological to completely reset the body's biological system. Sleeping outside under the stars is an important part of that process.

It was now a little after 8 p.m. The family was seated together around a campfire whose flames were slowly rising after John stoked it with some fresh logs. It was crackling pretty good now and the Casey's chatted among themselves, the twins laughing at a comment Taylor made, Aiden sipping on a beer and staring into the fire while Elle chatted with her mom.