Chapter 6

“Jeff, let me go and get the kids ready for our day.” Jill rolled out of bed, still naked, and disappeared down the hall. I had set the alarm to get up early. Could I have just one more normal day with my family? Could they forget that I knew everything about what was going on? I hoped that we could.

“Okay, Jill. Let me load the car, and we can have breakfast before we leave.”

We had a fridge in the garage with drinks. There was the big crate, and I had a passing thought about what it was. I let it slip from my mind. It did not matter now, and I filled a cooler with all our favorite drinks, leaving room in the cooler for our picnic lunch. Camp chairs, fishing tackle, poles, blankets, towels, sunscreen, and hats all went into the back of the SUV—I think I had everything we needed for our excursion. It had been a while since we had had a day like this, and it took me a while to find everything. I think Jill had moved things around in the garage like she had cleared out a spot for something.

Finally, nearly ready, I went back into the house. Jill, Sally, and Josh were in the kitchen. Josh was sitting at the table, Sally was standing at the sink, and Jill was at the stove. Breakfast smelled fantastic. The delicious scent of cooking bacon wafted over me.

“There you are. You want your eggs over easy?” Jill turned and smiled at me. I had to do a double take to look at my two girls. They looked like they were ready to go to a costume party. They had on what could only be described as a loin cloth. Two square pieces of leather, about a foot on each side, one hanging in front of their pussies, the other barely covering the crack of their asses. The leather patches were held in place with a leather thong hanging on their hips, tied in a bow on each side. The tops were similar. The strips were wider than they were long and long enough to fall below their boobs to just below the rib cage, wide enough to cover their nipples, leaving side and under boob visible, with only a loop around the neck and a string at the bottom around the back.

“What’s with the costume, Jill?” I had to ask. This does not seem quite normal.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I thought you said I could get some sun. This is okay, isn’t it?”

“Jeff, it’s supposed to be a fun day, right? I saw how Sally was dressed, and I liked what I saw. I was thinking that you may enjoy looking at a pair of frontier women today.”

I sighed; they did look good. I looked at Sally. She was looking at me with her big eyes, practically begging me to let them wear their costumes. I could not deny them; they looked so excited to show off for me. “Ok, but I have never heard of Frontier women wearing such an outfit. However, it looks good on you two; over easy on the eggs, please.”

Josh was devouring his eggs and bacon, sopping up his egg yolk with his toast. It was like he had not even noticed the girls. He was a boy on a mission—he had to fill his ever-hungry belly.

“So, Josh, ready to go fishing? I hope you catch a whale.”

“Oh, Dad, you know I never catch anything when we go fishing. I think I need a fish-catching license; a fishing license seems silly.” I knew he was joking, but I seemed always to catch more fish than he did.

“I know, buddy. Maybe today is your day.”

The breakfast proceeded like normal. I helped clear the table, Josh and Sally washed the dishes, and Jill packed our lunch. We were ready to go in just a few minutes.

“Shotgun!!!” Josh yelled as we approached the car. He always wanted to sit up front, which he rarely did when Jill was with us.

“I think you will have more fun in the back, Josh.” My wife said as she slipped into the front seat, blocking Josh from taking the preferred shotgun seat.

“If I have to, what about on the way home?”

“We will see.” I gave the non-comital answer that is typical of most parents when they don’t want to commit.

“Yeah, right, I know what that means,” Josh mumbled under his breath. I ignored my teenage son like a good father.

Sally sat behind me, and Josh sat behind Jil. The back was full of all the things we ‘needed’—well, things the family always seemed to need when we went ‘roughing’ it. The drive was beautiful, and Josh sat sideways, looking intently at Sally in the back seat. I could not see Sally in my review mirror, but I could see Jill out of the corner of my eye.

“What are you doing, champ?” I asked Josh.

“I am just making sure that Sally is behaving and not doing anything she shouldn’t.”

“Is that something you do a lot of, watching your sister in case she messes up?”

Jill, “I have him make sure that Sally is doing what she should. That girl has a mind of her own, and I can’t watch her all the time. Plush Josh seems to like watching her.”

“What is she doing.” Josh.

“She is playing with her pussy. Like always.”

“What really, Sally? Are you ok with Josh staring at you like that?” I wanted to find out from her if she thought it was creepy. Jill just shrugged at me when I looked questioningly at her.

“It’s fine, Dad; I like it, actually.” I saw Josh’s arm reach over to Sally’s side right after she said it was fine. There was a pause, a slight gasp, and then she said she liked it as if it was an afterthought. What did Josh do? I let it go. Maybe I did not want to know; I just wanted one more normal day with my family.

“Jeff, it is ok. She needs her release; you remember how horny we were in high school.”

I could hear Sally’s breath quicken and Josh’s arm reach over to her side of the car. Sally soon let out a deep, ragged sigh as she reached her climax.

“How did she do, Josh?” Jill asked our son.

“She should have been more open; her legs could have been wider, and her hand was blocking her pussy from my view a lot of the time. She only played with her asshole for a minimal amount of time. I would rate it at about a 5. Here you want to see?”

“Later, Josh, I saw her as well. Sally, we will need to work on your IOP later, ok?”

“IOP? What’s that?” I asked, grasping for the one thing that seemed safe.”

“Illusion of Passion, Jeff, is how a girl can make you think that she is totally into you and passionate about what is happening even if she feels nothing. It is a skill I am having Sally practice all the time.” Turning to face Sally, you are getting better all the time, but to keep the memberships up, you need always to be practicing.”

“I know, Mommy, I am working on it.”

The site we picked was near the swimming area with a nearby fishing dock. The dock had a good view of the lake and the beach, and it was one of my favorite places in the park. Since this was a weekday, not many people were around. The girls went to stake out their area of the beach and started getting some of their elusive rays. Josh and I took our poles to the dock.

I could see the girls on the beach, but I had to look closely to see that they were wearing anything at all. The leather pieces were nearly the same color as their skin, giving the impression that from a distance, they were lying nude. They may have been getting an all-over tan for all I knew, but I could not be certain that they were not naked. Their outfits made them look nude anyway. Josh and I sat quietly on our chairs for a long time, soaking our bait and contemplating life.

Josh broke the silence, “Dad, I have a question. I thought I was dead when you found out about what Sally and I were doing. Why are you not killing both of us?” I knew I would need to talk with Josh about the birds and the bees, but this was way beyond anything that tame.

“Good question. I think it was because your mom took her time, explained it to me, and laid it all out. She said that if I wanted to be a part of Sally’s life, I would have to accept her as she discovered who she was. If I put my foot down too hard and denied her the freedom to find out, she would probably run away. I want to protect and love my whole family, even you, Josh. Not just Sally, but your mom and you as well. I could not imagine being apart from any of you, and if I have to deal with some webcams and some hanky-panky now and then, at least I am still a part of your lives.”

“So you ‘re ok with it?” He sounded skeptical that I was telling him the truth.

“Josh, I have a friend who just went through something very similar. He caught his daughter having sex with her boyfriend, and he freaked out. He laid down the law, grounded his daughter, and forbade her to see her boyfriend again. Long story short, she is now a stripper at the men’s club downtown, and he has not seen her in two years. I can’t help but think that if he had treated her differently, he might still be in her life, and he could have guided her and kept her safe. I want to keep Sally and your mom safe—you as well, slugger.”

“I got a bite!!! Dad, I got a fish on!” Josh yelled excitedly. I was glad for the timely interruption. It was getting too real and too emotional.

“Good job, first fish.” Josh had on a good-sized fish. It pulled the drag, and he fought the strong muscles of the fish with his stringy arms. He would pull the fish up and then real in as he dropped his rod to recover some of the line that the fish had pulled out. I grabbed the net; Josh eventually got the fish to the top of the water after a battle and near the dock. I netted the 4-lb bass.

“Wow, Dad, that’s the biggest fish I have ever caught. You must have gotten me a fish-catching license without telling me.”

The joy on my boy’s face when he caught the fish was priceless. I got the requisite pictures, one of which shows him holding the fish out in front of his chest as far as his arms will reach toward the camera, giving the false perspective that the fish was much bigger than it really was.

I took and measured the Largemouth Bass. It was a big one, 20 inches long, and it must have weighed 4 pounds.

“Dad, it is so pretty. Is it a girl fish?”

“It looks like she is full of eggs. It is spawning time.”

“So if we take it home and kill it, will we be killing a bunch of fish?” He continued to look at the multicolored iridescence of the fish’s scales.

“Can we let it go?”

“Absolutely, we can do a catch and release. Fishing is about time in nature, interrupted by moments of excitement, not about seeing how much you can catch. That is why I like the fishing license, not the catching license you wanted earlier. I like the entire experience. A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work.” I explained my thoughts and hoped that Josh would understand.

Josh gently placed the fish in the water and watched as the fish swam quickly away. “That was fun. I caught a whale like you hoped for me at breakfast. I think I understand; Sally’s cam members are like a catch-and-release for her. She lures them in, has some pictures taken, and lets them go.”

“Yeah, maybe; I have not thought about it that way. What about some lunch? Are you hungry?” I was feeling a bit hungry.

“Yeah, and thirsty.”

I was watching my girls on the beach as we walked up. About five guys were near them. The guys were situated so that they could covertly watch the girls. They thought they were being sneaky but failed, who was lying out on their towels, seemingly ignoring their gawking audience.

Sally and Jill were smiling as they sunned themselves. As I approached, I noticed that Sally was lying on her stomach with her legs pointed to the boys; her legs were spread open a little more than shoulder width, and her pussy was on full display to the boys behind her. The flap of the leather must have ‘accidentally’ flipped up without Sally or her Mother noticing. Sally knew exactly what she was doing and what the boys were looking at.

“What are you doing, Sally?” I was a little shocked that she would so blatantly display herself.

“Shh, Dad, you may scare them. I wanted to go fishing, too.” She was flashing them to get a thrill, I guess. I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her for being so bold. However, with that careless thought, my cock twitched; I would have to be careful. My normal day was starting to unravel. I finally pried my eyes away from my daughter’s body and looked at my lovely wife. She was lying on her back, and her top had flipped up accidentally as well. She presented her naked breasts nonchalantly to the sun and the boys nearby.

Josh: “I can see your bait, and it smells like fish, Sally. Have you had any bites yet? Are you trying to do the catch-and-release thing?”

I realized both of my girls were exhibitionists. This was normal for them, just as fishing was normal for me.

“Are you guys hungry? Let’s make some sandwiches.” I asked.

Sally raised her body onto her hands and knees, keeping her knees spread apart. This action opened her ass cheeks wide, flashing the boys a clear line of sight to her butt hole and pussy lips. She dropped back down on her chest, staying on her knees and opening her groin further; she did this to tie her top around her back. The boys were clearly staring at my nearly naked daughter as she wantonly gave them a show. Sally was obviously having a good time and practicing her IOP skills. I was conflicted. I was not happy with Sally showing off so obviously for the boys, but I was definitely getting aroused, too. I had to suppress the image that came unbidden in my mind. Sally kneeling with the boys all around her, and she was gleefully sucking them all off and using her hands to jerk off the ones not in her mouth.

We eventually made it to the picnic table, where Jill handed out sandwiches and cokes from the cooler. There is nothing better than eating outside, even if it is just a ham sandwich and chips. The vision of my girls’ barely covered bodies was nice as well. I appreciated what Jill and Sally did by wearing their sun-tan-friendly clothes this morning, revealing their toned bodies.

Jill, “Josh, I need to go to the bathroom; why don’t you come with me, please.” Jill winked at me and looked at Sally; I think she wanted to give me some alone time with my daughter. I winked back, understanding.

The bathrooms were about a football field length away. I watched as Josh and Jill walked to the restrooms, holding hands. It was a beautiful, loving sight of a mother and son.

“So, Sally, how’s it going? We have not talked much lately.”

“Ah, OK, I guess.”

“I would like to get to know you better. It seems that you are growing up so fast lately, and I have not noticed until recently.”

“Oh, you noticed?” She pressed her arms to the sides of her chest and bounced back and forth, causing her tits to sway back and forth provocatively.

“Well, yes, I have noticed. Would you answer a question or two for me? I am serious, and I want a real answer. Do you think you can do that?”

“I can try. What are your questions?”

There was no one near us. The boys were playing in the water, not paying attention to us beyond hearing range.

“Sally, why do you like showing off, you know, like when you are on camera or here on the beach? What do you get out of it.”

Sally looked up at me, paused, and considered her answer. I appreciated that she put some effort into her response.

“It started when I noticed guys would notice me, watch me, well even more so when I showed some skin. I liked it, Dad; I felt the power that I had to capture the attention of boys and other people and make them happy. I could control what those guys paid attention to and give joy.”

“That sounds innocent enough, but you, why the cameras and websites? Did you want more?”

“Well, kind of, you know, I found mom’s old videos, and well, that’s where I got the idea to show more and do it online. Dad, I had over a thousand views on that first video I posted in no time. I had control over a thousand guys. I could imagine them all jacking off to my images. And dad, who went with you and mom’s teaching, the most important thing you can do with your life is spread joy.”