Camping with My Stepfather Ended in Something Forbidden

That night, after Marcos had left my skin burning in the bathtub, we went to bed with nothing on. I had taken the place that had once belonged to my mother, and I had made it mine. That night I was his woman, and I knew perfectly well how to make him feel good.

—My darling, today I don’t want us to end up exhausted —he told me, stroking my back with the tips of his fingers—. It’s not that I don’t want to, believe me I do, you’re far too provocative for my taste. But I need to save my energy for tomorrow.

—And what’s tomorrow? —I asked, resting my chin on his chest.

—I already told you, we’re going camping. Remember your daddy isn’t a youngster anymore.

I let out a laugh against his skin. He wasn’t young by any stretch, but he wasn’t tired either. Marcos had a stamina that drove me crazy, and he knew it.

—It’s horribly hot —I murmured—. I’m going to have to put on little shorts and a sleeveless blouse, with nothing underneath. Otherwise I won’t make it.

—Don’t say another word or I won’t be able to make it either —he replied, giving me a soft slap on the ass—. Go to sleep, my love. Tomorrow we’re going to have fun.

***

We got up early and showered together, as always. There were kisses, there were hands where they shouldn’t have been, but that time we managed to hold ourselves back. We drove to the pine forest, near the mountains, the one almost nobody goes up to during the week. Since it wasn’t vacation season or a long weekend, there wasn’t a soul around. The silence was complete, broken only by the wind through the trees.

We looked for a spot near a small stream and started setting up the tent. Every chance I got, I rubbed myself against Marcos: I pressed my ass against him, brushed my breasts along his arm, found any excuse to rub against the bulge that was already beginning to show under his pants.

—If you keep this up, we’re never going to finish setting this up —he warned through gritted teeth.

I was arranging things inside the tent when I heard an unfamiliar voice greeting him. I stuck my head out. It was a girl, alone, with a backpack over one shoulder.

—Hi —she said, smiling—. Don’t tell me you came camping all by yourself? I love it, but I don’t have a tent.

—Well, you should buy one —Marcos replied, amused—. And no, I’m not alone. I’m here with my…

—With me —I cut in, stepping out of the tent. I walked over and gave the girl a little kiss, barely brushing her lips and cheek—. Nice to meet you, I’m Camila. And this is Marcos.

She froze for a second, eyebrows raised, and then she laughed.

—You caught me off guard —she admitted—. Though I didn’t mind at all, huh. I’m Daniela.

—I have no idea what’s going on here —Marcos said, pretending to be confused—, but I don’t dislike it either. Nice to meet you, gorgeous.

—And what are you two doing here all by yourselves? —Daniela asked, glancing at us sideways—. Don’t tell me this was a romantic getaway and I just walked in where I wasn’t wanted. How embarrassing, I’d better leave.

I studied her from head to toe without hiding it. She was wearing tiny pink athletic shorts that left her thong easy to guess beneath. The white top was so thin her nipples showed through. And although she said she’d better go, she didn’t move an inch. She was looking for something, and I knew what.

—Look, Daniela, I’m going to be honest with you because that’s just how I am —I said, folding my arms—. Yes, we came here to sneak away for a while. We’re a very horny couple and we’re always looking for new things. You’re beautiful, and the truth is I’m in the mood. Do you want to stay with us tonight? No beating around the bush: I’d love for you to get into the tent with the two of us.

Marcos’s jaw almost hit the floor. Daniela’s eyes widened and then she smiled crookedly.

—Wow, how direct —she said—. I like people like that. And honestly, you’re both gorgeous. Of course I’ll stay.

***

She left her backpack next to the tent and we spent the next few hours talking, getting to know each other, laughing at stupid things as if we’d known one another forever. When the sun got hotter, we went down into the stream to cool off.

That was where, with the water up to our waists, it all really began. Daniela and I kissed first, slowly, while Marcos watched us leaning against a rock. Then she was the one who went up to him, and I was the one watching. Then he came for me. In the end the three of us were pressed together, me on one side and her on the other, Marcos in the middle. While I kissed him, Daniela stroked him under the water; when I lowered my hand, she came up to kiss my mouth. We took turns without even agreeing on it, as if we’d been doing it for years.

—Uff, my girls —he panted, his voice rough—. You have no idea what you do to me. I’m dying to take you both to the tent.

—It’s almost dark already —I said, biting my lip—. Let’s get out, take off the wet stuff, and get into the little house.

By the time we got out of the water, it was already dark. The three of us stripped naked out in the open and hung our clothes up to dry. There was nobody there, not a sound, not a light for miles. Even so, something about that silence made us move slowly, holding back every sound.

***

We’d barely stepped into the tent when Daniela sat down and spread her legs for me. She didn’t need to say a thing. I knelt between her thighs and lowered my mouth to her. She was soaking wet, soft, hot. She moaned softly, holding herself back, and that turned me on even more. The quieter her pleasure was, the wetter I got.

And then I felt Marcos behind me. He didn’t enter me where I expected. His hands opened me up and his cock sought another path, one I had never tried. I tensed.

—Daddy, not there —I whispered, turning my head just slightly—. That hurts.

—You deal with it now, my love —he replied, holding my hips—. You were acting all provocative. Now you endure it.

He pulled out, entered me from the front first to get me wet, and then came back around. This time he went in slowly, not warning me completely, and I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t scream. The pain mixed with something I couldn’t name. He stayed still for a moment, giving me time to get used to it, and I thanked him silently.

When he started moving, I felt him stretch to one side and take something out of Daniela’s backpack. He handed me a dildo. I took it and slipped it into her, and she arched her back. From there we found a rhythm: each thrust of Marcos into me turned into a push of mine into Daniela.

—No way —she panted, eyes closed—. You fuck so damn well. I never want to leave you.

Marcos lifted me without pulling out and sat down with me on top of him. Daniela was left in front of us and, never missing a beat, filled me from the front with the dildo while he bounced me on him. I was full on every side, unable to moan or scream or say a single word. Marcos and Daniela kissed over my shoulder, and seeing them like that, so completely given over, was almost as good as everything else.

—My turn now —she said, pulling away—. I want you to fuck me too. I’m all ready for you.

Marcos lowered me carefully and laid me on the tent floor, on my back. He put Daniela on all fours and started taking her from behind while she leaned over me and lowered her mouth between my legs.

—That’s it, daddy —I murmured, sinking my fingers into his hair—. Don’t stop. Fuck this bitch, I want to see it.

—You’re both delicious —he growled, his breathing ragged—. I love having you like this.

—Oh, yes —Daniela moaned against me—. That’s how I come, I can’t take it anymore.

She came with a shudder that ran through her whole body, and the brush of her mouth dragged me right behind her. Marcos finished inside her a moment later. When he pulled out, he picked her up and gently laid her down on top of me. The two of us ended up tangled together, sweaty, exhausted, laughing without any strength left.

We lay down in the tent, the three of us pressed together, not caring about the heat. Me with my head resting on Marcos’s chest, Daniela wrapped around my back. Outside, the stream kept flowing.

***

—Daniela —I said after a while, once my heart had calmed down—. We loved having you. We don’t want to stop seeing you. But for that you need to know something.

She lifted her head, curious.

—Every time I call Marcos daddy, I mean it —I blurted out—. He’s my stepfather. He’s family. That’s why we’re here, hiding from everyone.

The silence lasted only a second, but it felt eternal to me.

—I hope this stays between us —Marcos added cautiously—. And that we can keep seeing you without it disgusting you.

Daniela blinked, processing it. Then she laughed, a frank laugh, without malice.

—I didn’t expect that, I’ll admit it —she said—. But you two gave yourselves over with such hunger that I can hardly believe it myself. And you know what? I’m not one to judge anyone. I like finding someone to spend the night with, and I don’t put labels on what makes me feel good. Yours is yours.

The three of us kissed, hugged each other naked, and fell asleep like that, knotted together. In the morning we packed everything up and took Daniela back. She didn’t live nearby, but she didn’t mind coming with us. It was at the house, looking at the family photos hanging on the wall, that she finally believed us.

She stayed with us for the few days she had left of her break, and Marcos couldn’t have been happier, with his two women entirely at his disposal.

To this day, Daniela is still my best friend. And I don’t just share my stepfather with her: I also share Nicolás, Lucía, and my dear husband Bruno. Between us, everything is shared. That’s why we’re still so close.