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If there's anything I hate more than sleazy frat boys, it's family vacations. There's nothing wrong with them, but my family always manages to choose the shittiest destinations.

Last year we went camping in the desert. The DESERT. What's wrong with a simple weekend at a hotel in a new city? Why did we have to go to a lake house two summers ago and nearly get mauled by bears every time we stepped outside?

This year, it's a huge family reunion. My mom's ex-husband, Tony, magically has time off. Even though my mom recently got remarried to Jack, some white guy who hates my guts, Tony is still in our lives because he's my little sister's dad.

And funny enough, Tony and Jack get along well, considering their personalities are like oil and water. Tony is friendly and pretty softhearted, honestly a bit of a pushover. Whereas Jack is a straight-up asshole from the depths of hell.

“Whenever you're done sulking, you can get out of the car and help carry stuff,” Jack says out of the blue.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. I scowl at him before getting out of the car. My mom and my sister, Sophie, are inside. They don't have to do anything. Jack just wants to make me a slave worker.

I remove my duffel bag from the trunk and pointedly stomp towards the cabin. Another fucking cabin. Ugh.

“Clea, I swear to God-”

Tony cuts in before I can lose my temper. “It's just three bags left. We can handle it.”

“Don't coddle her,” Jack grunts. “She's lazy enough already.”

I roll my eyes, heading inside. I've learned to keep my mouth shut and just spend as little time at home as possible to avoid him. Yet, he takes every opportunity to be a bitch whenever we're in the same place-making up for lost time, probably.

This cabin is in the mountains. The road was covered in ice which meant we had to go really slowly. Several times during the drive, I was sure our car would just tip over or spin out of control.

There are three rooms and they've already been shared-my mom and Jack are in one, Sophie and I are in the other, and Tony is alone.

I'd heard he was seeing someone new now. I wonder why he didn't bring her along. With the weather as cold as it is right now, it's the perfect time for hot, steamy sex.

Ugh. Not the time to think about how I desperately need to be folded in half and fucked until I can't speak.

“Hola Hermosa,” my mom calls as I step into the kitchen. Sophie is playing on her tablet at the dining table. Oh, to be a blissfully ignorant kid again. “I was thinking of making lasagna. What do you think?”

Lasagna is Jack's favorite food. Garfield-looking ass. Nobody else really cares for it.

“Sure mama, sounds great,” I shrug. I don't care as long as I don't have to participate. “Can I order Uber eats this far up, though?”

She gives me a look. “You think any self-respecting delivery person who values their life would actually come all this way?”

I think back to the sheets of ice and foggy air, snorting out a laugh. “Point taken. Gonna put my stuff in the room. Which one's mine and Sophie's?”

“It's the red door. My room has a blue one, Tony's green.”

Good to know.

When I'm lying down in bed and trying to get some kind of signal, I discover that the walls in the house are very thin. Jack starts bitching to my mom about how I'm supposed to at least help her cook.

“I wonder if you don't have functional arms and legs for that,” I mutter with a scowl.

“Are you saying I can't handle things myself? That I'm… too weak, maybe?” I hear my mom respond, and I'm sure she's raising her eyebrows.

I cackle at Jack's hurried assurances. Serves him right.

The temptation to find some whimper audios and touch myself to it is strong, but evidently the devil's influence is stronger, because that's when my sister comes looking for me. With a stifled sigh, I invite her to hide under the blanket with me. It's cold as a yeti's ballsack out here.

It doesn't take long for the eight year old to fall asleep. I wish I could relate.

The rest of the day goes by in a haze, and nothing really sticks out to me until the next morning, when my mom decides she wants to go hiking. In November. At the top of a freezing cold mountain.

“No,” I tell her, not interested in freezing my tits off outside.

“I wanna go!” Sophie is excitedly bouncing in place.

Everyone ends up going except me, which suits my purposes just fine. I've never been more mad at myself for forgetting to bring my vibrator along.

Still, I turn on the heater in my room and strip down to my underwear before climbing into bed. I've just started to push one finger into my hole when the door opens.

“So, Clea- Oh.”

I blink at Tony. Tony blinks back.

“Did you never learn to knock?” I snap, cheeks burning from embarrassment and anger. I should've just locked the damn door.

“I'm sorry,” he says, but he can't quite tear his eyes away from my hand between my legs. “I wanted to see if you were okay. You haven't exactly been in the best mood lately so…”

“So?” I prompt. “What if I wasn't okay? What was your master plan? To make it better?”

Tony's eyes flick from my face to my pussy and back up again. He closes the door behind him and says, “I'm sure I can come up with something.”

He can't possibly be…

Tony starts walking closer and I can see something stirring in his pants. I should probably feel more alarmed, but I'm… interested. I want to see what he's capable of.

I lay back into the pillows before removing my hand and parting my thighs even more to give Tony a look at my pussy.

He sucks in a sharp breath and unbuttons his pants. His hand wastes no time releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers, squeezing the base of his cock hard enough that it twitches and precum pearls at the tip.

It begins to roll down his thick length, and Tony's fist gathers his arousal and spreads it around the head of his cock, making him glisten enticingly in the light. I watch, enraptured, before glancing up at Tony's face and then I can't decide where I want to look more-at his perfect cock or at the hungry desire etched into his expression.

“Such a pretty pussy, Clea,” Tony rumbles, so low I almost don't catch it. “And so wet-is your pretty pussy wet for me, hm?”

I roll my eyes. “Laying it on a bit thick, aren't we?” My fingers tease down my thighs, trailing closer to the place where I'm aching to be touched.

“You won't get what you want without acting right, you know,” Tony says when he catches my attitude, a grin tugging at the edge of his mouth. “I'm sure you don't want me to leave now that you've seen me like this…”

When I nod slightly, he groans. “Show me, sweetheart… let me see just how wet you are for me.”

Tony's voice and the desire in his tone makes me feel more confident, almost bold. I slide one of my hands between my thighs and use my fingers to spread my pussy lips, giving Tony a good look at my drenched folds, throbbing clit and clenching hole.

Tony groans again at the sight, a sound almost like he's being tortured. His eyes nearly close with pleasure, but he keeps them cracked open so he can stare hungrily at my most intimate place.

“Good to know you're not only capable of being a brat, sweetheart,” he praises in a low, growly voice, his eyes intent on my pussy.

His voice goes even deeper with his next words. “Call me daddy.”

Before I can think better of it, words are tumbling from my mouth. “Fuck me, daddy,” I say eagerly, needing a release more than anything.

Tony freezes. “Are you sure, baby?” he asks in a raspy voice, his tone edged with desperation. “Because I’ll fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked,” he said, his soft lips spilling the dirtiest filth you’d ever heard. “I’ll pound that sweet cunt of yours until you’re screaming and creaming all over my cock… I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

I moan, low and lustfully, at Tony’s words, my hole clenching around nothing as my body begs for him to make his promises a reality.

“Please, daddy,” I whisper, hips squirming, my pebbled nipples straining against my threadbare sleep shirt.

“You like that idea, huh?” he asks, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Like the idea of getting fucked so good by your stepdad?” He walks closer to me, his hand not wrapped around his cock but settling heavily on my knee, his thumb stroking my skin teasingly. “Is this how you’re gonna repay my kindness, sweetheart… gonna let me fuck you so good you’ll be ruined for any other man and you’ll have to beg me to keep you?”

“Jesus, Tony.”

This time, we both freeze. That's Jack's voice. It can't be-

Jack leans against the doorframe, a mischievous smile on his face. “Am I late to the party or was I just not invited?”

“You aren’t invited,” I snarl. “Like I would ever let you touch me. What are you even doing back?”

“Oh but you'll let him, I see. Because he's nice to you?” His smile doesn't falter. “Your mom sent me to get the ice skates, and Tony. We found a pond that's frozen solid. And here you both are, having fun without us.”

“Do you want to join?” Tony asks, finally speaking. My eyes widen.

Jack closes the door behind him. “Don't mind if I do.” He makes quick work of taking off his extra layers.

A threesome with both my stepdads was not on my bingo card for the month, but I'll take it.