The Grandest Canyon
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long time ago, a nice reader named Janette sent me some feedback suggesting I should write a story about a family
that takes a road trip. I put that idea in my projects folder, where it sat for many moons. Then, a few weeks ago, it started whining, so I pulled it out and wrote it. I just wanted to thank Janette for a good idea.
throws us curves, now
and then. Our family was no different than any other. In our case, the
serious curve was the tornado that spread our house over two counties,
my wife, and my children's mother away from us. As if that wasn't bad
the company I had worked for was gone too. The whole town was
tried to help, but
very few families can take in an adult and three teenaged kids. It's
So besides losing their mother, the kids got separated from each other
too. I had a sister named Sarah, and she took Lynne, my
daughter. Scotty went to my best friend, Don, from my Army days. Scotty
fifteen and good with tools, and Don owned a mill-working operation
Scotty would be able to explore and learn about the business. He had a
owning a woodworking shop. For my middle son, Shaun, my mom and dad
answer. Shaun was always their favorite anyway, even if they'd never
and Dad could always use help on the farm.
As for me,
I went back to
Glenndale and worked for those who were rebuilding the town. There were
to live if you weren't too picky. Tornado damage is really interesting,
same way a Great White Shark's teeth are interesting. You don't want to
close up, or in action. I stayed in half of a house that was left. It
some giant axe had cut the house in two, and then half of it had been
by trucks, right down to the bare pad underneath. What was left were
bedrooms at one end of the place. Six of us lived there, with a
support. There was no shortage of refrigerators, lamps and anything
used to belong in a house.
money came through. But rebuilding was a long, drawn out process.
going on, and everything had to be cleared away before plans could be
There weren't enough architectural companies in the whole state to come
that many house plans, and even if they did, there weren't enough
construction workers to build them. It was going to take a long, long
I was willing to help, but I couldn't just build a new house. Not
banked the money,
putting most of it in CDs and bought a motor home to live in until
get worked out.
later, I still
couldn't build. It was summer, and I missed the kids. The motor home
was a used
Four Winds Hurricane model, which seemed awfully ironic.
It set me back almost thirty
grand, but that
was a fraction of the insurance money, and it would let me live a lot
than I had been living. It was a Class A gasoline model and was pretty
inside. It had ducted air conditioning, a split bath with a garden tub,
burner stove and three beds, if you folded out the full size couch. The
also had a built in microwave and wall mounted oven, as well as a booth
would seat four to eat. There were two slide-outs and it even had a
awning. With captain's chairs for the driver, navigator and another
it was as comfortable as being at home in a recliner.
As soon as
I took delivery,
I knew I had to go get the kids and go on a road trip. We'd been
collected Scotty first.
He made a big deal of being fine, but I could feel the relief in his
he hugged me. Driving something that big is really different, and I
pretty happy if we could get up to sixty for any period of time. It
took us two days to get up to Wisconsin
to pick up Shaun, who was also obviously glad to see me. A day and a
later, we pulled up to my sister's place and Lynne came running out. I
was Lynne who reminded me of how long we'd been apart. My thirteen year
flat-chested, tomboy was gone. In her place was a fourteen year old
with flowing hair, and makeup on and more curves than a road in the
As she ran towards us, Scotty said "Who's that?" and then
"Wow!" Shaun just stared.
I noticed that
the breasts she'd grown during the last year, were bouncing up and down
ran towards us. They were soft too, as they crushed against my chest.
had all three fought all the time, complaining about each other and
privilege and status within the family. That was all gone. Lynne was
outright as she went from me to her brothers, hugging both of them for
was worth. My sister walked toward us, a little teary-eyed herself. I
got a hug
from her and was mildly astonished that her chest felt just like my
hell did you
feed her?" I asked weakly.
she," sighed my sister. "I'm sure she's got my genes."
my sister on her
round, firm ass. "We'd better hope not," I said into her hair.
"You're a slut, baby sister."
slut," she said, slapping my own backside. "Those days are gone. I'm
a staid old fuddy duddy these days."
always sounds so happy?" I asked her, Frank was her husband, and he did
always sound happy.
happy to get
a rest from your daughter," said Sarah. "She's learned how to tease,
and it drives him nuts."
teases him on
just in her
blood. She really is like me when I was her age."
we're in big
trouble," I said. Many was the time my sister came and crawled into bed
with me because she was scared of a storm, or of the boogey man, or of
whatever. She really was scared the first time or two, but neither of
expected how I would eventually calm her down.
After that, the storms were
just an excuse. What she really
wanted was me on top of her, pinning
to the bed while she had orgasms.
industrial size barrel of salt peter," said Sarah, grinning. "Put it
in everything you feed them. Take an extra dose yourself."
"Wanna go camping with us? We're going to the Grand Canyon."
over at my sons,
both strong and tall, with broad shoulders.
pregnant with triplets," she laughed. "No thanks. You go off and have
a good time. You all deserve it."
that, I called
what was left of my family together, and we got into what was now our
which contained everything on earth we owned.
gotten his driver's
license while he was with Don. The Hurricane was a bit much for him,
but he sat and watched how I drove and we talked about it. There would
places he could practice. I anticipated he'd be able to handle daytime
at least on the Interstate.
the kids spent their time in the back, catching up on what each of them
been doing for the last year. It made me proud that they got along so
There was no yelling, and no complaining as I drove along. And I wasn't
out. At various times all three of the kids sat in the navigator's
to me, and we talked as what I called "the bus”
along towards our first
stop as a camping family.
I had an
planned out. There are a number of motor home clubs, and they have
over the U.S. that are designed specifically for motor homing families.
one of those where we spent our first night, parked with about thirty
motor homes, most of which were a lot fancier than ours. But the people
very welcoming. The camp office had a store, where we could get milk,
canned food and the like, sort of like a convenience store, except they
had lots of other things, like coffee pots, and jack stands and
and a hundred things I didn't even know what were used for.
the swimming pool and hot tub right away. It was early June, and still
the consensus was hot tub. The kids were already changed by the time I
from registering. I didn't think anything about that at the time, what
only one bathroom, and it not really large enough to change clothes in
comfortably. The boys were pretty quiet, too, kind of wide-eyed as I
in, but I didn't think anything of that, either. This was an adventure,
all. I wasn't to find out until much later that Lynne had just stripped
the buff to put on her bathing suit, and that the boys had been treated
to that view without a word.
bathing suit, on the
other hand, I did notice.
Big time. One look at it reminded me
left my cute little tomboy daughter with a slut. I hadn't thought about
way when it happened, but that's what I did, cutting to the chase. And
sister had ... advised ... my daughter on things from a slut's point of
I knew with unshakable
for example, that Sarah had helped Lynne pick out this bathing suit.
red. The top was a
band of cloth about three inches tall, that wrapped around her chest,
the middle portion, from top to bottom, of my daughter's breasts.
those breasts that hadn't been there when I dropped her off? The ones
bouncing around as she ran towards me when I picked her up? Yeah ... those
The top did nothing to cover the bottoms or tops of those breasts, just
middle, where the nipples were. And those nipples were clearly visible,
through the cloth. There was a string that went up around her neck,
to keep the whole thing from just falling to her hips if she blew out
breath or something, but all that did was make the viewer - the male
hope that she blew out all her breath, and that the string failed. The
were made of two pieces of cloth that were sewed together over her
mons, and went
up to glide over her hips to a back that looked exactly like the front.
left the bottom of her glutes exposed, like the bottom of her breasts
She saw me
posed with a saucy look on her face.
says it sets off my skin tones."
set off was every
bit of her that was female. I was looking at her skin, but not for the
I felt bad about
that. It was a little confusing, to be honest.
I knew she was my daughter,
but she looked a lot like my wife.
still a soft spot in my heart. I hadn't had a woman since losing Roxy ... hadn't even been interested in a woman since I lost her, and the sudden appearance of her daughter, looking so much like she had, not to
hotter than a two dollar pistol, made it hard on me not to think what I
thinking. I tried to work up the breath and control to suggest that the
was a bit too brief, but she didn't give me time.
she squealed. "Last one there has to clean the toilet!"
was bounding off
across the park, looking like a human elk, leaping gracefully over
obstructions, just the picture of health and happiness. I almost
laughed as the
two hyenas in the family tore off after her, howling and chasing the
know for sure what
happened at the hot tub. Nobody came and talked to me about it
neither the kids, nor the camp employees nor any other guests. But something
happened, because when the kids
got back, they had a low opinion of
are geezers," complained Shaun as soon as he tromped up the steps into
grumpy too," added Scott as he came in next.
But it was
that gave me a clue. She had her towel wrapped around her like it was
colder than it was. And she wasn't bubbly happy any more. I guessed
"geezer" had commented on her swim suit and suggested it was
inappropriate for anyone who wasn't trolling for johns. Or something
Maybe it was some casual comment between geezers involving the word
"slut." When a young woman is stretching her wings, and somebody
clips them, it can be a pretty unhappy experience.
case, the party mood
was gone. It had been a long day for poor old dad, so I told them I was
to sleep. That brought up the topic of the other sleeping arrangements.
were two bedrooms, each with a queen bed, and then the couch that was a
hide-a-bed. I claimed one bedroom, pronounced the other one was
that the boys could sleep on the couch.
some comments from
the boys, who weren't excited about sleeping with each other.
honey, which brother do you want to sleep with?" I was joking, of
trying to use levity to point out the obvious difficulty. My dear,
daughter, however, did not play along.
she said, carelessly. "As long as he doesn't snore."
vehemence with which the boys argued for the privilege that caused me
to the original plan, though I did massage it a little.
couch tonight, and Lynne gets it tomorrow. You'll switch off and on
but not much, and not loud. The kids said they were going to stay up
cards, something the whole family used to do frequently before the
lay in bed, drifting off, listening them joking with each other and
softly. It made me feel like we were a real family for the first time
nature had torn our lives apart.
day we drove to
Kansas City, to the Worlds of Fun theme park there. They have places
hookups for motor homes to park. The kids went crazy, riding
mostly (they have four or five there) and generally acting like they
instead of teenagers. The boys flirted with girls they met in line.
flirted with boys too. I rode some rides, but mostly just watched them
fun. It was good for my heart to see them laughing and smiling. I
Roxy was there, but I figured she was watching from somewhere, and that
night, and we weren't in a hurry, so we stayed there. This time they
stay up, and everybody went to bed around nine. I woke up around
saw a light on out in the common area. I didn't think about Lynne being
on the couch, and just got up to go turn off the light.
folded out the
couch. Rather, she was just stretched out on the cushions, reading a
looked up at me when I walked in.
stopped, and was just
standing there. She had on the exact same style, color and cut of
pajamas that Sarah used to wear when she came and wormed her way into
me. For a second I thought they were the same
pajamas. But they
couldn't be. They'd be thirty years old by now, and falling apart.
fresh and new. I realized she'd had help from Sarah on sleepwear too.
was what she'd been
wearing around in front of Sarah's husband, I could understand why he
break. The jacket was completely transparent, and yet somehow white.
under it bulged with breasts that filled it to overflowing. Her brown
were clearly visible through the cloth. Her panties also did nothing to
obstruct what was in them, and I swear
they were cut
purposefully to create
a camel toe. Her dark pubes
puffed the cloth out, but they were
tightly enough that her young pussy lips were clearly displayed.
artful about it. She was just a girl, lying on a couch, dressed
reading a book.
up," I breathed.
smiled, but only
briefly. "I miss mom," she said softly. Suddenly her eyes glistened,
and all thought of her sexuality fled my mind. I sat down on the edge
couch beside her.
said. "Me too."
questions I have," she said, her voice quivering.
asked, ready to dispense wisdom.
guess," she said. "Girl stuff."
briefly. "Nothing against her - I love her and she was great - but
slut, Dad. She gives terrible advice."
trying to hide a smile.
"As far as
is concerned, the sooner I get pregnant and start popping out babies,
ask her why
she didn't follow her own advice?" I asked.
Turns out she
has something wrong with her, and she can't have children. She said
my first three to adopt and raise."
huh," I said, smiling.
thing is I
don't think she was kidding, Dad," she said, rolling her eyes. "She
tried to get me to shave off all my pubic hair, so I could wear a
smaller than the one I got!"
to do that," I said firmly.
she said, as if I were a half wit. "But I get these weird feelings
boys, and I can't talk to her about that, because she'll just tell me
have fun, which is what the boys want to do. And that's another thing.
still stupid, but it doesn't make me as mad as it used to, and that
are normal," I said. "That's what she'd tell you."
help all that much," she said.
does," I countered. "Just remember all girls have those feelings.
They're normal. There's nothing wrong with you for exploring them and
about them. It's not naughty or forbidden or any of that crap. Just be
up at me with a
frown marring the line of her eyebrows.
parent I modified my
answer immediately. "Within reason," I said. "For example, some
kids wonder what it might be like to fly. They shouldn't explore by
the barn with their arms spread. That's not reasonable."
policy with exploration is not to do anything you can't undo," I said.
lost in thought. I could almost hear the gears turning. Finally her
focused on me again.
no pause before I
answered. "Drop dead gorgeous, honey," I said, and I meant it.
down to kiss her
on the forehead, but she lifted her head and kissed me on the lips. It
quick kiss, but her lips were warm and soft. That, and the transition
advice to my opinion of her desirability had reawakened the unruly
friend in my
boxers. Suddenly, she was a drop dead gorgeous teen in see through
I needed to go service the purple headed cream dispenser.
And no, I
did not feel
guilty about that. Like I said, she looked just like a younger version
happened at the
hot tub that night resulted in the kids deciding that camping in places
there were dozens of other motor homes was not what we were all about.
took the atlas and gathered around the kitchen table, putting their
together to make a new plan on where we'd stop for the night. They
state parks, as it turned out, which was fine with me.
We had a
stopping to see the biggest ball of twine in the world, and the deepest
dug well in the world. We toured an underground salt mine, which was
And that night, we ended
up stopping at a place called Paulson Lake. They didn't have hookups
but that was all right, because the Hurricane could be independent for
or so. The water tank was full and the auxiliary generator provided
in a cul-de-sac
not far from the lake, and the kids went for a hike while I worked on
the portable barbeque fired up to cook hamburgers and hotdogs. There
was a tub
of store-bought potato salad in the fridge, and other things to snack
on in the
cupboards. The first of the meat was ready to come off the grill when I
whooping and hollering and three teenagers came galloping toward me. It
apparently a race of some kind.
commenced to cause
wholesale destruction of the food I'd so carefully laid out, all neat
pretty, but I didn't care. We were having fun, and it had been much too
since we'd been able to have fun together.
warmed up that day,
with the temps climbing into the high seventies. There was a fire pit
campsite, and somebody had left some wood there, so we had a campfire.
was full and it was wonderful, just sitting and talking. Scotty was
about a girl he liked. The way he talked about her, it sounded like
pretty hot and heavy. Things eventually tapered off until we were all
staring into the fire, thinking our own thoughts.
stood up and said she
was going down to the lake. There was a trail that went through some
trees, and she disappeared into them. The moon was so bright that you
didn't need a flashlight. She'd been gone ten minutes before Scotty
"Hey, is it safe for her to be down there alone?" He was the one
who'd been living in an urban environment, where things weren't safe.
had lived with my parents on the farm, where if there was a problem,
out the shotgun and went to take care of it. So Shaun stood up and said
we should go check on her.
of us walked down
the path, which was rocky. We all had on running shoes, which didn't
noise, and the path was wide enough that we didn't brush against the
it turned out, Lynne probably wouldn't have heard us coming anyway. She
clothes were lying on
the beach, neatly folded. She was in the water, out far enough that it
to her thighs. She was in profile to us - why she was facing that way I
know - and the moon lit her up as if it were a light bulb.
hand was between
her legs, moving in slow circles, and in the silence of all three of us
our breath, we could hear her little whimpers of joy as she mauled her
Her left hand came up to pinch a nipple and pull it away from her chest
enough that I winced. She gave a choking sob, and her arm bent as her
bent too. I don't know if the boys knew it, but it was crystal clear to
had just shoved a finger deep into her sex.
having held their
breath as long as if they were practicing to be pearl divers, finally
let it out, and it came out together, and loud.
gasp, their sister
jerked her hand away from her pussy and turned to face us. Then she
the water and splashed away from the beach. I could hear her sobs of
Do not ask
me what I was
thinking, because I can't tell you. Apparently I thought that if we
naked, it would even things out. In any case, I barked "Clothes off,
We're all going skinny dipping!"
of minutes later,
my two sons were standing there, unsure of themselves, milling around.
that's because they were both sporting erections. Oddly, now that I
on it, I was not.
I growled at them to
get in the water and act like nothing had happened. I saw Lynne, only
above water, watching us from thirty or so feet away.
waded in quickly,
and I followed. There was no discussion. Somehow we all knew to let her
us, rather than for us to try to go get her before she was ready to
face us. It
was kind of silly, really, with the three guys all facing each other,
think of something to talk about, when all we could think about was the
way over there by herself. We all knew she was embarrassed. I think we
little embarrassed for
her ... not because we were judging her.
the boys masturbated. All boys
masturbate. But they loved her,
didn't want her to feel bad.
So I took
to do a little counseling.
said, my voice cast low. I didn't want her to hear this part. "It's not
socially acceptable to get a hardon for your sister."
her!" said Shaun, in instant teenager defensive mode.
"It's not socially acceptable to get one for your brother or father
mother would do if she was here and heard you talk like that," I said
quiet for a while.
she was here
to yell at me," he whispered.
just such a
fox!" said Shaun, miserably. I knew he was talking about Lynne again.
too," I said.
Scotty belatedly, agreeing with his brother. He looked over his
shouldn't make her
feel bad about being good looking," I said.
what's bothering her right now," said Scotty.
make her feel bad about that either."
care if she
does it," said Scotty, his voice strained. "But how do you talk to
her to say that?"
a way to do that," I said. "It's not the sort of thing that routinely
comes up in family discussions, so there hasn't been a lot of
down through the ages about that."
want her to
feel bad," said Shaun.
that way," I said. "You guys used to fight a lot."
said Scotty. "We didn't know how good we had it. Now we do."
I took a
chance. I stood
up, exposing myself, and faced Lynne.
You don't have to be alone over there unless you just want to."
back down into the
water. The boys looked at me. Then they looked over at her.
stood up next. His
erection had disappeared.
leave if you
want us to," he said.
a long pause.
"You can stay."
maybe ten minutes,
but she drifted closer and closer to us. We'd given up trying to think
something to have a conversation about. We were just there, waiting for
get the courage to rejoin us, whereupon we were going to try to make
understood everything was fine. I guess we hoped everything would be
When she got close enough, we opened the circle, so there was space
and Shaun. She eventually eased into it.
"I feel so
stupid," she said.
stupid," said Scotty. "We should have yelled we were coming."
said the only female present. "Why would you warn me you were
..." He trailed off.
embarrassing," she moaned.
said Shaun. "Everybody does it. Me and Scott do it. Dad
did it when he
was young too."
not to clue them
in to the fact that I masturbated more now than I ever did when I was a
Suddenly there was more curiosity and less distress in her voice.
said, wondering if any other family had ever had this conversation -
don't ask me why I
said it, because I could have kept my mouth shut. But I didn't. Maybe I
trying to suggest there was an adult in charge. Which there apparently
now that I think about it.
not. I had
to lecture them about having improper feelings about you."
pardon?" Now her voice was interested, on the verge of wary.
said. I should have left it there. But this wasn't a night where things
going well in the wisdom of dad area. "What you were doing was normal,
the way they reacted was normal too. Inappropriate, but normal." I
up at the moon as I said it. I almost groaned.
react?" she asked, facing Scotty.
I blurted. "We'll all turn into prunes if we don't get out of the
closer to Scotty.
residual mischief left in Shaun, from before. He also spoke without
"He got a
you!" he tattled gleefully.
turned on him and
snarled "Well you did too!"
their sister, her voice thoughtful. But nobody was paying attention to
There was suddenly a wrestling match in the water.
as quickly as it
started, though. Shaun squealed "Ewww you're naked!" and lunged away.
Scott, disgusted, just left the water, exposing his firm,
as he stalked out of the water. When he bent over to snatch up his
mooned us all. It was unintentional, but I understood completely why it
at Lynne, who was
watching him. She glanced at me.
stupid," she said.
if nothing had
happened, and everything was just hunky dory, she walked toward the
Completely un-self conscious, she picked up her clothes and walked
the bus naked. I hurried after her, and heard Shaun right behind me.
When I got
to the bus Scotty was standing in his briefs, outside the bathroom door.
naked!" he said, his voice sounding odd. "She pushed right by me and
said she got the shower first."
over to the door
and opened it a crack so I could yell through it. The water was already
I yelled. "We've only got a hundred gallons of water."
wondering in what way our lives had just changed.
they had changed. In
fact, I knew they had changed a lot.
But I had
no clue as to
just how much that was.
I began to
get an inkling
of how much things had changed when Lynne came out, naked and unashamed.
clothes," she said, as if she were simply pointing out that her pencil
were staring at
her. Shaun had put on tidy whities, like his brother, and he put his
his bulge. I knew what was happening. Scotty just went on into the
at?" I heard Lynne's voice say.
a pause, and then
Shaun's belligerent "You!" popped out.
two!" I said forcefully.
me!" she complained.
pointed out. "Remember when you asked me if you were pretty? Well, now
you're naked too. What do you expect?"
slumped. "I don't
know. I'm all mixed up inside. I don't know how to feel."
and let's talk about it then," I said. I looked at Shaun. "Give her a
break. Stop looking at her."
his mouth and
said "I can't ..." He stopped and then went on. "I don't want
to," he said. He looked at his
sister's face. "I don't want to
stop looking. That's how I feel about things, okay? Whether it's right
wrong, or perverted or whatever, it's how I feel. So however you feel
too ... even if that means you think I'm a pervert."
panties out of her
suitcase and pulled them on. We both watched her pack that pussy into
a pervert," she said, reaching for a T shirt. She pulled it on, and
at her brother. "I'm a little afraid I'm
clearly surprised. "Why?"
you looking at me," she said.
"How stupid is that?"
opened the bathroom
door. He had the clothes he'd been wearing that day wadded up in front
groin. He hadn't remembered to take clean clothes in with him either.
yelling," he said. "Is it safe to come out?"
here," said Shaun. He glanced at Lynne and grinned. She grinned back.
It looked like
maybe we'd dodged a bullet.
tell you, folks. If
you ever decide you want to have a conversation that you'll remember in
perpetuity, just gather your adolescent progeny together to have a
honest discussion about what makes one horny, and what to do about it.
don't think it
would have been possible (or would have turned out like it did) if they
been separated for a year. That distance blunted the usual sibling
helped them see each other as something like really good friends who
each other for a long time.
to say that the
boys were able to explain that, to them, Lynne was a beautiful, sexy
kind they got to see from afar, but could never ever actually talk to.
have such close access to her, not to mention seeing her naked, made
like they were living a dream.
that might be
overdoing it a tad bit, but her response wasn't that of a girl whose
about how, in
the past, she competed with boys, trying to establish her value as an
them. When her body blossomed, and she started having strange feelings
with it, she felt like she could no longer compete, and that sucked all
self confidence away. Now what boys wanted from her had nothing to do
skill, or ability, and it made her feel helpless. They were seeing her
sexual being, but she didn't know what that meant, or how to act.
her brothers reacted
to her sexuality, that was a whole different thing, because she knew
her, and appreciated her for
much more than her boobs. At the same
the things she felt when they looked at her, didn't feel so terrifying.
could want them to look at her like that, because she could trust them
astonished at how mature they were about discussing the whole thing.
thought it all went remarkably well until Shaun said: "Okay, so what
"What do you
going to run
around naked any more?"
that?" I asked.
want to see
her again?" He thought that was obvious.
pervert," she said, but she was smiling. "Are you going to run
around naked so I get to see you too?"
blushed, and looked very
I spoke without
thinking things through clearly. Maybe it was the relative success of
blunders that did it.
did?" I asked.
very alert teenagers looking at me. It made me nervous, because now I
come up with something as impressive as what they had just done.
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