Date: Fri, 02 Aug 2019 23:35:23 +0000 From: biguy4fun4u Subject: Family Road Trip -3 This story is completely fictional, as are the characters described within. This is a fantasy, not real life. If you can't tell the difference or if it is illegal to read where you are, please don't read it. But please DO support NIFTY Archive. Chapter 3, there is no sex in this chapter, it just sets up and foreshadows following chapters, so if you are looking for fast action this chapter isn't for you. Enjoy! To my surprise, we all got up and going relatively early the next day. Even Kim wasn't her usual morning bitch, I guess the combination of her exercise the previous night and the large coffee I had waiting for her worked to calm her. We sped through the high desert and approached Vegas by late morning. Ben was quiet, but Kim was obviously excited to be visiting Sin City. I took one for the team and drove down the strip to the south end where the hotel we were staying was. I had chosen that hotel because the company that owned it, and a few others, had been trying to hire me full time for several years. The money they offered was tempting, but the work seemed boring and wouldn't have much impact other than writing algorithms to figure out exactly when to offer a degenerate gambler a free drink to keep him or her betting for an extra fifteen minutes. Still, I maintained a cordial relationship with some of the executives and occasionally consulted for them. In the back of my mind it seemed like an opportunity to explore if I ever wanted to semi-retire. But, importantly, those relationships got me two suites for the price of one regular hotel room during Spring Break. The kids were glued to the car windows looking at the people on the Strip, but of course the lights weren't very bright and it was early enough in the day that the real street show hadn't started. Kim deflated a bit when she saw the hotel we were staying in, it is one of the older ones still on the strip, but when I told her she'd have her own suite, she perked up. And both kids were obviously impressed when the valets unloaded the SUV and whisked it away to park. Two bellhops escorted us across the casino. Kim and Ben walked across the gambling floor with wide eyes. Seeing a casino on TV or in the movies is one thing but seeing one for real in real life is something else. And even though they're so much quieter now that almost everything is done on cards and there's not the constant cling and clang of coins being paid out, it impressed the kids. We were led across the floor and then into the hotel itself before peeling off down an unmarked hallway. The two suites were connected by an interior door and both had a view of the pool, and doors that opened to the pool area. Kim's was the smaller of the two, a large bedroom with a king, and a small sitting room and a small, but full kitchen. She had the better view of the swimming pool and lounge area, but Ben and I had a much larger living room in addition to a bigger bedroom, again with a solitary king-sized bed. What we gave up in pool view we more than made up in the size of our bathroom; it contained a full sized, 4 person hot tub and a large walk in shower that could have almost served the needs of small high school locker room, with four shower heads and a bench running along two sides of the enclosure. The kids both immediately wanted to go check out the pool while I tipped the bell hops. I joined them in the pool grotto. Even though it was late March, it was just a little too cold for most people to swim, although a few men and women were lounging in the pool chairs, trying to get a head start on their tans. As we walked back into the suite, Kim asked if she could go look around the hotel, and Ben said he wasn't feeling great and wanted to lie down. After extracting promise from Kim to stay in the hotel I let her go and turned my attention to Ben. As Kim was walking out, I looked at him, "You don't think last night...hurt you, did it?", I asked, worried. He smiled back a little bit. "No, dad, I'm a little sore back there, but not bad. I think it was that greasy burger and fries, I'm just a little sick to my stomach is all. Last night didn't hurt, it was awesome!" I hugged him and told him to go lay down in the bed. I sat on the couch and flipped through TV channels until eventually Kim called on her cell, having sufficiently explored the hotel. We agreed to meet in one of the restaurants just off the casino. After looking in on Ben to make sure he was sleeping and that his cell phone was on the nightstand next to him, I slipped out of the room and found Kim in the corner of the casino, talking with some college aged guys. They were laughing and smiling, obviously flirting with her. Standing there in her jeans and a t-shirt, her breasts on display, she really could have passed for a college student, a young one maybe, but she could have fooled a lot of people. Which she must have, at least a little bit, because she was holding large can of beer as she chatted and laughed. She did not see me approaching but I did see her take a long swallow of beer. Finally seeing me as she was raising the can again, she blushed a little bit, "Umm, hi, dad....", she sputtered. At the word dad, the three college guys disappeared as if they were in a magic show. I raised my eyebrow, smirking at her, "Hi, hon, having a good time?", I asked. I couldn't believe it, but she took a long pull from the can and smiled up at me. "Yep, I like Vegas!" she answered, and then giggled. "All right, party girl, let's go get something to eat," I sighed and rolled my eyes as I led her to a restaurant off the casino floor I like that served good burgers. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she continued to carry the can of beer. I didn't make her put it down, I figured if hotel security had not bounced yet they must figure she was old enough, and that if the craziest thing she did during our stay was have a drink or two I'd be surprised. Apparently, she really did look older than I gave her credit for as the waitress didn't bat an eye when Kim said "Make it two," after I ordered a beer with my burger. I'm sure the fact that she walked in with a can of beer helped give the impression she was of legal age, or at least a lot closer than 5 years from drinking legally. "You need to be a little careful with that, hon, even here," I said, looking at the large steins the waitress produced and placed in front of us. She looked down and then laughed brightly, "Oh, my God, dad, a few beers aren't going to make me drunk," she said. And then visibly gulped when she realized she had just admitted having a tolerance for more than a couple beers already. I had to chuckle at her reaction in spite of myself. "No, honey, even though we're on sort of a no rules kind of vacation, there are still LAWS, that could get you and me in trouble if you get caught drinking. So, be careful, okay?" I asked. She sighed, very dramatically, and then took a sip of beer. "Okay, dad, but if they're giving it to me I'm sure they're not going to all of a sudden check.....". I placed my hand on top of hers on the table, "Please, hon, I'm not telling you to not have fun, just be careful, okay?" She sighed again, but smiled at me, "Okay, dad, I will, I promise," she replied, to my instant gratification. We spent the rest of our lunch chatting about the things we could do in Las Vegas, and people watching. I did not object when Kim asked if she could have another beer, and I had one too. I could tell by the way she was drinking that she really did have a tolerance, after three large beers for her she was not slurring her words and kept up her end of the witty banter, teasing me about my clothes and lack of a girlfriend. She even playfully offered to set me up with one of her field hockey coaches. By the time we got back to the room it was early afternoon and I was tired enough to just want to crawl into bed and snuggle with Ben for a nap. Kim said she was going to lay out by the pool. Ben had set the air conditioner in the bedroom at its lowest setting and I could just make out the lump of his skinny body under the covers and comforter he had pulled up over his head. I stripped out of my pants and shirt and crawled in, shivering, naked, beside him. I was just wriggling my body up to his, sensing he was still asleep when Kim breezily walked into the bedroom. Looking at her, I felt my eyes get big. My little girl wasn't really that little anymore. She was wearing a very revealing two-piece, red bikini. Although the front of her breasts were covered, the fullness of them spilled out the side of the top, and I could see, even in the dim light, her nipples react to the cold in the room. She looked at my head sticking up from underneath the covers, "Gawd, it's cold in here, you guys. If you'd give the AC a rest you wouldn't need 15 layers of covers!" And with those parting words she flounced out the French doors next to the bed and headed to the pool, giving me a very good, and long view of her ass, hardly covered by her bottoms. Her body was pale from the long Chicago winter, but all her time in the gym was apparent, even if it didn't help her tan. Her butt cheeks were round and swayed up and down with each step. She wasn't wearing a true thong, but it was the next thing to a thong, and I knew she'd draw a lot of attention from any guys lounging near the pool. I sighed and rolled over, Ben murmured, just barely awake after hearing his sisters voice. He rolled over to face me and I threw one leg over his hips, feeling his soft dick touch my flaccid cock. I hugged him close and closed my eyes, pulling the covers up over our heads. I must have fallen asleep right away, the next thing I heard was a muffled, "Dad, wake up, wake up dad," coming from somewhere in the pitch blackness. I could feel Ben's body close to mine, and I sensed him stirring. I pushed up and managed to lower the covers that had been totally covering both of us. I squinted, even thought the bedroom was dim, it was much brighter than the total darkness of being under the covers. I could make out Kim standing at the foot of the bed; for a moment I thought she was naked, but my eyes quickly adjusted to make out the same skimpy bikini she was wearing earlier. I couldn't see her face clearly as my eyes were sticky and I was still half asleep, but I could hear the whine in her voice. "Are you ever gonna get up, it's been hours! I'm bored and hungry again!", she complained. I pushed the covers down to my waist and rubbed my face. Moving the covers drew a muffled protest from Ben who tried to crawl under my arm automatically seeking warmth as the cold air hit his face and shoulders. I looked at my watch and realized I had been asleep for several hours. Looking at Kim groggily, I mumbled, "Okay, hon I'll get up and we can get something to eat. Were you at the pool this whole time?", I asked, curiously. "No, I've been watching TV for the last two hours, but I'm sooo bored. Can we go? I just need to shower and change," she said. I was struck by how much like her mother she was, why would she wake me up when she wasn't even ready to go herself? Women! "All right, hon, go get ready and I'll do the same and we'll see if Ben is feeling good enough to join us," I said, as I playfully reached under the covers and ran my hand over his shoulders. "Okay," she said brightly, and bounced out of the room and back to her suite. Meanwhile, I felt Ben move around under my touch, and then heard his voice, muffled, from under the sheets. "I'm feeling better dad, but I'm tired, can I stay here?" he asked. "Yeah, of course buddy," I responded as my fingers sought, then found one of his nipples. I gently pinched it. "You sure you're feeling better?" I asked. I felt him shudder a little and his tiny nipple hardened. He sighed, "Yeah, I'm feeling better, but not THAT good, daddy....", he giggled. I slipped my palm down his flat stomach and cupped his small cock and balls, gently. "Okay, as long as you're feeling better. Give me a call if you need anything, or room service if you want any food. Maybe later or tomorrow we can check out that shower and see if we can't steam the rest of your sickness out," I said, as I very gently squeezed my hand and felt his cock twitch. "That sounds fun, daddy!" he murmured, and I leaned over to kiss his forehead before lifting the covers back up and tucking him in. I slid back into my jeans and put on a clean shirt, stepping out into the living room and turned on the tv while waiting for Kim. She once again surprised me when she walked in from her suite, dressed like she was ready to go clubbing. It wasn't a little black dress she was wearing, it was blue, but the idea was the same. Cut high on the thigh and low across her bust, it was held up by thin straps and hugged her breasts. She looked at me, "What?", she asked suspiciously, seeing something in my face. "Umm, nothing hon, I didn't realize we were going to get dressed up, I thought we were just going to grab a burger or something," I responded. "Oh, well, we did that at lunch, and I figured Ben might not be coming with us, and I know he hates to get dressed up so I thought we could kind of go out?", she said a little uncertainly. "No, that's fine hon, let me just grab a coat to wear," I reassured her. She followed me into the bedroom and hearing me walk back in Ben stuck his head out from under the covers. Seeing his sister dressed up he teasingly asked, "Hey, why is Kim dressed like a Jersey slut?" Kim just rolled her eyes at him and showed him her middle finger, "Asshole," she said, but not unkindly. I grabbed a light sport coat from the closet and shrugged into it, and again told Ben to call if anything came up and then led Kim out the casino and into the warm, but rapidly cooling evening air. Now it was just dark enough for the neon lights to really start to pop and Kim's head was on a swivel trying to take it all in. Her earlier experience drinking in the casino led to her whining about wanting another beer as we walked, and then wanting one of the yards of cheap margaritas that tourists sip from gaudy plastic containers of all shapes. Not wanting to hear her whine all night, and impressed with how she held her beer over lunch, I finally agreed to step into one of the drugstores on the strip and bought a couple plastic containers of iced tea which I then spiked with Jack Daniels, also purchased in the drugstore, while standing in a bathroom stall at the casino we ducked into for that purpose. I figured one of us needed to be semi-sober so gave her the lions share of the whiskey but made sure my iced tea got a big enough kick. We walked up one side of the strip and halfway down the other before finally settling on a nice, upscale restaurant I had been to before. We got a table easily as we were sort of ahead of the real party crowd that liked to pre-club at the steakhouse. Kim continued to press her luck by asking for a vodka tonic as we looked at the menus. The waiter didn't say anything and brought us our drinks. Looking at her, I asked, "What would you have said if he asked you for your ID?" She didn't even bat an eye. "I would have said I left it in my room and settled for a tonic and lime, but he wasn't going to ask me, he saw I didn't have a handbag. He thinks you're my sugar daddy and that I must be old enough to drink if I'm a sugar baby," she answered directly, taking a sip from her drink. I felt myself blush, "How do you know that? No, he doesn't. Wait, you think that everybody thinks that you and I, I mean, no, not really....", My voice trailed off. And I realized she was exactly right. A much older man, dressed casually, but nicely, with a much younger woman, showing off a lot of skin, walking around Vegas together did sort of lead to that explanation. I reflected on how many guys were staring openly at Kim as we walked the Strip. "Hmm, yeah, I guess I can see that.......", I mumbled. Kim started to laugh at me, "What bothers you more dad, that people think I'm your sugar baby, or that they think you need a sugar baby?" she teased. To which I took a drink. "Yes!" I replied with a smile. We had a nice dinner of excellent steaks and watched the crowds pass below us as the evening turned to night and the neon got progressively brighter. By the time we had worked through 4 courses, and a few more cocktails AND some Irish coffee I could tell Kim was both tired, and finally a little bit woozy from the alcohol. I could really tell she was my girl then, I also have a tremendous tolerance for drinking, and even when very drunk can act, if not sober, at least not nearly as drunk as I am. Outside it was fully dark and there was just enough chill in the air that I noticed Kim shiver, and tried not to notice that her nipples again were on display beneath the clingy, sparkly dress. I took my sport coat off and wrapped it over her shoulders, realizing that this would probably only add to the whole vibe the two of us were probably giving off in terms of her being my escort. But I didn't care, my baby was cold, and I could walk to the hotel without my coat. Kim leaned heavily on me as we walked along, filling me on the latest gossip from her school, most of which just elicited non-committal grunts from me since I didn't know any of the people she was talking about or their situations. Her drunken rambling was dropped immediately, however, when she spotted two Las Vegas Police officers on horses standing on the sidewalk up ahead. I had seen horse mounted cops on the Strip plenty of times before, but usually much later, when they were trying to clear out the crowds in the early morning. Maybe they figured there would be more of a Spring Break crowd than was present, but for whatever reason, these two were on their horses watching the traffic go by. Kim saw them and practically screeched "Horses, Oh, my God, horses!", and started pulling me toward them at a fast walk. I knew from experience that the cops were used to drunk girls wanting to pet their four-legged partners but slowed Kim down a bit so she didn't go running up to them. The cop closest to us looked up at Kim's yelling. She was tall and slender with dark skin, not black, she looked like a very dark American Indian. As she sized us up, I could see she had striking blue eyes, and I wondered if she descended from those Germans who had settled in Mexico 200 years ago. Her cheeks were drawn almost to the point of gauntness and her nose was long and sharp like a hawk's beak. She was nothing but menace and hard angles as she stared down at us impassively, she showed almost no emotion at all; and what her face did betray was not welcoming. Kim did not pick up on the look of thinly veiled scorn sitting six feet above her. The cop finally spoke, looking at me, after running her eyes up and down Kim's body, "You know you're not supposed to be working down here, chica!" she almost barked at us. Kim had forgotten our earlier conversation and had no idea what the cop was talking about. "What do you mean? I'm not work...", she started to sputter before I interrupted her. I held my hands up, supplicating, "Nobody is working here, officer, this is my daughter, she just wanted to get dressed up and go out on the town. We're just heading back to the hotel" I said, not meekly, but I hoped neutrally. I really didn't want the cop to talk with Kim enough to pick up that she was drunk. The cop's partner, a beefy guy just kept watching the traffic go by, uninterested in what his partner was getting into. The female cop, who I noticed had Sgt. stripes on her brown satin field jacket looked down at Kim, her face maybe softening a fraction. She peered down, "Is that true, chica, is this your poppi?" she asked. I felt like she was leaning into the accent just a little, but Kim rewarded her with a wide smile. "Yeah, he's my dad, I'm on Spring Break with my brother. He's kinda sick so I got to get dressed up and go out with dad," she said. "Is this your horse? Can I pet him?" Kim asked, unable to hide her interest in the animal. The dark-skinned police Sgt. took pity on her and finally a smile cracked her sharp brown face, "Well, he's my partner, he belongs to the police department, but I guess when he retires he'll probably be mine. I took my last one when he retired. Do you have horses, hon?" she asked, and I couldn't help but notice her blue eyes running up and down Kim again, this time more slowly and maybe more appreciatingly. A dark cloud passed over Kim's face, "No, my mom said horses weren't really for me, so, no....", Kim answered. I hoped that it was because I knew Kim so well that I could tell she was drunk, and that somebody who didn't know here would never pick up on it. Normally she would not show much emotion to somebody she didn't know. Just taking no chances, I stepped in, interrupting Kim, "I live up in Salt Lake and we're sort of changing living arrangements so she might be able to have a horse soon," I offered, both because it was true, and because I didn't want the cop to have any reason to think Kim had been drinking. The cop turned her bright blue eyes to me, "You should, girls and horses go together, I've only got one now, he's a handful, he was a wild horse when I got him," she said before looking back at Kim, "You in college hon?', she asked. Kim blushed, and shook her head, "No, I'm in high school, I'm only 16. Can I Pet him?", she asked again, her eyes locked on the horse's enormous eye gazing at her face. Almost as if he understood her, he lowered his head in front of her. The cop looked from Kim to me and then back to her. "Sure, you can pet him. He's used to drunk white girls petting him, he'd like a sober girl to pet him, because no 16-year-old is out drinking with her dad, is she?", she asked, while giving permission, clearly knowing something was going on. The cop stared at me evenly. I didn't say anything, and Kim just giggled before gently reaching up and touching the horse on his nose. He shivered a little and stretched his head forward. The cop, still looking down, openinly staring at Kim's chest, "Scratch his cheek kinda hard, it takes a lot for him to even feel you, he loves to have his cheeks scratched," she directed. While Kim was doing that and asking how she could be a horse cop, I couldn't help but admire how the cop filled out her riding pants, which were tight and tan and slipped under her shiny black riding boots. I cold literally see Kim's reflection in the toe of the cop's boot. The cop's legs seemed impossibly long and they looked like they were nothing but muscle. Even when she was talking in friendly manner, encouraging Kim to think about a job in law enforcement she radiated barely hidden violence. The overall affect might have been heightened by the fact she was wearing a riding helmet that was the tan of her pants and shined to a high gloss just like her boots. Just above her badge a small name tag said "A. Garcia". I couldn't detect any boobs under her field jacket and figured they might not be very big given how slender she was overall, or that they were pinched under a bullet proof vest. But I enjoyed being able to just look at her for several minutes while her attention was on Kim and not on me staring at her. I snapped back to the moment just as she was saying, "It's the best job in the world, you get to ride one of these guys around and sometimes whack an asshole on the head for being an asshole", which got Kim laughing out loud and maybe a little too long. Kim was obviously taken with both her and her horse, which by now had moved up to within inches of Kim who was eagerly scratching whatever part of his head he presented to her. The radio attached to the Sgt's collar squawked and I could see her and her partner sit up a little and they both looked in the same direction up the strip, in the opposite direction from where our hotel was. The Sgt. Looked down at Kim, "Gotta go, chica. You should think about being a cop, horses are the best and this is one of the only ways you can ride them everyday and get paid enough to live on," she smiled brightly at Kim, displaying impossibly white teeth against her dark face. She looked at me, "You guys should get on back to the hotel before some asshole hits on this one, thinking maybe she's been out drinking," she said, without menace, but sending a clear message. She looked back at Kim as she started turning her horse to face the other way, "Maybe I'll see you around, chica," she said, shifting her focus away from Kim and to whatever the night was going to bring her next. Kim almost sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush when she cried after the two cops who were now starting to urge their horses forward, away from us, "Okay, that would be cool, I'm Kim, " she said, plaintively. The female cop didn't say anything, but she lifted one hand over her head and waved it, indicating that she had heard, as they both nudged their horses to a trot and I could hear several sirens start up in the distance, and looking down the strip saw red and blue lights winking on the street. As Kim and I walked back to our hotel, all she could talk about was the cop and the horse, asking me several times if I thought she could ever have that job. After assuring her that she could do anything she wanted I teased her, "It almost sounds like you have a crush on that cop", I said, as I delivered a gentle bump to her with my hip. "Oh, my God dad, I'm not a lesbian! I mean, not that's there's anything wrong with being gay," I sensed she was looking at me out of the corner of her eye, "but I'm just not. Some of the girls on the team are, they're cool, I'm just not into it," she replied as if that closed the topic. "Hmm, it seemed like the cop was kind of into you, that's all," I observed, watching her out of the corner of my eye. She blushed and looked at me, "What? No way!" she said and then, "You really think so?" she asked. "Yeah, I kind of do. She had a unique look to her, she was pretty," I said neutrally. Kim mulled that over and didn't have too much else to say as we got back to the hotel. Until she asked if we could go to one of the bars for a nightcap. I figured that would be really stretching our luck after all the drinking I'd let her get away with and told her if she really wanted another cocktail I'd have one with her in the room. After looking in on Ben, who was still a lump under the covers in the freezing cold bedroom, I made Kim and I couple of very weak cocktails as she mindlessly flipped through the channels. She settled on a re-run of some college woman's softball and gave me a play by play of the mistakes she saw the players making. She was starting to fade from the drinks and being in the sun by the pool earlier, probably. Finally, I stood up and announced I was going to bed and she said she would too. I hugged her and then headed into my bedroom. I closed the door and stripped off my clothes standing next to bed and shivered to the point I finally stumbled over to the thermostat and set it just a tiny bit warmer. I heard the air conditioner click off but still shivered as I crawled into bed; Ben grumbled a bit when I rolled over next to him but didn't pull away and I wrapped an arm around him and enjoyed the warmth of his small body. I was just starting to wonder if he was feeling well enough for a little play when the bedroom door opened, creating a rectangle of slightly less dark in the dark room. I could just make out the outline of Kim as she whispered, "My bed is spinning dad, can I sleep in here with you guys?" Any thoughts of playing with Ben vanished, but I have to admit that the thought of feeling Kim's body next to mine in bed led to thoughts of a different kind of play, but I ignored those and whispered back, "Sure, hon." I heard, more than saw, her unsteady approach and realized how drunk she was, and again marveled at how well she hid it earlier. I lifted the heavy comforter and she plopped down next to me, immediately rolling towards me and throwing one arm across my chest. She began snoring instantly. I marveled at how much different her body felt laying next to mine than Ben's on my other side. Ben's skin was soft, but he was all elbows and knees, but even after losing the last of her baby fat, Kim felt softer, rounder, and more full than Ben. I didn't know what she was wearing but I was glad she was wearing something, The way she was laying on me flattened one of her round breasts on my chest and there was at least a layer of soft cotton between us as I felt my body start to react to all the skin and the two warm bodies touching me on both sides. I was also glad she fell asleep before she could realize I was totally nude. It took a long time for me to fall asleep, I was on my back one hand on Ben's naked hip as he snuggled his back to me, and one hand pinned uncomfortably between my hip and Kim's belly as she face me and snored into my cheek.