


Club Azure

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2016-10-26
Updated: 2016-10-26
Packaged: 2017-05-16 20:25:32
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/club-azure
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: A resort club offers a special event for couples.
Erotica Tags: Anal Sex, Blowjob, Brother/Sister, Father/Daughter, Mother/Son,
Oral Sex, Pussy Eating, Sibling
Average Rating: 4.57






        Club Azure


_***I've never done a crossover story, but this one hit me that it would be
fun to do. I have read a couple of comics where the characters from different
stories got together and I wondered if and how I could pull that off. I
haven't revisited some of my characters for a while and I thought this might
be fun to try. I hope you enjoy it.***_  
  
Characters are from the following stories/series:  
  
Stacy and Thomas- "Stacy King and I"  
Lily and AJ- "The Letter Jacket"  
Dawn and Travis- "The Break of Dawn"  
Erin and Cory- "Man of the House"  
Aubrey and Lucas- "This Fucking Paper"  
Carly and Mark- "Spitting Image"  
Valerie and Jason- "The Reprieve"  
Grace and Presley- "A Place for Grace"  
  
*********  
  
"How did you know?" she asked, her hands clasped in her lap; they were damp
and hot from nervousness.  
  
Her professor sat across from her in her modest, though comfortable office.
"Aubrey," she said quietly, leaning forward in her chair. Aubrey looked up
sheepishly, barely raising her head. "When someone else is going through what
you yourself have experienced, the signs are easy to see."  
  
Aubrey lifted her head, her eyes betraying her surprise. "You mean... you...
what I mean is..."  
  
She nodded. "My brother and I. Since high school, on and off." She sat back in
her chair, confident that her student from two years ago, the one that had
written the paper concerning incest, would not, could not pass judgment.  
  
"What happened? I mean, how did it start?"  
  
"I don't think that's important," she said, standing. Aubrey's eyes followed
her as she walked over to her desk, talking as she went. "I think we both
understand that discretion is in order, yes?"  
  
"Absolutely," nodded the redhead, her ponytail swaying.  
  
"Good," smiled Dr. Fields. Her dark hair was cut short, though stylish, and
her thin frame provided a perfect body for her modest, traditional fashion. It
was hard for Aubrey to imagine that someone who looked so modest and
professional, and who acted so demurely, would have such an odd sexual
relationship as filial incest. Although people may say the same about herself,
she thought, if they ever found out. "Because I want to give you something."
She sat in her desk chair and opened her brown, leather computer bag, which
rested on the credenza behind her desk, along with a few books and a home
office-style printer.  
  
She pulled out what appeared to be a glossy colorful information folder,
confounding Aubrey at what it could be. The older scholar sat down again and
handed the tiny redhead the folder with a slight smile.  
  
"Club Azure?" asked Aubrey, confused as she opened the folder. Inside were
several glossy pages, loosely resting in pockets, each with descriptions of
what the club actually offered: surfing lessons, SCUBA diving and snorkeling,
horseback riding, private suites, etc. It looked amazing from the brief skim
she had been able to take. "It looks expensive," she said, shaking her head.
"Why are you showing me this?" She looked up.  
  
"Because I want you to be my guest. Here," she said, craning her neck to see
the schedule and pointing to one with a smile.  
  
Aubrey read aloud. "Special Private Event (FFW)" She looked back at her
professor. "What's FFW?"  
  
******  
  
"Yay!" Carly squealed, jumping into Mark's arms and wrapping her legs around
his waist. "I'm so excited!" she cried, dropping back to the floor and looking
at the confirmation in her hand.  
  
"I thought you'd like that," he said with a laugh.  
  
"I've never heard of this place, but it looks amazing!" She gawked at the
webpage her father had opened on his tablet to show her. She scrolled through
the description and the pictures, mostly of couples in a series of fun and/or
romantic settings. She read aloud, "Set in the warm, clear waters of the gulf
stream, Club Azure offers everything a couple could want. An all-inclusive
resort, one of the biggest draws is the isolation from often-crowded tourism
industries. While many all-inclusive resorts offer an oasis they call
paradise, they are often nestled in impoverished areas just outside the gate.  
  
"Club Azure, however, is isolated on a series of small private islands with
immaculate facilities, high-end recreational equipment, and a well-trained and
well-cared-for resident staff. If you really want to get away from it all,
Club Azure offers exactly what you need."  
  
Carly looked up at her father and said asked, "Is this really what it looks
like?"  
  
"Apparently," he shrugged. "I've never been, but I made our reservations and
we'll be there in a few weeks."  
  
"Oh, my god!" she squealed, clapping excitedly. "I might need to get a new
bikini." She winked as she said it.  
  
"Anything you want, angel," he smiled. "Mark the dates."  
  
She picked up her phone to block out the dates on her calendar before looking
at the confirmation again. "It says it's a private event. FFW." She looked at
her dad with a questioning look. "What's FFW?"  
  
******  
  
"Am I going to have to get one of those big floppy hats?" asked Dawn, looking
at the picture with a frown.  
  
"Maybe," Travis shrugged. "We'll definitely have to be careful to take enough
sunscreen," he said. "There's plenty of indoor and nighttime stuff to do, plus
cave exploring and hiking under the canopy."  
  
"How did you find out about this place, anyway?"  
  
"Well, it came up as a banner ad on my homepage, and I poked around at it when
I started looking for a trip to take over break. I found out about some of the
special weeks and thought it would be fun. Mom and dad agreed to pay half if
we paid the other half. It's all-inclusive and I convinced them that as we got
older, we would be spending less and less time together, so this might be our
last chance to have a vacation together. And since we didn't get a senior trip
because of dad's surgery, I guilted them into letting us go here for our
replacement."  
  
"And this is when we're going?" she asked, pointing to the line on the screen.
He nodded. "Why does it say FFW?"  
  
******  
  
"Where did you say you got this, again?" asked Cory, sitting on the couch.  
  
"It was in mom's stuff." Erin was sitting with her elbows on her knees and her
hands clasped in front of her as she leaned forward. "I guess she got it
before she got sick."  
  
"You don't think she was looking at taking a trip there, do you?"  
  
"I wondered about that. Look at what she has highlighted on the schedule."  
  
"Special Private Event (FFW)." He looked up at Erin and shook his head,
silently confessing that he didn't understand.  
  
"So I called. It turns out that the summer before she got diagnosed, she
booked a trip for three. When I called and gave my name, it was on their guest
list and so was yours. She had paid most of the trip, but when I explained
what happened to mom, she expressed her condolences and then said that since
she wasn't going, that her account still had a balance enough to pay for two
trips fully. She had apparently canceled, but had never requested a refund,
instead opting for the credit toward a future trip. I guess that was before
she knew how bad her cancer was."  
  
"What do you think? Should we go? It looks like a nice place."  
  
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. When I saw the highlighted event I
asked the agent what FFW meant."  
  
"What did you find out?"  
  
******  
  
"Aubrey!"  
  
The redhead turned around to see Dr. Fields approaching her, drink in hand and
accompanied hand-in hand by a tall gentleman with similar dark features. "Hi,
Dr. Fields," she returned.  
  
"Judy," she corrected with a smile, hugging Aubrey with one arm, having
released the hand of her companion. Judy stepped back and motioned to the
gentleman. "This my brother, Grant."  
  
Grant extended his hand. "Hi. Nice to finally meet you, Aubrey."  
  
"You, too," she smiled. She turned and rested her hand on Lucas' shoulder.
"And this is Lucas, MY brother."  
  
"Pleasure, Lucas," Grant offered, along with his hand. Lucas was nervous, but
relaxed, feeling at ease and unthreatened by the kindness in Grant's eyes and
voice.  
  
"Lucas, it is truly a pleasure to finally meet you," smiled Judy, extending
her hand. Lucas shook her hand briefly. "Any trouble getting here?" Judy
asked, turning to Aubrey and hooking her hand in her arm, guiding her to the
bar.  
  
"None at all," she said, looking over her shoulder at Lucas.  
  
"Buy you a drink, Lucas?" asked Grant, putting his hand on his shoulder and
walking him toward the bar behind the ladies.  
  
"I thought it was all-inclusive," he said nervously.  
  
Grant laughed. "You're funny. I like you," he said, patting Lucas on the back.  
  
Lucas was serious, but couldn't let Grant know that, so he chuckled and
cleared his throat.  
  
******  
  
Austin watched the sea rise up gently to meet them before feeling the gentle
bump and a tight squeeze from Lily's grip on his hand. "It's okay," he
laughed. "We've landed. Now we're a boat again."  
  
Lily smiled and nodded. "I know. I just don't like flying."  
  
"Well, you did well all the way over in the big plane and in the puddle-
jumper. Now you can relax for a week." He kissed the back of her hand and
looked out at the water, crystal clear turquoise and a few islands nearby with
white sand beaches and lush green trees. The main island was clearly larger
than the others, and housed the large four-story lodge and most amenities. The
bright yellow and red plane puttered up to the dock and a steward opened the
door from the outside, allowing all the passengers to step out. He directed
them to follow the dock to the shore. At the end of the long dock another
steward ushered them toward the front entrance.  
  
Once inside, Lily and AJ checked in, were given their key cards and room
number and were assured that their luggage was already being placed in their
room. Dinner would be at six o'clock the first night, they were told, and they
were given the hours for the dining room service for the rest of the week.
More information about the facilities and amenities was in their room.  
  
"You want to look around first, or go to the room?"  
  
"Let's see what this place is like," Lily answered, taking his hand and
looking around as they explored the lodge.  
  
******  
  
Sitting behind them on the plane were Valerie and Jason, a brunette mother and
her college-aged son, and across the aisle from them were Stacy and Thomas,
the half-brother and sister from Georgia who were taking their first vacation
together.  
  
******  
  
"UNGH!" Travis grunted, exploding into his sister's mouth, his hand on the
back of her head. Dawn swallowed as quickly as she could and prevented any of
his cum from escaping her cherry-red lips. She released him with a pop and he
collapsed onto the cushioned bench at the foot of the bed with a sigh.  
  
"Now that's what I call an appetizer," she said with a smile as she stood up.  
  
"You were right," he said, "About checking out the room first." Travis tried
to catch his breath as he looked at his sister's body, her ivory skin
contrasted sharply with the black hair on her head and at the juncture of her
thighs. She loved when he looked at her that way.  
  
"I thought you'd appreciate it. You can pay me back after dinner." She rubbed
at her pussy, anticipating the touch of his tongue on her. "Oh, while I'm
thinking about it, I have a surprise for you!" She walked into the living area
and closed the bedroom door. Travis stood and grabbed a bottle of water from
the refrigerator in the bedroom and looked out the French doors at the beach
and ocean. He couldn't believe they were here, that he had been able to come
with Dawn and relax together uninhibited for a week. He heard the pocket door
slide open and turned around to see Dawn standing there with her hand on her
hip and a smile on her face.  
  
"Remember this?" she asked.  
  
"Fuck, Dawn," he muttered. "How could I forget? I can't believe you brought
it."  
  
"I brought yours, too," she said, dangling his racing trunks off her finger.
She strutted over to him in her tiny red bikini, the one she had bought so he
could teach her how to swim in the hotel pool during the ice storm. It's the
bathing suit that had led to that first night together, the one where she drew
four loads out of him, giving him access to everything she had.  
  
"Turn around," he said when she had reached him. She turned her back to him
and, just as he remembered, her ass looked perfect in the tiny bikini bottoms.
He stroked her cheek with his hand and ran his finger in her crack, causing
her to giggle and step away.  
  
"Naughty, naughty," she said, turning around and wagging her finger. "No
playing until after dinner. But don't worry, I plan on wearing this a few more
times this week. And I plan on seeing you in yours. And out of it."  
  
"Damn, Dawn, now you got me worked up again," he complained as she walked
away, putting distance between herself and his growing erection.  
  
"Good," she said before she closed the door again.  
  
******  
  
"Land."  
  
"Very good, sir. You are at table nine. Follow me, please." Presley Land
followed his sister Grace as they were led to table nine by the hostess, a
petite ebony beauty with striking green eyes and a British accent. She led
them to a table that seated eight, identical to every other table in the large
banquet hall with iron chandeliers and wall sconces, pale orange walls with
white trim, heavy Spanish oak doors, and patterned carpet of red, gold, black,
and darker orange tones. Every table was round with a white tablecloth, bone
china, red cloth napkins at each space with gold flatware, a large, low
bouquet in the center of the table, and cardstock place cards at the top of
each plate.  
  
Pres pulled the chair out for Grace as they sat side by side in front of their
cards. Before he could even put his napkin in his lap, another couple, this
time an older man and a beautiful, lean young woman with dark hair and
complexion and practically black eyes, arrived. Pres stood to introduce
himself to them, shaking their hands and introducing Grace. Carly was seated
right next to Grace and Mark on her other side. It wasn't long before the
other two couple arrived, Stacy and Thomas, and Stacy's exact physical
opposite, Lily and Austin. Stacy was voluptuous and busty while Lily had a
tiny form with almost no breasts at all. Where Stacy's hair was full and dark
brown, Lily's was a lighter brown and straighter, but Lily had a decent tan
where Stacy's skin was more fair. Both were beautiful in their own right, and
had smiles that would light up the room, as everyone discovered during idle
talk before the meal began.  
  
At table 26 on the other side of the room, closer to the back, Valerie and her
son Jason arrived first, followed almost immediately by Dawn and Travis, who
sat directly across from them. As they talked quietly to each other, Aubrey
and Lucas arrived, Aubrey taking a seat next to Dawn and Lucas between Aubrey
and Valerie. The final two seats were taken by Cory and Erin, who introduced
themselves and shook hands before either one took a seat.  
  
As the banquet hall filled to capacity, the quiet overhead music faded out and
a middle-aged gentleman with a slight build, deep tan and gray hair greeted
everyone from the microphone on the stage.  
  
"Hello, everyone!" he called with a cheerful voice and enthusiastic responses
from most of the crowd. "Did everyone find the place all right?" A lot of
people laughed and the crowd applauded. "We are so glad you're here! Welcome
to Club Azure! And welcome to Family Freedom Week!" A burst of applause and
cheers echoed through the room.  
  
"We are always so excited for Freedom Week," he continued, the crowd quieting.
"If you have been to Freedom Week before, please stand." Most of the crowd
stood up. "Thank you for coming back!" Everyone applauded. "Let me see who has
been coming the longest." He began counting years and couples would sit, the
crowd thinning until he got to 14 years. At that point, there were two couples
standing, both looked to be about in their fifties. "Fifteen," he said with a
smile. Both couples laughed and looked at each other with smiles. "Sixteen."
One of the couples sat down and everyone cheered for the remaining couple.
"How long have you been coming here?" he asked.  
  
"Nineteen years," the man answered with a smile. Again, everyone cheered.  
  
"Nineteen?! You were at our inaugural, then, weren't you?"  
  
"We were," he said, nodding and laughing.  
  
"Will you be back next year?"  
  
"We hope so."  
  
"Mark it on your calendar because your way is paid next year." Everyone
erupted and the couple excitedly hugged and kissed before taking their seat.
"Make sure you don't leave tonight without seeing Anna. Anna, wave for them."
The hostess waved with a smile.  
  
"This is a very special week for us," the host said quietly. "Look around
you," he said, sweeping his arm over the crowd. "Everyone here knows what it's
like to keep your love a secret. It can be hard, can't it? Being in love and
keeping it to yourself?" Everyone nodded and some blotted their eyes. "We
understand. And your secret is safe with us.  
  
"My name is Galen Malroy. My sister was Cheryl. Cheryl and I fell in love in
high school. We didn't mean to. It was an accident, much like what you may
have experienced. But we knew love. And we knew that no one would understand.
Unfortunately our parents found out and disowned us when we were 21 and 20.
Fortunately we heard about job opportunities at a resort in Cozumel. We wanted
to go where no one knew who we were. She worked in the dining room and I
worked in landscaping. Over time we worked into management roles.  
  
"Even though my parents disowned us, our aunt was the last surviving member of
our family before us. Her attorneys found us and we inherited everything. All
we had known was resort operations and we were able eventually to buy this
place and build it up. More than twenty years ago we decided to offer
opportunities for family couples to come here and vacation as a couple. Over
time it has grown to become a separate event, and we couldn't be happier!"
Everyone applauded before he continued. "There are more than 400 of you here
this week!" More applause.  
  
"So when we say you are not alone, we mean it. We are a sovereign
organization, only under maritime law. No one here is under 18. We do not
answer to any state or nation, but we do not want to be seen as a place where
human trafficking or abuse is even an option. We want you to feel safe here.
And free!" he laughed. "So there is no dress code. Clothing is even optional!
We are not a swinger's resort and we won't promote any sexual activities, but
we also won't tell you to cover up or to contain your passion for each other.  
  
"We are here to serve you. Everything is included in your payment. If there is
something you need, visit one of our hospitality areas and we will do our best
to accommodate you. If you run out of sunscreen, just ask. There are places
you don't want to get sunburn, believe me," he chuckled. Everyone laughed.  
  
"This is our main island. The lodging and dining hall and some activities are
all right here, but we can shuttle you to the different islands for other
activities like horseback riding, SCUBA lessons, and parasailing. The
hospitality centers have everything you need and can answer whatever questions
you have.  
  
"Speaking of questions, one of the goals of this week is to help you know
you're not alone. You are sitting at a table with three other couples you
don't know. We want you to get to know each other just a little over dinner.
Later tonight we will also have a mixer where you can meet more couples if you
would like. It is important to know we are not alone and that there are others
who understand our love. So, on the back of each of your seating cards, is a
question for you to ask at your table. The rules are simple. The first person
seated asks the first question, but whoever asks the question also has to
answer it first. There are eight seats and eight questions. Don't bother
trying to trade with another table, either, because they are all the same
eight questions." Everyone laughed.  

"So thank you for coming to spend the week with us. If you need anything, just
ask. Otherwise, enjoy yourselves!" He stepped away from the microphone and
everyone cheered and applauded.  
  
There was dull roar in the banquet hall as people began to pick up their cards
and ask the questions.  
  
******  
  
"You were sitting down first," Jason said, pointing to his mother.  
  
"Only because you pulled out my chair for me."  
  
"A rule's a rule. I don't make them." He smiled and she gave him a dirty look,
followed by a dry smile.  
  
She picked up her card. "Where are you from?" she asked. "Oh, that's easy,"
she said, laughing. "Ohio." Everyone seemed relieved when they answered such
an easy question. That question led to a few others regarding parts of states,
moving around, etc.  
  
Table nine wasn't so lucky. "What was your first experience together?" Grace
asked. "Great," she said, to everyone's laughter. "Starting off with an easy
one." She looked at Pres and smiled.  
  
"You want me to tell it?"  
  
"If you want," she offered.  
  
"My sister tried to kill me in her new apartment, felt guilty about it and
used her body to keep me quiet." Everyone laughed, especially when she hit him
in the arm.  
  
"What REALLY happened," she began, "Is that I had bought some furniture at a
garage sale..."  
  
The table guests became more comfortable with each other and with their own
stories as they shared. They began answering the questions more honestly over
dinner and asking and answering each other about their relationship and some
of the struggles they had. Galen Malroy walked among the tables greeting his
guests and thanking them for coming. He never stayed very long at any one
table, wanting them to connect to one another, not focus on him. He did not
mention that Cheryl had passed two years ago from a long, drawn-out
neurological disorder. He missed her so much, but he knew that if she were
here at his side, she would be very pleased by the growing event and the
smiles on the guests' faces as they connected.  
  
******  
  
"Our dad used to beat our mom," Erin began, looking over at Cory. "One day I
came home and mom was cleaning out cuts on Cory's hand. Cory had walked in on
dad beating her again and he beat the shit out of him and dumped him on the
lawn. I don't know what it was about him that day, but I was overwhelmed and
made a move. We ended up having sex right then and that just kicked everything
off. Soon enough we got mom involved. Cory didn't know that mom and I had
already been messing around for a while. We were all so happy." She hung her
head and blotted at a tear with her napkin. "Last year she died of an
aggressive pancreatic cancer." Some offered their condolences, while others
just nodded solemnly.  
  
"Erin found the info for this trip because apparently mom had already planned
to bring us. That's the only way we knew about this place. She had already
paid for it, so we are going to make the most of it." He held Erin's hand as
he spoke. There was a moment of silence. The other guests at the table began
asking questions about Michelle, and it helped Cory and Erin grieve a little.
They felt comforted and surrounded, even though these people were perfect
strangers. "Since she wanted to bring us here, we brought a couple of her
things that we want to remember her by so she can be here with us in a way."
More questions and statements of support for the brother and sister came
before Erin said that they should probably get back to answering the
questions.  
  
"Thank you for sharing that with us," said Valerie. She cleared her throat and
took a sip of wine. "As for us, our relationship was someone else's idea, at
least initially..."  
  
******  
  
"That was fun," giggled Lily, flopping back on the bed as soon as they walked
in. Austin crawled on top of her.  
  
"You were fun," he said, kissing her.  
  
"I'm going to be all kinds of fun this week," she said. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and kissed him again, more deeply this time.  
  
"Are we going to that party tonight?" he asked quietly.  
  
"Mmhmm, but it's not for a couple of hours. Soooooo," she sighed, stretching
her arms over her head, "Why don't you eat my pussy so we can fuck before we
go?"  
  
"Why should I eat your pussy?" he asked with disgust. He whispered, "It tastes
funny."  
  
She pouted a little. "Not mine. You know she's delicious."  
  
"Fiiiiine," he said, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the bed. "I guess
I'll eat your pussy. You're not going to come in my mouth, are you?"  
  
"Probably," she giggled. "Unless you suck at eating me out."  
  
He unzipped her skirt on the side. "You're going to want to get rid of that
top," he said, pulling her skirt and panties down. "After I fuck you, I'm
going to spray all over your body."  
  
"Eeewww," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Your cum is disgusting, but
I guess I'll let you since you're nice enough to eat my gross pussy." She
pulled off the blouse and removed her bra. "You're not going to wear that, are
you?"  
  
"I guess not," he shrugged before pulling the polo shirt over his head. Lily
looked at his chest and became a little wetter. She touched herself with her
brother watching as he unbuckled and dropped his pants and underwear. A moment
later, they were both naked. "You're so beautiful," he told her, kneeling
down. She moaned quietly, spreading her knees apart so he could get closer,
plus she just wanted to show him her flower; it was wet and ready for his
tongue.  
  
She gasped at his first touch and placed her hand on his head while her other
hand tweaked her nipples. He licked at her gently, exploring her lips and
mound and inner thighs with his mouth. She pulled her knees up and out,
planting her feet on the bed to give him all the access he wanted. He knew
just how to please her and again he didn't disappoint. He dipped his tongue
down to swirl at her anus and she loved it.  
  
"Lick my ass, baby," she whined. "Just like that. Oooh, you're making me feel
so good." Soon enough he had two fingers inside her pussy, pumping them in and
out steadily as he paid more attention to her clit with his tongue. It wasn't
long before she was crying out and wailed through her release.  
  
"Oh, my god, I needed that," she sighed. "But I need you inside me now."  
  
Austin kissed his way up her body, stopping briefly to suck on each nipple,
and slid his turgid rod all the way into her as they kissed.  
  
She moaned into his mouth and whispered, "Fuck, that's good." He withdrew most
of the way and pressed back into her, picking up the pace a little more until
they were screwing at a steady rhythm.  
  
"You're so tight, Lil," he groaned. "You feel so good."  
  
She pulled him down and kissed him, then nibbled his ear and whispered, "I
want you to fuck me all week. I want to fuck you all over this island and the
other ones. I want to ride you and I want you to plow into me. I want you to
cover me in your cum, to cum in my pussy, my mouth, my ass. I want you to be
completely drained when we leave, and I want to spoil you for any other
woman."  
  
He began grunting and plowing her harder as she talked. She was becoming
breathless, her own orgasm quickly building. "Oh, god!" she cried, circling
her clit and grabbing at the sheets. "I'm coming on my brother's cock!" she
squealed, clamping around him and shuddering as she came.  
  
Austin continued fucking her hard, trying to arrive at his own release
quickly. He latched onto her nipple again and drove into her hard and fast,
pulling almost all the way out before slamming into her again. The fire behind
his balls and the knot in his stomach warned him that he was about to fire off
into his tiny sister.  
  
"Fuck, Lil!" he cried, pulling out. Immediately, her tiny hand gripped him and
jerked him right over her pussy. He blasted several streams of thick cum over
her stomach, her right nipple, her neck and dribbled into her brown pubic
hair. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, out of breath. "Wow."  
  
"You like that?" she asked with a giggle.  
  
He turned his head to look at her. "Did you really mean all that stuff?" he
asked.  
  
"Absolutely. I plan on going home bowlegged."  
  
"Oh, my god," he sighed, shaking his head.  
  
******  
  
Grace's tits bounced as she rode Presley's cock, crying out with pleasure.
"Fuck me, Pres," she cried. "Fuck my pussy!"  
  
"Here it comes," he cried. He grabbed her by the hips and held her in place as
his climax erupted inside her, pulse after pulse shooting his sperm into her
velvet passage.  
  
"Come inside me," she prompted quietly, rocking on his shaft as he continued
to spray. "Fill my pussy." Circling on his cock stimulated her clit enough
that she was able to ride out her own small but warm climax. She lay down on
his chest and kissed him. They lay like that for a few minutes before she
suggested a quick shower before the party.  
  
******  
  
Jason once again looked down at the gorgeous brunette bobbing her head on his
young cock in an effort to clean him of their combined juices. He had just
been fucking her from behind with her head on the bed and her ass up in the
air, her screams muffled by the bedspread. He still couldn't believe sometimes
that his mother had such a dirty mouth. Some of the stuff she would say during
sex was amazingly hot. And the way she would move, her hips circling, her ass
bouncing, even the look in her eyes sometimes... holy shit, she was hot.
Valerie was an incredibly skilled and passionate lover.  
  
She settled back onto her heels and squeezed her own tits at his feet. "All
clean," she said. "I guess we'd better get ready for the party," she sighed,
standing up and walking to the suitcase. She pulled out a thin cotton sundress
with a mix of bright colors, all large flower patterns, and slipped it right
over her head. She quickly adjusted her tits and smoothed the dress out.
"Ready," she smiled.  
  
"That's it?" asked Jason, surprised to see his mother had not put on any
underwear.  
  
"Mmm, I do feel a little bare. I guess I should wear a little something under
this dress, huh?" She didn't wait for him to answer, but instead, pulled out a
small velvet bag and withdrew a glass butt plug. She looked him in the eye as
she gave it a sloppy wet blowjob, sucking and licking on it until it was
dripping. She held it out to him with a smile, her eyebrows raised in
question.  
  
Jason gulped and stood. Walking toward her, he took it from her hand. She
pulled her skirt up over her waist and, keeping her legs straight, placed her
palms flat on the bed. "Go ahead," she purred.  
  
Her son looked at her beautiful ass and then at the plug and back again.  
  
"What are you waiting for, honey? Plug my ass for me." He pulled one cheek to
the side and pressed the dull point against her anal opening. He pushed in
slowly, bringing a gasp and sigh from his mother, before her opening
practically slammed shut around the narrowed base. "Mmmm, perfect," she
moaned, standing and shaking her hips a little. Thank you, baby." She kissed
him on the cheek. "Let's go brush our teeth and get the pussy taste out. We
don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about us."  
  
******  
  
"Daddyyyyy!" Carly cried as her father slammed into her from behind. Her voice
echoed through the large glass-enclosed shower. Their lovemaking was
punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of his groin against her wet ass.  
  
Damn, Mark thought, she looks just like her mother. Also like her mother,
Carly enjoyed him gripping her body during sex, and took pleasure in knowing
he couldn't control himself. She cried out again when she felt his wet thumb
press against her dark brown backdoor. As Mark pushed his cock into her, the
dark lips pulled at him, but when he withdrew, the bright pink insides clung
to him, exposing itself for just a second before retreating again.  
  
"I love your finger in my ass, Daddy!" she moaned, turning her head to look
over her shoulder. Her black hair was dripping, matted to the side of her face
where the shower spray had matted it there. She pinched her own nipple, the
hard nub firing jolts of pleasure straight down to her invaded cunt. It wasn't
long before she came on his throbbing organ.  
  
"Oh, fuck, angel," he groaned. "You're so tight!"  
  
"I want to stay young for my daddy's big cock." He groaned at her answer. "Do
you think everyone will know my daddy fucked me and had his finger in my ass?"
she asked.  
  
"Carly!" he cried.  
  
She immediately pulled off him and took him straight into her mouth, sucking
hard and bobbing her head, taking what she could in her mouth while jerking
him with her hand. He grunted and flooded her mouth with his seed. She moaned
and swallowed, sucking and swallowing and taking everything he gave her. Mark
collapsed against the tiled shower wall, watching his daughter stand and smile
before turning around to rinse out her mouth and to clean up her dripping
pussy. She turned around and ran a soapy hand around his groin, kissing him as
she did. "Come on, daddy," she said, rinsing the soap from her hand. "We don't
want to be late."  
  
******  
  
"Dr. Fields!"  
  
Judy turned around and smiled as she corrected Aubrey once again.  
  
"Sorry. Judy. Right. I missed you at dinner. I thought we would be sitting
together."  
  
Judy laughed. "I invited you to be my guest, not my companion. I'm sure we'll
see each other throughout the week and maybe the four of us can share a meal
or two, but I invited you here so that you and your brother could enjoy each
other's company, not mine."  
  
"Oh." Aubrey looked relieved. "I thought something was wrong."  
  
"Oh, not at all," Judy smiled. She turned to look at Lucas. "Are you having a
good time?" she asked.  
  
"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "We met some really nice people at dinner and
tomorrow we're parasailing."  
  
"Parasailing? I haven't tried that. I've watched others do it here while I sat
on the beach drinking a daiquiri," she laughed, touching Lucas' arm. "It looks
invigorating. I'm sure you'll have a good time."  
  
Just then, Grant walked up, carrying two drinks. "Hello, Lucas. Aubrey." They
returned his greetings. "Are you drinking tonight?" he asked.  
  
"I think so," answered Lucas.  
  
"There's plenty to go around," said Grant. "If you'll excuse us, I think we're
going to mingle a little." Judy told them good-bye and turned by her brother's
side, walking toward one of the large bonfires on the beach.  
  
"Let's drink," he said.  
  
"Sounds good to me. And after we meet a few people, maybe we'll take a walk
alone?" Lucas arched an eyebrow, smiling at her insinuation.  
  
******  
  
"I've never been asked that before," Galen smiled, sitting at a small table in
one of the gazebos. Across from him sat a young couple, Stacy and Thomas.  
  
"We know it won't be legal," Thomas said, holding Stacy's hand. She nodded
enthusiastically before taking a sip of her rum and coke.  
  
Galen sat back in his seat. "Why now? Why do you want to get married here?"  
  
"Because we can have an audience. We can have people know about our commitment
to each other and support it. Isn't that what this whole week is about?"  
  
"Yes," he laughed, "I suppose it is."  
  
"We don't want to make a big deal out of it," Thomas added. We can just do it
maybe around sunset on the beach. It won't even take any set-up or chairs or
anything..."  
  
"Oh, absolutely not," he said, shaking his head.  
  
"We understand," Stacy said, downcast.  
  
"No, no, I don't mean I absolutely won't marry you." She looked up at him
again. "What I mean is we won't just throw it together so that it seems
unimportant. We're going to do it right!"  
  
"What? Do you mean it?"  
  
"Of course I mean it!" laughed Galen.  
  
"We'll pay you, of course," Thomas interjected.  
  
"Please," he said, "Keep your money." He thought for a second, looking up at
the gazebo overhead. "Thursday night is the luau. Torch dancers, pig roast,
hula dancers, the whole bit. What do you think about having your wedding right
before it and the luau can be your reception?"  
  
Stacy squealed, "Are you serious?"  
  
"Absolutely!" he laughed, overjoyed.  
  
Stacy jumped up and reached over to hug his neck excitedly. He laughed and
hugged her back. Thomas stood and shook his hand when Stacy released him, the
smile unable to fade. "I can't believe this," she sighed, grasping Thomas'
hand and kissing him fully on the lips. "Thank you so much!" she breathed.
"When T told me he wanted to marry me, we both knew it could never happen.
Even though no one else will recognize our marriage, we will. We'll know
forever that we are husband and wife, and you will be the one to make that
happen."  
  
"Believe me, it will be my pleasure. Now," he said, "If you'll excuse me, I
have a wedding to plan." He smiled before turning to walk toward the front
sidewalk.  
  
"Can you believe it?" she asked Thomas. "We're going to be married."  
  
"I can't tell you how happy I am to be marrying you, Stace."  
  
"I know. Me, too." Thomas kissed her gently, his tongue barely tracing her
lip. A tingle ran through her stomach to her pussy and her nipples stiffened
at his touch.  
  
She felt Thomas growing harder against her and pulled back to look into his
eyes. "We won't stay long at this party, right?"  
  
"Not long at all."  
  
******  
  
The small bluish-white lights illuminating the walking path to the lagoon,
reflected off the twins' fair skin. Dawn's dress was short and thin, perfect
for a tropical vacation, and Travis' black shorts and green golf shirt
complemented his features well, at least according to Dawn. Each held a drink
in one hand and their other hand was laced with their siblings'.  
  
"This is so nice," sighed Dawn. "I can't believe we're here."  
  
"Me, neither." He looked over at her. "And you're absolutely beautiful."  
  
She smiled and looked down. "You're so good to me."  
  
"I love you, Dawn. More than anyone." She rested her head on his shoulder as
they walked for a moment. "Here it is," he said, nodding to a small sign with
only an arrow pointing down a narrow path.  
  
"Are you sure this is it?" asked Dawn, uncertain.  
  
"No," he smiled. "But this is what Clarence said to look for. He said we
couldn't possibly get lost because it dead ends at the spring, and is the only
trail leading out from it. She nodded. He pulled out his phone, letting go of
her hand. She held onto the tail of his shirt as he used the flashlight on his
phone to light their way down the trail. It was pretty short, and very flat,
free from roots and weeds. In a matter of about five minutes, they had arrived
and saw a small pool in the rocks.  
  
"Thank you, Clarence," smiled Dawn. She reached down and scooped some water
with her hand. "It's warm," she said, looking up at her brother, who stood
behind her. He put his phone away and after a moment their eyes began to
adjust to the darkness, allowing the infinite number of stars and the large
moon to illuminate their private time together.  
  
Dawn stood and turned to Travis, looking at him sensually while she pulled her
shirt up and off. She wore a tiny black bra, which encased and lifted her
breasts, drawing Trav's attention. She shimmied out of her skirt after
dropping her shirt on a large rock, exposing her tiny black bikini panties.  
  
Travis just stared until Dawn broke the silence by clearing her throat.
"Aren't you going to get rid of that shirt at least, before I remove anything
else?  
  
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Dawn. You're just so..." He shook his head as he looked her
up and down lovingly.  
  
"I know," she smiled. "You don't have to explain."  
  
Travis pulled his shirt over his head and drew a similar look from Dawn that
he had given her. She didn't move to undress further, so after a couple of
seconds he reached to unsnap his shorts and pull the zipper down. She watched
as he pushed his shorts down, exposing the obvious bulge in his blue boxer
briefs.  
  
"Is that for me?" she asked as she stepped toward him.  
  
"Nope. I got it at dinner and it just hasn't gone down yet."  
  
"Was it that girl with the big tits? She was pretty hot," she smiled,
caressing his chest.  

"You're going to have to be more specific."  
  
Her eyebrows raised when she answered, "The one your eyes followed from the
hostess desk to the table."  
  
"Oh! The brunette?" Dawn nodded. "No. She's pretty, but this is for you," he
said, pulling her hand down to his erection. "Besides, I saw you checking out
Cory."  
  
"Well, he's a good-looking guy," she shrugged. She stroked her brother with a
smile. "But no one's as sexy as you are."  
  
"I don't know about that."  
  
"Well, then, you'll just have to take my word for it." She gave him a peck on
the lips before stepping back and undressing, prompting him to push his
underwear off. Without a word, Dawn waded into the spring. "Mmmm, this is
nice," she said, looking over her shoulder at her brother, who followed her
in. She lowered into the water up to her neck and floated toward the other
side of the spring.  
  
Travis followed her over and embraced her. They kissed for a moment before she
pushed him away with a giggle and climbed up onto a rock at the edge of the
water. "I believe you owe me."  
  
"I do, huh? For what?"  
  
"A certain pre-dinner treat?" She spread her legs and stroked her pussy. Her
brother didn't hesitate to kiss his way up her thigh and feast on her. At
first he tasted the comparative sweetness of the spring water before her
arousal became the predominant flavor. "Mmmmm," she moaned. For a few minutes
Dawn enjoyed her brother's mouth and fingers. She was approaching a strong
orgasm, when she realized that the gasp and curse was not her own.  
  
Her eyes popped open at the same time her brother quickly dropped into the
water away from her, both of them noticing the young couple on the opposite
shore. Dawn immediately dropped into the water behind Travis as the other
couple apologized.  
  
"We are SO sorry," the woman said, looking away. "We didn't know anyone would
be here.  
  
"It's cool," Travis said quietly. "We should have been more careful."  
  
"Um... I'm Thomas and this is Stacy," said the young man on the shore.  
  
"Hi. Travis," he said, then pointing over his shoulder, "Dawn."  
  
"Hi," muttered Dawn with a slight wave, looking embarrassed.  
  
It was quiet for a moment as neither couple knew what to say.  
  
"So," said Dawn, "Uh... what did you see?"  
  
"Enough," said Stacy with a nervous smile.  
  
"Well," Thomas said, pulling Stacy's hand, "We should let you get back to what
you were doing."  
  
"Wait," said Dawn. Thomas stopped. "There's plenty of room. No reason for you
to cut your walk short because of us. You're here for the same reason we are,
I assume?"  
  
"Something like that," said Stacy with a smile.  
  
"If you don't mind us being naked, we don't mind."  
  
"No offense," Thomas offered, "But we don't swing."  
  
"Oh, no," laughed Dawn, "We don't either. I'm not saying that. I'm just saying
we're already naked and judging from what Galen said tonight, we won't be the
only naked bodies you'll see this week, and you might get caught yourselves,
so we can each stay to our own sides of the spring and... um... do what we
came to do."  
  
"I don't know," muttered Stacy. "We kind of thought we'd be alone."  
  
"Us, too," Travis answered, "But it's not a private pool."  
  
Thomas looked at Stacy nervously. He looked at the twins, then turned his
sister so that their backs were to the spring. "What do you think?"  
  
Stacy smiled and shrugged. "I don't know. It kind of sounds like fun."  
  
"You think?"  
  
"We have to hide all the time, T. Here we are in the moonlight on a tropical
island with people who know we're related, but don't judge us for it, and it's
mostly dark. When are we ever going to get another opportunity like this? I
say we go for it."  
  
"I'm not sure..."  
  
"Oh, don't be such a fraidy cat," she laughed, slapping him on the shoulder.
"We'll probably never see them again. Just ignore them. I'm sure they'll be
too busy to notice us anyway."  
  
As Thomas and Stacy whispered, Travis turned to speak to his sister. "What are
you thinking?" he asked. "Why did you ask them to stay?"  
  
"What's the matter, Trav?" she asked, stroking him under the water. "You
afraid you'll get performance anxiety? Besides, your brunette's here. You want
to look good for her, don't you?" she smiled.  
  
"Please stop saying that. I just want to make you happy."  
  
"Then fuck me like we're alone." She wrapped her arms and legs around him and
kissed him deeply. Travis responded the way she knew he would, gripping her
ass and returning a passionate kiss.  
  
Stacy and Thomas turned around and Stacy giggled, "I guess that answers that."  
  
"Oops," laughed Dawn, pulling her face away to look at the other couple, but
not unwrapping herself from Travis.  
  
"We'd like to stay," she said.  
  
"Have fun," smiled Dawn. "Don't mind us." She immediately started making out
with her brother again, ignoring the busty brunette and her companion.  
  
Stacy, always bolder than her brother, took a deep breath and yanked her top
over her head. Her breasts bounced, encased in a dark bra. As Thomas undressed
to his underwear, he watched Stacy remove her bra so her breasts could bounce
free, and her shorts and high-cut panties. His underwear was tight, confining
his erection. He hesitated to remove them, glancing over at the couple on the
other side of the small spring.  
  
His sister, aware that he would probably need some encouragement, backed into
the water, cupping her tits and pulling her nipples. As she sank into the
water, she brought up her breasts, pulling on one nipple with her teeth and
circling it with her tongue. She knew exactly how to get him worked up. He
took a deep breath and shoved his underwear down, rushing into the water as he
hid his erection behind his hands.  
  
"I'm proud of you," she whispered into his ear as she caressed the back of his
neck with one hand and gently stroked his erection with the other. Their
tongues played gently together before she quietly asked him, "What do you want
to do with me?'  
  
"Everything," he breathed.  
  
"Be specific."  
  
He swallowed hard and looked into her eyes. The moonlight was reflected in her
gentle smile, a glint in her eyes as the water lapped at their bodies. They
heard the other couple mumbling and kissing and quietly moaning, but they
focused on each other.  
  
"I want to feel your body pressed against mine while we kiss. I want to cup
your perfect ass and suck on your nipples." She closed her eyes and sighed. "I
want to feel your huge tits wrapped around my cock and then I want to eat your
pussy until you come on my tongue. Finally," he said when she shuddered and
moaned, "I want to make love to you until I explode deep inside you."  
  
"You can do all of that," she sighed, "And more." She thrust her body against
him, squeezing her tits and his cock between them. Her kiss was hungry.  
  
Dawn gasped when her brother's finger pressed into her asshole. "Trav," she
gasped, entwined in her brother's embrace. "I can't believe we're doing this
in front of another couple."  
  
"Do you think that's her brother?"  
  
"I don't know." She rotated her hips against his groin while his finger slid
in and out of her backdoor. "Maybe. He looks at her the way you look at me."
She was watching them over her brother's shoulder. "I can tell he's really in
love."  
  
"If he feels the same way as I do, he is," he answered, kissing her neck. She
pulled back a little.  
  
"Really?" Dawn had a sly but excited smile on her face as she searched her
brother's expression.  
  
"Very much."  
  
Her embrace was even tighter around him. "I'm in love, too," she whispered
excitedly. "Very much." Travis pressed his finger as far into her as he could,
bringing a gasp from his amazing sister. "Why don't you put me back up on that
rock and finish what you started?"  
  
"What about Thomas and Stacy?"  
  
"Who cares? I'm focused on you. I want you to make me come so I can feel your
giant cock inside me again." She slid out of his arms, instantly missing his
warm embrace and the pressure of his finger in her ass, but backed up to the
rock she had been sitting on. Travis helped her up onto the rock and Dawn
opened her legs to feel his mouth on her again. She looked over and saw Thomas
sucking on Stacy's huge breast. She was instantly excited by the sight,
knowing what that felt like, but also surprised at wondering what it would
feel like to suckle on a woman's nipple herself. The thought quickly passed
when her brother's tongue was buried in her canal.  
  
Stacy looked over and saw Dawn watching them as Travis' face was buried in her
crotch. Stacy thought she was very beautiful and remembered her only semi-
lesbian experience of her young friend eating her pussy, videoed as a gift for
her brother. Thomas was all she needed, however, and he was again proving it
by pushing her close to orgasm with his mouth on her nipple and his fingers on
her clit.  
  
She began to whimper and grabbed the back of his head to make sure he didn't
escape her tit before she came. Thomas sucked and pulled harder, finally
biting down with his teeth and pulling her nipple away from her firm, round
breast. That was it! Her climax fired through her, causing her pussy to clamp
and her core to flex beneath the water. As she was about to come, Thomas
forced two fingers into her so that her pussy could grip them, providing more
resistance to her body, increasing her pleasure.  
  
Dawn wasn't far behind her and came quickly on her brother's tongue. Travis
stood and carried Dawn to shallower water before positioning her over his
steel erection. Wrapped around him, she landed on the tip of his cock and
rotated her hips until she felt it rested against the mouth of her vagina, and
eased down onto it. They both groaned with the feeling of being united again,
fully one, unified in their love. He aided her by lifting up on her ass as she
pulled herself up before relaxing onto him again.  
  
Stacy pushed Thomas back up toward the shore so that they were in thigh-deep
water. She made a show of drooling into her own cleavage, spitting a thick
stream into the space between her heavy breasts. She knelt before him with her
back to the shore so that she was a little higher than he was, and took him
into her mouth for a sloppy wet blowjob. Dawn and Travis both looked over at
the slurping, gurgling sound and saw a silvery strand hanging from her chin
before it dropped into the water. Thomas' hand was on her head and he was
looking down at her with a pained expression on his face.  
  
The taste of her brother's cum was still relatively fresh in Dawn's mouth and
she was wondering if she would be able to see Thomas fill Stacy's mouth with
his load, or would he spray her face or those miraculous tits? She began to
peak again, imagining a stream of white bursting from his prick and coating
Stacy's face, outstretched tongue, and tits. Travis' impressive cock pushed
toward her release and he soon grunted a warning about his own. She turned her
attention back to his face and recognized all the signs.  
  
"Are you going to fill me up?" she whispered, rolling her hips.  
  
"Oh, shit! Dawn!" he grunted. He pulled her tightly to his base and she felt
him twitch and throb. He groaned rhythmically, his hips twitching as she felt
the hot spurts of his release splash against her insides. She continued to
roll her hips, bringing an orgasm from her clit stroking against his pelvis.
They held on quietly, slipping down into the water, before Travis' spent cock
pulled from the heat of his sister's cunt to the cooler water of the spring.  
  
They looked over to see Thomas fucking Stacy's tits, held up and together by
her own hands. They never even looked over to see the twins; they were
engrossed in their own experience, oblivious to the couple that had quietly
walked to the shore and gathered their clothes.  
  
Stacy caught them out of the corner of her eye and looked over. "Leaving
already?" she asked. Thomas stopped and looked over his shoulder, but did not
remove his dick from her cleavage.  
  
"You need your alone time and privacy," Dawn smiled. "Have fun," she said with
a wave before pulling on Travis' hand and leading him back toward the narrow
trail.  
  
"Uh oh," Stacy said, looking down. "I'm drying out." Looking up at Thomas, she
forced another thick string of drool down into her cleavage and moved her tits
slowly up and down. "That's better." Thomas began thrusting again for a minute
before groaning.  
  
Stacy pulled back. "No coming," she said, standing up. "I'm going to pull two
loads from you tonight," she smiled. She walked toward the shore, Thomas
following, and got on all fours. She wiggled her ass at him and winked.  
  
Without further encouragement, Thomas smiled and knelt behind her. He grabbed
her hips and pressed into her, both moaning, until he was balls-deep. She
pulled forward a little bit and they both quickly worked into a rhythm. The
slap of their skin and their heavy breathing mingled with the sounds of the
nocturnal life of the island. How many people had fucked on this tiny beach?
Stacy wondered. How many siblings? Her pussy clenched at the thought, and her
mind quickly flashed to the couple that had just left. She slammed back harder
and faster against her big brother, and he watched her full, round ass ripple
with each impact. He was close. Very close, and his sister's whimpering did
not help him hold off.  
  
"I'm close, Stace," he said, gripping her hips tightly and plowing into her.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit furiously to match him. Her
whimpers turned to wails and Thomas buried himself, feeling the burn in his
groin.  
  
"Pull out!" she cried. "Come on my asshole!"  
  
Just hearing her say it, yanked his seed from his balls. He jerked his prick
out of her and touched to her anus. She squealed her release and he splashed
his jizz all over her crack. It pooled in her anus, filled her crack, and
drooled over her pussy until it dripped off her clitoris onto the sand.  
  
"Quick," she breathed, looking over her shoulder. "While you're still hard.
Use your cum as lube and fuck my ass until you come again."  
  
"Are you serious?" he said, lightheaded.  
  
"Damn serious!" she said. "Hurry!"  
  
She needn't worry about him going soft. Not this time. He gripped the base,
pulled her hips back a little to drop them for a better angle, and then
pressed through the puddle of cum catching the moonlight, and pressed into
her. She groaned as her backdoor was stretched to accommodate his swollen
head. She pushed back, encouraging him to keep going. He slowly buried himself
until his balls were resting against her pussy lips.  
  
"You're so big, T," she whined.  
  
"I love your ass, Stace."  
  
"I know you do. And I love that you love it. Now fuck me. I want to feel you
spray my ass out with your cum." He began to move in her and she buried her
middle two fingers in her cunt as he fucked her. She felt the tip of his cock
rub across the backs of her fingers as she kept them buried, making it an even
tighter fit.  
  
Thomas loved that his sister didn't hold anything back from him. She has given
him her whole body. She would suck him, swallow his load, let him come
anywhere on her body, fuck him in any position, masturbate for him, and even
ask (not just let, but actually ask) him to have anal sex. As if it wasn't
enough that she was fucking gorgeous, she also loved sex, but was loyal to him
completely, and trusted that he was completely loyal to her as well.  
  
"Ungh!" she grunted at his assault. "Thomas? Do you think Travis fucks Dawn up
the ass?"  
  
"I don't know." He kept pounding into her.  
  
"I bet he does. I bet he bends her over in her bedroom and shoves that thick
cock right up her ass."  
  
"Oh shit!"  
  
"Yeah? You like that? You like the thought of Dawn giving her ass to her
brother like I do?"  
  
"Damn!" He thrust into her harder and faster  
  
"It sounds like you do!" It was hard for her to catch her breath. She had
never felt such an intense anal fuck from him before. He was sending constant
orgasmic waves through her. "That ass was perfect." She turned her head to
look over her shoulder. "Maybe I should bury my face in her ass and eat her
pussy."  
  
"Fuck!" He cried, his balls forcing a huge load into Stacy's anal cavity.
Spray after spray, each one felt like he was pissing fire, unloaded into her.
She cursed and begged him for more, pulling off and pressing back onto his
cock as he throbbed and pulsed, finally dizzy and toppling into the sand.  
  
Stacy plopped down next to him, out of breath and numb in her legs. She smiled
and kissed him on the lips before lying in the cool sand, pressed against her
brother. After a couple of minutes to catch their breath, she sat up on her
hip and said, "Come on, let's rinse off and head back." She helped him up and
led him into the water by his hand.  
  
He was quiet as they swam around gently.  
  
"You okay?" she asked.  
  
"Did you really mean all that?"  
  
"All what?"  
  
"You know. About... about eating Dawn."  
  
"No."  
  
"No?" He was confused and relieved, but also a little disappointed.  
  
"It was a nice fantasy, though, huh?"  
  
"Do you think she's pretty?"  
  
"Gorgeous. And sexy. I've never been in the same place as another couple
having sex before."  
  
"So you wouldn't really want to do that with her?"  
  
Stacy shrugged. "Not really. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be
with another girl, but it's just a passing thought, and only when I'm super
horny. But you liked the thought of it, huh?"  
  
"I don't know," he mumbled.  
  
"Yes, you do. The image of my face buried in her pussy turned you on. It
should; I know how you feel about me and she's beautiful, so why wouldn't it?"  
  
"No reason, I guess."  
  
"It's okay, T," she said, draping her arms over his shoulders as they faced
each other in the cool water. "Nothing's going to come of it. As far as I'm
concerned, it will always be just you and me."  
  
Thomas smiled. "Good. Me, too."  
  
She kissed him and smiled. "Then it's settled. Now, let's go back to the
room."  
  
They got dressed and walked hand-in-hand back to the lodge. As they rounded
the corner of the building to the patio, someone called out, "There they are!"  
  
They found Travis and Dawn sharing a double-sized lounge chair by the fire
pit. Thomas looked sheepish, but Stacy waved as they walked past them on the
way to the tiki bar.  
  
"It looks like nobody drowned," laughed Dawn. "Congratulations!"  
  
"Thanks for the privacy," smiled Stacy.  
  
"It looks like it was worth it," she winked, nodding at Thomas, who was
yawning.  
  
"Totally worth it," Stacy answered before turning to walk with Thomas to the
bar. They didn't usually drink so they asked what was good and were mixed a
couple of tropical drinks they had never heard of before heading back to their
room. They didn't even shower before falling asleep on the softest bed they
had ever been on.  
  
******  
  
"You don't have to be so quiet," laughed Lucas, looking around. "No one is
here, and even if they were, Galen said not to worry about it."  
  
"I can't [gasp] I can't help it," Aubrey answered, looking down at her brother
as he resumed gently licking her clit and suckling on her labia. "Mmmm," she
sighed at his touch. "I'm so used to being secretive that it's a habit." Her
eyes were closed and she dropped her head back against the upright backrest on
the beach lounger.  
  
"I know," he answered between licks. "But this week you can cut loose."  
  
"Do you want me to be a screamer?" she asked with a giggle.  
  
"Are you?"  
  
"I never have been."  
  
"Then no. I just don't want you to hold back."  
  
"Then talk less and lick more," she giggled, pushing his head back down. She
squealed and laughed when he touched her asshole with his finger before
continuing to eat her to orgasm right there on the beach. She didn't scream,
but she certainly allowed herself to release her excitement more freely,
unafraid that she may be seen or heard, and judged or reprimanded for having
sex with her brother.  
  
Lucas climbed up to lie beside her, kissing her and caressing her hip up to
her breast.  

"Would you like a blanket?"  
  
They both startled and over Aubrey's shoulder stood a young man, apparently of
some south Pacific descent, in the uniform of the resort: an azure-blue polo
with the logo on the left chest, and white shorts (some wore pants and some
women wore skirts). In his hand he held a tray with a small stack of lush-
looking azure blue and emerald green patterned blankets, which Lucas assumed
was a large logo patterned on the blanket.  
  
"Um..." Aubrey tried to cover up, but the gentleman seemed nonplussed and bore
a steady, gentle smile, the tray held comfortably and invitingly.  
  
"That would be nice. Thank you," answered Lucas casually. The steward lowered
the tray and Lucas pulled the first blanket from the stack before the steward
nodded and walked away, never looking back.  
  
"That was weird," she giggled as Lucas clumsily unfolded the blanket over them
both. Immediately they relaxed into the plush shield against the ocean breeze.
"Mmm, this is nice," she sighed. "I wish we could sleep out here."  
  
"Why can't we?" her brother chided.  
  
"Because we're naked and people will be out here in the morning."  
  
"Probably other naked people, topless at least."  
  
Aubrey pulled back and looked at him with surprise. "Look at you with all the
confidence, not caring if somebody sees you naked!"  
  
"Your fault," he shrugged.  
  
"No, it was the Krav."  
  
"Krav boosted my self-confidence, but even so, it wasn't until you began to
show me you thought I was attractive—"  
  
"Sexy."  
  
"Okay, sexy. It wasn't until you began to show me that you thought I was sexy,
that I began to feel better about my body. You started to help me understand
that I don't have to be ripped and muscular with the perfect hair and smile, a
deep tan, and super-white teeth, and hung like a mule, to have women want to
be with me."  
  
"I'm glad you are finally beginning to see the truth." She kissed him on the
lips and settled back into him, her head resting on his chest as he stroked
her arm while he held her. They watched the waves in the moonlight, and
listened as the occasional couple talked behind them, way up on the sidewalk
or the patio. After a few minutes, he felt her hand creep down his stomach
toward his groin.  
  
"Aubreeeey," he sang quietly, "What are you doing?"  
  
She twirled her fingers in his cropped pubic hair, playing with it idly.
"Nothing. Just seeing if you were awake."  
  
"Mmhmm," he muttered like he didn't believe her.  
  
She giggled and moved her hand down, caressing his shaft and balls. Feeling
him respond, she commented that he wasn't awake yet, but that he was getting
there. "So tell me," she said, "Suck or fuck?"  
  
"Tough choice," he said, looking at her lovingly.  
  
In her best voice of the knight from The Last Crusade, she wheezed out,
"Choose wiiiiiisely."  
  
Lucas chuckled and said, "I have to admit, I do like the way you work that
tongue."  
  
"Suck, it is," she giggled, dipping under the blanket. She licked her way down
her brother's body and cupped his balls as she licked and sucked at the head
of his cock. Lucas groaned quietly, knowing that even if he had lifted the
blanket, he couldn't see her in the darkness, he opted to imagine what she
looked like with his cock in her mouth, as he had seen it numerous times
before, and to focus on the feelings of her mouth and hands on him.  
  
Aubrey loved sucking her brother. She loved doing everything with Lucas. He
was attentive and wanted nothing more during sex than to please her. And it
made her want even more to please him. Her drool ran down over his shaft and
she chased it with her lips and tongue, taking him almost fully into her
mouth. She twisted her hand, slick as it was, as she bobbed her head, and
pulled gently on his balls as she sucked him. Lucas moaned his pleasure,
commenting to her about how good it felt and to keep doing what she was doing.  
  
But she didn't. She'd had enough. "Change of plans," she breathed, pulling the
blanket off her head and crawling to straddle Lucas' groin. Lucas admired her
pert tits and erect pink nipples. He loved her narrow triangle of red hair,
and felt it tickle the underside of his head before her lips circled it. "I
hope it's okay, Lucas, but I need to feel you in my pussy."  
  
She lowered before he could answer, and they both moaned at the feel of his
hot steel rod skewering the moist heat of her passage. Once she was settled,
she began riding him, leaning forward so he could suck on her tits and grab
her ass. She didn't care right then that someone may see or hear them. She was
focused. Her head was hanging down, her hair a curtain blocking the world out
from their lovemaking. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and concentration,
jolts of pleasure firing from her pussy up her spine and into her abdomen. Her
whole body could feel the ridge of her brother's head as it glided along her
vaginal canal.  
  
"Damn, Bree," Lucas said, his throat clenched around the words. "You're so
tight."  
  
She took one hand off the back of the lounger and began circling her clit.
"Oh, shit," she gasped. "Are you going to come in me?" she asked. "I'm close!
Fill me up! Come with me, Lucas!" She had let go like he wanted, the volume of
her cries surprising even herself. No, not screaming, but loud enough, not
holding back.  
  
"Fuck, you're good!" He cried, gripping her hips and thrusting up into her.  
  
"OH! That's it! Fuck me! Come in me!"  
  
"Arghh!" Lucas' grunt choked off any other sound, his hips lifted off the
cushioned lounger, his prick buried, firing, firing, firing, firing his load
into the depths of his sister's pulsing cunt. Her own squeal and shaking legs,
fist gripping the cushion, let him know that his orgasm joined hers, just as
she had begged.  
  
Finally they both dropped. Sweat made their skin slick at first, then sticky
as they lay entwined on the reclining wooden lounge chair, the blanket draped
over their waists and legs.  
  
"What do you think?" Lucas finally asked. "Do you still want to sleep out
here?"  
  
Aubrey didn't answer. She kissed the side of his chest and pulled the blanket
up higher, shielding them from the breeze that was sure to blow all night.  
  
******  
  
Valerie's hole slowly began to close as Jason positioned himself, fully
lubricated, at the entrance to his mother's backdoor.  
  
Valerie lay on her back, holding herself behind her knees, looking hungrily at
her son. "No need to wait, Jase. I've been getting ready all night, remember?"
Jason still sometimes couldn't believe that he was in a sexual relationship
with his mom. And now she was asking, yet again, for him to fuck her in the
ass. Her hole was open from wearing the butt plug the last couple of hours,
and her pussy lips were flared open, bright pink, and dripping. She must have
been horny because she didn't even want any foreplay this time. She teased him
all night, then yanked off her dress and had him pull out the plug before
rolling over on her back. Now here he was.  
  
He watched it close a little more, his mother prompting him to hurry; she was
in such need, she said. The gauzy drape billowed under the sea breeze coming
in through the open patio door and he could feel the coolness on his glossy
shaft. Every vein was distended, his head a pinkish-purple, the skin taut.
Without a word he quickly pressed forward, burying himself completely inside
Valerie's asshole.  
  
"Dammit!!" she cried as he entered her. "Fuck, that's deep! You're so big,
baby," she cooed, rolling her hips. "Now fuck me proper. Show momma what
you've got."  
  
He withdrew quickly and thrust all the way in again. Valerie grunted. Again he
plowed her and again she grunted. He picked up the pace and his mother began
to mutter obscenities and demands, challenges to go faster and deeper. She
demanded more and he gave her more, harder, faster, deeper. He watched her
tits dance forward and back on her chest, her skin starting to gleam with
sweat. Her head alternated between pressing back into the mattress as she
cried out, and lifting up to allow her to see the beast invading her rear
passage. Lubricant was freely flowing from her multiple orgasmic releases,
running down over her perineum and his shaft, and creating a growing dark spot
on the sheet.  
  
Jason never said a word. She noticed the swell and knew he was close. She
called him out, pleading with him to let go inside her. He groaned in his
release, hips twitching, balls smashed against his mother's soft cheeks.  
  
Valerie sighed and giggled a little at the warm feeling of him inside her and
dripping out. She let her legs down and Jason slid his wilting member from her
before collapsing onto the bed beside her. She kissed her son on the mouth and
walked to the bathroom, cupping her hand against her anus to prevent dripping
onto the carpet. She emptied herself into the toilet, giggling an apology for
the sound, making Jason laugh. A moment later he heard the toilet flush and
the water running before his mother returned to clean him up with a warm
washcloth. When she returned from rinsing it out, he curled up behind her and
slept heavily until he was awakened by the cry of a tropical bird perched near
their balcony.  
  
******  
  
Ripples and swells slapped against the hull of the shuttle carrying twelve
couples to the island where horseback riding and SCUBA lessons were provided.
Cory and Erin wanted to start the day early, but were disappointed to discover
that the first shuttle didn't leave until 9am. It was fine, they decided, and
had a relaxing breakfast as they considered their day and what it meant. They
needed this. Needed to be together, but alone. Galen had called ahead to the
stables after discussing the need with Erin and her brother, having assured
them he would take care of it.  
  
As the other couples made their way out of the boat and up onto the dock, Cory
picked up his backpack, shouldering it, and followed Erin up out the hull. As
they came to the end of the dock, they followed the two other couples who were
making their way to the right toward the trail leading to the stables, while
the majority gathered at the SCUBA kiosk on the beach. Hand-in-hand Cory and
his sister made their way down the short trail, cooled significantly by the
shade, even though the lush vegetation blocked the breeze, and arrived in
another clearing with a modest-size stable and a large fenced in ring holding
about 20 horses of varying colors and patterns.  
  
Erin smiled as she stroked the nose of a beautiful horse whose head was
hanging over the fence, greeting visitors like a puppy at the pound.  
  
"Looks like you've made a friend," a friendly feminine voice said from behind
them, her accent thickly Latin American.  
  
They turned to see a short thin, but curvaceous woman, maybe in her 30s, but
hard to say. Her straight, black hair was pulled into a ponytail and her dark
eyes shone with joy. Thick pink lips were spread in a wide smile, showing
straight white teeth. Her happiness appeared in no way forced.  
  
"I'm sorry," Erin said, pulling her hand back. "I didn't know if I should pet
him."  
  
"Her. That's a mare. And don't be silly. If I were afraid she would bite you,
I certainly wouldn't let you ride her," she laughed. Cory and Erin laughed
with her. She extended her hand. "I'm Feleta. And this is Glory," she said,
patting the horse's muzzle. She reached into a satchel draped across her body
and leaned in to Erin, whispering, "I don't let anyone do this, but would you
like to give her a treat?" She pulled out two pieces of a large carrot and
gave one to Erin. "Keep your hand flat or Glory will think your finger is
another carrot," she smiled as she fed her piece to Glory. "You try."  
  
Erin laughed when Glory's lips and whiskers tickled her palm as the carrot was
pulled into her mouth. The horse seemed to like Erin's touch, she thought. She
looked over at Cory, who smiled at her, glad to see her happy on a day like
this. "What kind of horse is she? Appa...loo...? I can't remember. I've only
seen them in movies and pictures."  
  
"Glory is an American Paint. See, it looks like someone splashed white paint
on her brown coat. Appaloosas are usually more spotted." She turned and
pointed to a white horse with countless dark spots. "Rambo is our only
Appaloosa. Most of what we have are quarter horses, with a couple of others
mixed in. It's what most people that visit us recognize and they are sturdy
trail riders." She turned back to Glory and patted her neck. "But I'm guessing
you have found your ride, yes?"  
  
Erin looked at Cory. "I think so."  
  
"Very good," Feleta smiled. "And what about you?" she said, looking at Cory.  
  
"I'm easy," he shrugged. "You choose." She looked into the pen to see who had
not been saddled yet and called to another ranch hand. "Lawrence!" An older
white gentleman in a cowboy hat, but wearing the same western-style azure blue
shirt as Feleta, looked their way. "Bring Doc!"  
  
"Doc?" asked Cory with a crooked grin as a large black horse with a white
diamond between his eyes and white mouth, approached behind Lawrence, who was
leading him by a rein.  
  
"Short for Doc Holliday," she smiled. "A real cowboy name, no?"  
  
"What? No Wyatt Earp?"  
  
"Who's Wyatt Earp?" she asked with a confused look. Cory started to apologize.
"I'm kidding!" she laughed, causing Lawrence to smile and Erin to point and
laugh at her brother.  
  
"So what do you think?" asked Feleta.  
  
"I'm your huckleberry," he said in his best Val Kilmer impression.  
  
"What?" She again looked confused. Cory shrugged. Then she laughed again. "I
got you twice." She slapped his arm gently. "You're so easy."  
  
She told Lawrence to saddle them up. The other couples were already going
through their rider training with a young blond man.  
  
Cory needed to get things moving. "Listen, Feleta, we spoke to Galen about
coming over to pay a tribute to our mother. He said he would call ahead and
take care of it."  
  
"Yes, I spoke to him this morning. I'm sorry to hear about your mother. My
mother died about four years ago and she was my only family," she explained
sadly. "So I understand. I know just the place, and if you will allow me, I
will take you on the trail, and if you like the place, I will ride ahead and
wait for you for as long as you need."  
  
"Thank you, Feleta," said Erin, Cory nodding beside her.  
  
"It's my honor."  
  
They talked a little more about their mothers before Lawrence had Glory and
Doc saddled and Feleta told him, "This is the private ride we talked about. If
I am not back before the next shuttle, that's where I am. You can carry on as
Galen instructed."  
  
"Yes, ma'am," Lawrence nodded, tipping the brim of his hat.  
  
"Now," she asked with a smile, "Have either of you ever ridden a horse?"  
  
******  
  
"Your hair's in my face!" Lucas yelled with a laugh, the strong wind whipping
his sister's auburn locks around, despite the ponytail.  
  
"Good," she called back, laughing. "WOOOO!!"  
  
The boat dragged them through the air, the parasail holding them high above
the waves. They laughed and pointed at the white beaches, the green canopy,
and the beauty of the turquoise water below  
  
"Why do we have to go home, again?" Aubrey shouted.  
  
"No reason I can think of!" They reveled in the sense of freedom they were
experiencing flying through the air. Lucas pointed down to the SCUBA lessons,
the tiny people with bright yellow tanks on their backs and huge feet making
it awkward to come up onto the shore. "Tomorrow, we're doing that!"  
  
"We are? Says who?"  
  
"You know you want to!"  
  
She laughed and nodded her head, giving him a thumbs up.  
  
******  
  
"She is so much better at this than you are," Grace sighed.  
  
"Shut up," laughed Pres.  
  
"Don't tell me to shut up. I'm trying to relax."  
  
Presley just laughed, languishing in the massage he was receiving. "I can't
believe I've never done this before."  
  
"I've given you massages before," said Grace, mildly offended.  
  
"I mean a good one." Grace gasped and tried to slap at her brother, who was
out of reach. The two masseuses laughed, but didn't change their effort. After
a moment Presley offered, "Grace, I don't think I told you this before, but
thank you for coming with me."  
  
She picked her head up and turned toward her brother. "I wouldn't change it
for anything." Her heart melted. "Do you think we could do this again?"  
  
He looked over at her. "Anytime. For as long as we can." She reached her hand
out and he took it and squeezed it before letting go and settling back into
their massages.  
  
A half an hour later they were in the private sauna. As soon as they entered,
Grace turned around and set the timer for 30 minutes and dropped her towel,
facing her brother. Her heavy breasts swung free and she pinched her nipples
with one hand, while rubbing her already-wet pussy with the other.  
  
"Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?" she asked with a purr.  
  
"I'm starting to get a sense," he said, his towel tenting.  
  
"You need to get rid of that towel. We have a half an hour to make each other
come as much as possible."  
  
"You think you're that good?" he asked, unwrapping his towel.  
  
"I know I'm that good," she answered, dropping to her knees and engulfing his
solid prick.  
  
Presley inhaled sharply at her attack, amazed that she had engulfed him
completely. Her nose was pressed against his groin and she extended her tongue
to tickle his balls, her throat closing around him. "Grace," he sighed.  
  
She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Grab my hair," she said, a string
of spittle connecting her bottom lip to the base of his shaft.  
  
He gripped her hair at the back of her head and pulled her forward, Grace
offering no resistance. Her deep blue eyes looked up into his face as he
fucked her open throat. She gurgled on his thrusting head, thick spit frothing
from her lips. Her hand was a blur on her pussy and her eyes closed tightly as
she came. He continued to thrust into her mouth, groaning that he was going to
come. Grace's lips closed around the swollen head of his erection and she
licked at the underside as she stroked him with her fist. With a series of
twitches and groans, he unloaded into her mouth, prompting her to swallow as
he continued to feed her stream after stream.  
  
She pulled back and took a deep breath. "Lie down," she panted. Without a word
he lay on his back on the warm wooden floor. The room was tight, but it was
big enough that he could lie down without touching the door with his feet or
the bench with his head. Grace knelt over his head and quickly lowered herself
onto his mouth by spreading her knees. She took him into her mouth again,
diligently working to maintain his erection. It had softened just a little,
but her efforts paid off and she was able to bring him back to full rigidity
with her mouth and tongue in no time. He ate her through two rapid orgasms
before she slid forward and mounted him reverse cowgirl.  
  
She cried out as the sound of her ass slapping against his groin was absorbed
by the moist wood walls. Pres held her hips, watching her round cheeks ripple
as she pursued orgasm after orgasm on his turgid prick. The ridge of his head
and the underside were constantly stimulated by her gliding pussy. Grace was
leaning back enough that his swollen glans was caressing her g-spot on every
pass. Her pussy squelched on every withdrawal and the humid sauna was filled
with the smell of her excitement. "Fuck, I can't stop coming!" she cried. Her
arms and legs grew tired and she requested Presley take over.  
  
He wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled them both over onto their
sides. As much as he tried to avoid it, his penis slipped free, but he quickly
thrust it back into her. The sweat covering both of their bodies made for an
erotic feeling: slick flesh sliding on slick flesh. He pinched and pulled on
her nipples, bolts of lightning firing to her cunt with each pinch. She
couldn't form words, but she wailed and whined as his body forced her to stay
in almost constant climax.  

Presley wasn't worried about Grace being satisfied; she had made it plain. He
wanted that second come. And he was close. His groin and stomach were
tingling. He couldn't get enough of his sister's body. He grabbed his sister's
face and twisted it toward him as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her body,
face and hair were dripping with sweat. She grunted when his tongue invaded
her mouth hungrily, and she returned his kiss with just as much force. The arm
under her head curled up to keep her face from turning away and he pressed his
other hand against her clit. She screamed into his mouth. He stroked it hard
and fast while continuing to bury his cock in her. Hard. Deep. Fast. He fucked
his sister.  
  
She wanted to come? He was going to fuck her so hard she couldn't stop coming.
He felt her hips thrust, her abs twitch, her thighs closing in protection, but
there was nothing she could do but cry out. With her ass thrust back toward
him and his hand on her cunt, there was no way in hell he would stop until he
flooded her with his climax, which was right—  
  
"Gra—"  
  
Fucking.  
  
"Fu—"  
  
Now.  
  
"AAAARRGH!!"  
  
His body pinned him against her. If he could have punched through her cervix,
he would have. His body would make sure of that. Grace screamed while her
brother's scalding seed blasted her pulsing walls, flooding her again and
again and again, the incestuous release branding her as his from the inside.
Her heart swelled with the love she had for him. Her pussy gripped him
tightly, embracing him, trying her best to never let him leave. Their bodies
suddenly gave out, creating a single sweaty heap of entangled flesh on the
warm wooden floor.  
  
DING  
  
"Time," laughed Preston, still perfectly lodged inside her. Grace laughed and
kissed the palm of his hand, tasting sweat and pussy.  
  
******  
  
"You're right, Feleta," nodded Erin and wiping the tear from her cheek. "This
is perfect."  
  
"I'm glad," she said quietly, a hand on Erin's shoulder. "I will ride ahead up
this trail," she pointed to a broad opening in the brush on the right side of
the clearing. I will wait for you by the bridge. Take as long as you need."  
  
"Thank you," said Cory, his hand in Erin's.  
  
Feleta mounted her horse, made a kissing sound and the horse, a brown one with
black mane and tail, ambled toward the opening in the brush.  
  
Cory let the backpack slip off his shoulder, catching the strap in his hand
and set it on a large rock. He unzipped it and pulled out a small plastic bin,
handing it to Erin. Erin took it with trembling hands and set the bin next to
the backpack before taking a deep breath and opening it. Setting down the lid,
she picked up a framed picture of their mother, of her at the edge of the
pool, hair slicked back and an open smile on her face.  
  
Erin remembered that day. They had been swimming and playing in the pool (it
was about a year before their relationship started), and she tried to hide
from getting her picture taken, but Erin wouldn't let her. Cory made a comment
that made her laugh and Erin took a quick picture. It was a natural picture of
how she usually looked. Apart from the times their father was around or more
specifically, abusive toward her, she was lighthearted and jovial. And she
loved to swim.  
  
Both siblings' eyes overflowed with tears looking at the picture. Erin lifted
it and kissed her mother's image before turning and walking toward the cliff.
Cory followed. Feleta had brought them to a small clearing at a cliff
overlooking the open ocean. It was on the opposite side of the island from the
dock and stable, and she brought them on the steeper trail that was mostly
used by the staff and as an outer loop for longer group rides. They were sure
to be uninterrupted.  
  
Erin turned Michelle's picture toward the ocean. "Here it is, mom," she
choked. "You wanted to bring us here and we didn't feel like we could come
here without you. It's beautiful, don't you think?" She laughed and said,
"Well, not as great as the view you have from up there, I'm sure, but still
nice."  
  
Cory had settled in beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they
sat on the dirt and looked out. They talked to her about what they had done
since they got here and how they had found out about it. They said that they
wished they could have all come here together, but how much they appreciated
what she had done.  
  
As Erin and Cory talked, they began to reminisce about their mother, about
getting in trouble with her as kids, about that one Christmas she bought the
elf hat with the big pointy ears attached, to distribute the gifts on
Christmas eve. And of course, about their time making love together.  
  
After a few minutes of silence Erin nodded at Cory and he reached into the box
to pull out a ziplock bag of blue hydrangea petals from their mother's
favorite flower bush at home. "We know you can't be here with us physically,
mom," said Erin, but we brought some of your favorite things in hopes that a
part of you would always be here. That way when Cory and I come back, we will
know that you are here with us."  
  
They alternated pulling items from the box, tossing them into the wind: the
hydrangea petals, some goose down from her favorite body pillow that she
hugged between her knees as she slept, and her sand jar that she had made with
red, blue, green, and yellow sand layered. They opened it and tossed it in
handfuls to be grabbed by the ocean breeze. Finally, Cory opened the jewelry
box and Erin pulled out a gold necklace with a medallion that had all three of
their names on one side, and engraved picture of Michelle on the other. Erin
balled it up in her fist and threw it as hard as she could over the cliff to
watch it drop into the ocean below at the foot of the cliff. That one was more
permanent than the others and they knew it would always be there when they
returned.  
  
After another half hour or so of talking and sitting, they put everything in
the backpack and mounted up to find Feleta. Just as she had promised, she was
sitting by the bridge, her horse drinking from a stream. She smiled and stood
as they approached. Without a word, she led them back to the stable along the
back end of the trail.  
  
******  
  
Austin reclined on the cushion on the deck of the sailboat. Lily's eyes shined
in the setting sun as she smiled up at her brother around the glossy shaft
while it eased once again into her throat. Austin was thankful once more for
his parents' investment in a larger sailboat that allowed him and Lily to gain
enough skill to show the club that they could handle the larger 20' boat. The
instructor/marina manager was impressed and let them take it to the backside
of the far island so they could spend the day and overnight in the cove.
Tomorrow was their last full day here and they wanted to take full advantage
of their time.  
  
He looked down and fell in love with Lily all over again. Her hand glided up
and down against her lips as she gave her brother the oral attention he loved.
Her brown hair with blonde and red highlights fell to one side, swaying as she
worked. He knew she loved his dick. She had told him on several occasions and
showed him on almost as many. When they weren't separated by school or
confined with family, she took every opportunity to at least give him a
blowjob, especially if there was no time for a fuck. If they had time to fuck,
she did both. And she was good at it.  
  
"Come here, Lil," he said quietly. She smiled, still stroking him, but sitting
up some and he was glad they were able to be openly naked. They had never
sailed nude before, but watching Lily tan while she lounged or while she
worked the sails and rigging, gave him an even better view than the island,
the ocean, or the dolphins that arched above the whitecaps as they raced the
twins on the sailboat.  
  
As Lily crawled, he noted her tiny frame, lean and slightly muscular, her
almost flat chest and her pale pink erect nipples. They were so sensitive, and
even though she used to be (maybe she still is, he admitted) self-conscious
about her tiny breasts, she gladly let him see them and play with them however
he chose. She loved that he loved her exactly as she was and never prodded her
or teased her about her shape.  
  
"Come ride my tongue," he offered smoothly. His sister smiled and tucked her
hair behind her ear as she lifted her leg over his chest and crawled forward.
He trimmed bush tickled his nose and she smelled beautiful, musky, womanly.
Aroused. He could smell the work of the day and the excitement of their
playtime. With a sighing moan at his touch, she settled just above his mouth
and gripped the nylon cord rail with one hand, her other fisting his hair.  
  
"AJ," she whined. "Oh, god, you're good at that. I'm going to miss it when I
go back to school." She looked down into his eyes and could see him smiling,
though his lips were covered with hers. Lily stroked his hair and gently
thrust her hips against the efforts of his tongue. She was already close to
coming because she had been turned on all week. This whole trip had been a
series of sexual encounters with AJ, and the more she had him, the more she
wanted him. Why couldn't they stay in this paradise?  
  
Austin saw the signs of her climax. Her thighs quivered, her abdomen tensed,
her fist gripped his hair tighter and pulled him into her. She squeaked when
her orgasm wracked her body, short breaths through a mouth locked open, her
brow furrowed, eyes pinched closed. After a few moments, Lily relaxed with a
sigh and looked down. "Every time," she exhaled happily. Scooting her hips
back, she almost lay on his chest and kissed him, barely keeping her weight
off him with her arms.  
  
Her hips, on the other hand, searched him out. Her pussy chased his cock. When
her ass cheek felt it, she giggled. "There you are," she sang, her gaze never
leaving his. She kissed him deeply again and they both worked their hips
around until the tip of his erection found the entrance to her pussy. She
settled onto him with a sigh as he pushed up into her. It felt like home.  
  
Lily sat straight up. The sky was gray, the sun having set, except for a
ribbon of pale pink and orange just above the western horizon. There were no
more shadows. Austin gazed at his sister's form. She lifted up and dropped
back down, setting a steady pace. "You're so beautiful," he said quietly,
running his hands up to her chest, his palms grazing over her nipples,
bringing a quiet sigh from her.  
  
"Thank you for seeing me that way," she answered lovingly. Her hands rested on
her thighs as she rode him. "I can't believe how perfect a fit we are. Your
cock is the perfect size for my pussy. She loves the way you fill her up."  
  
"She's beautiful, too; feels great; delicious," he smiled. His face changed.
She felt him swell.  
  
"Am I going to get a creamy treat?" asked Lily, picking up the pace a little
bit, lifting all the way up to the tip and riding the top half of her
brother's erection. "Are you going to feed my kitty?"  
  
Austin's nerves were firing on all cylinders. The way she was riding him was
focusing all the attention on the edge of his cockhead. "Wow, Lil," he
groaned.  
  
"Yeah?" she asked, excited. She reached for her own clit and pulled on a
nipple. She was almost there again. She had a sexy smile that she fought to
keep as her orgasm approached. Her hips dropped all the way down now, all the
way up and down at a quick pace.  
  
Her brother grunted with each thrust of semen into his sister's cunt. Lily
squealed through her release, her rhythm gone, but she kept trying to pull his
cum into her own body, her vagina milking him on its own. She loved to feel
him unload into her, but she also loved to watch him come on her skin, loved
to watch it up close as his cock throbbed and pulsed, shooting a stream of his
seed into an arc onto her tongue and face. She loved to taste it, feeling the
throb of his hot erection when it pulsed in her mouth, knowing it's not
delicious, but it is something she earned and felt it was a reward that they
could both share, him the pleasure of giving it and her the evidence of giving
that pleasure.  
  
Lily sat astride her brother, both of them recovering until she felt a little
strength returning. "Want to go for a swim?"  
  
"Sure," he said, caressing her thigh. "Then we eat dinner."  
  
"It's a date." She stood, allowing his flaccid penis to fall free, a trail of
semen trickling out. She helped him stand and kissed him before jumping off
the side by the ladder, splashing into warmth of the deep blue. They swam for
a little while, mostly floating and talking, sometimes caressing and kissing,
but once Lily was confident they were both clean enough, her brother watched
from the bottom of the ladder as his naked sister climbed to the deck.  
  
******  
  
Cory slid the strap of Erin's swimsuit off her shoulder. Her hair was still
wet, but she had combed it back when they came inside from the pool. As much
as he loved the little bikinis she wore, she was smart enough to wear a more
secure athletic swimsuit for an afternoon of paddle boarding and jet skiing.
The thick blue strap moved over her smooth, tan shoulder and Cory looked his
sister in the eye through the mirror as he kissed her neck down to her upper
arm, following the spandex as he pulled it further down.  
  
She smiled at him and reached back, caressing the back of his scalp with her
fingers.  
  
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.  
  
"Thank you, handsome."  
  
He continued kissing his way across the back of her neck to the other side and
slid that strap down. She pulled her arms free and he unclasped the hook in
the back, letting the top fall free before Erin draped it over the edge of the
sink. Cory wrapped his arms around her and cupped her modest breasts, bringing
a sigh from his sister. She turned around and he embraced her as they kissed.
He loved the feel of their bodies pressed together, her skin warm and soft
against his. Erin loved it when her brother touched her. Whether he was
embracing her, massaging her, simply rubbing her back or leg as they watched a
movie, or harshly making love to her with unbridled passion, she loved his
touch.  
  
"Thank you for this week, Cory," she said quietly, looking into his eyes.  
  
"We should thank mom."  
  
"I already have," she said. "Several times. On our quiet hike, on horseback,
sitting on the beach, lying in bed... When I look around, I'm thankful to her,
and to you, for this opportunity. I never would have thought of this myself.  
  
"She loved us very much," he nodded.  
  
After a moment of silent reflection, Erin smiled and walked to the closet.
"Hey, remember our first time?" she asked, opening the closet.  
  
"Of course." A smile formed on his lips. "How could I forget that?"  
  
She pulled a blanket and a couple of pillows from the closet shelf before
walking over to the fireplace. "I remember kissing you in the kitchen," she
said, dropping the pillows on the floor. "Start a fire, please." Cory nodded
and lit the gas fireplace as she continued to talk and popped the blanket open
to let it drift down onto the floor. "And knowing that I wanted you right
then." Cory stood and she gently pulled him down to the floor with her, where
she knelt on the soft blanket. "And we started kissing again." She leaned in
and he held her as they kissed. Erin began unbuttoning his shirt. "And when
you took your shirt off, I knew it was really happening." She pushed the shirt
off his shoulders and ran her hands over his chest. "Then what happened?"  
  
"Your bed squeaked," he laughed lightly.  
  
She smiled and nodded, "So what did we do?" she asked, untying his swimsuit as
he caressed her upper arms.  
  
"We tossed a blanket and pillows on the floor."  
  
"Mmhmm, then what did I do to you?" She pushed his swimsuit down and he helped
her take it off.  
  
"You blew me."  
  
"I blew you," she nodded slowly. She took him into his mouth and pushed on his
chest gently. He took the hint and eased back onto the floor slowly enough
that he wouldn't have to leave her mouth. She moved with him until he was on
his back and she was lying between his legs. Her mouth moved over him
languidly, her tongue, lips and throat massaging him gently. Cory sighed and
moaned, wrapping his hand in her hair while she worked, but never forcing her
to move faster or to take more.  
  
"Erin, baby, I'm getting close," he groaned.  
  
"You warned me that first night, too. Do you remember what I asked?" He
nodded. "Can you?" He nodded again, more frantically, his eyes still closed.
"Good." She moved more quickly and felt his fist tighten around her locks. The
fire built behind his balls and he became lightheaded. With a grunt he fired
into her mouth, blast after blast of his creamy load, which his sister readily
swallowed, humming her approval.  
  
He relaxed back onto the blanket, heat from his excitement and from the fire
creating a glaze of sweat on his body.  
  
"My turn?" asked Erin as she slid up his body, kissing his chest and neck.  
  
Cory opened his eyes and looked into his sister's, a gleam of sensuality
there. "Anything you want."  
  
"Mmm, goody." She gave him a peck on the lips and then knee walked beside him
before swinging her leg over his head to straddle his face. She looked down
her body and combed his hair with her fingers, spreading her knees to lower
onto his mouth. She cooed and sighed at the feel of his tongue and lips
working her over. She was already excited, but she was quickly growing toward
her release. Cory reached up and squeezed her tits, paying attention to her
nipples at the same time he focused on her clit, flicking at it with the tip
of his tongue while he sucked on her hood. Erin cried out when her orgasm
flooded through her. Her hips twitched and she dropped forward, her hand
catching her on the blanket.  
  
"Holy... wow," she laughed as she rolled over.  
  
"Can you go again?" asked Cory with a snicker, wiping her juice from his mouth
and chin.  
  
"What do you think? Can I get something to drink first?" She was breathing
heavy, lying naked on a blanket, her body covered in the same sheen of sweat
that his was.  
  
"Of course," Cory answered, walking to the dresser and picking up both of
their cocktails they had picked up on the way back from the pool. He handed it
to her and settled onto the blanket, watching her take a sip.  
  
"Mmm, that's good." She held it up and looked at it as if she could tell what
was in it by the color. She handed her glass back to him and he took one last
sip before placing them both on the floor away from the heat and their
potentially kicking legs. "How do you want me?" she asked.  
  
Her brother lay on his side beside her and helped her roll over onto her hip.
She giggled when she knew, and lay on her side. Lifting her top knee, she
reached down and began rubbing herself. A moment later she felt Cory's cock
sliding across her lips. She pressed the tip up and shifted her hips and
suddenly her brother was inside her again. They both sighed as he seated
himself before easing back out and reseating again. His movements were slow,
steady, gentle. He kissed the back of her neck and down her spine a little
ways. His hand was stroking her hip and thigh and up to her breast before
grazing across to her mound. He found her hand there and moved back away to
her breast, letting her handle her own pleasure while he slow-fucked her.  
  
She came once in that position before they rolled over, him still buried
inside her, until she was lying face down on the blanket, her hips thrust up
to give him a better angle and opportunity for depth. He drilled into her
harder and it wasn't long before she was struck by two more orgasms, the
second one apparently ripping his own climax from him. Erin mewled at the
feeling of her brother's pulsing shaft, filling her with hot cum. Without a
word, Cory rolled off of her and reached over for the cocktails. They sipped
their drinks and snuggled together before Cory turned off the gas fireplace
and they lay down in bed.  

******  
  
"Come on, daddy, no one's around."  
  
"I don't know, Carly."  
  
Carly looked at her dad with a sexy grin, holding his attention as she slowly
pulled at the bright pink string on her hip. He swallowed hard and looked
around briefly before returning his focus to the ever-shrinking bow. "This
bikini is going to fall right off. You'll be able to see my bush and
everything. You're not going to let this chance go to waste, are you?" the
knot suddenly came loose and her bikini bottom fell away, exposing the top
corner of her pubic thatch, the bikini somewhat in place by the knot on the
other hip.  
  
"Carly," Mark groaned, swallowing hard.  
  
His daughter made a surprised face, covering her mouth with her fingertips.
"Oops. My swimsuit came loose."  
  
Mark looked around again and somewhat accepted that they were on a fairly
secluded small beach. They had paddled a couple of kayaks over to the closer
island and around to the side of it just to explore when his daughter
excitedly pointed to the beach and begged him to paddle up to the shore. As
soon as they had pulled the kayaks up onto the sand, Carly sang out a call to
her father and began hinting that they should fuck right there on the beach.  
  
At first he laughed, but she didn't believe him, so she began teasing him. He
was always reluctant to try something remotely dangerous when it came to sex
with Carly. He didn't want to hurt her and he didn't want them to get caught.
Being in a place that allowed for, even encouraged, that freedom, didn't
automatically wash away the mindset. So Carly again found herself taking the
lead.  
  
She swayed her hips just a little as she pulled on the other string. Mark
swallowed hard as he watched her. Her dark skin contrasted sharply with the
lighter skin that was kept from the sun by her bikinis, small though they
were. He found the contrast unbelievably sexy, especially given her darker
nipples and labia, and the raven thatch of trimmed hair on her mound.  
  
His daughter gasped and threw her hands up into the air in mock surprise with
a slight giggle. "Oh, no!" she snickered, "My swimsuit!" She turned her back
to her father and, keeping her knees straight, bent down to pick up the bright
pink fabric off the sand. She knew her wet lips were exposed to her daddy's
gaze and she tingled even more at the thought of what he was seeing. She knew
he couldn't resist when he saw her this way; he never had, no matter how
resistant.  
  
"Damn you, Carly," he muttered. She peeked back at him, looking around her
thigh, never straightening up, and saw the fire in his eyes as he stepped
toward her with determination.  
  
"Daddy!" she gasped, jerking herself upright and turning around, hiding her
pussy behind her hand, the pink strings dangling from her fingers. "What are
you doing?" She looked scared, but she wasn't.  
  
"Don't give me that," he said, tersely. He reached for her and pulled her hand
away with little resistance from her. He held both wrists in one hand and she
was pulled tightly to him. Her breathing was raspy and deep. His hand cupped
her breast and he whispered roughly. "You show me your wet cunt and tease me
by stripping down on the beach. If you want to be fucked, you'll get fucked."  
  
"No, daddy," she whimpered, turning to him slowly. His grip loosened. "I don't
want to be fucked." She ran her palm along his cheek. "I want you to make love
to me. Love me gently."  
  
He smiled and nodded before kissing her palm. "That sounds nice." He kissed
her gently and their tongues danced. She loved when her father kissed her,
especially like this. There were times she wanted to be desired, and there
were times she wanted to be reminded that he loved her, not as a sex partner
or as a parent loves a child, but she wanted to be loved the way a man could
love her and care for her.  
  
Mark led his daughter by the hand over to a fallen log. It was big, lying on
its side it was higher than her knees. The bark had long ago worn away and it
was obvious that many who visited the beach rested (at least) on the fallen
log since it had been worn smooth along the top. There was no telling how long
it had been there since falling. He dropped his dry bag that held their
belongings and pulled out a towel, folded in half, to lay across the log.
Carly smiled at him and sat down on the towel.  
  
Without a word, Mark knelt on the sand at her feet and kissed the inside of
each knee before alternating between each thigh, kissing his way up on the
left thigh, then the right. Instinctually, Carly leaned back a little, her abs
flexed as she held her pose, and her legs spread almost of their own accord.
Her father lovingly inhaled her scent, closing his eyes to savor her natural
perfume. She loved that he loved her smell. She used to be self-conscious
about it, hearing high school boys make jokes about fish and tuna, and she
never felt that she had smelled bad, but didn't know if it would smell
differently to a man, especially with his face so close. When her father
introduced her to oral sex, he immediately seemed to love it, never once
hesitating to pleasure her there with his mouth.  
  
The tickle of his tongue in the crease where leg meets her groin, brought a
giggle from her. Her father smiled and did it again, just to make her laugh.
"You're going to ruin the mood." Her voice was light, taunting him, not
reprimanding.  
  
"Now, I highly doubt that," he said with a wink. She sighed when he licked her
again, dragging his tongue from her left to her right, across her mound, just
above her clit. Her hair tickled his lips and nose, and felt mildly coarse on
his tongue, but he loved it. Sucking lightly on her inner thigh he pulled his
head back and made a sucking sound before her skin released from his lips. He
licked back across to her clit and gave it a quick lick, causing his daughter
to yelp. She tasted divine; salty and sweet, musky yet clean. She was slick
with excitement. "Do you want a finger?"  
  
"No. Just your mouth. I want my pussy to hug you tight when you slide into
me."  
  
"Carly, baby," he sighed before dropping his head back to eat her more
earnestly. His enthusiasm for the taste of her soft skin, transferred to her
throat, up through her spine, sending tingles that escaped as uncontrollable
cries of ecstasy. It wasn't long at all before her father brought her to first
one, then to a second, climax before she called for him.  
  
"Enough, daddy! Enough." She clawed at his head, trying to grab hold enough to
drag him up her body. "I need to feel you in me."  
  
Without a word he stopped to suck first at one nipple, then the other before
invading her mouth with his tongue. She greeted him eagerly with her own while
embracing him tightly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Carly cried out
with delight, muffled by her father's mouth, as he slid easily into her. Her
body twitched when his pelvis bumped her clitoris, the head of his cock
nudging gently at her cervix.  
  
Carly loved the sounds her father made when they made love. Or fucked. Gruff,
masculine, sometimes animalistic, his desire for her, hunger, need, whatever,
was plain to her by the look in his eyes, the move of his hips, the grip of
his hands. Sometimes he would pull out and flip her over to take her from
behind, plowing her aggressively. Other times he was gentle and built her up
to her orgasms slowly so they would flood over her in waves rather than one
giant explosion. She felt safe and protected in his arms, but also possessed
by him. It was an odd feeling, though not unpleasant, a strange mix of
empowerment and surrender, control and the lack of it, all at the same time.
It was not the way romance novels described it, nor was it the way Hollywood
displayed it.  
  
Her father shifted back, standing practically upright, straddling the log
where his daughter lay. Her hands gripped at his triceps and her calves draped
over his thighs. The change in angle allowed him to watch himself slide in and
out of his daughter's pussy and also allowed him to see her breasts dance
rhythmically on her chest, tiny nipples showing each impact. The head of his
penis moved over her g-spot each time he pressed in or withdrew.  
  
"Oh, my god, daddy," she whined, feeling the charge of her climax amping up as
her father moved inside her. "Keep doing that!"  
  
"I'll try, baby, but I can't for long." She saw that familiar look of
concentration on his face and felt him swelling inside her.  
  
"My clit," she gasped. Mark began rubbing her clit with his thumb while
continuing to steadily drill into her. It wasn't long before Carly clamped
down onto her father's cock and flooded him with her release. He quickly
joined her, exploding into her with pulsing bursts. The flood of his cum and
the rhythmic twitching of his shaft send another wave of excitement through
her. "Come in me, daddy!" she cried..  
  
Mark's breath caught in his throat until he finished unloading into his little
girl. He tried to catch his breath, still straddling the log, but now dropping
his ass onto it, the towel protecting him from the coolness of the wood. He
looked down to see Carly's lips splayed open, his creamy prize running from
her hole. Her black hair was matted with their shared arousal. He saw her
pussy pulse and more semen flowed out of her when she giggled. He looked up at
her face and saw her smiling at him, her middle finger rested on her bottom
lip.  
  
"Enjoying the show, daddy? Am I leaking a lot?"  
  
"A lot, baby girl."  
  
"Is it hot?"  
  
"Very."  
  
"Good," she giggled again. She offered her hand and he helped her to sit up.
"Come on, let's go swimming." She ran toward the water, laughing as her father
tried to catch up.  
  
******  
  
"Look at everyone," Stacy said, looking between the white tent flaps, which
allowed them to have some privacy before the ceremony. The sky was pink and
orange and there were about a hundred people there. "I can't believe so many
came."  
  
"You are doing what a lot of them wish they could do. They want to celebrate
with you." Galen's smile was as bright as it could be. He was clearly as
excited to perform the wedding as Stacy and Thomas were to be getting married.  
  
"We can't thank you enough for doing this for us," said Thomas. Stacy nodded
with a smile.  
  
"Stop thanking me!" he answered. "I've told you over and over what an honor it
is for me. And I understand Kent and Julia took care of you this morning?"  
  
"They were wonderful," replied Stacy, extending the small bouquet of local
flowers from the resort, and two gold wedding bands with woven designs, tied
into the bouquet with white ribbon. "Look."  
  
"Oh, they're beautiful!" Galen exclaimed. "I knew they wouldn't steer you
wrong."  
  
"They have excellent taste," interjected Thomas.  
  
"That's why we do so much business with them. Every once in a while a couple
will want to get married and those two will bring a selection from their store
and help out. Usually, however, we refer the couple to them in Bermuda on the
way to the courthouse."  
  
"Well, we couldn't be more pleased," smiled Stacy.  
  
"So, are you ready?" asked Galen, looking at his watch. "It's about time to
begin."  
  
Stacy looked at Thomas, who smiled back at her and nodded. Galen smiled at
them and turned to walk out of the tent.  
  
"I love you, Stace," Thomas said.  
  
"I know. And I love you." She sighed. "I still can't believe this is
happening."  
  
"I wish I could make it real. You know. Back home."  
  
"I know, but this is real enough. T, you have loved me more than I ever could
have imagined, and whether this marriage is legally recognized, or is known
about by our family and friends, it just reminds me how you feel about me,
about us as a couple. I can't tell you how much I love and appreciate you."
She blotted at her eyes and laughed. "I can't believe I'm one of those girls I
made fun of for crying at her own wedding."  
  
"You're still the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."  
  
Just then Lorna stuck her head in the tent flap. "Thomas, are you ready?"  
  
"Ready," he said. He took a deep breath and said to Stacy, "I love you, babe."  
  
"I love you, too."  
  
He leaned down to kiss her on the cheek and he whispered. "The next time we
make love it will be as husband and wife." She smiled shyly at him and nodded.
She had been thinking about it all week and knew that would be the case, and
she couldn't be more excited.  
  
Thomas stepped out of the tent flap and Stacy watched through the space it
left open, as her brother walked around the side of the crowd and stood on the
small raised platform as the keyboardist continued to play softly. Galen had
gone all out, she thought. He had a gazebo placed down by the end of the beach
and had the columns wrapped in tropical vines native to the island, with
various local flowers accenting the wrap. Lorna, Galen's assistant, had most
likely done most of the work and planning, to hear Galen explain it, and she
had done a tremendous job. There was a trail of thick ivory fabric with
intricate designs woven through it, that would protect Stacy's bare feet from
the sand, and it led from the entrance of the tent, up a center aisle, and to
the gazebo platform.  
  
She watched as Thomas and Galen, and one of the staff talked lightly before
Galen stepped off the platform and walked around the side of the crowd of
attendants. Thomas looked dashing. He was dressed in a pale satin button down
shirt and linen pants just a shade darker. He was barefoot, like her, a
decision he had made to put her mind at ease that she didn't have suitable
shoes, and frankly figured that the resort would not want to do a wedding for
them, or if they did, she and Thomas would not be able to afford what they
would ask, especially on short notice. They had bought their clothes at the
resort, and Galen's tailor had actually made Thomas' shirt for today.  
  
Galen stepped into her line of sight. "Are you ready?"  
  
"Very. Thank you again. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.
Everything looks so beautiful."  
  
"But it pales in comparison to you, my dear."  
  
"Thank you."  
  
"Shall we?" He extended his elbow.  
  
"Let's." Stacy hooked her hand through the crook of his arm.  
  
He held the flap open and they both stepped through. Stacy was dressed in an
ivory dress, simple, but flattering, that was strapless. She also wore a
silver toe ring, anklet, and necklace. Her hair was styled and curled, but
hung free, as she knew Thomas liked it, and her makeup was impeccable, thanks
to the ladies at the on-site salon and spa. She had received a manicure,
pedicure, and skin treatment, as well as a special waxing session to groom her
pubic region as she preferred. It was a little awkward at first, but the
ladies were professional and made Stacy feel completely at ease as they had
girl talk and kept the bride's champagne flute full. She couldn't believe the
smoothness of the waxed area in comparison to shaving. She knew her husband
would be pleasantly surprised.  
  
As soon as they stepped out of the tent, Galen nodded to Anthony, who stood
next to Thomas, and nodded. Anthony raised his arms as Galen and Stacy took
their first step forward. The keyboardist played Vivaldi on a strings setting
and the crowd stood and turned to see the bride. She was proud and humble and
embarrassed at having everyone watch her, a mixture of gasps and murmurs
accompanying her walk. She saw more than a few tissues blotting at eyes, and
ladies grasping at the hands of their own secret lovers. Maybe some of them
were longing for the day that maybe they could be in the same situation. Or
maybe not.  
  
Thomas' eyes were filled with love and wonder. There was no doubt or fear, no
anxiety there. He wanted this as much as she did, she knew. She was glad she
had asked Galen to accompany her down the aisle. She had no one to ask, but
she didn't want to walk it alone. He used the term "double honor" to describe
his willingness to accompany her, having already had the honor to plan and
officiate their secret wedding, and now he got to walk her down the aisle,
too.  
  
Galen stepped up onto the stage with her and Thomas took her hand in his,
smiling at her. She winked at him. He still loved that wink, and she knew it.
Her eyes sparkled in the evening light, the sky still too bright for the
torches to be the primary source of light. Galen stepped to the center and
Anthony handed him the officant's book before stepping down off the side of
the gazebo and standing with the other staff in a line off to the side. The
keyboardist stopped playing.  
  
"Good evening, friends," he began. "It is an honor for us to host this wedding
ceremony between Thomas Hunter and Stacy King. They are here to express their
deep and enduring love for each other, adding another dimension to their
relationship, more than just brother and sister, more than lovers and
partners; they are declaring that in their hearts they are husband and wife.  
  
"Now, here is the part where I would ask if anyone objects to this union, but
I will forego that part, because there are lots of reasons to object,
according to society." He laughed with everyone else, even Thomas and Stacy.
He had sought their approval before writing the comment into the order.
Everyone understood exactly what he was talking about, having been there
themselves, sneaking around and afraid of being discovered. "But that's why
they're here with us, getting married in front of people who understand and
want to celebrate with them."  
  
To Thomas and Stacy he said, "Turn to face each other." They did, and Lorna
took Stacy's bouquet and stood to the side, behind Stacy, in front of the
keyboard. Thomas took both of his bride's hands in his. "Thomas, will you take
Stacy as your wife? To protect her and to care for her, to offer her your
wisdom and your love, and to love her with patience and diligence, for the
rest of your days?"  
  
"I will."  
  
"Stacy, will you take Thomas as your husband? To honor him and to advise him,
to care for him, to follow him and to partner with him, to love him with
patience and diligence, for the rest of your days?"  
  
"I will."  
  
He turned to Lorna, who had removed the rings. "The rings?" he prompted
quietly. She handed him to two wedding bands, which he set on the open book.
He picked up Stacy's ring and handed it to Thomas. Thomas took the ring.  
  
"Place this ring on Stacy's finger and repeat after me. 'I, Thomas... take
you, Stacy... to be my wife... to love and to care for you... to put your own
interests above my own... to love you above all else... and to do all in my
power to meet your needs and desires.'" Thomas repeated as directed, making a
genuine, heart-felt commitment to Stacy.  
  
"Stacy," he handed her Thomas' ring. "Place this ring on Thomas' finger and
repeat after me. 'I, Stacy... take you, Thomas... to be my husband... to love
and to care for you... to put your own interests above my own... to love you
above all else... and to do all in my power to meet your needs and desires.'"  
  
"Thomas and Stacy, by the power vested to me by... well, by you," he
snickered, bringing more laughter, "I pronounce you husband and wife. Thomas,
you may kiss your bride." Thomas kissed Stacy as the attendants clapped and
commented to each other. After the kiss, Stacy took the bouquet from Lorna and
they turned to face the crowd.  
  
"I present to you, not legally, but in all other ways, Mr. Thomas and Mrs.
Stacy Hunter!" The keyboardist began to play and Thomas and Stacy made their
way down the aisle, the crowd standing and applauding as they made their way
past. Stacy looked over and saw Travis and Dawn, their smiles wide, clapping
excitedly. Dawn muttered, "Now for the honeymoon," and winked at Stacy, who
smiled back knowingly.  
  
As Thomas and Stacy made their way down the short trail to the sidewalk, Galen
invited everyone to the reception luau. The resort took some post-wedding
pictures of the bride and groom, then a few with Galen and Lorna. It was dark
by the time they entered the back patio and the emcee for the luau said, "Here
they are! Now introducing the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Hunter!"
Everyone cheered and applauded. Almost the entire resort was at the luau. For
the next three hours, everyone ate, watched torch dancing and hula, did limbo,
and chatted with Thomas and Stacy, congratulating them and asking more about
what made them decide to get married here.  

As the crowd thinned, Stacy hinted at Thomas that it was probably time for
them to go back to the room. He wasn't about to argue. They found Galen and
thanked him again, telling him that they were about to go back to the room.
Lorna was by his side and he looked at her before she pulled an envelope from
her portfolio and handed it to him. "Here is a wedding gift for you," he said
with a smile.  
  
"The wedding was the wedding gift," Stacy said.  
  
"Please. Open it," he said.  
  
Thomas opened it. "Oh, my god," he said, showing it to Stacy.  
  
"Are you serious?!"  
  
"Of course I'm serious. I want you two to come back here. There are two
packages in there. If you will allow it, we want you to come back as our
guests of honor to one of our FFWs next year. The other package is for you to
use at any point in the future. Think of it as a second honeymoon. We want you
to use it down the road a little while. Or you can give it to someone else
that you think would appreciate what we have to offer. Thomas and Stacy, you
will always hold a special place in my heart. I can't tell you how much I have
enjoyed this week. Working with you to plan your wedding has been an honor,
and it has been quite invigorating for this old heart. If there is ever
anything I can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask."  
  
"Thank you so, so much!" Stacy cried, hugging Galen tightly around the neck.  
  
"Oh!" he exclaimed in surprise before laughing and returning her hug. She
released him and Thomas extended his hand. Galen shook his hand and accepted
Thomas' gratitude and promise that they would use both sets of passes.  
  
Fresh drinks in hand, the newlyweds made their way back to their room, hand in
hand. As soon as they entered their room, Stacy said, "Why don't you make us a
fire while I get ready?"  
  
"I can do that," he smiled.  
  
"And I left something for you under your pillow. I expect to see it when I
come back in." She winked as she closed the bathroom door. Thomas lifted the
pillow to see a pair of black boxer briefs with a button fly and a black
bowtie. He laughed and shook his head. He felt like he would look ridiculous
in it, especially the tie, but his wife wanted to see him in it, so he quickly
got undressed and slipped on the underwear and bowtie. He looked in the mirror
and laughed a little again.  
  
"I feel like Chris Farley in that Chippendale's audition against Patrick
Swayze." He put his hands behind his head and thrust his hips in an
exaggerated fashion a few times before laughing.  
  
"What's so funny?" Stacy called from behind the door.  
  
"Nothing," he answered.  
  
He turned down the sheets and started the fire like she had asked. He stood by
the fireplace, watching the flames and sipping on his drink when he heard
Stacy behind him.  
  
"Here comes the bride," she said.  
  
"Holy shit," muttered Thomas when he saw her.  
  
"That's a good sign," she said. She looked him over and saw his growing bulge.
"That's a good sign, too. You look so sexy," purred Stacy.  
  
Thomas didn't know what to say. His wife wore an ivory corset that supported
her tits, but didn't cover them. From the bottom of the corset, garters
attached to matching thigh-highs and high heels. She was more excited than she
had thought she would be, and she knew he could tell. He couldn't take his
eyes off of her.  
  
"How do I look?" she asked.  
  
"In-fucking-credible." His favorite part of her ensemble was the jewelry she
was wearing. "Where did you get those?" he asked, pointing to her tits.  
  
"I thought you'd like these," she said, pulling lightly on the dangling nipple
clips with teardrop pearls suspended from the ends. "You can get anything
online; don't you know that?" She spread her legs a little, and cupped her
tits in her hands.  
  
Thomas moaned at what he saw. Stacy was wearing a matching clitoral clip,
which hung down about two inches, dangling from her clitoral hood. Her landing
strip had been trimmed and was a little narrow, shaped into an inverted
triangle that pointed directly to her clitoris. "You shaved."  
  
"Actually, I had a wax." She ran her fingers over her lips, bumping the
clitoral pendant and making it swing. "I'm super smooth and very sensitive,"
she purred. "And the clips are supposed to increase sensitivity. I wore them
once for a couple of hours at home the day I got them."  
  
"When was that?"  
  
"That Wednesday before we left." She had a gleam in her eye, wondering if her
brother would remember.  
  
"Is that why you were so excited that night?" he asked, stepping toward her.  
  
She nodded. "I think so. Now imagine how passionate I'll be wearing them while
we make love."  
  
Thomas took her hand. "You're so good to me," he whispered. "I love you so
much."  
  
"You're not just saying that because of my outfit, are you?"  
  
He shrugged. "Maybe."  
  
"Why don't you sit down and let me show you how much I love you?" she
suggested.  
  
She led Thomas over to the bed and pushed him lightly in the chest. He sat
down on the side of the bed and she knelt between his legs. She mewed quietly,
her eyes roaming over his body, up his stomach and chest, her hands following,
then down his sides and hips, and up from his knees, then thighs. She finally
settled on the underwear she had bought him, her focus on the bulge at the
center, pushing at the button that confined it.  
  
Stacy deftly unfastened the single button and stroked him softly as she
admired his cock with her gaze. She loved it. Everything about it. She loved
the size and the shape. She loved the medium-pink purple, the bulging veins,
and the swollen head. She loved the heat of it in her hand, her mouth...
everywhere. Most of all, she loved the man it belonged to, the man who gave it
to her freely and passionately. She giggled when she felt a drop of her own
excitement drip onto the inside of her ankle as she knelt. With her free hand,
she wiped at her pussy and brought her fingers up to her brother's mouth.  
  
He sucked her musky fingers clean. As soon as her fingers were in his mouth,
her mouth engulfed him. He groaned around her digits before she withdrew them
to cup his balls, still encased in the smooth fabric. Her right hand twisted
around his shaft as she moved it up and down in time with her head. Her fist
rested against her lips, giving him the sensation of his sister taking him in
fully.  
  
Thomas leaned forward and pulled lightly on Stacy's nipples, which were as
erect as he'd ever seen them. "You're nipples are so hard," he whispered.
"They're beautiful."  
  
She lifted her head and looked down. "The clips feel great. They're like
little cock rings." She pulled away and stood up, smiling at him as she turned
away from him and bent over, legs straight. "Look at my clit," she directed.
"Taste me."  
  
Mark dropped to his knees behind her and licked up her thighs. He could see
her dripping and tasted her excitement as it ran down each thigh, dampening
the stockings. Her clit, though not big, was more prominent, engorged by her
passion and held erect by the dangling clip. He licked up along the outside of
her vulva on each side, swiping the tip of his tongue over her asshole each
time and making her shudder and moan.  
  
"Mmmm, you're so dirty," she murmured.  
  
"You're just incredibly sexy. I can't keep my mouth off of you." He flattened
his tongue and licked up from her clit to her ass again and collected her
juices before swallowing them. He grabbed his sister's full ass cheeks in his
hands and held her in place as he intensified his oral play.  
  
Stacy was doing her best to maintain her balance, but also kept pressing her
ass back against him. "More," she would moan. "I want more, T." For the next
few minutes he did all the things he knew she liked. He licked and sucked at
her labia, flicked at her clit, buried his tongue in her pussy, and brought
her to two strong orgasms. She pulled away and stood up, stretching her back.
"Mmm, I still remember the first time you did that to me. I can't believe I
freaked out so badly about it."  
  
He stood. "Things were different then. We didn't know how things would turn
out. That said, that is still one of my favorite memories of us."  
  
"Do you remember what we did afterward?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.  
  
His shoulders drooped and he hung his head. "We don't really have to go
grocery shopping right now, do we?"  
  
"Not that," she laughed, slapping him lightly on the arm.  
  
"Of course I remember," he smiled. "Our first time."  
  
"My first time. Your first time. Our first time together. God," she said,
rolling her eyes, "You felt so good in me. I couldn't believe how amazing it
felt to finally feel you inside me."  
  
"You always feel amazing."  
  
"How do you want me?" she asked, backing slowly toward the bed and pulling on
the pearls that hung down from her nipples.  
  
"You brought back a good memory," he said.  
  
"Mmm, okay then."  
  
Thomas lay down on the bed and Stacy crawled over him, the pearls from her
nipple clips tapped his chest when she leaned down to kiss him. Without using
her hands, she found the tip of his cock with her pussy and sank onto it with
a sigh. They both groaned as she rode him slowly, feeling everything they each
had to offer. His hands on her breasts and ass and thighs, the embrace of her
vaginal walls caressing his shaft and knob as she glided along his length.  
  
"I want you to come in me," she whispered into his ear.  
  
"What?" he asked, surprised.  
  
"I want to feel you explode inside my pussy, Thomas."  
  
"But... I don't..." He shook his head, a swirl of thoughts and fears and
excitement mingled in his mind. "Stacy."  
  
She sat up and continued to move smoothly on him. "I know, T. But... But I
want to have your baby."  
  
"My baby?" he asked with surprise and confusion.  
  
"Mm-hmm. I've been thinking about it. As far as anyone knows, I met someone at
the resort, one thing led to another, and I got pregnant. It's the perfect
time. I won't see the guy again and my loving brother is a great role model
for my child. Why do I need another man anyway?"  
  
"But, your blood disorder..."  
  
"I know. Getting pregnant is a long shot anyway, but if I do, my gyno
specializes in high-risk pregnancies anyway, which is part of the reason I
chose her, you know, just in case."  
  
"Are you serious," he asked with a smile. "You want me to be a daddy?"  
  
"I do," she giggled. "I want you to give me a baby. No pressure, though. I
just want you to come in me when we make love and if I get pregnant, I get
pregnant. I don't want us to have to worry about it anymore. I've given it a
lot of thought. I want to carry your child."  
  
Thomas pulled her into an embrace, kissing her deeply, his cock pulsing inside
her. "I can't tell you how happy you make me," he whispered. "I want to give
you a baby," he said, kissing her cheek.  
  
She sat up, her face glowing with excitement and joy. "For now," she purred,
"Let's just enjoy each other." Her hands flat on his chest she began bouncing
her hips on his groin, stroking his throbbing cock with her overheated pussy.
Their skin made slapping noises with each impact and her excitement was
flowing freely. The pearls hanging from her nipples swung as she moved,
keeping time with her effort, punctuated by gasps and whimpers.  
  
Thomas was as enamored with Stacy as he had ever been. She looked so
beautiful, so sexy as she rode him. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and her
full, round tits bounced. He reached up to pinch her nipples, bringing a
shudder and squeal from her. She looked down at him with her emerald eyes
ablaze with passion. "Pull on them," she said with a wink. "Pull the pearls."  
  
He did. Her nipples extended a little and she moaned. "You like that?" he
asked.  
  
"Mmm." She nodded and bit her bottom lip. "That's nice." He did it again,
harder this time. Stacy felt the jolt fire down to her pinched clit. Her
orgasm was close and she picked up the pace and intensity of her movements,
slamming herself down onto Thomas before crying out and flooding him with her
release.  
  
When she collapsed onto him he wrapped her in his arms and rolled over with
her, never withdrawing. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his
shoulders, kissing him passionately and embracing him with her legs. He began
moving again, smoothly and steadily. He pushed himself up, feeling his orgasm
rapidly approaching. "I'm close, Stace," he breathed.  
  
"Fill me up, T," she answered, pinching her nipple with one hand, the other
stroking her clit, which was erect, pinched off with the dangling clip. "I
want it! Come in me!"  
  
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming erratic. The fire built quickly
and he finally buried himself completely, crying out as he emptied into her.
Pulse after pulse, he fired his virile seed into her waiting womb, causing her
to cry out, half from the erotic feeling, half from the thought that she could
soon be carrying his baby.  
  
He eased down on top of her, kissing her happily, and she happily returning
his kiss. Soon he called for drinks from room service and they made love until
late into the night. He filled her twice more and they spent their last night
at the resort, embracing naked in their sleep.  
  
*******  
  
"Do we have to go back?" asked Lily as she and Austin walked hand in hand to
breakfast.  
  
"I wish we didn't, but I don't think we could afford to live here. Besides,
mom and dad would wonder where we were." He smiled and kissed her hand. Within
the hour, small groups were leaving the island by the seaplanes that landed
every fifteen minutes at each of three docks. The staff stood at the shore end
of each of the docks and thanked everyone, wishing them a safe trip.  
  
"Either way," she said, "I'm glad we got to come at least once. Even if we
don't come back here, I think we should take some trips together where people
don't know who we are, and we can be lovers, not siblings."  
  
"I like that idea. It's very freeing when we don't have to hide our feelings."  
  
She smiled and nodded, butterflies in her stomach at the thought of romantic
trips together and what all they could do.  
  
Lucas and Aubrey took the same plane back as her professor and Grant, the four
of them chatting as they took the short trip back to the island for their
flights home. Lucas didn't know that a trip like this would ever work out for
them again, but he was glad they were able to come together. Aubrey was
enjoying their time, too, not making big plans for their future, so a second
trip wasn't even on her radar.  
  
Stacy hugged Galen once again, Thomas by her side, and thanked him profusely
for the gift of the wedding and the opportunity to return.  
  
"It is plain to see how much you two love each other," he answered, "And I'm
glad you've allowed us to be a part of your story."  
  
"A huge part of our story," corrected Thomas. "Thank you again." He extended
his hand and Galen took it with a smile. Thomas took Stacy's hand and they
walked down the dock to step up into the plane.  
  
"I already miss it," she said, looking out the window.  
  
"We'll be back next year," he answered. "We may have to leave our baby with
mom and dad for a few days, but we'll make it work out," he smiled, kissing
her hand. She smiled and rested her hand on her stomach, thinking about the
possibility of carrying a child, and wondering how he would be received by
family. No one would know it was Thomas', although their mother would suspect
and would probably ask, but she would continue to keep their secret.  
  
Erin spotted Feleta at the far dock and pulled lightly on Cory's hand, guiding
him in that direction. He saw the short Latina and knew why Erin wanted to
take that plane.  
  
"Feleta," Erin said, prompting her to turn. She smiled when she saw them.  
  
"Hello, again. Did you have a good time?"  
  
"We did," said Cory. "Thank you."  
  
"And thank you so much for taking us to that spot so we could honor our
mother." Erin was deeply appreciative, and took Feleta's hand as she spoke to
her. "I can't tell you how that means to us."  
  
"It was my pleasure. I'm glad you were able to do what you needed to."  
  
"Well, thank you again. We'll never forget it."  
  
They said their good-byes and made their way to the plane.  
  
Galen and the staff waved to each plane as it left over the course of the
morning, and retreated to the dining room for the staff lunch that was held at
the end of each event. As they ate, Galen stood and raised his glass. "Thank
you all for another great week!" Everyone applauded and cheered. "I can't tell
you how much I appreciate all you have done to give our guests a memorable
experience. Now," he said, lowering his glass, "Tell me what you heard and
saw. How can we make this better?"  
  
He sat down and, one by one, the staff began to tell stories and to offer
suggestions that would simplify or enhance what the resort had to offer. Many
commented on the wedding and someone asked if it was something they wanted to
consider offering at FFW, possibly training some of the staff to plan and to
perform smaller ceremonies, or having Thursday evening be the wedding event.
Pros and cons were discussed, and considerations offered. They agreed to
consider it and revisit it in the near future.  
  
Feleta shared her experience of taking Cory and Erin out to pay tribute to
their mother, and Galen thanked her for making their trip extra special.
"Remember," he said to the whole staff, the whole crowd saying it with him,
"If there's a way to say yes, say yes."  
  
******  
  
Megan walked in to see Erin unpacking her suitcase on her bed.  
  
"Hey, beautiful," she smiled.  
  
Erin stood upright and smiled. "Megs!" They stepped into each other and hugged
tightly before pulling back and kissing. "It didn't take you long to get
here."  
  
"You told me when you were getting back; how long should I have waited?" she
feigned exasperation. She plopped down onto the bed. "So, how was it?"  
  
"It was amazing. The place was beautiful, Cory was amazing, it was... well,
everything was about perfect."  
  
"Did you get to take care of your mom's things?"  
  
"Yeah," she sighed, sitting on the corner of the bed. "We talked to Galen, who
runs the resort, and he suggested we visit the stables, which are on another
island. There was a lady there named Feleta." She pulled out her phone and
scrolled to a picture of Feleta. "She took us on a separate trail and we
went," She scrolled again, "Here. We were the only ones there and were able to
stay for as long as we wanted. Feleta rode ahead and waited for us by a creek
so her horse could drink. We talked to mom and talked to each other about her
before taking out the things we brought." She looked up at Megan, tears in her
eyes, and said, "I didn't get to thank you for your help in choosing what to
take. I love you, Megan."  
  
"Aww, I love you, too." They hugged and Megan gave her a quick kiss. "Where's
Cory?" she asked, standing up.  
  
"He's out back, checking the chemicals in the pool."  
  
"What do you say we go for a swim?" She pulled her shirt over her head,
revealing her small breasts before pushing down her shorts.  
  
"Someone's anxious," Erin laughed, standing up.  
  
"Hey, you guys have been fucking all week in paradise, leaving me here to fend
for myself. If you don't want any more orgasms, you can both focus on me." She
darted out the door when Erin lunged at her with a laugh. Erin chased her down
the hall, stripping as she ran and chasing her out onto the patio. Cory was
vacuuming the pool when he heard the door open and both young women burst
through it, naked and laughing.  
  
"Megan's here," Erin called, stating the obvious as she tried to slap her
butt.  
  
"I can see that," laughed Cory.  
  
"Are you going to keep cleaning that pool or are you going to come pleasure
me?" Megan asked, dropping into a lounge chair, reclining while she spread her
legs, and caressing her pussy.  
  
Cory pulled the vacuum pole from the pool after detaching the hose from the
filter. He looked at the two vixens as he stripped his shirt over his head.  

Megan smiled.  
  
THE END




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