“What are you looking for?”
“Mermaids,” the young woman replied without hesitation, without even lowering her binoculars. Her Irish accent matched the fiery mane of curly red hair that had first caught my eye. She was currently leaning against the railing at the bow of the ferry, scanning the horizon, her plump bottom pushed out behind her, an attractive target for the flat of my hand, but I resisted the temptation.
“Do you believe in mermaids?”
“No? Why bother looking, then?”
She lowered the binoculars and let them dangle from her neck, framed on either side by a cascade of vermilion. She looked at me with eyes of tanzanite, large and clear and began to count off on long, elegant fingers. “Well first off, other people think they see them. I’m hoping I can make the same mistake and analyze it better. Secondly, this trip is always dull, and even if I don’t see a mermaid, I sometimes catch seals or the rare lost dolphin. And lastly,” she shrugged, “maybe I’m wrong and there are mermaids. I might be disappointed in the end, but until then, I’ve had a good time and made a good story, and that’s worth it to me.” She looked me up and down briefly with narrowed eyes. “And what are you looking for?”
“Angels. But I think I just found one.”
She giggled, hiding her face behind both hands. Peeking out from over then, she replied, “Oh, that was awful! Please tell me that was a joke, please.”
I smiled. “It was. I promise I’m not that corny usually. But you started it with your mermaid talk.” I held out a hand. “My friends call me Fritz,” I said, giving my nickname. “And what’s the name of The World’s Foremost Mermaid Hunter?”
“Sisi,” she said, shaking my hand firmly, her grip lingering a moment longer than necessary. “Nice to meet someone else my own age on this ferry. Doesn’t anybody under fifty live out here?”
“I doubt isolated New English islands really appeal to many young adults as a summer destination. Where are you headed?”
“Woonasquatucket. My family has a summer home there, and I just wrapped up my thesis, so I’m heading there for the rest of the summer to be with them.”
“Really? I’m going there, too. Just a quick vacation with my parents. What’s it like?”
“Small,” she said. “Too cold in the winter for anyone to bother with, but it’s nice in the summer if you don’t mind being in the middle of nowhere. There’s only about a dozen families there in the summer, so you’ve got to make your own entertainment. Beautiful beaches, though. Do you like to swim?”
“I love it. There aren’t like, sharks or anything, are there? I’ve never swum in the ocean before.”
She laughed before catching my expression. “Oh my goodness, you’re serious, aren’t you? No, the beaches are too shallow, and without any seals around, the sharks have no reason to visit. You’d have to get out pretty far to find anything that might want to take a bite out of you. It’s all perfectly safe, unless you’re afraid of seaweed. Do you think you can handle that?”
“I might need some moral support.”
“You’re hopeless.” She sighed, but I noticed her hand move an inch closer to mine on the railing. “So…have any plans for tonight? We should have some time to swim right after the ferry drops us off.”
I knew my parents would want me to meet my aunt, uncle, and cousin as soon as we arrived, but that couldn’t take too long, could it? Just a quick hello, and then I could be cavorting in the waves with this gorgeous siren… I glanced down at her comfortably full chest and imagined how she would look in a skimpy bikini. Her skin was a light pink, with freckles populating either side of her nose. Her persimmon hair reached down to her breasts, hidden behind a sky-blue blouse. She was zaftig, with a touch of plumpness in all the right areas, giving an irresistible softness to her features. And that round ass of hers…when I had seen it wiggling in the air as she scanned the sea, I knew I wanted to get to know her better.
“I’m free tonight. I’ll just need some time to drop my things off, and then I can meet you anywhere.”
“Perfect. Here, give me your phone; I’ll put in my number. Hm, hm, hm…and…there! There’s a beach on the western side that’s absolutely perfect. Meet me there as soon as you can. If I’m not there, call me, okay?”
“Sounds good, Okay. Is it…is it safe to swim at night in the ocean?”
“Hopeless!” she laughed with a dimpled smile. “I’m going to tell the mermaids to kidnap you as soon as you’re ankle deep. Maybe they can put up with you better than I.”
“I’m not that bad, am I, Sisi?”
“You are, but you’re cute, so I can tolerate it,” she grinned.
I wasn’t sure whether that was an invitation, but it was close enough for me. I slid my hand across the cold, metal railing to her warm, soft hand wordlessly. She looked up at me in surprise, just before I leaned in quickly and kissed her full, rosey lips deeply. After a second of passivity, she kissed back, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my lips to hers. When we finally pulled apart, her cheeks were a deep red, and her indigo eyes tried to avoid my own. “W-well,” she stammered, “I guess I can keep you around for a while longer before giving you to the mermaids…” She sidled up against me, and we continued our conversation until the sun set and Woonasquatucket came into view.
I checked my watch. “Damn, I think I need to find my family…” I lamented.
Sisi pouted. “I’ll see you soon, though. Remember, the west side of the island. It’s easy to find, just look for the long beach with the beached Beluga whale flopping about.”
“Oh stop it,” I said, pulling her against me, wondering whether she could feel my hardness pressing against her thigh, and hoping she could. Her firm, pert breasts pressed eagerly against my chest. I kept my hands just inches above her ass, holding the small of her back, pulling her towards me. “You’re not that big or that pale,” I reassured her.
“Oh, but I am. That’s why I’m swimming at night. If I went during the day I’d blind pilots flying overhead. Planes would crash. Farmers would report UFOs. If I’d been in Syracuse, Archimedes would have used me to reflect the sun at Roman triremes and the city would have been saved. It’s really quite tragic I was born twenty-two hundred years too late.”
“Okay, okay, I get it.” I kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’ll see you tonight, Sisi.”
“See ya, Fritz.”
I found my parents milling about the ferry’s cafeteria, watching our suitcases. “William Frederick! Where have you been?” asked my mother. “It’s nearly time to dock.”
“I’m sorry. I was…looking for mermaids.”
“Did you find any?” asked my father.
“Don’t encourage his sarcasm,” my mother rejoined. “Come on, grab a suitcase.”
I sighed. “Yes, mom.” She kept talking, but all I could think about was Sisi: her beaming smile, her long, wild hair, her deep eyes… I just hoped I could avoid my cousin as much as possible this vacation. The last thing I needed was relatives around while I was enjoying my time with Sisi.
My mother was still talking by the time we docked. Through the window, I saw Sisi get off first and hop on her bicycle with a full backpack, peddling off to her destination. By the time we reached the docks, she was long gone. We had to wait while my mother called her sister, Aunt Morgan, for a ride. About ten minutes later, a large golf cart pulled up, driven by a tall, blonde man I didn’t recognize, but whom my parents did immediately, as Uncle Stephen.
Actually, I had never met these relatives. Not since I was five or so, anyway, and I certainly didn’t remember them. My father had a large family who all lived near us, while my mother’s only sibling had until recently lived in Ireland, where my mom had grown up before coming to America for college, meeting my dad, and settling down here. The last time they visited, I was too young to remember. Heck, I had had to ask my mom for their names before we left: Aunt Morgan, Uncle Stephen and Elizabeth.
“No car?!” I asked incredulously.
“Ah, and this must be Will,” Stephen said. He gave me a hug that lifted me off the ground and set me back down. He had to have been at least 6’5″, and with his thick blonde beard and shoulder length hair, he looked like a Viking warrior.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Uncle Stephen.”
“Ach, so formal! What kind of son are you raising, Ada?”
I cringed and gave Stephen a hearty embrace. “Good to see you, uncle!”
“Much better,” he said, punctuating his sentence with a slap on the back that knocked the wind out of me. He picked up both our suitcases and placed them in the back. “Let’s go, Morgan’s waiting anxiously for you. Elizabeth should be home by now, too.” We climbed in, the engine whirred to life, and we took off down the road at the blazing speed of about fifteen miles per hour.
It was too dark to make out much of the island. The streets weren’t even lit, except at the one intersection we passed, and without the cart’s headlights, we’d have been plunged into total darkness. But off the road, it was lightly wooded, dotted with trees, but mostly covered with tall, thick grass. The shoreline was dark and rocky near us, and I hoped Sisi’s beach would be sandier. The waves softly crashed as my parents and uncle caught up on things without me.
Eventually, we arrived at a two-story, white, Victorian home. Stephen parked the car on the lawn and carried in our bags for us. As soon as the door opened, a broguish squeal and a rapid-fire staccato of heels-on-hardwood pierced my eyes. “Ada!”
“Morgan!” my mother squealed back, hugging her sister tightly. They descended into a series of high-pitched “I’ve missed you so much”es and “How have you been”s while my father, uncle, and I stood off to the side awkwardly. My aunt looked a lot like her older sister. Both were shorter women, medium-sized. While my mother had burnt auburn hair, though, my aunt’s was a bright orange-red.
Finally, Aunt Morgan noticed me. “Oh, Ada, is this little Billy? He’s grown up so much!” She gave me a quick hug before pulling away to examine me more. “He looks just like you, Ian, and handsome as the devil. Do you have a girlfriend yet, Bill?”
“I hear a ‘but’ in there,” she teased.
I blushed. “Well, there’s a girl I met on the ferry over. She said she’ll be here for the summer. I was actually going to go meet up with her for a bit.” I looked over to my parents, “If that’s okay..?”
My father smiled, but my mother’s mouth crinkled with annoyance.
“Oh, let ‘im go, Ada. Elizabeth isn’t here anyway. We’ll spend the night catching up and tomorrow the whole family can meet properly,” Aunt Morgan said.
“Well…” my mother wavered.
“Thanks, mom!” I interrupted. “Thanks, Aunt Morgan!” I said, giving her a tight hug. “I’ll see you all later!” I cried out as I ran out the door, pausing only to hurriedly yank my trunks out of my backpack.
I took out my phone as a compass and went west. Fortunately the moon was out, even it were only a thin crescent, and I had enough light to see by. The island was small, but it took me about twenty minutes before I could hear the susurrus of crashing waves. I walked out of a small grove of trees, and before me stretched a wide swath of ivory sand. The ocean was so dark it couldn’t be distinguished from the night sky; only the white tips of the surf showed where the water was. Brisk, salt air blew off the sea, cooling the warm summer night. About thirty feet into the ocean, I saw a pale figure diving through the waves.
I made my way onto the sand and took off my shoes. The sand was as soft as clay beneath my feet, and we were so far away from any other light that I could see every star in the galaxy. I was dazzled.
“You made it!” yelled Sisi from the sea, waving at me. Her wet hair floated in the water in front of her, and the waves pushed her gently to and fro.
“I did! And I found a mermaid, too!”
“Are you always such a playboy?”
“I’m just honest. How’s the water?”
“Fantastic! Come on in!”
I looked around and realized there was nowhere private to change. Would she think I were a pervert if I just whipped it out? “Turn around!” I demanded.
She smiled and rolled her eyes, but she did it. I hurriedly stripped off my clothes, tugged my swimsuit up around my waist, and made my way into the water. At first touch, the water was cold, but I soldiered on, led on by the knowledge that out in the dark waves, a gorgeous, redheaded mermaid was waiting for me. The icy water enveloped me as I walked towards her. The horizon was invisible; sky and sea mixed together as a solid sheet of blackness, and the only indication of which was which was the stars in the sky. I knew Sisi must have heard my awkward splashing, but she continued to keep her back to me until I had reached her. The water was up to her collarbone almost, but I could still see her porcelain shoulders, and the soft nape of her neck, as her wet hair clung to her chest.
“You can turn back around now,” I whispered.
“How is it? Isn’t the water great?”
“Oh, it gets better once you’ve acclimated. Then it’s absolutely invigorating! I love swimming at night here. No one else is around. No need to bother with superfluities…”
“It’s certainly relaxing…”
She slowly spun and fell into my arms. I just barely caught her in time and kept my balance. “Aren’t the stars lovely?” she asked, her head nuzzled against my neck.
I looked up. The night sky looked like someone had detonated a bag of sugar inside an angsty teenager’s room. Huge swaths of stars spread across the sky, rendering the few constellations I knew indistinguishable through sheer numbers. We sighed deeply together.
I adjusted my hands up from her stomach slightly, inching closer to her breasts. She cooed softly in my arms, a charming invitation. My thumbs reached the curve of her breasts, and my heart stopped.
“Sisi…? What are you wearing right now?”
She tilted her head to stare into my eyes, her dazzling indigo eyes visible even at night. “Nothing. Why? What are you wearing?” she asked with a dimpled smile. I lost my grip for a moment, surprised, but quickly recovered. My hands wrapped around twin pleasant, firm, soft peaks. “Ooh, aggressive…” she teased, covering my hands with hers, keeping them in position.
“Sorry! Um, I didn’t realize you were skinny-dipping…”
“You mean you’re wearing a swimsuit? How bourgeois… Why don’t you try it the natural way with me? I promise I won’t judge and point and laugh because the cold water made you shrink up…”
I averted my eyes and tried to ignore the electric sensation of my fingers gripping her smooth flesh. The cold water had done its job well, and her nipples sharply poked against my palms. “I mean, I just met you a couple of hours ago…”
“And? I just met you a couple of hours ago, and I did it.”
I glanced downwards at her bare chest, the water hiding anything below her navel in inky blackness. Our hands covered the lower half of her breasts and I gave them a tentative squeeze. Adorable freckles dotted her chest. “I can see that…” I can see everything, I thought to myself.
“You’ll see a lot more if you join me,” she promised.
I scanned the beach behind us. It was still deserted, without a soul in sight. “I guess I can try…” I mused, as her smile beamed.
She released my hands and swam further into the water. The waves lapped at her breasts, just barely covering her nipples, each wave briefly revealing two small, pink areolae. Her pert, plump, pearish breasts bobbed as she bounced in the water like a playful porpoise. Brown freckles dotted her whole chest. I stood there transfixed at the sight, until Sisi brought me back to earth with a “Well?”
“Sorry, I was admiring the view.” I reached beneath the waves, and with a deep breath, slid my trunks down, stepping out of them gingerly. Instantly, I knew what Sisi had been talking about. I hadn’t realized how uncomfortable swimsuits were… I felt so much freer, so much better without mine. “This is…this is nice.”
She deftly removed my trunks from my hands and slipped them over one arm for safekeeping before wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me, her proud breasts pressing eagerly against my wet, bare chest. “Isn’t it, though?” She stood up on her toes and kissed me strongly, the only witnesses the moon and the stars.
We swam for a short while, but it wasn’t long before both of us began craving a different activity. She slowly made her way to shore, and I, her lost puppy, eagerly followed. She emerged from the water as a Venus. Her long, wet, curly hair, now a burnt orange, hugged her body. Freckles dotted her entire form. Her round, tight ass wiggled like a metronome as she walked onto the sand. Her pinkish-white skin was flawless and clear. I embraced her from behind, pressing myself against her behind, and kissed her neck, her earlobes, nibbling and sucking her skin. She surrendered to me, letting us fall softly onto the sand together.
She looked up at me from the sand and kissed me wordlessly. We tumbled about in the sand, coating us both, kissing, sucking, and licking each other’s lips. My cock, free of the cold water, hardened quickly, and she rubbed her crotch against me as she moaned and mewled. Her hard nipples grazed against my chest as we grinded against each other. My manhood was throbbing, aching. She straddled me, sitting on my lap, her white body glowing in the moonlight. Her pointed breasts jiggled as she humped my crotch, savoring each Newton of friction. A flush of red had spread across her chest and cheeks. Her thick thighs met at a beautiful bush of fiery pubic hair, beneath which my hard, thick shaft vanished. I grabbed her full ass and helped her rock back and forth against my hardness as she moaned louder and louder into the night sky.
The thrill of being outside, the danger of discovery, the sight of her amazing, freckled breasts, the sound of her moans, the moist caresses of her pussy against my cock, they all combined in my body. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, getting larger and larger, tsunami-sized, until I felt I was going to cum right then and there on the sand. My cock buzzed, tingling angrily, desperate for release. I bucked my hips, hoping for more sensation against Sisi’s pussy, hoping to cum with her on the beach.
“Oh my god, do you see that?!” a girl screamed.
I turned over in a panic, knocking Sisi off of me. About a hundred yards away stood two girls, one of whom was pointing an accusatory arm at us. “Shit!” I hissed.
I got onto my feet and helped Sisi upright. “Let’s go. Can we hide anywhere?” I asked, grabbing our twin piles of clothes before taking off with her.
“This way!” She took the lead, guiding me by my hand across the sand. Behind us I heard our voyeurs’ muffled yells. I hoped they hadn’t gotten a good enough look to identify us. Otherwise, this was going to be a very awkward vacation on a very small island.
“Here!” Sisi whispered, pushing me into a thick grove of trees and taking a few clothes from me. She scattered some socks and my boxers past the grove before rejoining me. “Now they’ll think we kept going. Just lie down and be quiet.” I got onto my stomach in the grass, ignoring the sharp blades of grass, and waited. Sisi got down next to me. Despite the danger, I couldn’t help but notice her plump bottom wiggling in the air as she made herself comfortable.
I held my breath, not daring to make the slightest sound. We were hidden by a row of trees in front of us and to the right, hidden by tall grasses. A small shrub almost directly in front of us hid everything from us above a few feet. So long as our followers stayed on the sand, we would be invisible, but if they came over the grove, we had nowhere to hide. I took Sisi’s hand in my own and held it tightly.
Two pairs of legs appeared in my small window of visibility. “Do you see them?” one girl asked, breathing heavily.
“No…” said the other girl. Her legs straightened and pivoted as she surveyed the area, then walked further down the beach. “Hey, come over here, they dropped some clothes.”
“Ugh, we’re not going to catch them. Let’s just give up and head back. We probably ruined their night, anyway.”
“You don’t want to see who it was? …Fine.” She joined her friend. “Well I’m holding onto these boxers. If any guys ask you about missing underwear, we’ll have our culprit.”
“I don’t care about culprits…” her friend murmured. They both walked off in the direct whence they came.
Sisi and I kept still in the grass for a minute longer, before she finally dared to stand up and look. “We’re clear,” she said, and helped me up. My heart was pounding.
“Do you want to finish this someplace indoors?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “Let’s go back to my place.” We brushed the dry sand off of our bodies and checked for ticks, then got dressed and walked back across the island.
We reached a two-story white house from the rear. The lights were on on the first floor, but the second floor was dark. It looked like my Aunt’s house, almost. It must be a popular design on the island. Then again, with only a dozen houses or so, they probably just reused the blueprints. Sisi pulled an expandable ladder out from the tool shed and set it against the wall of the house so that it led to an open window. “You head up first,” she said. “Just be quiet. I don’t want us to get interrupted…” My heart skipped a beat, and I hurried up the ladder as she held it steady. She followed soon after, and pulled the ladder up after her before collapsing it and storing it under her bed.
Her room was sparsely decorated, although I wasn’t terribly surprised, it being only her summer home. Her bed was wide, though, with blue striped sheets and matching pillows. The walls were seafoam green and the floor was hardwood. A full bookshelf and a dresser stood against one wall. Taking up most of the space on her walls were black and white posters of intricate engravings. One hanging above her bed was of a bust of a large-nosed man, bald except for a few rolls of hair, who wore a moustache and beard. “You have a nice room,” I commented, sitting down on her bed.
“Thanks, but I’d really rather not talk about that right now,” she said as she lifted her shirt up over her head. She reached behind her back and undid her black bra, letting it glide to the floor, revealing her ripe breasts. “How about you?”
My eyes were glued to her freckled chest. “We can do whatever you had in mind…”
“Good,” she growled, pouncing on me. She lifted my shirt up over my arms and threw it across the room. She kissed my stomach, my chest, my neck and shoulders; she showered my body with kisses, covering me everywhere, rubbing her soft chest against me, letting her hair brush against my skin. She held down my wrists and left a trail of kisses from my lips down to my navel. Once she reached my waist, she looked up at me with a wicked smile, and her tanzanite eyes gleamed with mischief.
She released my wrists and undid my fly, never breaking eye contact with me. She undid the button on my shorts and tugged them down to my ankles. My hard cock sprung up, and her eyes locked onto it hungrily. “Wow,” she said in her lilting Hibernian, admiring it with wide eyes. With one hand, she caressed my balls. With the other, she softly stroked my hard cock. “You have such a handsome cock… God, I’d fuck you with a heart and a half…” I squirmed in her grip, hoping she would keep that promise. She caressed it lightly, worshipping it with her hands. She rubbed it slowly against her lips and cheeks, her eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy. She lightly kissed the swollen head of my cock, then slowly licked the underside of my shaft from base to tip. “But I don’t have any condoms,” she admitted. “Do you?”
I worriedly shook my head “no.” She grimaced, but kept stroking. “Well, I can do something else for you tonight…if you want..?” I nodded vigorously. She grinned, licked her lips, and wrapped her thick, pink lips around my cock, engulfing it in a single motion. She continued to rub my balls, using her other hand to keep my cock steady as she bobbed her head up and down rapidly. Her tongue swirled and twirled around my shaft, as nimble as an acrobat, while she maneuvered my cock down her tight, welcoming, warm, wet mouth.
Her light breasts bounced upon my thighs. She gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into her mouth. I watched, entranced, as my entire shaft slowly vanished between her lips and her whole mouth just buzzed. My cock was throbbing inside her mouth. I couldn’t resist much longer; I didn’t want to. My fingernails dug into her shoulders as I moaned, “I’m close, Sisi…don’t stop…”
Her eyes looked deeply into mine as she bobbed her head faster and faster. My whole body begged for orgasm. I bucked my hips, thrusting my thick manhood into her mouth. “I’m cumming,” I warned her, but she took it as an invitation. She gripped my cock firmly between her lips while my cock spasmed inside of her. I felt my cock spurting my hot cum into her as she swallowed deeply after each shot. A thin line of ivory cum dripped from the corner of her mouth, but she greedily swallowed every drop she could.
With a hot breath, she released my cock from her mouth and tenderly stroked my wilting penis. “Mmm, you’re delicious,” she moaned.
There was a loud knock on the door. “Elizabeth,” my aunt asked, “have you seen your cousin William? He’s been gone a while.”
The world stopped.
I looked down at the beautiful, buxom maiden still resting on my thighs, my cum still on her face, my cock still in her hands.
“You’re name’s Elizabeth?” I whispered.
“Yes, why?” she asked, absent-mindedly stroking my dick.
She froze. “Yes… You’re not… Don’t tell me you’re…William? You’re my cousin?!” I nodded gravely. Her jaw dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” she hissed, her eyes flaring
“I didn’t know it was important! What kind of a nickname is Sisi for Elizabeth, anyway?”
“And Fritz is any better?! None of those letters are even in ‘William,’ you idiot!”
“Elizabeth?” my aunt, her mother, asked again from behind the door.
Glaring at me, but with the voice of an angel, she replied, “Yes, he’s in here, mum. We’ll be downstairs in just a moment. He’s…helping me unpack.”
“Glad to hear you two are already so close!” she said as we both winced simultaneously. “Well, I’ll see you soon!”
Sisi got up and paced back and forth. “What are we going to do? Oh my goodness, I can’t believe this happened! Oh my god, I sucked my cousin’s cock! And I liked it! We’re such perverts! We’ll be outcasts forever!”
I got up and held her. “It’s okay, Sisi. We just won’t tell anyone. It’ll be just between us. No one else ever has to know.”
Her panting slowed. “You’re right. You’re right. We’ll just keep it a secret and no one ever has to know…that I blew my cousin!” she screamed. “No, no, it’s okay. You’re right. We never tell a soul. Ever. Deal?”
“Deal. But, um, Sisi, you still have a little of my…” I gestured near my lips.
She brushed her hand against her mouth and looked at it. “Oh goooood!” she began anew.
“Come on, we have to get dressed and head downstairs, Sisi, or they’re going to come up here and find us like this,” I said.
She looked down at us: her still topless and me completely naked. Her gaze froze on my body momentarily before she clenched her eyes shut and turned away. Even though she was my cousin, I had to admit, she still had an amazing ass… And I had probably lost my chance to ever give it a good spanking… No, no, no! Can’t think that way anymore. She’s your cousin. Your hott, topless, amazingly-good-at-blowjobs cousin… My cock began to stir, already eager for another round with Sisi’s tongue. I hurriedly dressed, keeping my back to Sisi as she did the same.
We finished and turned back to each other. “Well?” she asked, breathing heavily, straightening her tussled red hair. “Am I presentable?” I scanned her quickly. She was still a tad mussed up, but she wouldn’t attract suspicion. And most importantly, she didn’t have any more semen on her round, angelic face.
“You look fine,” I reassured her. “Let’s head downstairs.”
We walked downstairs slowly, from the shadows into the light. Our parents were seated around the table, still talking. “There you two are!” Aunt Morgan said when she saw us, and got up to introduce us. “This is Elizabeth, our oldest.”
“Oh, she’s just lovely, Morgan. Isn’t your cousin beautiful, William?” my mother asked me.
“What?! I don’t know,” I stammered. “Why would you ask me that?”
“William, don’t be snippy. It was just a question,” she scolded me. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth. You’re a very beautiful young woman. Do you have a boyfriend yet?” she asked, as we both looked away from each other at some especially interesting corners.
“N-no,” she said.
“Well I’m sure you’ll find a handsome young man soon enough,” she predicted, before going back to speaking with my aunt and uncle. The two of us sat awkwardly next to each other the whole conversation, only speaking when spoken to, and furiously blushing whenever any comment was made about each other. I felt like I had the word “incest” branded on my forehead.
After an eternity, Stephen noticed the clock on the wall. “Midnight already? I think we’ve kept you up late enough. You all must be tired from your trip. Ada, you and Ian can take the guest room. Will, you don’t mind bunking with Elizabeth tonight, do you?”
“We only have one guest bed, sweetie, and it doesn’t sleep three. And you two are the same age. I’m sure you’ll get along great. Tomorrow we’ll set up the cot, but I’m sure you’ll survive one night in the same bed. He hasn’t got any fleas, has he, Ian?”
“No, we had him sprayed just before we left, I promise.”
“See? It’ll be fine.”
“But-” Sisi began.
“No buts! Upstairs, you two!”
There was no point in arguing. We couldn’t give away our reasoning, anyway. With a shared look of dejection, we trudged back upstairs to her room. We sat on opposite edges of her bed in silence for a while. “Let’s just sleep,” Sisi declared, “and then we never have to do this again.”
“Alright,” I agreed. Stephen had placed my suitcase in the room, and I opened it to find a new pair of boxers in which I could sleep. I found a pair of black boxers and undressed hurriedly with my back to Sisi, slipped into my boxers, and turned around.
She was completely nude, bent over the bed, pulling back the sheets, her tits hanging down from her chest. “What are you wearing?!” I asked.
She covered her chest with both arms, buoying up her breasts. “Sh-shut up! I can’t sleep wearing clothes; it’s too uncomfortable,” she protested. “Just ignore it and stay on your side of the bed!”
“Fine,” I sighed wearily. I just wanted this day to end. Sisi turned out the lights and we both got under the thin sheet, our only covering in the warm night air. Even in the small amount of available moonlight, I could easily make out the all-too-obvious outlines of her breasts under the sheets, two firm peaks drilling through the soft fabric.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore my cousin’s body, naked just inches away. She jostled under the sheet, making herself comfortable, emphasizing her beautiful curves. My cock rose to life, growing slowly as I tried to will it down. But the sharp outlines of Sisi’s pebble-hard nipples were too much. For all it concealed, the sheet might as well have been a shadow cast onto her body.
It was going to be a long night…
I awoke to a warm summer day. Sunlight streamed through the window. I felt refreshed, invigorated, rejuvenated. Today was a brand new day! All of that…stuff that happened yesterday was in the past, forever. I’d never have to think about it ever again. Ever.
I stretched my arms, sat up in bed, and froze. Never was now.
During the night, Sisi had pushed her sheets down to her navel. Now, just inches away from me, she was lying completely naked, her freckled breasts exposed, her small, pink nipples rigid. Her bright red hair surrounded her head like a flaming corona. Her arms lay at odd angles as her chest slowly rose and fell under my intense gaze. I became deeply aware of my morning wood, which was turning the whole sheet into a miniature circus tent.
I sat there, ogling her body. Her complete lack of modesty, her innocent nudity, the complete disregard of shame that came with sleep, all of it lay before me, vulnerable and exposed. I reached out a trembling hand towards her. And stopped. Through gritted teeth I hissed a frustrated sigh and got out of bed.
I silently opened the door, and with a last lingering gaze, walked out into the hallway towards the bathroom. I completed my morning ritual, but my virility was undeterred. I was going to have to handle it myself. The bathroom door had no lock, but the only bedroom on this floor was Sisi’s, so I wasn’t overly worried about my aunt or anyone else walking in on me. The shower was a glass booth, frosted below my chest and above my knee to protect the bather’s modesty. A chrome torus, studded with regular holes along its bottom, hung above the shower, attached to the ceiling by a central pipe.
I deftly stepped out of my boxers and into the shower. I twisted the handle, and was instantly welcomed by a cascade of hot water from above. I let it caress the nape of my neck, cover my body, wash away my worries and my sins. After I had relaxed sufficiently, I took the bar of soap and lathered myself up. My cock was already erect, ready for some relief. Even last night’s stunning orgasm had done nothing to diminish the frustration I now felt from spending the entire night next to a nude goddess, unable to so much as touch her. Even looking at her had felt wrong.
She was my cousin. It was wrong to be attracted to your cousin…wasn’t it? Then why was I? Could my attraction really have a morality? Was there any harm in it? If we used protection, there were no consequences, no victims. Why should anyone else care? Why did we?
I sighed. This was going to be a long weekend. I began to stroke my aching cock, savoring the tight grip of my hand, pumping back and forth as I remembered and embellished last night’s festivities.
I imagined how she would have looked on her knees in front of me, her deep blue eyes looking into mine, her pink lips wrapped around my cock as she sucked and licked with unbridled passion. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to take my manhood as deeply into her mouth as she could. Her cheeks sunk slightly as she suckled my shaft, a kitten eager for cream. Her hands caressed my balls, guiding them towards release as she coaxed my cock to orgasm. She moaned and cooed with delight at the feeling of my cock in her mouth. Her body quivered in pleasure. A blush spread across her firm, pert breasts, dewed with freckles, as she hungrily, greedily, thirsted for my hot cum.
My hand was a blur now, flying across my shaft. I was close. I could feel the end coming…
A loud knock banged on the door. “One minute,” I said, continuing to stroke myself.
The door opened anyway, though, opened by Sisi. She strode in and closed the door behind her. I instantly released myself, hoping my face betrayed nothing. “I said ‘one minute!’ What are you doing?”
She stood there, still nude, not having bothered with any clothes after waking up. I tried to maintain eye contact, but I couldn’t. Her bare breasts swayed slightly and her broad hips swayed as she shifted her weight to one side. “I…I wanted to make sure you were alright. When I woke up, you were gone. I had to make sure you hadn’t gotten lost or anything.”
My cock was sore. My scrotum ached. I had been so close… Just a few more seconds and I would have had my relief… “Well, I managed to lead an expedition to the bathroom with only a few casualties. As you can see, I’m fine. Can I finish showering now?”
“How long have you been in there?”
“I don’t know…ten minutes?”
“You’re going to use up all the hot water! I’m not waiting until dinner for the hot water to build back up. Let me in,” she declared, her hands on her hips.
I glanced down at my angry red cock. “I’m not finished. Give me a minute…”
“You’ve had enough time. If you want to keep showering, you’ll have to make room for me,” she said, wrenching the door open. “Oh wow!” She covered her mouth with both hands as she saw my hard-on. After a moment, her eyes finally made their way back up to mine. “Oh my goodness, were you…? Oh my god, you were, weren’t you?”
She got in and closed the door, studying my erection as I tried to continue my shower as nonchalantly as I could fake. “Wow, it’s huge… What were you thinking about?” she asked, leaning closer to me, putting her breasts directly in my line of sight.
“Well, um…I mean…”
She smirked. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you? What a pervert…thinking about your own cousin,” she teased. Her wet hair now clung to her chest, just barely concealing her breasts, her nipples poking through brazenly. “Do you want to finish? I can turn around…”
“No, it’s fine,” I grumbled.
“Isn’t it bad for guys to jerk off and not finish? I had an ex once who said blue balls could really hurt…do yours hurt right now? They don’t look very blue…”
“They hurt a bit, but I’m fine.”
She bit her lower lip. She looked to the door briefly, then back to me. “I really think you should cum…” she said, her eyes locked onto my bobbing, soapy manhood. “If you’re not going to do it, then I’ll do it for you…” she proclaimed.
Her hand was already wrapped around my cock, slowly playing back and forth along my shaft. Her chest was against mine, her wet breasts pressed against my bare skin. “Just shut up and let me do this for you,” she said, averting her eyes from mine. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? So it’s my responsibility. Just…just think about whatever you want… Imagine it’s someone else here, if you prefer,” she said, her strokes getting faster, longer, harder.
I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. I should stop this I should stop this I should stop this. But my arms hung weakly at my sides. I knew in my heart of hearts I wasn’t going to lift a finger to stop what was happening. She slid down onto her knees. Her hands milked my cock as she alternated her hands in long, downward strokes. She was focused entirely on my dick, watching it eagerly, greedily, as though she were eyeing a prize she expected to soon belong to her alone. “Are you alright?” she asked.
“So…Wwh are you thinking about?”
“Really? Hmph, you are a pervert…”
“What?! You jerk! You’re the one jerking me off…”
“It’s a medical procedure!” she claimed. “I’m just doing this for your health. I take no pleasure from this…”
“You litt-I-I’m gonna cum…” I tried to hold it back, but I had passed the point of no return.
Her smile lit up. She pumped faster and opened her mouth wide. I watched entranced as my cock spasmed, releasing its load onto her tongue. Jet after jet of thick, white cum shot out of me into her mouth. She giggled as she slowly squeezed the last few drops of semen out of my cock, before licking the tip clean. She moaned and swallowed.
“I thought you said you didn’t enjoy it…” I reminded her.
She blushed. “It’s a waste to let something so delicious just go down the drain… And anyway, I don’t hear you complaining. Do you feel better now?”
“Much. Maybe we should make this a regular thing? You know, my daily medical check-up?”
“You wish,” she said, licking her lips. I helped her up off of her knees and tried to ignore the fact that we were blood relatives. She began washing herself off in front of me, lathering up her breasts, suds hiding her beautiful nipples as she rubbed and caressed them. She took over the central part of the shower, pushing her thick behind against my crotch. She slowly wiggled her slick body back and forth against my satiated manhood.
A loud knock on the door brought me back to reality.
I was alone in the shower. Hot water slowly washed a small puddle of spent semen down the drain. I sighed deeply and scrubbed my hands clean. Was I really fantasizing about my cousin like this? Shit, I’m fucked up…
“Yeah?” I yelled.
“Are you finished in the shower?” asked Sisi.
I looked down at my shameful evidence before nudging it down the drain with the edge of my foot. “Yeah, I’m finished. Let me dry off and I’ll be out in a second.”
I stood in the shower, alone with my thoughts, letting water run down my body for a while as I leaned against the wall. Geez, what would Sisi think if she knew my thoughts? I just hoped that I hadn’t left behind anything in the shower that would give me away. I turned off the water, grabbed a towel off the bar and dried off before wrapping it around my waist and walking towards the door.
I opened the door. Sisi was leaning against the opposite wall, a pink towel wrapped around her torso. Two subtle curves swelled just beneath the hem of her towel. I could swear there was a hint of pink against the towel, the very top of her areolae, just barely peeking out from underneath her towel. My eyes were automatically drawn to her freckles, to her soft, exposed skin.
“Lose something down my tits?” asked Sisi playfully.
“Sorry! I was just…um…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know what you were just, Will. Are you done with the shower now?”
“Yep! It’s all yours!”
“Thanks. I really need a hot shower. My back’s killing me. I think I slept on it wrong…”
“Do you want a backrub? I’m pretty amazing at them,” I offered.
“Don’t be too modest now. But if you’re offering…sure, I’ll take one. Where do you want me?”
I nodded towards a small loveseat in the bathroom. “That’ll do.”
We made our way there and tried to position ourselves comfortably. Sisi ended up sitting between my legs, just an inch away from my crotch, with her back facing me. I grasped her shoulders and began to rub her back, kneading her sore muscles with my thumbs, pushing forcefully against her back with my palms. Each time my hands went further down her back, I pushed her towel down a fraction of an inch, bit by bit, loosening its grip on her body.
She moaned softly. “You were right,” she cooed. “You are pretty amazing…”
“Thanks. Do you want me to focus anywhere?”
“Can you go a bit lower?”
“Sure.” I slowly worked my way down her back, but suddenly a temptation came into my mind. “Hey, is it okay if I take off your towel? It’s in the way,” I rationalized.
I heard her inhale sharply. “Like, all the way off?”
“Well I just need the back free, if you want to keep the rest on.”
“Okay. I’ll do that…”
She slowly worked her towel out of its wrap, letting it fall off her back while holding the front of it up against her breasts. Her back was long, smooth, and sleek. I began to massage her lower back, letting my hands approach her firm, toned ass, letting them get as near as I dared. Underneath my own towel, my cock was rising again, forming a miniature mountain underneath the fabric, pointing towards Sisi’s rear.
I stroked her body, rubbing my broad hands up and down her form. I danced my fingertips along her spine, easing her muscles’ pain, relaxing her in my hands, as she moaned and sighed until I thought she was going to melt into a puddle. And just inches away, her breasts were there, ripe to be grapped, tempting me, calling to me, begging me to squeeze them, rub them, caress them, suck them, lick them… Should I? Dare I? What if she didn’t want me to? What if she did? What should I do?
My fingertips were on her ribs. I knew that I could be holding her breasts in my hands before she could react. I dared.
In a single, smooth motion, I brought both of my hands around her body, slipping them underneath her towel, and took her firm chest into my hands, pulling myself closer to her, pressing my hard cock against her. She gasped, but swooned against me with a contented sigh as I fondled her hard nipples between my fingertips. She let her towel fall to the floor and reached back with one hand, exploring towards my crotch. She grasped my cock, burrowing underneath my towel, wrapping her hand around my bare, hot, hard shaft, giving it an eager squeeze.
“No!” she said, bolting up from the loveseat, keeping her back to me. She was panting. Her skin was flushed. “We can’t do this, Will. Don’t…please don’t tempt me like that.”
“But don’t you want to?”
“That’s not important! I just need some time to think, alright? Can you give me that?”
I sighed. “Sure…”
“Thanks… Just close the door, will you?”
I left the room and shut the door quietly behind me. The water turned on, masking any noises I might have hoped to hear. I went back to Sisi’s room, took out a book, went downstairs and read.
About half an hour later, she darted out the door without a word to me, only pausing to tell my aunt and uncle that she was going to see some friends. I didn’t see her again for hours. I stayed at home with our families, but I couldn’t pay much attention. I just corpsed my way through conversations, sitting stiffly and silently unless I was asking something directly, while my mind raced inside.
I liked Sisi. And I could tell she liked me. She wouldn’t have hesitated like that unless she did. But it wasn’t like I could stop being her cousin. What was I going to do? What did she want to do?
I scoffed. Well she definitely didn’t want what I did, I reflected bitterly. She had already made that abundantly obvious. But…she had said that I tempted her… Was it immoral to tempt her towards something she didn’t want? Why didn’t she want it, though? Just because we were cousins? Was that really so bad? No one got hurt. We certainly weren’t planning on having any kids, so what was the consequence? Orgasms, intimacy, and affection? That didn’t sound criminal to me.
A bell tinkled as the back door opened. The door closed and footsteps approached. My parents, aunt, and uncle had gone out to another family’s house for dinner. Were they home already?
Sisi stepped into the room, wearing a thin, floral sundress. She looked glad to see me, but a bit sheepish. “Oh good, you’re here. Where’s mom and dad?”
“They went to the Hendersons’ for dinner.”
“I wanted some alone time.
A chasm of silence opened up between us. It was seconds before I replied. “But…I’m feeling more social now…”
A small smile appeared on her soft face. “Are you sure?”
I slipped a bookmark into The Adventures of Baron Munchausen and stood up. “Yeah, I’m sure. What did you want to do?”
“Well, my friends and I were going to have some dinner and hang out, and I was wondering whether you’d like to join us…”
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
She stopped me with her palm gently pressed against my chest. “Two things, though. One, just…don’t tell them we’re cousins, okay? Promise?”
“I promise. What’s the second thing?”
“So you remember…last night?” I smiled beatifically as I remembered and my pants tightened. “D-don’t remember it that much!” she warned me, catching my expression, covering her chest with both arms. “But those girls who saw us? They’re my friends: Himiko and Samantha.”
My eyes widened. “Did they mention it to you?”
“No. I think they didn’t realize. But I didn’t want you to freak out if you recognized them.”
“Thanks for the warning… It’d certainly be a bit of a shock running into them unprepared… Any other rules? Or are we all set to go now?”
She stood there for a bit, contemplative, as though she were going to say something else, but instead she just said, “Na, you’ll be fine. Come on, let’s head out!”
We locked up the house and left. The walk there was pretty silent, but it was, well, a comfortable silence. I still didn’t know where exactly we stood, but she didn’t hate me, at least, and she was inviting me to dinner. Did this count as a date? I put my worries out of my mind, and spent the walk focusing instead of Sisi’s plump, firm bottom swaying side to side, the world’s most distracting metronome.
“We’re here!” she announced finally, forcing me to quickly redirect my gaze about three feet higher to meet her eyes.
“Here?!” The place was a mansion: stone walls, columns, and arches everywhere throughout its three stories. It would have fit in better in Newport than here, I thought to myself, as Sisi and I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell.
After a brief pause, the door was opened by two girls. One was just about my height, tall, skinny, and tan: exactly the sort of girl one would expect to find on an island, with a bit of a surfer vibe to her. Her dirty blonde hair was long and wavey, reaching down to the middle of her back, and her eyes shone a vibrant green. Her most visible feature, though, was her radiant, almost manic, smile. She was wearing short denim shorts and a light, white blouse that did nothing to conceal the fact that she was braless. Not that she needed one: her petite peaks were less than a handful each, but her dark nipples threatened to poke through the fabric, and were just barely visible beneath the translucent cloth.
The other girl, whom I realized must be Himiko, was about a head shorter than me, and almost the opposite of Samantha. She was light-skinned, evidently having avoided the sun, with short, black hair and dark brown eyes the color of Belgian chocolate. Her Japanese heritage was evident in her eyes and face, but she looked like she had European ancestry in her, as well. She was dressed like a boy, with a baggy shirt and jeans.
“Oh, hey. What’s up?” she greeted us without enthusiasm. From her voice, I recognized her as the voyeur who hadn’t cared whether or not she caught us. That made Samantha the predator, then…
“Hey Himiko! Hey Samantha! This is my…friend, William,” she said with the slightest pause.
“It’s nice to meet two such lovely ladies.”
Samantha giggled. “He’s a keeper, Sisi. Is he single?”
“What? No. Well…are you single, Will?” she asked me.
“Uhh…I am…” I hesitated, wondering how to answer. “…single.” A pout flashed across Sisi’s lips, but was quickly replaced with a smile.
“Fantastic!” chirped Samantha. “No need to worry about angry girlfriends tonight, then.”
“Do you ever worry about them?” Himiko asked.
“I remember them…the next day… It’s not like they’re involved in the process, anyways.”
“You can debate morality later, girls, but right now I’m famished!” Sisi interrupted. “What’s for dinner?”
“We’ve got the grill going and we’re gonna do burgers and hot dogs. Authentic American summer barbeque. How’s that sound, Billy?” Samantha asked.
“Can I help with anything?” Sisi asked.
“No, I think we’re all set. Can you just carry the plates out to the table? We’ll eat outside,” Samantha told us.
“Come on. I’ll show you where it is,” Himiko said as she led us into the house. My jaw dropped. The inside was even more impressive than the outside.
“This is beautiful, Himiko. Your parents must be rich!” I commented.
“Huh? Yeah, I guess so. You get used to it. They’re visiting family in Osaka. I’ve got the place to myself.”
“You didn’t want to go with them?” Sisi asked.
“Why would I? All my stuff is here. Here’s the kitchen,” she said, indicating the room before us. It had a sterile feel, decorated in white tile and chrome, brilliantly lit from an overhead chandelier. On the table were a series of plates stacked with buns, sliced tomatoes, lettuce, and various other toppings for our meal. We loaded up on plates and followed Himiko outside.
The house’s back yard was completely walled in, but the stone wall was concealed by a loop of tall pines that prevented anyone from seeing into the yard. The grass lawn was large, but poorly trimmed, with a few oases of dandelions scatted about. The table and grill were both placed on a wide wooden patio extending from the house.
Samantha was already working the grill, flipping burgers and rotating hot dogs, as the breeze carried the aroma towards us. My stomach growled. I hadn’t realized it until now, but I had forgotten to eat all day. I had been too distracted by my thoughts of Sisi. I hoped there would be enough food here to make up for it.
On the opposite end of the patio was a heavy, dark gray tarp. I wondered what it hid, and I made a note to ask Himiko…after we ate. Now was no time to delay dinner.
“Order’s up!” cheered Samantha. She grabbed the plate of buns and filled them up, then brought the plate back down to the table.
We immediately began our feast. The food was fantastic, as was the company: three beautiful girls, and three succulent cheeseburgers. I was in heaven, so far as I was concerned. The girls chatted as we ate, but I mostly stayed silent, feeling like a bit of a third wheel. It was obvious that had known each other for a long time, and I would have felt like I was intruding had I interrupted their conversation.
After a while, though, as the sun began to set, the tarp caught my eye again. “Hey, Himiko, what’s under the tarp?” I asked, nodding towards it.
Samantha’s eyes and smile both lit up. “Oh, turn it on, Himiko! It’ll be perfect tonight! It’s getting a bit chilly.”
“Ooh, marvelous! Let’s!” Sisi chimed in.
“With him?” Himiko asked.
All three girls looked at me, as I did my best impression of a deer in the headlights of three separate cars.
“Oh, he’ll manage,” Sisi said. “He’s not shy.”
“Oh? And how do you know that?” Samantha teased.
“It’s not his shyness I’m worried about,” interjected Himiko. “I don’t have a suit, either.”
“Well, what’s wrong with that?” asked Samantha.
“You would think that… Fine. I’ll turn the hot tub on, but you have to go inside and wait until I say so,” she said, pointing at me. “And no peeking.”
“We’re using a hot tub?” I asked, a couple of yards behind everyone else in the conversation.
“No, we’re using a hot tub naked!” cheered Samantha, “a.k.a., the best way to use a hot tub!”
My cheeks burnt. Naked? I looked to Sisi, but her eyes were currently on my body, while a dreamy smile floated across her lips. “S-sure. That works. Just call me when everything’s ready…”
“Will do,” said Himiko.
I took as many dirty plates as I could carry inside and closed the door behind me. To the accompaniment of girlish giggles I started washing dishes, trying to keep naughty daydreams out of my head. Me, alone, naked, with three beautiful girls? I just hoped the water would hide my inevitable erection…
I wondered how they looked nude… I already knew how Sisi looked, of course, but what about the others? I loved the thrill of discovering a new lover’s body, of finding those surprises you had never expected, like those darling freckles that decorated Sisi’s tits oh-so-temptingly… Did Samantha and Himiko have any such surprises? Samantha’s top hadn’t exactly left much to the imagination, but Himiko was another story… Then again, she was probably too shy to show off, either. My cock began to harden. I looked around. I was alone…
I began to stroke myself through my shorts, rubbing my shaft against my thigh, savoring the slight relief I was able to grant myself. I wish Sisi were here to handle it herself, though. God, the things she could do with her tongue… I had never had such a mind-blowing blowjob before. I wondered whether she could train my next girlfriend in the art. I’d even offer myself as a guinea pig for her to apprentice on.
My cock ached. I stopped, afraid of going too far. I didn’t want to make a mess in Himiko’s kitchen, after all, and if I came, I’d be stuck with an obvious wet spot. Still, my erect member kept distracting me while I did the dishes, reminding me of those lithe bodies, those perky breasts, those plump bottoms and thick thighs waiting for me outside, soon to be naked and exposed before me…
“We’re ready!” called Sisi from outside, almost making me drop the plate I was washing. I took a deep breath and went outside.
Calling it a hot tub had been misleading. It must have covered a fifteen foot square: about four times the size I was used to. It was deep, too. The water covered each of the girls, although Samantha was just barely avoiding an R rating by an inch or so, while Himiko was up to her neck. To the side were three piles of clothes, topped with lacey underthings that left no room for doubt as to their current state of undress. Steam rose from the water, and the only source of light was from a small outdoor lamp. At night, hidden by the trees, it was easy to imagine we were all alone in the world.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” asked Samantha, splashing her hand in an empty spot next to her.
I lifted off my shirt and slipped off my socks before I paused. “How come you guys get to peek? Shouldn’t I get some privacy, too?”
“No way, Billy. Show us what you’re packing!” encouraged Samantha.
“I just want it noted that I protest at the unfairness of this, and I expect to be compensated properly later.” I was regretting stroking myself in the kitchen now. My cock was still hard, and with three naked bodies in front of me, just barely concealed by the clear water, that wasn’t going to change anytime soon.
I undid the button on my shorts and zipped down my fly. All three girls were gazing in expectation at the upcoming show. In one quick motion, I pulled both them and my boxers to the floor and stood up.
“Wow,” said Himiko.
Sisi’s cheeks reddened as she stared, her gaze lingering on my hard cock. I slipped into the water bashfully. The hot water felt amazing, though. And I had more than enough room to stretch out and relax.
“Impressive,” Samantha said with a whistle. “You’ve got good taste, Sisi.”
“What? No I don’t. We’re not…you know…”
“Mhm, I saw the way you were looking at him all dinner…”
“Samantha!” Sisi smacked Samantha on the arm.
Samantha scooched closer to me. Her blonde hair clung to her tan skin. Her chest was completely free of tan lines, and her breasts were the same shade of honey as the rest of her athletic body. I imagined her sunbathing nude on the island, exposed to the sun and to any passers-by. What a delightful sight that would be…
“Have you noticed yet, Billy? I can tell: she’s got a crush. Have you kissed her yet?”
“I knew it! You two are so bad at hiding your feelings. Of course, you’re at a disadvantage, Billy, stuck with your seven inch lie detector and all,” she smirked, giving me a quick squeeze under the water, invisible to the other girls. “How far have you two gone?”
“A lady never kisses and tells,” Sisi huffed.
“You mean you don’t recognize them, Samantha?” Himiko asked
“They’re the couple we saw on the beach.”
“What?! No way! Really?!”
“There’s three redheads on the island, and it wasn’t her mom and dad. I thought you knew.”
Samantha looked from one of us to the other, both of us now blushing furiously. “You’re right, Himmy! Man, you two looked like you were having fun… On the beach, at night, out in public, mmm… I jilled off as soon as I got home.”
“Awesome. Glad we’re sharing…” Himiko commented.
“I didn’t know you were so kinky, Sisi. What a minx. How was it? Is his technique as good as his equipment?”
“You’re embarrassing me…” Sisi, already pink from the heat, was now turning red. I wondered whether she were shy, or whether she were embarrassed of having done it with me…
“Oh come on, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Fuck shame!” she cheered, standing up out of the water. All three of us stared at the goddess before us. Steam drifted off her body, while hot rivulets ran down her flesh. Her bronze skin was flawless, without a single tan line. Her pussy was shaved into a neat rectangle of neatly-trimmed, black hair. With her hands on her hips, she continued: “Why should I let other people decide how I feel?
“Shame is letting other people control your emotions. I’m proud of my body. Why is it anyone else’s business if I want to be bare ass naked? I’m not going to feel ashamed of myself just so that some other people get to continue living in their little bubble where they pretend cocks and pussies don’t exist.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed of your little beach romp, Sisi. Be proud of it! Who cares what anyone else thinks? And Himmy! You shouldn’t be shy just because there’s a boy here. Whip ’em out! What do you care what he thinks?”
“That’s not going to work, Samantha,” Himiko said, keeping her chest resolutely submerged. Bubbling jets disrupted the water too much for me to see anything clearly, unfortunately, but from what I could tell, Himiko was far better endowed than I would have guessed. I wished she had taken Samantha’s cue…I was deeply curious…
“Worth a shot. How about you, Sisi?”
“I think you’re right… I mean, it’s silly to let other people decide what you do, isn’t it? If you want to be with someone, why not? What do you think, William?” she asked, her large, blue eyes full of light.
“I agree completely.”
She smiled. We exchanged a knowing glance.
“Alright, alright, you love birds. No one’s going to stop you from bonking on the beach.”
“You did, last night,” Himiko reminded her.
Samantha sat back down into the water with a laugh. “Well, of course, that was an accident. I didn’t want them to stop. I was happy just watching…”
Himiko shook her head. “One-track mind…”
“Don’t act like you never think about it. I’ve slept over in your guest room, remember, and you, my friend, are a screamer.”
She blushed. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“And did you know she’s got epic tits, Billy? You should see ’em! She hides them well, but they’re bigger than grapefruits. That’s why she’s so modest around you.”
“I do not!”
“Stand up and prove me wrong, then, Himmy.”
“…I don’t want to.”
“See?” smirked Samantha. “Fine, be that way. I gotta piss. Mind if I go starkers in the house?”
“Not at all,” she said, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
“Thanks.” Samanatha got out of the water and walked around its edge slowly until she got behind Himiko. Then, with a wicked glint in her eye, she suddenly slid her arms beneath each of Himiko’s shoulders and lifted her up out of the water.
“Hey!” she shrieked. “Let me go, you Amazon!”
As they struggled, it became obvious that Samantha hadn’t exaggerated. Himiko’s breasts were the size of cantaloupes. Round, firm, and proud, they seemed to defy gravity as they bounced and jiggled. My eyes were locked onto her enormous orbs. Her dark brown nipples were hardening in the chilly evening air, a stunning contrast against her pale chest. “Wow,” I whispered.
Samanatha let her go. “See?” she said triumphantly. “Epic.”
“You jerk!” Himiko shouted, punching her in the shin. Her cheeks were a deep crimson now, and she hid her chest with both arms.
“Sorry, Himmy, but I knew Billy wanted to see.”
“He keeps staring at Sisi’s. Show him hers.”
“Oh, I’ve already seen them,” I blurted out thoughtlessly, prompting a round of giggles and guffaws from the girls.
And with that, another salvo of teasings began that lasted well into the night. It wasn’t until much later that the four of us said goodnight and parted ways. Sisi and I walked back to her place together.
Underneath the stars, her hand found mine. “Trying to tell me something?” I asked.
“Maybe… I think Samantha was right. What’s the point in worrying what other people think? I should just care about what I think.”
“And what do you think?”
She pushed me down onto the sand. She straddled my waist and pushed her arms against the ground as she leaned in and kissed me forcefully, her pert breasts pushing against my chest. “I think,” she said between kisses, “that I want to fuck you, here and now.”
I kissed back. I didn’t need to answer her. My hard cock straining against her pussy made my intentions obvious enough, as I grinded it against her. A primal moan escaped her throat. I tore her shirt off of her, scattering small, blue buttons across the sand. I kissed her stomach and chest, making my way up to her bra. I undid its clasp and tossed it aside, revealing her perfect fruit, those beautiful, freckled breasts that had tempted me ever since I first saw them. Their hard tips grazed against my chest as I rose up and kissed her, licked her, sucked and bit and nipped at her neck and earlobes.
“I’m wet,” she cooed.
“Good,” I growled. I lifted my own shirt up over my arms and pushed her down, mounting her in the missionary position, rubbing my hardness against her, caressing her breasts, gently pinching her hardened nipples.
She reached down and cupped my crotch, gently squeezing it. She wrapped her hand around its outline and began to stroke me through my clothes as we kissed. I kneeled, and slid her shorts off of her. A dark, wet spot stained the front of her thong. I leaned in closely, and kissed her crotch, removed her underwear, and kept kissing. Her thighs wrapped around my back while I lapped at her moist crotch. I stared into her eyes. She looked back at me with a look of ecstatic delight as my tongue explored her tart pussy, sliding between her labia, penetrating her as deeply as I could, caressing her clit. She was ready for me.
I stood up and undid my shorts, letting them and my boxers fall to the ground, and kicked them aside. My cock sprung up, finally freed, and gently bobbed in the warm summer air. Sisi’s eyes were locked onto it, and she licked her lips hungrily. She reached into the pocket of her discarded shorts and with a wicked smile pulled out a small blue rectangle. She opened it, and pulled out a condom.
She formed her lips into a wide “O,” put the condom between her lips, and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked my shaft, flittering the tip of her tongue against the sensitive underside of my cock. She caressed my balls, gently rubbing and tugging them while she enthusiastically fluffed my cock. When she pulled back, the condom fit snugly on my shaft. We shared a smile as I lay down on top of her.
She took my cock in her hand and guided it into her. She was tight, and she gasped as I slowly slid myself deeper. Her pussy gripped my manhood. She wrapped her arms around my back as I thrust my cock into her, moaning loudly, screaming into the night. She wrapped her legs around me. Her rigid nipples poked against my chest each time I came against her. I worried that someone would walk down this road, would see us, but I couldn’t stop myself from continuing.
Her nails clawed my back as she groaned my name. I was certain her screams would be heard from one end of the island to the other. I hoped they would be. I got a thrill out of knowing that we were providing graphic entertainment to all these old, stodgy New English patricians.
Sisi began gasping: short, sharp pangs of pleasure. Her grip tightened. She pulled my manhood more deeply into her warm, wet pussy. Her hips bucked. I plunged deeper and deeper into her as she moaned louder and louder. I felt myself getting close as well. My cock was begging for release. The sight of Sisi on the sand, flushed red, sweat dewing on her pale, naked body, was irresistible. I wanted to finish inside her. I wished that she could have felt my hot cum spill inside her. But there was always next time…
“William! Keep on, William! I’m cumming,” she moaned, and I gladly obeyed. I thrust harder, deeper, while I sucked her neck hard, leaving a series of hickies behind as my mark, my proof that I had fucked her and taken her and made her mine. She screamed as her whole body quivered in my arms. She pulled her chest against mine. Her pussy clenched, a tight grip, as though it feared I might otherwise escape.
My cock tingled, that unmistakable touch of pleasure that meant I was about to orgasm. My cock spasmed. I groaned as cum gushed out of me, as I thrust my manhood into Sisi’s tight pussy, as I exhaustedly spent my strength and my semen inside her.
And finally, we were still. We panted together, our hearts beating as one.
“That was wonderful…” she sighed.
“I know…but…what are we going to do now?” I asked.
She looked into my eyes and smiled. “Whatever we want.”