Chapter 3409: ROUGH SEAS
Boats have never been my thing. The old saying is the best day of owning a boat, is the day that you sell it, comes to mind. Having said that, if invited, I'm not opposed to spending time on a yacht or sailing vessel, but if given the choice, I always prefer solid ground.
I have friends that swear by the feeling of saltwater splashing up off the rolling seas as they cut through the azure blue waters. They claim that the sun and fresh air add years to their lives or at least makes them feel younger. And if that's the case, who am I to dispute it?
One such friend, has a passion for sailing that is so strong he is continually on a mission to upgrade the quality or size of his boat. Swearing to his wife that his latest purchase would be his last, he bought a 60' Oceanis something or other. In his words it was the Roll Royce of sailing boats with a little over 2000 square feet of living space etc, etc, etc.
Morris Grand or Moe to his friends, has always been a fast talker and that's where his money comes from. Moe has a chain of car dealerships that line the Eastern seaboard. He and I married the Evans sisters right out of high school and we both have 18-year old daughters. The only differences between us is, the size of our bank accounts and the fact that Moe and Charly are still happily married.
My marriage ended in a most devastating way. My wife Tessa and I were both 34-years old. We both worked hard and had a good life. Our daughter Hanna had just turned 12 and Tessa thought a vacation might be a great way to celebrate.
While we were on our trip overseas, Tessa fell sick and never recovered. The out of country costs of hospitalization and health care ate up every last cent of any savings that we had, but the worst part was, Hanna and I lost our mother and wife.
Moe, Charly and their daughter Taylor became inseparable from us. We did everything together. Charly always referred to Moe and me as "my men". Moe and I watched our daughters grow into beautiful young women and when they turned 18, we threatened to buy guns to keep away the young men that called on them.
Our close relationship with them was and is the thing that helps Hanna and I get by.
"Chase & Walden, Wade Davis speaking."
"Damn buddy, you sound so professional. I love calling you and getting your sexy business voice. You should do radio or television voice overs." My brother-in-law loved to give me the gears every chance that he got.
"Well it's your lucky day. I'm in full business mode for the next five hours. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Okay. So. Before you say no, hear me out." I smiled to myself because Moe always had some "Grand" scheme going on.
"Go ahead."
"So. You're turning forty and I think that we should have a little party." I was up for that. The only problem was my sister-in-law kept trying to set me up with all of her eligible friends. She said that I had mourned her sister for long enough. "Keeping her memory alive is fine, but she would have wanted you to live your life" were her words.
"I'm in. A round of golf and a couple of beers?"
"Not quite. Charly's heading to Paris with her friends for some fashion show bullshit, so I was thinking it would be a great time to fly down to the island and, well, you know, pick-up my boat."
The boat that Moe bought was docked in Bridgetown Barbados. His plan was to load up some Mount Gay Rum, sail over to Grenada, up to St Lucia and Martinique, then up through the islands until he came to Coral Bay, in the US Virgin Islands.
Charly and Moe have had a place in U.S.V.I. for as long as I can remember. It was their home away from home and they liked to spend every free minute there. According to Moe it was a great base to sail and do some island hopping. Unfortunately, I worked in the banking industry and didn't have as much time to get away as he did.
"You know that I don't have the time for that."
"Look Wade, you're your own fucking boss. Make the call. It will be good for...well us, I guess. Look we'll take Hanna and Tay with us. We get to spend time with the girls, enjoy the fresh outdoors and take a little sailing trip."
"Exactly how long is this "little sailing trip" going to take?"
"We'll be docked in Coral Bay less than two weeks after we set sail." I was hesitant to agree, and Moe knew what I was thinking.
"Come on Wade, I never ask you for a thing."
"Oh, bullshit. You ask me for everything. Hell, it's like the two of us are married"
"Maybe if you were a bit cuter and you would shave the fuckin scruff off your face, I'd consider it."
"It wasn't a proposal pal." Moe had a laugh and then I surprised the shit out of him by telling him that I'd talk to Hanna and give him an answer by morning.
My daughter Hanna takes after my side of the family. She has dark features. Dark hair, dark eyes and her skin tans easily. In my roughest estimation, I would guess that she weighs around a hundred and five, maybe ten pounds. Her body is toned from all of the activities that she likes to do. And not that I'm supposed to notice, but her perky breasts and butt are so firm that they barely bounce when we are out on our daily jogs.
Halfway through the 3-mile jog, I passed the trip information on to Hanna. She stopped dead in her tracks, bent over at the waist, placed her hands on her knees for support and looked up at me puffing.
"Wait. What? Uncle Moe invited us to go on a trip to like ten different islands and you had to think about it? Dad, what's wrong with you?" Hanna smiled at me and shook her head as if to say that I was crazy.
"I have a pretty long list of things that are wrong with me if you're truly interested. If you'd like to go with them, let me know so that I can tell Moe and Tay." Without giving Hanna a chance to answer I sprinted away. Out of the blocks I was faster than her, but she was 22-years younger and had way more stamina. She caught up to me a half mile later and punched my arm mid stride.
"You cheat old man."
"Oh yes I do. It's the only way that I can beat you baby girl."
Moe was happy with the news that we would be going. He gave me a very specific list of things to bring and things to learn.
"It's not the first time that I've been on one of your boats, asshole."
"This one's special buddy. The sticker price may have been slightly higher than I told Charly. It's a thing of beauty. I just want to take every precaution."
"You're a crafty prick. I'll pick up some new Sperry's for Hanna and me. Also, I do know my "Aft" from a hole in the ground, so why don't you kiss my "Jibe" and suck my "Rudder"."
"Real funny smart boy. Careful I don't knock your ass overboard."
"The thought of you doing exactly that has crossed my mind many times." I simple "Fuck you" and the sound of a beep ended our conversation.
We all met at the airport. Taylor and Hanna sat next to each other on the commercial flight to Miami. From there we took a 6 person Learjet 75 to Barbados. The transfer to the harbor was quiet as everyone was looking out the window to bask in the beauty of the island.
The first thing that I remember hearing clearly was Taylor when she saw the new family boat for the first time was, "Holy fuck dad. Mom's gonna kill you."
She wasn't wrong.
The 60' sloop was pearl white with teak wood accents adorning it on the upper level, while the lower portion and hull were a deep, dark blue, with "In Grand Fashion" painted on the stern in big gold letters, The shine and pristine condition told me that if this boat wasn't brand new, it was pretty damn close to being so.
"Shit Moe, are you sure that you can handle this baby with just me and the girls as your crew?" I said in a joking manner, but the more I thought about it, the more I questioned our safety.
"That's the beauty of something like this. It sails itself. Let's go. Nobody's going to pipe us aboard. Girls, you two can share the master and Uncle Wade and I will take the two smaller rooms in the back. Let's have some fun tonight, cuz baby, we set sail bright and early tomorrow." And fun was exactly what the doctor ordered.
Moe and the girls had an impromptu birthday party for me. Lots of rum. Some steaks and a small birthday cake. We danced and laughed the night away.
The diesel engine fired effortlessly and launched us toward open waters. With 7 knots of wind at our backs, even towing the small 14 foot port launch, we were making great time. The first stop on our rum purchasing tour would be Grenada.
Only 4 hours into the trip and this whole sea life thing was growing on me. The occasional spray of saltwater made me feel alive.
Moe was at the wheel of his new ship and our daughters sunbathed to their hearts delight. They were soul sisters. Having grown up with each other, they were friends just as much as they were cousins. Exactly alike and completely different. Hanna as I said before has dark features, is slim and athletic, compared to Taylor's blonde, pale, voluptuous body. They were beautiful girls that would have their choice of guys when they attended college in the fall.
Later in the day we found a slip to dock the boat and loaded up 2 cases of Westerhall 10X0 rum, and a couple of cases of something special from Venezuela, to go along with the Mount Gay. Moe would have one hell of a collection when we finished this trip.
Two hours into our second day Moe received a message from an old sailing friend of his that was in the area. Apparently, he was envious of Moe's new purchase and wanted to check it out. Moe, being the proud papa, he gave his pal some co-ordinance numbers for a small island somewhere off the coast of St Vincent.
Dropping anchor in the designated spot, we waited. It didn't take long for two 18-year old girls to get bored. Moe suggested taking the small launch over to one of the uninhabited islands nearby. It wasn't a bad idea, so we loaded up some lunch, the snorkel gear and spear gun in case we saw some supper.
"You ladies should bring a hat. The sunny is beating down pretty good."
"Oh daddy. You're such an old lady. We're only gonna be gone a few hours and unlike you, we have lots of hair to protect our heads."
"Yeah, yeah. Very funny. I cut my hair short on purpose, because I like wearing hats."
"Bullshit Wade. You'll be bald by the time you're fifty."
"Don't make me swear at you in front of the kids, Moe." The girls laughed and Taylor said, "It's true what mom says. Every day you and dad are more and more like an old married couple."
"Well I'd hope that I could do better than your father if I ever picked to go that way."
Moe jumped in with a, "you wish buddy" and pushed us off.
The small island was rocky on the side facing Moe's boat. It didn't look like much from this side, but the other side was full of palm trees and sandy beach. With greenery and the clear blue water, it looked like one of those tiny islands in a tropical paradise.
Landing our small launch on the beach was perfect. The gentle waves pushed the boat up onto the deserted beach on the backside of the island.
The girls swam and snorkeled around the rocky reef that protected the beach. They raved about the amount of sea life that was near shore. In fact, in less than 90 minutes, we had about 20 lobsters in our mesh bag.
Up on the sandy shore the girls started picking at the food that we had brought while I checked in with Moe.
The alarming message on my phone almost caused me to drop it in the sand. "Stay where you are. Don't come back until you hear from me." It was sent just over 45 minutes after we had left him alone. 2 minutes after his first message came another. It was a simple one-word explanation to what was happening. "Pirates".
I knew Moe wasn't joking around. He wasn't the type of guy to kid or joke about the safety of his only daughter.
My problem was that I was torn. Should I go and try to help my friend or stay and try to protect our children. The answer was simple.
After 30 minutes of pacing the beach and keeping my eyes peeled for anything or anyone approaching, the girls noticed.
"Uncle Wade, what's up?"
"Nothing baby, just looking around."
"Yeah right. You haven't been the same since you checked your phone." Evidently, my poker face sucked, and I couldn't bluff my way out of this situation.
I showed the girls the message that I had received and immediately regretted it. Both broke out into tears and sobbed into one another's arms.
"It's okay. Moe's gonna be fine. We'll wait until we hear from him, then we'll go back to the boat." I hoped that what I was saying was true, because hope was all that I had.
We had moved to the shade and let three hours pass before I made up my mind to move. "Come on. We'll go slow and stay as quiet as possible. We'll sneak around the corner of that rock cliff and see what's up."
It was a good plan, but it didn't work. We crept along at a slow putter of a speed. Stayed low and when we got the corner of rocks it was gone. "In Grand Fashion" was nowhere to be seen. The spot in the sea where it had been anchored was calm and flat.
Taylor screamed out load. This was bad, really fucking bad. We revved up the engine and accelerated toward the spot. There was nothing. The horizon was a blank canvas. No trace of a wake or a sail to be seen for miles.
For the sake of searching, we cruised around the island twice. We looked in every possible inlet to see if Moe may have jumped or was perhaps thrown overboard. But to no avail. It was a small island, so it didn't take that long to search.
We headed back to where we had landing earlier in the day. The sobbing girls emptied the boat of all the things that could be of use, and I dragged it up out of the water. With only 4 or 5 hours left of sunlight we had to make a survival game plan and make it fast.
The girls gathered firewood by the arms full. Anything that would burn, worked. I took the canopy off the dingy for some shelter, formed a "V" that made a trough with the bailing bucket from the boat at the bottom of it, just in case of a nightly rain.
Unfortunately, neither of the girl had their phones with them and mine was less than 25% charged so we would have to make very good use of the time that we had.
Our search of the island found a couple of things that would be useful. Off the shoreline, a little deeper in the vegetation we found a few pineapples growing, a tree full of avocados, another tree that had a sort of red pear growing on it and some sugarcane. Overall, we got fairly lucky. Eating those things, along with some raw fish if needed, we could stay hydrated enough to survive, even if it didn't rain.
We made the fire on the beach, near the water so that it might draw the attention of any passing ships or boaters it was one of our few hopes. I didn't dare to text Moe for his safety and ours. I had to force the girls to eat some of the lobster that we had caught earlier in the day. There was no hot garlic butter and rolls to go with it, but we made do. The first problem with our arrangement came shortly after dinner. Their whispers told me something was up, and I was correct.
"Dad. We gotta poop." My life did a total rewind and I honest hadn't heard those words come out of Hanna's mouth since she was eight years old.
So, with my t-shirt torn up into what had become reusable strips of toilet paper, the girls headed to the rocky part of the beach.
The tropical night air can be chilling to say the least. The wind comes up off the water and chills you to the bone. With two shivering girls at my side, I no option but to make a second fire closer to our makeshift tent.
As soon as the sun peeked it's face over the blue horizon of the Atlantic so that it could get a look at the Caribbean Sea, we were up.
It had been a long 16 hours since our last correspondence with Moe. The girls and I agreed that the first person that we should call would be Charly. The only bad part of that plan was that she was on the other side of the ocean in France. The three calls went directly to voice mail. Taylor sobbed into the phone trying to leave her mother as detailed message as possible.
Valuable data and power was used up trying to contact the Coast Guard in the area, and when we finally reached someone that spoke English, the phone died before we could give them all the details.
The last hope might be the boat that sat in front of us. From the highest vantage point of our tiny island, I could see what I assumed was St Lucia. It was a hazy speck on the water, and it appeared to be many miles away. My main concerns were the gray skies out over the ocean and running out of gas halfway across the divide and being set adrift, floating aimlessly in choppy water.
"It's not worth it baby. Someone will come for us soon. I promise."
"Daddy, please. We have to do something."
"There's not much that can do at this point. We need to stay put and stay safe." They didn't what to hear no for an answer, but I knew that it was for the best. "Why don't you and Tay go exploring. Do some swimming and try to take your minds off this. I'll gather some more wood and try to figure something out for tonight."
With piles of wood on the beach, we were set for a while. My next task was a better shelter. Hacking down whatever trees and leaves that I could, I built a lean to styled tent. Pushing sand up over the edges of the palm leaves, would help them stay in place and would also barricade some of the wind. Over the top, I tied the boat canopy for a bit more protection in case of rain and by night fall, I was very happy that I had.
The rain came down in buckets. Straight down, with no wind. It seemed like that storm had picked our little island and decided that it would drown us just for fun.
Surprisingly we stayed fairly dry, with only a few drips and drops of water finding their way to our skin. But the water did put out our fire and dampen any chance of warmth for the night.
"Uncle Wade, I'm freezing. Can you cuddle me?" The thought of any warmth made us all aware that cuddling might be the answer we were looking for.
"No problem. Tomorrow we'll get the fire going again and dry off." That turned out to be a lie.
The next day, the rain had let up, somewhat. Not enough to dry off and not enough to start a fire, but enough to be able to see more than 100 yards away. When the rain finally did come to an end, it was dark and still too wet to even consider a fire, and that was a shame.
Less than 5 miles off the shore we could see a cruise ship with all of its lights shining off the water. The white glow of the bulbs reflected off the black sea giving it a mirror image in the water. Both girls cried openly when they saw the ship.
Day four was a little better all around. We had some pineapple for breakfast, some of the red pears for lunch and guess what, yeah, fish for supper. During the day the girls took to the water. They took turns using the fine silky sand to exfoliate each-others, backs and shoulders, then they did their hands and feet. If we ever did get rescued, they would have the smoothest skin on the planet. It wasn't until Taylor turned toward our camp that I noticed she was topless.
No. No, she was nude. When she got up on her knees to change positions, I could see every inch of her naked skin. I wanted to yell out to put her suit back on, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her pale skin was showing signs of redness, but only because our supply of sunscreen was dwindling down to a few drops left in the tube.
Without moving, I stared. I watched my 18-year old niece move about in the water. Her soft breasts swayed about as she moved. Her round white ass jiggled along to a beat that only her body could hear and when she turned her back to Hanna, I got a perfect view of her vagina.
Taylor had meaty lips that hung low away from her vagina and her hair was trimmed and groomed into a short, neat mat just above her crotch. I couldn't look away. I could feel my cock throbbing in my swim shorts. I wondered how soft Taylor's tits felt. How wet and juicy her pussy got when she was having sex. I couldn't help but wonder how Hanna felt about her cousin being naked. Would she be bothered by it? Would she mention it to me later? All of these thoughts, perverted and normal, raced around in my head. The only thing that snapped me out of my trance was the sound of screams and laughter.
Looking at the whole picture, Hanna had jumped up onto Taylors back, her legs held by Tay's arms like they were stirrups and was riding her horsey back style. It would have been all in good fun, accept Hanna was as buck ass naked as her cousin. When Taylor spun around, she gave the first view of my daughter's asshole and pussy.
After a few seconds both girls fell backward into the water. Hanna came up to the surface smoothing her long dark hair away from her face with both hands. It was the first time that I had seen her naked since she became an adult and wow had she changed.
Hanna was stunning. Her perky tits hardly moved from her body when she bounced, and her firm ass looked as hard as a rock.
They had to know that I could see them. Didn't they? I fished my cock out of my shorts and like some old rummy pervert, I gave it a few good tugs.
"Dad, come and join us." No way. I almost snapped my dick in half, cramming it back into my pants.
"Yeah Uncle Wade. Don't be an old man. Come on in the water's great."
"Be in in a minute." There was no possible way for me to get down to the water without my erection being noticed. It would be impossible.
"Now daddy." She wasn't going to be put off for very long.
"Can I ask why you young ladies are naked?" I said as I walked slowly from the shade, down the beach to the water.
Taylor answered for both. "We're tired of sleeping in wet stuff all night, and there's no one around for miles, so it isn't hurting anything."
"I'm around." I was heading down toward the beach when I said it.
"Yeah, but you don't count daddy." My boner had to have been plainly visible, because Taylor was looking right at my crotch when she said, "Maybe he does count."
I was about to enter the surf when Hanna put a hand on her hip and one in the air like a crosswalk guard. "Sorry buddy, but this is a clothes free zone."
"I'm your father. You don't want to see me nude."
"You're right, but I wanted you to stay healthy and sleeping in wet trunks all night isn't good for you." It was shitty logic, but I played along.
"Changing your courses from art to medicine?"
"No dad, but it's true." I walked over to the beached boat and dropped my shorts and hung them in the sun to dry.
"Hard much there, Uncle Wade?"
"Sorry girls, but guys can't hide their excitement as easily as women can."
Glances at my cock continued for most of the day and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't reciprocate their stares. At one point I was sure that Taylor had her hand buried in her crotch but who was I to question her actions.
Sitting around the fire on a mat made from huge banana tree and palm leaves, so that we didn't get sand in our asses, we cooked the catch of the day, Grouper. It was the happiest we had been since we became stranded.
By day eight nudity was a way of life for us. Only today things changed when the girls touched me with their naked bodies. Fairly casual at first, Hanna hugged me good morning and told me that she loved me. My erection was immediate. Taylor didn't hesitate when Hanna moved away. She came in directly behind her and gave me the same full-frontal hug. I could feel my cock mashed up in between our bodies.
Hanna had moved away after her hug, but Taylor lingered. She pressed her tits into me so hard that her nipples threatened to pierce my skin. I could feel the heat of her vagina as my nuts were caressed by the soft pubic hair that adorned it. After not having been with a woman for six years, I was tempted to lift her up and sink my meat into her hot young twat.
Common sense prevailed, but my cock remained hard for the next hour. Both girls chuckled every time they looked at it.
I spent the rest of the day as far away as possible. Gathering wood, picking fruit and fishing. By nightfall I had enough restraint to keep my eyes off the girls and focus on cooking the lobster.
Unfortunately, the happy times were over for the evening and the sounds of tears filled my ears after I had replenished the wood on the beach fire.
"What's the matter kiddo?"
"Do you think my dad is okay?"
"Honestly, I do. Pirates don't kill people like they do in the movies. They rob them. Your father is way more valuable to them alive than he is dead. They're probably going to take him to the Cayman Islands and try to clean out his bank account. But your dad's way too smart for that, so they'll get caught, and when they are, he'll be back for us."
Her sobs wouldn't stop. Her body shook as the tears flowed freely. In an innocent gesture, I moved next to her and pulled her into my chest to comfort her. Her head and shoulder were against my chest. Nothing sexual about it. Just a lovely uncle comforting his niece, nothing more. Unless you add her small hand wrapping itself around my cock into the equation.
Jumping was a natural reaction. I looked over at Hanna and she could see what was happening and it had zero effect on her. She was more concerned with how her cousin was handling the news of how I thought her father would fair during this ordeal.
"Taylor. Stop. You can't. We can't. It's not right."
"Please Uncle Wade. Please. I don't want to die a virgin." Her tears appeared almost iridescent in the moonlight as they flowed down her cheeks.
"Baby, you're not going to die out here. You'll have lots of lovers. As many as you choose to have. I promise. Save your first time for someone that you love."
"You promised that someone would find us in a couple of days, and it's been over a week. Please Uncle Wade. I know that you love me, and you know that I love you."
"I can't Tay. You know that I'd do anything for you, but I can't do that."
"Do it dad. No one would ever know. Who would we tell?" With Hanna on her side, Taylor tightened her grip on my cock and stroked it clumsily.
"Hanna, you know that I ca...", my words were cut off by Taylor bending down and putting my cock into her mouth. If this was truly my niece's first sexual experience, I wished that I had a bar of soap.
"Taylor, stop. Please." My cock was like a rock from the sucking action and clenched lips of my beautiful niece.
"Daddy, just relax and enjoy it." I looked at her with what must have been some sort of alarm or shock on my face.
"Relax? Are you fucking kidding? My niece has my cock in her mouth, in front of my daughter. Kinda hard to relax, if you know what I mean." Hanna leaned back on the leaves. She was laying almost on her side, propped up only by her arm and elbow.
"You have to relax daddy. Get it all out of your system tonight, because if no one finds us soon, it will be my turn one-day." My face must have looked like I was being chased by Freddy Kruger.
"What?"
"Taylor and I talked about it, and she wants you to be her first. So, make it special for her tonight." What, she couldn't possibly be serious about that.
I pulled Taylor's face up and off of my cock so that I could look at her. "Are you sure about this Tay?" She nodded her head and tried to lower it back down to my shaft, but my manly instincts took over. If she was a virgin, I wanted her first time to be special. Considering where we were, this would have to do.
Our mouths met in what was not a family friendly kiss. I had kissed my niece hundreds of times at the very least, but never with my tongue touching hers. Thanksgiving, Christmas and birthdays would never be the same.
Taylor moaned out loud as I cupped her soft tit into my hand. Those moans got even louder as I moved my mouth down to suckle at her hard nipples. Every tiny bump on her areolas were hard and alive under my touch. The time since I had been with a woman was driving me crazy. I pushed my niece's tits together like a horny teenager and basically motorboated her nipples. Taylor groaned out loud again, but it wasn't my best move.
Her pussy was alive and fragrant. The natural wetness accompanied by the saltwater made it a special treat. Taylor jumped and squeezed her legs together when my tongue touched her lips for the first time.
I focused all of my attention to massaging her clit with my tongue and mouth, but nervous anticipation wouldn't allow her to succumb to her instincts. Her juices flowed freely, and she moaned loudly in appreciation, but she just wouldn't go around the corner.
Hanna had her eyes glued to her father and cousin as they provided her with a live sex show. Every so often, Hanna would tweak her nipple or let her hand slip between her legs, but it was only for a second.
Taylor's eagerness finally got the better of her. "Uncle Wade, can you put it in now?"
I was too far gone to even care about the real world or the social stigma of fucking my own niece. We were stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere, so why not.
"Absolutely baby. Have you given any thought to how you want your first time to be?" Taylor turned her head slightly and closed her eyes, almost as if she was too embarrassed to ask. I guess that she was just acting her age, but I had only seconds before removed my lips from her vagina, so now wasn't the best time to be coy.
"Do you want to get on top so that you can control how much goes in?" Cowgirl seemed like the best compromise for both of us.
"Can we try doggy? It looks so cool in the movies." I couldn't help but wonder what kind of movies those were, but I was in no position to ask.
"Sure. You let me know when you're ready." My 18-year old niece moved quickly to her hands and knees on the bed of leaves, where she was about to lose her virginity.
Six years had passed since my penis was this close to anything other than my hand. I wasn't afraid of forgetting. I was afraid of it ending too soon.
Taylor's lower lips were coated with strands of slime created by her wetness. She was more than willing and ready, but for my own sake, I asked again. "Tay, are you sure? Are you sure this is what you want?"
Over her shoulder, she looked back at me, nodded her head and said "please".
The view of my cockhead parting her juicy lips was enough to make me groan out load. Two inches in and still no barrier. I held Taylor by her hips and continued easing myself in. It was evident that Taylor had lost her hymen earlier in her life. With no fleshy wall to stop my intrusion, I pushed deeper.
"Oh my god Uncle Wade. It's so...oh my god. Hanna, oh shit. Stop. Stop for a second." I was almost sunk fully in, but I rested in position to give Taylor some time to adjust. Hanna sat quietly with her eyes wide open, staring at the connect of my cock to her cousin's pussy.
What seemed like minutes passed before I could feel her start to move. She looked back and nodded for me to continue.
Taylor's was the first brand new pussy that I'd had the pleasure of being in since my high school days. Sally Roy had allowed me the treat in the basement of her parent's house many moons ago. Tonight, with Taylor was already ten times longer than I lasted in Sally.
I started with careful thrusts. Easing out and then back in. Taylor stayed as still as possible, almost as though she was frightened to move.
There was no need for Taylor to clench any of her muscles as she was tighter than anything that I could remember. Her velvety grip coupled with the prickly short hairs of her pussy kept me rock hard.
Looking to my left I watched as my own daughter dragged her fingers through the furrows of her sopping vagina. She had a glazed over look on her face and not once did she notice me watching her. Instead she was still transfixed on the coupling in front of her.
As much as I wanted to ram myself into my niece's tight, hot pussy, I maintained a gentle pace. Taylor's breath was becoming more and more sporadic, until she finally moaned and stopped moving. It was quiet and strange at the same time. The little noises that escaped her were maybe the traces of an orgasm, but I wasn't completely sure.
I on the other hand I was a sure thing. Grabbing my hands full of her swaying breasts and pulling her as hard as I could back onto my cock, I unleased a flood of semen. It was powerful and fulfilling. I hadn't felt this good in a very long time and giving the circumstances surrounding us, I needed it.
It wasn't until later, when Taylor was fast asleep, basking in the glory of no longer being a virgin, that I learned the error of my ways.
"Daddy, that was so sexy, but do you think that you should have cum in Tay?" My heart sunk instantly.
"Isn't she on the pill?"
"No, and even if she was, where would she have got it for the last week?" I didn't know what to say or do. I am not even a slightly religious man, but that night I prayed like a convict on death row.
The morning sun and the sounds of the surf crashing up onto the shore didn't wake me, but a pair of soft lips did.
Taylor was cuddled into me, kissing me like a lover and not like a niece. There was no more concern about crossing any lines. We had watched one another frolic around naked for the last few days and last night we consummated a sexual bond.
Her tiny hand grabbed at my shaft and started to jerk it to life. With her tongue darting around in my mouth and my hands full of her soft pink tits, it only took seconds to get me to where she wanted.
"Fuck me. Fuck me before Hanna wakes up." I was so torn, I wanted nothing more than to stick my cock back into her and drive it home, but I didn't want to do anything behind Hanna's back.
A groggy Hanna made an announcement. "I'm already awake you little slut." She looked at her cousin, who was trying to give her the most innocent of looks. "You have sex one time and now you want to have sex every day?"
I half expected Taylor to shy away, but she didn't. "Yep, and once you feel what it's like, we'll be fighting over him." I could see the nude wrestling in my sick and twisted mind.
"He's my father you pig. Then do it. Give her what she wants daddy, pound her pussy until she begs you to stop." Taylor took Hanna's words as a challenge. She upped the action of her hand on my cock until she felt like I was ready.
I mounted Taylor in full missionary position. It took a little work to sink myself into her barely used vagina, but when I was finally in, I was welcomed by her tight, wet grip.
As instructed, I held very little back. The thrusts of my hips caused my balls to slap Taylor's ass, making a sound resembling that of a hand slapping calm water.
My poor niece had her mouth open and her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head. It may have been slightly more than she bargained for, but not once did she complain.
The sounds of a young lady cumming was music to my ears, but surprisingly it wasn't Tay. Hanna was curled up in a ball and her hand was still rubbing circles around her clit when we watched her in the throughs of her orgasm.
Taylor couldn't stand the pressure of her cousin cumming alone and finished right after Hanna, and I came in in last place. My eruption was no less powerful than theirs, but because they were so involved in their own, they hardly noticed.
When it was all over, Taylor threw a shot in her cousin's direction, "I might be a pig, but at least I didn't jerk off watching my father fuck someone else."
I walked to the beach holding Hanna by the hand as we watched Taylor wiggling her ass in front of us. We held back our laughs as a random droplet of my semen dripped out of her and fell to sand.
"Really dad? Twice? You're playin with fire. Keep it up and you'll be a daddy-uncle." I was so wrapped up in having sex with a hot 18-year old, that I forgot to use common sense and came in my unprotected niece for the second day in a row.
"I can't help myself. I'm a weak man." When those words escaped my mouth, I wanted to show her exactly how weak I was by lifting the hand that she had used to masturbate with to my nose and sniffed it.
More days had passed than I thought would be needed to find us. Was Moe dead? Maybe the pirates had dumped him overboard. Today's pirates are not the swashbuckling ruffians of days gone by. They are tech savvy bandits, that target those with money and assets that they can steal from, without ever having to walk into a bank.
Maybe we would spend our final days on this island. Maybe there is an outside chance that we will be saved. Either way, I had let myself fall in a bottomless pit of depravity and my only concern was that I was enjoying it.
The girls spent the day a little further down the beach away from our home base. They swam and talked. Unlike the past day, there was no frolicking. Today they were in deep in conversation.
I took the snorkel and mask down to the lagoon and dove for lobsters. When I caught our supper, I gave myself a salty, sandy scrub down. It wasn't perfect, but at least I was clean.
Sitting around camp, Taylor noticed a passing cruise ship off in the distance. I'm not sure what came over me, but I raced down the beach and using what was left of our gas, lit the signal fire.
The flames danced through the dusk sky. Small sparks floated upward like swarms of fireflies as the burning wood crackled from the intense heat.
Getting found was a long shot, but I had to try. Burning what was left of our gas was our only option.
"Holy shit dad, that's the fastest I've seen you move since we landed on this island. If I wasn't mistaken, it looked like you were trying to get us saved."
My eyes travelled up and down my daughter's naked body, then over at her naked cousin.
"Maybe I'm trying to save myself from what's coming."
That night, I resisted all of Taylor's advances. It was hard, but I needed to. Hanna knew what I was doing, so she ended up sleeping between us on the pile of leaves that we called a bed.
I slept cuddled up to my 18-year old daughter just like any father trying to warm his child might. The only difference was that I was completely naked and so was she.
Waking to the smell of the fresh salty air and the sounds of waves lightly rolling up onto the sandy beach are things that dreams are made of.
Realizing that your hand is cupping you daughter's breast, and that your hard-on has found its way between the cheeks of her ass and is pressed up against her warmth, can quickly turn those dreams into a father's nightmares.
Pulling away would have been the right move, but I could feel Hanna's hard nipple pressing itself into my palm, and when I tried to pull away my penis, Hanna tightened the grip of her legs and pushed her hips backward toward me.
It was a mind game. Who would relent? Who would cave in and move first? I didn't make any sudden movements or gropes to show that I was awake, nor did Hanna.
The slightest of movements from either of us caused our flesh contact closer and closer, but just tiny bits at a time. It was uncertain how long we would have continued, until Taylor stretched like a cat. Raising her arms over her head, she let out a loud moan.
It was my opportunity to move my hand off of Hanna's perfect breast and pull my cock out from between the warm, wet cheeks of her ass, before Taylor rolled toward us.
"Holy shit, I'm starving. Who feels like bacon and eggs, with some toast and home fries on the side for breakfast?" Taylor's sense of humor was lost on her cousin.
"Bitch."
"What? I'll cut some of that Grouper into strips and trim the pineapple so that it looks like eggs. The only thing missing will be toast."
"Honestly Tay, shut the fuck up." Hanna seemed a little pissy with her cousin in the early morning.
"What's your problem? Oh, who cares. I'm going poop. You coming with me?"
"No."
"Suit yourself."
The brief conversation between the girls gave me a bit of a reprieve, but it wasn't nearly long enough for my erection to subside. And if there was even a hope of it leaving, it all returned when Hanna leaned over, pressing her firm naked breast into my back and kissed my cheek.
"Morning daddy. Love you."
"Love you too baby."
"How'd you sleep?"
"Not the best. I can't wait to sleep in a real bed again. You?"
"I slept the best that I have in years. Being wrapped up in your arms made me feel so safe."
Well there it was. She had been fully aware of our skin on skin contact
Putting enough wood on the fire to keep the ambers glowing for when it was time to cook, I looked down the beach and noticed that Taylor was on her way back. When she saw that she had my attention, she made every attempt to be as sexy as possible. Her hips began to sway and there was a bit more bounce in her step.
The smile on my niece's face was shorted lived.
"Tay. Come with me while I use the restroom." Hanna wasn't requesting, she was telling.
"No. I want to..."
"Oh, I know what you want. Move your ass. Let's go."
The words, "bitch" and "little cunt" escaped Taylor's mouth as the two girls walked down the beach.
Trying to avoid the two naked girls was harder than it sounds. The small island only had so many hiding spots and I had pretty much exhausted them both.
It was obvious what Taylor wanted. She had been in heat since the first time we had sex. I wanted to continue, but some kind of mental rational came over me, But, even the strongest people have their weakness's and mine was apparently naked 18-year old's.
The splash of water and throwing of sand went on for the afternoon, until I cut it short for lunch.
"Hey you two, lunch."
Wet and naked, Taylor and Hanna made their way to the shady area for a bite to eat. The sea salt avocados and fish were a hit.
"Wow Uncle Wade this fish is so good. What is it?"
"Red snapper." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. Taylor laughed out loud and Hanna just lowered her head and smiled.
"Yep, I know the feeling. I had one all day after the other night." I turned away like I hadn't heard, but Taylor wasn't about to give up.
"Come on Hanna, you should give it a try. Having the Red Snapper is pretty cool." Hanna stared down her cousin.
"You're so classy."
"Look, just because you're afraid of sex, don't be a downer for me. Everybody knows what I want, but I'm not allowed to have it."
"I'm not afraid of sex. Stop being a bitch."
"Then why aren't you doing it?" I wished that I could have been anywhere else in the world at that moment.
"Because he's my dad." Hanna's voice was soft and shy.
"So, he's my uncle, and you watched me suck him off and then you watched us fuck. Twice."
"What if I am not as good at it as you?"
At that very second my world stop revolving. My daughter basically told her cousin that she wanted to have sex, but she was afraid that she wouldn't be good enough. I was so torn. I wanted to hold my daughter and reassure her that like everything else in her life, she would excel at sex, but I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. The right thing would have been to insist that they remained dressed and to not have had sex with my niece.
"I'm not good at it, that's why I want to practice. So, stop being a bitch. If you don't want him to do you, at least let him screw me."
"No. We have to stop."
"Bullshit. Then let him go down on me for fuck sakes." They were talking like I wasn't even or didn't have a say in the matter.
I had to get away from them, but it was already too late. They had noticed my erection. It was full mast and pointed at the sun, but neither of them said a word to me when I left.
The water saved me from what might have been. I could hear the girls bickering from our shelter, but I pretended not to. Diving under, I gathered shells to kill time. After one of my shallow dives, I came to the surface to find both girls standing on the shore with their hands on their hips.
Like a scolded child I asked, "What?"
Both girls entered the water up to their butts and started rinsing themselves off. When they felt like they were done, each grabbed one of my hands into theirs and led me up the beach.
In the security of the shade Hanna spoke.
"Dad, will you show me what you showed Tay."
I was hesitant. I was reluctant, but I was weak. Without words, I pulled Hanna's soft wet body toward me.
My hands found the same perky breast that they had rested on earlier in the morning. Hanna cooed at my touch and raised to her tippy toes so that we could kiss. One hand cupped her ass, while the other worked its way around her rock-hard nipple.
Hanna's tongue danced around in my mouth. She was a naturally good kisser. I could only imagine what else she would be good at.
Lowering herself to her knees, my own daughter was directly in front of my hard penis. I wanted to stop her. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't right, but when she parted her lips and the tip slid over her teeth, I couldn't even speak.
Her tongue made a curled hammock for my shaft to rest in and her lips did the rest. What Hanna lacked in skill, she more than made up for with pure enthusiasm.
I looked over at Taylor to see her laying back in the sand with two fingers attacking her clit. When she noticed that I was looking, she smiled and told me that she was next.
The view of my daughter bobbing her head over my erection proved to be the best visual stimulant I had ever seen. The trial of saliva was joined by the pre-cum that was seeping from my balls.
Touching Hanna's indented cheek, I told her that it was her turn.
Hanna did not hesitate for a second. She laid on the softest part of the palm leaf mattress and spread her legs to give me the best possible view and access.
Her body soft, and I was unbothered by the stubble on her legs and pubic mound. Her excitement was seen, smelled and soon to be tasted.
Looking Hanna in the eyes, I used my tongue to part her soaked lips. A loud moan escaped my daughter as she felt a tongue in her vagina for the very first time. The taste and feel were incredible. Her lips were full, puffy and completely womanly. I would never be able get enough.
The sound of my lapping was overshadowed by the feverish stroking of Taylor's workout on her clit. When I twisted my head just enough to see what she was doing, she once again told me that she was next.
Unlike her cousin who couldn't reach orgasm from her first time having oral sex, Hanna came hard. Her body convulsed with mini shockwaves and jolts. Her arms and legs spasmed, betraying her.
When I crawled up over her, Hanna had tears in her eyes.
"Oh my god daddy. That felt so good."
"Me. My turn. I told you both, I'm next." Taylor looked desperate for some attention, but she would have to wait her turn.
Hanna's small hand wrapped my rock-hard shaft and rubbed the mushroomed head between the lips of her virgin pussy.
We had already gone too far, but when I looked down, I still asked for permission.
"Are you sure baby girl? Are you sure this is what you want?"
She locked her eyes on mine and nodded.
The tip of my shaft found the entrance and gently I pushed forward in her tightness. Slowly I delved on until I reached a blockade.
Hanna, unlike Taylor did have an intact hymen. When I stopped pushing, Hanna looked at me, then lowered her head so that she could watch me entering her and said, "Do it".
The final push ripped away the skin blockade and my baby girl became a virgin no more. With one slow, smooth full push, I reached bottom in the tightest, wettest vagina that I'd ever had the pleasure of in being in.
Both Taylor and Hanna said, "Oh my god" at the same time. The only problem was that Taylor's "Oh my god" was followed by the word "Boat".
I tried to pull away. Hanna tried to pull me back in. And Taylor stood with her fingers still buried in her crotch.
Sure enough, what looked like a Coast Guard style of boat was approaching from a distance.
It wasn't necessary to tell the girls what was next. The mad scramble was on. Each of us stumbled over the other as we dressed in our bathing suits.
Taylor pointed down at Hanna and my crotch and said, "You guys might want to go into the water before they get too close." The moist splatters of bloody slime speckled Hanna thighs and the areas on me that had rubbed against her.
It was a good call. Running toward the beach with our arms waving in the air, none of us stopped until we were waist deep.
Even after rinsing, I was still semi hard.
As the boats approach got closer and closer, Taylor let out a scream of joy. On the bow of the cutter stood her mother and father.
Clean, bottled water never tasted so good. The ships doctor checked our vitals on the trip to St Lucia and found that other than the usual bug bites and scrapes and bruises, we were fine. Moe on the other hand hadn't fared as well. He had the telltale signs of a good old-fashioned beating.
Holding his only child tightly between himself and his wife, he sobbed like a child. His eyes had been blackened from a broken nose. His lips had been split open from either punches or slaps and the fingers on his left hand were wrapped in gauze and splints, indicating that at some point they had probably been broken by his captors.
4 hours later we arrived at a port in St Lucia and not once had Hanna left my side. Transportation carried us from the ship, to a very nice hotel, that was Moe's way of apologizing for something that was out of his control.
Tay, Hanna and I went into the only clothing store on the resort property and picked up the basic necessities for clothes. Moe explained that the rooms were family suites and had been loaded with all of the personal things that we would need.
When the door to our suite closed behind us, Hanna held me tight and cried for the first time since her mother had passed 6 years before.
"Baby, you want me to run you a bath? Maybe put some bubbles in it. You can relax for a while, maybe have a nap before we meet the others for dinner."
Hanna nodded into my chest but didn't allow me to pull away. Kissing the top of her head she finally let me leave her side.
The bathroom was larger than any I'd ever seen. Modesty wasn't on the agenda as Hanna stripped off her swimsuit and climbed into the hot tub and eased back. The bubbles covered her beauty from me, but the memories of her nakedness was etched in my mind for the rest of time.
"Oh my god dad. Soap. There's actually soap. I forgot how good it feels to use soap when washing. You want to get in here with me?" The tub was made for two people, but I needed a shower. I needed to shave my face, scrub my hair and try to wash away my sins.
"I'm gonna jump a shower baby, but I'll be right here." The glass enclosure shower was only a matter of feet from the tub. We watched one another get clean. Heads full of shampoo washed little granules of sand away from our scalps. Razors cleaned the beard off of my face, the stubble off her legs and away from my view, I could only guess where else. Last but not least, I must have used half of a tube of toothpaste. It felt so good to be clean.
I held open one of the hotel supplied robes for Hanna to slip into. The white terrycloth brought out her darker than normal features and suntan.
Climbing into the comfort of a high-quality mattress and bed made me think back to the palm leaves where I'd spent the past two weeks. It was a reminder that I'd never go camping again.
The suite had two bedrooms with two large beds, but Hanna climbed in with me. Under the blankets, she cuddled her back up against me. It was the same position that we had woken up to this morning.
"Dad. Thank you for saving us." I'm not so sure that saving the girls is what I did, but either way, we were safe now, so I hugged my daughter tightly.
"Dad."
"Yes baby." There was a long pause before she spoke again.
"Can...can we finish what we started this morning?" I was at a crossroads in my life. Recently we were stranded on an island and were uncertain about survival. Survival turned to lust, and that lust ended up with me having full blown sex with my niece. Then if things couldn't get any worse, I let my daughter go down on me. I went down on her and then I popped her cherry. It was craziness and I knew it. Now we were in bed together and she wanted to continue. Do I do the right thing, or do I cross over the taboo boarders again?
"Absolutely baby."
Hanna spun and removed her robe in a flash. By the time that she loosened the ties that held mine closed, I was already hard.
Mounting me, Hanna sat on my hardest, but did not let it enter her. Leaning forward we kissed and caressed each other for the first time without someone else watching us. The firm, perky breasts felt right pressed up against my chest and her lips and tongue seemed like they belonged where they were.
Moving her wetness over my shaft, I noticed that all of the stubble had been removed from her pubic mound and her legs. She was silky smooth.
"Daddy, can I put it in now?" I nodded yes. She didn't have to ask. She would never have to ask.
For the second time that day, I sunk into the depths of my daughter. Her tight, warm grip held like I'd never been held before. Hanna face showed signs of pain, so I stopped moving.
"Han, are you okay?"
With a nod and kiss, she whispered, "tender" and continued moving.
For someone having sex for the first time, Hanna moved her hips in a most sensual way. The almost grinding rotation was as sexy as anything that I'd ever felt. Her abundance of natural lubrication helped to ease the pain of the friction created by our thrusts, but it wasn't enough to allow her over the edge.
"Do you want to stop baby?"
"No, keep going. I want to feel you cum."
Not again. I had made the mistake early, but I would not allow it to happen again.
"I can't Hanna. We just can't take the risk."
Hanna clench her grip tighter onto me and wrapped her legs around my back.
"There's no way I'm letting you cum in Tay and not cum in me."
The pure taboo feeling of the act that we were committing was more than enough to satisfy even the sickest incestual cravings. I had gone from a lovely, caring father, to one that was about to cum in his very beautiful, very fertile daughter.
I lasted a lot longer than I originally thought that I would. It wasn't stamina, nor was it will power. No, it was pure unrelenting greed. The feeling of being in Hanna was so good that I would have killed to last the night.
Our moans and thrusts built to the point of no return. Lifting my weight off of her body, I watched my shaft moving in and out of the tight little pussy, that I had helped create. When my eyes went back to Hanna's face, I realized that she was looking at the same thing that I had been admiring.
There weren't many thrusts left in me. Every ounce of my body screamed for release. I had fought a good fight, but the time was now.
"Baby, I'm about to cum." Hanna grabbed the sides of my face and pulled my lips to hers.
A flood of semen filled my 18-year old daughter, a flood of emotion filled us both.
The sound of a ringing phone woke us both. The wake-up call gave us just enough time to clean up and meet the others for dinner.
The waiter told us the nightly specials and mentioned that the best thing on the menu was the lobster. Both girls shouted "NO" in unison. After a steady diet of fish and fruit. They wanted beef and wine.
Charly sat between her daughter and her niece. She touched each of them every chance that she could. She was certainly relieved that they had survived the ordeal. Moe on the other hand was quieter than I had ever seen him in all the time that we had known one another. I could see that he was hurting inside and out.
"You okay buddy?" My words made him jump. The shock and pain in his eyes, were things that I hadn't seen in him since Tessa's funeral.
"Moe, we're fine. Everyone's safe." Moe sobbed his apology.
"Wade, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.
Turns out that the old sailing buddy of Moe's, was no friend at all. Seems that he is very renowned in these water as a modern-day pirate. He and his band of thieves stole boats and money from unsuspecting people and sold them around the world. Apparently, Art the pirate was very excited about his new find and decided to try and up his booty by emptying Moe's bank accounts. After many futile attempts, they beat the hell out of him. When the bank finally froze the assets due to an over-abundance of incorrect pin numbers, they tossed Moe overboard and the "In Grand Fashion" sailed off into the deep blue sea. Moe would have been a goner, if it hadn't been for fishing charter that had gone off course tracking a marlin.
When they pulled him in, Moe was in shock and in an almost coma like state and was only babbling gibberish that the officials couldn't understand. He came around at nearly the same time that a cruise ship reported seeing a fire on an island that was known to be deserted. The rest is history.
As the night passed us by, tensions started to ease and little by little we went back to normal.
Everyone one was reluctant to part ways. We sat and talked until our waiter pointed out that the restaurant had been closed for 45 minutes.
Arm in arm, Charly walked back toward the suites with the girls. She kept looking in her niece's direction, until she finally asked a question.
"Hanna, are you alright? You seem to be walking funny." I almost died on the spot, but Hanna was quick on her feet.
"Yeah, just a little chafed from using palm leaves for toilet paper if you know what I mean."
Taylor smiled, but couldn't let it go.
"I know. I walked like that after my first time too."
Charly looked strangely at her daughter. "First time?"
"Wiping mom. Those leaves are like sandpaper." A simple "Oh" came out, but Charly looked at them both like any mother would.
Moe hugged me at the door to the room.
"Sleep well buddy. Our plane will leave when we get there, but the plan is to head out around noon. I chartered a direct flight home. No stop over bullshit and don't worry about the stuff that you lost on the boat. Whatever the insurance company doesn't cover, I'll take care of." I knew that he meant well, but it was unnecessary.
I was looking forward to full night of sleep, on a mattress, wrapped in blankets. Something about their warmth gave me a sense of security.
The three girls were in a group hug. I suppose that the secure feeling was being felt all around.
"Wade, Tay wants to spend the night with Hanna. Are you okay with that?" I wanted to scream "NO", but I also didn't want to raise any red flags.
"Yeah, if you guys are." And with that, the three of us entered our suite.
The door was no sooner shut, and Taylor was in my arms.
"Oh my god. I'm so pissed that I missed it. How was it? Can your guys do it again so that I can watch. I'm so fucking horny right now. Han, how did it feel? Was it what you expected?"
Hanna looked at her cousin like she was about to slap her.
"Great. Yes. And, no." Taylor didn't understand the response.
"What?"
"It felt great. Yes, it was even better than I expected. And, no we are not doing it again so that you can watch."
"What the fuck Hanna, you watched me and your dad. That's not fair."
"You've had other shit in your pussy Tay. I haven't, so it's a little raw down there."
"Yeah, but I had never had a dick in there, or a tongue for that matter."
"I get that, but you didn't have to deal with losing your cherry, I did."
"Fine. Then you get to watch me and your dad again."
"No. You've had lots of turns. He's saving himself for me tomorrow morning." The girls were talking like I could hear them.
"Excuse me ladies. I'm standing right here. Taylor. Hanna. Go into that room over there and stay there. I'm going to bed, by myself. Any more talk, and I'll go next door and sleep in Moe and Charly's room."
The soft king-sized bed lulled me to sleep in a matter of minutes. No sounds, no dreams, just movements. At some point during the night a naked body had climbed into my bed with me.
For the second morning in a row I awoke with Hanna in my arms. Her nude body was molded to mine and within an arms-length was Taylor.
Unlike yesterday, I wasn't afraid of the contact. My hands cupped the firm breast and thumbed the hard, brown nipple on it. Hanna's moans were almost as silence as her breath.
My hand traced its way down the hard stomach of my daughter, to her hip. My intention was to cup her ass and slip my penis into the warm gap, but like so many things in life, there are interruption.
The loud pounding on door made everyone in the room jump. Giving the girls the silence finger over the lips signal, I went to explore.
Moe was dressed and ready.
"Buddy get the girls moving. Charly and I are going to do a little shopping for them. Who know, pick them up a few things before we leave. We'll meet you downstairs in ninety." And he was gone.
Both girls were awake and awaiting my return.
"You heard the man. Let's go."
Neither moved.
Taylor curled her finger and beckoned me to them.
"No way. Move it." Their head shook back and forth like children. Taylor rolled onto her back and put her legs into the air. Her pink wetness caused all kinds of trouble in my head.
"Come on, there's time." Tugging at a nipple on her soft tit, Taylor used the fingers on her right hands to part her lips and show me her glistening hole.
"Han?" I looked at Hanna for help but found none.
"Do it daddy. We'll be quick."
A cold beer tasted good on our flight back to the U.S. but it was hard to hold on to. My hands shook with what I could only believe was shame. Moe sat across from me and I could barely make eye contact with him. The memories of his daughter and mine taking turns riding my cock and tongue had me feeling guilty.
The shame and embarrassment were my own. Both Taylor and Hanna laughed and giggled like nothing had happened. Taylor talked with her mother about her new sundress like nothing was wrong. She had absolutely no issues with her uncle's cum dripping out of her pussy, soiling her brand-new panties. Hanna sat next to Charly telling her that her bottom felt better because she had soaked in the tub this morning when in fact, the only thing that her pussy soaked in, was my saliva.
Being home didn't make my life any easier. Every single media outlet wanted to interview us or at the very least get quote that they could use. We seemed to be in the public eye and under the scrutiny of all of our friends and neighbors.
None of it seemed to bother Hanna. She just pulled the drapes closed, and continued on with life.
Our first Saturday back, was the first time that I noticed that Hanna wasn't her normal self.
"What's up baby."
The teary eyes looking at me caused some concern.
"Han, tell me what's wrong." She stood and hugged me. I wanted to ask her again, but slowly she started.
"I don't know. I miss the island. I want to be back there. Does that sound crazy to you?"
"No." Yes it did. It was the craziest thing that had ever happened in my life and the thought of going back there would only cause me to go insane.
"I want Tay and us to share a bed again."
I have no idea what I was saying, but I couldn't believe my own ears.
"We can do that any time you want baby, and we don't have to go back to the island for it."
Hanna's mood perked up substantially. I could hear her walking around the house talking with her cousin, making plans.
"Daddy, would next weekend work for you? Tay wants to do a sleep over?"
My depraved mind started again. Just the idea of the two of them naked and at my side set the wheels in motion.
"Sure, next weekend works fine, or she could come over tonight if she wants." Hanna put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and shook her head no.
"Nope, we'll have to wait until next weekend because I forgot to tell you. No uncle-daddy for you. Tay got her period yesterday, and I started this morning. You really dodged a bullet on that one."
The non-sexual weekend alone with Hanna was what the doctor ordered. We spent time as a father / daughter team, and not once did we talk about what had happened over the past few weeks.
But, going back to work on Monday morning changed things.
"Chase & Walden, Wade Davis speaking." Just from the background noise, I knew Moe was on the other line.
"Hey buddy, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Moe, even if I say no, you're going to ask anyway, so go ahead."
"Have you found anything different about Hanna since we came home? You know, like is she the same as before or is she doing strange things?"
I'm certain that my heart stopped beating. I couldn't let on to Moe that anything was out of the ordinary, but I had to find out what he was talking about.
"No, not really. She still has some nightmares, but other than that she's fine. Why do you ask."
"You gotta promise not to say anything to Hanna."
"Yeah, I mean ask anything."
"Is Hanna okay? The reason I ask is because Taylor's a different girl. She's always walking around the house naked and quite frankly, it's too much for me to handle. Charly says that she can hear her masturbating all the time, and that she saw her watching us have sex. Man, it's crazy around here. Are you having any problems like that?"
"No, but I'm gone all day. Plus, Hanna's room is across the house from mine, so if she's doing anything private, I'd be none the wiser." But that was an outright lie. Hanna hadn't slept in her bed since we came home.
"I don't know Wade. It all just seems too weird. Maybe you can sneak away Thursday afternoon and we can shoot a round."
"I'm in." With a click the line went dead. Very much like my soul. Moe and Charly had always been so good to me, and now I was the reason that their daughter had been sexually awakened.
It took until the fourth tee before Moe opened up. I knew that something was still bothering him, but he held it in for as long as he could.
"It's fucking killing me man. I mean she hot as hell. Watching her shake that booty around the house reminds me of Charly when she was Taylor's age. You know what I'm saying?" I certainly did.
"Have you and Charly talked to her about it?"
"Oh yeah buddy. She tells her mother that it's liberating to have no clothes on. Says that when she was on the island, her and Hanna would walk down the beach out of sight and skinny dip. I gotta tell you pal, your loss."
"Skinny dipping, really?"
"Barely any bikini lines. Almost completely tanned. Here's the kicker, she wants us to go to this place in South Carolina, Shady Valley something or other. It's a fuckin family nudist resort. You believe that?"
I don't know why, but for some unknown reason, I laughed. It was uneasy and unfunny, but nevertheless, I laughed.
"Glad that you find humor in it Wade, because she wants you and Hanna to come with us."
"Wha, what?"
"Yeah, she thinks that the five of us should go as a family. She says that it will be fun, and we can turn over a new leaf or start a new chapter in our book of life. Her words, not mine."
My words were lost to me. I sat on the other end waiting and not knowing why. I could have told Moe almost anything and he would have bought it, yet there I sat, silent.
"Come on man, help me out a little. Say something." It was painful, but I tried.
"Maybe she needs this to grow. I don't know man. What does Charly think?"
"What do you think she thinks? If it will help her baby, she's all for it."
There was no need to tell Hanna what Moe and I had talked about on the golf course. Her cousin had filled her in on all of the details. I was told that when Taylor came over for the weekend, she would enlighten me with the plan that she had come up with. And fill us in she did.
The black Yukon pulled in my driveway. Without so much as a word, Hanna jumped into the third row and sat beside her partner in crime. I climbed into the middle row and buckled up. Not once did Charly or Moe make eye contact with me, nor did they make eye contact with one another.
From Charlotte, it takes just over 3 hours to get to Myrtle Beach, and for two of those hours the only sounds were the girls texting so that they didn't have to speak in front of their parents, Charly sipping wine out of her Yeti cooler cup and the sound of the road humming under the tires of Moe's black beast.
At a pee stop somewhere near Darlington, Charly added some ice to her glass and poured a refill. The booze was making her brave.
"Looking forward to seeing me nude Wade? Will it bring back any memories for you?"
She didn't have to elaborate. Charly was the spitting image of my late wife and over the past 6 years she had caught me staring at her beauty more than once.
"Stop." Moe knew where she was headed as well as I did.
"What? I blame you both. You and that fucking boat, and Wade not being able to control two girls. What the hell Wade, couldn't you stop them from running around naked or did watching them frolic in the sun make you feel young again?"
"Charly." Moe raised his voice loud enough to get her attention, but Charly was way past caring.
"Maybe if he acted more like a father and an uncle, we wouldn't be driving to some fucking nudist colony. What did that one review say? Oh yeah, it's a family style, "orgies R us". Make you boys feel good inside? Make you proud to be alive?"
Well not when you put it like that it doesn't. There was some pain in her voice, but mostly it was the alcohol speaking.
"Come on Wade, you mean to tell me that not once did you see the girl's nude? You didn't walk down the beach to see what they were doing? If you say no, you know that I'm going to find that more than a little hard to believe."
"Mom, for fuck sakes. I told you. Han and I would get dressed whenever we saw uncle Wade coming."
"Language miss." Moe scolded hi daughter.
"Really honey? We're a couple of hours away from seeing her flaunt her naked little body around all weekend in front of her family and god knows how many strangers, and your only concern is her swearing. Sweet fucking Jesus."
Wind blasted in the recently lowered driver side window at 70 miles per hours, and in one swift motion, Moe, with the anger of an enraged Incredible Hulk, tossed the wine filled cup across two lanes of asphalt.
Check in and orientation was quick and easy. The do's and don'ts are laid out pretty clearly. We were told what to expect and what was expected of us. Shortly after that, we were shown to our cabins.
Whether by design or not, Hanna and I ended up in a single bedroom cabin with one king-sized bed.
Hanna stripped as soon as we were alone in the room. She tied a small piece of cloth over her hip, but besides that she was naked. Just looking at her had me hard. She was a young beautiful woman, and when she walked through the door, the whole resort would see what only Taylor and I had had the privilege of seeing.
"Daddy, you can't be walking around with that thing poking out. You'll get sent back to the cabin for sure."
She was right, but it had a mind of its own and my daughter knew it. Dropping to her knees in front of me and engulfed me like a professional.
Over the past few weeks Hanna's sexual prowess had increased to the point that I believed she might have been at the top of her game.
Her tongue curled and cradled my shaft as her head bobbed up and down. Her cheeks collapsed inward from the pressure of her sucking s hard. When her delicate little fingers reached up and cupped my balls, I only lasted a few more strokes.
The sight of my eighteen-year old daughter swallowing my load, and then licking my shaft and her lips clean didn't help my erection problem. With a giggle and a wiggle, Hanna kissed my lips and told my that she would save me a chair by the pool.
I was going to put on jogging shorts but chose not to. I waited for the call to come and when it finally did, I jumped.
"You ready buddy?"
"Not even fucking close, you?"
"Nope."
Moe was holding a beach bag in front of his manhood and Charly only had on the same piece of silk that Hanna and I would assume, Taylor did.
Charly had another plastic glass in her hand, and it definitely wasn't full of soda. She made no bones about looking at my crotch. When see noticed that the towel I was carrying, covered my penis, she moved her small finger in a flicking motion, indicating that she wanted me to move it.
Considering that she was naked into front of me and was looking pretty damn good for her forty years. I moved the towel.
"Very nice Wade. No wonder Tess loved you so much."
"Jesus Fucking Christ Charly." I'm not even sure if it was me or Moe that said it.
As stated, the girls had procured enough chairs near the pool for most of us to sit comfortably. Moe sat in the shade with his back to some hedges. From the look on his face we could have brought in his favorite chair and fed him some Valium and he still won't have been comfortable.
Bar service came to us and Charly ordered a bottle of a chilled Chablis and beers for Moe and me. Before our waitress left, Moe changed the order. "Four Jacks with the beers back."
Looks like he needed something slightly stronger to take the edge off.
Hanna and Taylor were in and out of the pool. Applying and re-applying sun lotion. Talking like girls their age do. They hardly noticed us, but every male in the area noticed them.
The shots of Jack and the stress, along with having driven here was more than Moe could handle and soon he was softly snoring in the shade.
Charly joined the girls in the pool, while I opened a new book. My sunglasses may have appeared to be glued to the pages, but in reality, I had to remember to turn the pages so that the trio didn't know that I was staring at them.
Charly was correct. My brain was flooded with images of her younger sister. She and Tessa, aside from the hair were twins. The way they moved. The way they spoke. All of their mannerisms, identical.
With one leg dangling in the pool, and the other bent at the knee, Charly was giving me the perfect view of her womanhood. The mature lips hung down, reminding me what it felt like the last time I was with Tess and what it was like to be with Tay. All three were endowed with full, meaty lips.
Hanna waved in my direction. She was seeing if I was watching, but I fought the urge to respond. Waving back would have given away my stealthy plan to go un-noticed.
"Dad. Earth to dad."
"Hey. Yeah. What's up?"
"Come join us."
The day went smoother than any of us could have expected. We all spent time in the pool. We all had drinks. And in the end the most uncomfortable thing was when Hanna and Taylor tackled Moe, trying to push him under the water. The four boobs and two pussy rubbing on him during the struggle made him as hard as a post.
Dinner seating's required clothing, but all after events afterward were clothing optional. To say that Moe over indulged might be a slight understatement. The drinks flowed freely for him, music and dancing feel the air, before the beach fire, I had to walk him back to his cabin.
"She wants to fuck me buddy."
"Who does big guy?" I was humoring him, but Moe wouldn't let it go.
"You know. Don't make me say it."
I thought that it was the ramblings of someone who had had a few to many Jack and Cokes.
"Tay."
"Tay, what?"
"She whispered it in my ear Wade. She was holding my cock underwater and she told me that she couldn't wait for it to be in her."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh. She an eighteen-year old Charly man. What the fuck am I gonna do?"
"I don't know pal." And I didn't. Charly is beautiful and sexy, and their daughter was a young clone of her mother. Hopefully Moe wasn't as weak as I was.
My best friend / brother-in-law was snoring before I had his shoes off. He had lots on his mind, and I had a feeling tomorrow was going to be a big day for him, but for me, the night had only just begun, for two beautiful creatures were awaiting my arrival back to my cabin.
Like all of our meetings since we arrived back on the mainland, the event was very interactive. The girls were competitive, yet they took turns and shared. When I needed a short break, they tended to one another's needs. With the 3 of us completely satiated, sleep came over us like a tidal wave coming in off of the Atlantic.
Breakfast was one for the record books. Moe wanted everyone to go on a jet boat excursion, but the only takers were his daughter and niece. Like I've said in the past, boats just aren't my thing. I opted to stay back, read and drink a couple of cold beers. Charly was all for the drinks part and pre-ordered some wine for poolside.
Moe took the opportunity to give a short speech, "Look, I don't know what everyone's agenda is for this weekend, but I'm going to lay it out for everyone. Whatever happens, happens, and just like Vegas, it stays here. I know that you girls are trying to find yourselves. You've become beautiful young ladies, so it's only natural that you want to explore your sexuality." If he only knew.
"Oh daddy."
"Jesus Christ Morris." Both wife and daughter rolled their eyes at his words.
Cold beer, even before noon is a treasure sent from heaven. I on my second one before Charly even appeared. Her wine was in a silver bowl stand covered with ice, awaiting her arrival.
My sister-in-law looked and smelled like a dream. She strolled in wearing only a silky cover-up. Her naked breasts swayed side to side as she made her way to her lounger. Today, was the very first time that Charly had ever pulled her hair back and tied it the exact same way that Tess did. It was not lost on me. Pulling the thin material up over her head, her dark skin glistened with the oils that she had rubbed in. Scents of coconut and papayas filled my nose.
"Wade, be a doll and pour for me while a fix my towel." Bending to lay a large towel over the lounger gave me an unimpeded view of her ass and all that surrounded it.
With no morning blow job to help me out, I was semi erect when I made my way her chair. Trying my best to keep her distracted, I filled her glass with ice and about a third of the bottle of wine. I thought that I'd got away with it until Charly pulled me in for a hug.
Hugging Charly was difficult at the best of times, but with both of us naked and alone, it was worse that I could have ever imagined. The shaft of my cock pressed between us and lodged itself on her smooth, warm skin. Standing on her tippy toes, her lips briefly pressed onto mine for a light kiss.
"I'm glad that you and Hanna came with us."
"Well, thanks for having us."
I tried to focus on my book. I tried not to watch her movements. I wanted to behave. But, every sip of her drink, every time her hand slid between her legs and twirled the meaty lips of her vulva did not go un-noticed. Each rub of her hand against her breasts and hard nipples, caused my blood to rush south.
Our server arrived with another bucket of beers and another bottle of wine and gave me the "look". The rules were clear, a gentleman "should keep an erection covered at all times". She didn't say anything, but her look was loud and clear.
On her hands and knees, ass pointed at me, breasts hanging down for my viewing pleasure, she looked over her shoulder and smiled.
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