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Emmy Mcanvers has just returned from a long and lonely year abroad. She can't wait to get home to small town Louisiana and settle back into her life with her father, brother and new stepmother. She's sorely disappointed to find out that her overconfident, stuck up stepbrother Martin Laroche has taken some time away from his career in hockey to stay for the summer. She can't stand Martin and is not too keen on his best friend who tagged along either. Things only become more awkward when Dad plans a 'Family' vacation for them all... (MF, MMF, FF, FFM, Group, Rom, Cheat, Inc)

1
As I walk down the familiar street, lugging my heavy duffel bag
in the July heat, my excitement at being home is overwhelming.  I
can't wait to be back in my own house, in my own bed doing the
familiar and comfortable things that come so naturally.  It's a
beautiful sunny day and the overhanging trees sway majestically
in the barely there breeze.  I'm so drenched that I can feel my
white short shorts and yellow tank top sticking uncomfortably to
my skin.  The first thing I want to do is drop this bag and get
into a shower.
As I approach the driveway I hear tussling and hollering from
the basketball court in our backyard.  I figure that my big
brother Tom probably has some friends over, so instead of going
in the front door, I undo the latch of the wooden fence that
leads to the back area and step through.  I've missed him so
much.  That's probably been the hardest part about being away in
Japan for the past year.  Teaching English was a great
opportunity and I do have a lot of money to show for it, but I've
felt so isolated.
Tom and I are what you would call Irish twins.  He's a mere
eleven months older than me and has always been my closest friend
and protector.  I can't wait to see him and his friends as I
round the corner of the house.  What comes into view does not
please me.
I drop my bag as I realize that Tom is definitely playing
basketball, but not with Joey and Jake as I suspected.  Nope on
the basketball court I see three men, two of which I recognize
and one of which I don't, but feel that I'm not missing much.  I
watch as they play an energetic and powerful game.  All three men
are large and well muscled.  Tom's usually sandy hair is
plastered down to his head with the energy he is expending trying
to keep up with the other two.
It's not a surprise considering that Marty, my new stepbrother,
is a professional hockey player.  I'm assuming the other guy is
one of his teammates as they're both easily kicking Toms ass. 
Marty plays for some Canadian team, whose name I couldn't be
bothered to remember after our first introduction.
I had flown in for Dads wedding; the school had allowed me
three days off to attend.  I was forced to wear an ill fitting
dress because I was not here to be measured and Dad simply
guessed my size.  It was far too big and I looked like a girl
playing dress up.  As soon as the ceremony was over, I changed
into something more tailored from my suitcase, which I had been
forced to bring with me.
I was feeling better about myself and starting to enjoy the
party when Marguerite, Dad's new wife, Introduced me to her son.
I was happy for Dad and everything, he'd raised us alone since
Mom had died in childbirth, but I wasn't sure about Marguerite. 
Firstly she was French.  Secondly she looked far too perfectly
put together all of the time.  Dark auburn hair placed just so,
perfectly manicured nails and toes, she even seemed to wake up
with a full face of makeup on.  I, being the total opposite and
virtually raised by men, was not used to this.
"Emmy darling, this is Martin, My son."  She had said in a very
proper tone.
In front of me was a truly gorgeous man, six feet tall, Dark
hair, beautiful aqua marine eyes and a brilliant smile.  Even
under his tux, I could see that his body was impeccable.  He
definitely had my undivided attention, but then he opened his
mouth.
	
"Call me Marty, Sweetcheeks."  He said, holding my hand a little
too tightly in an overly intimate handshake.
He was looking deep into my eyes, unabashedly flirting with me
in front of our parents.  That was all it took.  I couldn't stand
him.  I spent the remainder of the evening hiding behind Tom and
avoiding him as much as possible.  He caught me once near the bar
and I was forced to listen to his life story as his eyes
travelled over my body, obviously undressing me.
I never thought he would actually be here!  In Dad's house, in my
house!  'Shouldn't he be off ramming his hockey stick up
someone's butt or fucking some skanky hockey fan?'  I think
bitterly as I approach them.
"You guys wanna play with a real man?"  I ask as I drop my bag.
Suddenly all of the action ceases and all three panting and
sweating men turn to see who's interrupted their fun.  Tom drops
the ball on the court and jogs toward me.
"Emmy."  He says gleefully as he sweeps me up into a bear hug. 
"I didn't know you were coming home today."
I wince slightly at his thick southern drawl, the same one that
I've worked so hard to shed for fear of appearing less than
bright.  His smile, however, is a welcome site.  He puts me down
and I tussle his hair.
"Great to see you too buddy, but man you're funky!"  I joke. 
"Time to hit the showers McAnvers!"
"Thanks a lot pal."  He says joking back.
I look over to see that Marty and his buddy are gaping at us. 
His friend just looks confused and Marty's already doing the
undressing thing again.  I decide to be the bigger person and not
let it bother me.
"Hey guys."  I say, walking toward them and extending my hand.
"Hey bab…I mean Emmy.  Nice to see you again."  Marty says as he
wraps me in a tight, sweaty hug and attempts to kiss me on the
cheek.  I turn my head just in time to avoid it and he ends up
planting one in my hair.  Serves you right.  I think as I
disentangle myself.
I just stand there, staring at the stranger waiting for an
introduction.  He's your typical hockey star.  Blonde hair, blue
eyes and the same build as my two ‘brothers'.
"Oh yeah."  Marty says as if he's just arrived on this planet. 
"This is my buddy Alexander.  He's a team-mate from Canada who I
brought home for the summer.  He's never been to Louisiana."
"Hello Alexander."  I say politely as I shake his hand.
"You can call me Alex if you want."  He answers shyly.  At least
this guy has some class.
"Ok Alex."  I turn my attention back to Marty.  "So you guys are
staying here?  All summer?"
I make no attempt to hide my displeasure and Alex looks
uncomfortable.  I'm hoping that Marty will tell me that they have
to leave soon, but no such luck.
"Well no… We're also coming to Jamaica."  Marty answers.
"Jamaica?"  I'm confused.
"Yeah.  Mom and Jeff thought it would be nice to take us all
along on their Honeymoon.  Isn't that great?  Alex and I could
sure use the rest.  It's been wonderful being back home with Mom.
She does the laundry and cooking.  I wouldn't trade it." 
Marty's smiling broadly and I just feel the urge to smack his
handsome face.
"Great."  I say less than enthusiastically.
I look over at Tom, who knows exactly what I'm thinking.  He
smiles at me and nods reassuringly.  This means that he'll watch
my back, that much I know.  I decide to shake off my annoyance
and have some fun.
I bend over and grab the discarded ball.  As I begin to dribble
all three of them come at me.  I'm a little intimidated by this
scenario, but in the end I have something that they don't.  I'm a
lot smaller than them and more agile.  I easily weave between
them and sink a lay-up.
"Still think you guys are the shit?"  I ask obnoxiously.
I was never a very graceful winner.  I think that Dad and Tom
bred competition into me.  I do a little victory dance in the
middle of the court, hooting and hollering.
"Emmy One, boys club Zippo!"  I jump around and tease them each
in turn.
"Ok, smarty pants."  Marty pipes in.  "Why don't we play a real
game then?"
"Any day baby."  I say, my ego out of control.
"Ok, you and Alex against me and Tom.  That way we can't kick
your skinny ass too quickly."  He points a finger at me.
"You're on buddy."  I say as menacingly as I can manage
considering that Marty stands head and shoulders above me.
Tom looks concerned and Alex just looks embarrassed, but they
agree to play anyway.  The game turns out to be more difficult
that I initially thought.  Although I'm not bad and Alex is good,
Marty is spectacular.  He sinks basket after basket.  Before long
I'm huffing and puffing like the rest of them.
"Still think you can beat us Barbie?"  Marty needles me.
"At basketball maybe, at an IQ test, definitely meat head."  I
say as I swipe the ball from right under him.
I head for the basket, jump and just as I let go of the ball I
feel strong arms grab me around the waist.  I'm already air borne
and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Gotcha!"  Marty says in my ear.
The ball obviously misses, as my equilibrium was totally
disrupted.  I'm livid!
"Hey look guys.  I caught basketball Barbie."  Marty turns me
around so that Tom and Alex can see.
My humiliation is unmatched by any other event in my life.  He
bounces me up and down, still maintaining his hold as I scream
swear words at him and kick wildly.
"Come on dude, let her go."  Tom finally says.
"Hell no!  I've finally got her where I want her."  Marty laughs.
"Really man, come on.  She doesn't find it funny."  I think it's
ridiculous that my big brother should be pleading my case like we
were five, so I kick back hard and the heel of my shoe connects
with Marty's shin.
"Ouch, shit!"  Marty says as he drops me on my ass.  "I was only
kidding Emmy."
I stare at him; I'm so enraged that I'm unable to even formulate
words.  I gruffly hoist myself up, grab my bag and head for the
house.
After a nights rest and a wonderful shower, things seem much
better.  I sit up in bed and stretch.  The room is still done all
in pink from when I was a child.  I think to myself that I should
update it somehow, but am not yet sure what I want to do.
I throw on a pair of clean shorts and a tank top, then head
downstairs.  The house smells wonderful.  I drift toward the
kitchen on a wave of aroma.  Everyone is already seated except
for Marguerite so I take my usual spot next to Dad.  I notice
that his salt and pepper hair has become more salt than pepper
since I last saw him.
"Hey Punkin.  Tommy told me you were home."  He kisses me on the
top of my head.
"Hey Daddy."  I say as I kiss his scruffy cheek.  His blue eyes
sparkle as he smiles at me.
"Hello Darling."  Marguerite stops by my seat and gently brushes
her hand through my long chestnut hair, before settling at the
other end of the table.
"Hello Marguerite.  This looks great."  I say pointing to the
feast on the table.
Marty was right about one thing.  She is a fantastic cook. 
Breakfast looks like a brunch buffet.
"Do you guys eat like this every morning?"  I ask.
"Nope.  This was special for your homecoming."  Marty says
bitterly.  "But didn't I tell you Mom was great?"
"Martin, c'est suffisant."  Marguerite says in a scolding tone.
"Oui, Maman."  Martin responds.  His French is surprisingly good
considering that he has virtually no accent when speaking
English.
Now I don't understand much French, but I'm pretty sure that she
just took him down a peg or two.  I smile secretly to myself as I
delicately place a forkful of eggs in my mouth.
Neither Tom, nor Alex has looked up from their plates once.  I
giggle a little to myself as I see them enjoying themselves while
Marty sits and sulks, intermittently shooting me dirty looks.
Once I am finished I get up from the table and begin to gather
the dishes.  The least I can do is help with that.
"Let me get these Marguerite."  I say appreciatively.  "It was
delicious.  Merci."  I say awkwardly.
Marty sniggers at me, but Marguerite shoots him death rays and
says.  "Bravo Madamouselle.  You're French is good, non?"
"Not really, but I'm trying."  I say bashfully as I head toward
the kitchen.
"What a delightful child you have Jeff."  I hear her say to Dad
as I leave the dining area.  I already like my new stepmother
more and more.
I'm in the kitchen scraping dishes and piling them into the
dishwasher when Tom comes in.
"Hey squirt!  You want some help with that?"  He says carrying
the remainder of the dishes.
"Tommy?  What's up?  You never offer to help."  I say
suspiciously.
"Well… I did want to talk to you about something."  He admits.
"Is this something named Martin Leroch?"  I ask annoyed.
"Yes, but don't get mad."  He adds quickly.
"What is it big bro?  I've been here for less than twenty four
hours and I've had just about all I can take from him already." 
I sigh.
"Well, he's not really all that bad Em.  It's just, he seems to
turn into an asshole when you're around is all.  I think he might
have a thing for you.  It's harmless.  You know how guys are. 
I'd like for us all to get along this summer.  It may be the last
one that we can all spend together."  His voice is determined.
"Ok, Ok.  I'll give him another shot, but if he tries anything
I'm not gonna kick him in the shin next time."  I hug him. 
"Thanks for the talk."
"No prob Sis.  Wanna go for a dip?"  He asks.
"Yeah after I'm done in here."  I reply.
"K, meet you out there."  He intones, already heading for the
door.
I knew he'd never help with the dishes!
I finish up in the kitchen and head up to my room to change.  One
thing I've always loved about this house is the in-ground pool in
the back.  I have to admit we've been spoiled, but not overly so.
 I put on my most modest bathing suit, which unfortunately turns
out to be a black tankini, but it's so hot I really don't care.
As I head toward the pool I can see that Marguerite and Dad are
sitting in the living area, watching TV.
"Going for a swim sweetheart?"  Dad asks idly as I pass by.
"Yep."  I answer.
"Enjoy yourself darling.  The boys are already out there." 
Marguerite says excitedly.
Oh no!  The boys?  As in plural?  I'm horrified to find out that
all three of them are already in the pool.  I suddenly feel the
need to wrap my towel around myself and run back into the house.
I look at them rough housing and having fun.  It's so hot
outside; I don't see why I should punish myself  because Marty's
a dick.
I throw my beach towel onto a sun chair and jump in the deep end.
"Whoo!"  I scream as I surface.  "Did you guys turn off the
heater?"
"Yeah, it's better for your sperm count."  Marty says
sarcastically.
"Just ignore him Emmy.  We turned it off because it's better
conditioning for the winter season."  Alex says defensively.
Wow!  He said two words.  I'm pleasantly surprised.
"Oh, I see."  I reply, not really knowing what he's talking
about.
Tom approaches me and we begin to swim laps.  We start to race,
as is our usual routine.  I'm really getting into the groove and
about an inch away from beating him when I feel myself being
lifted from the water.
"Don't you want to play with me?"  It's Marty.  Quel surprise!
I sputter as his arms close around my waist, pulling my chest to
his.  His hands unceremoniously make their way to my bottom.
"No I don't want to play with you and let me go right now
Martin!"  I'm practically yelling.
Both Tom and Alex are shouting at him to leave me alone, but he
just leers at me as his hands squeeze my butt cheeks.  I smack
him in the face and wriggle free.
"Aw come on baby, can't you take a joke?"  He yells after me as I
brusquely leave the pool and plop down in the cabana, closing the
curtains behind me.
I flop myself down on the cushy surface and fume.  Several
minutes pass before the gauzy white curtains ruffle.  I look
over, hoping that it's Tom come to rescue me.  Instead Marty
sticks his stupid head in.
"Fuck of.  I mean it."  I say.
"Listen Emmy, I just want to talk to you ok?"  He sounds
genuinely remorseful.
"Ok, but if you so much as look at me funny, I'll scream bloody
murder."  I shoot back.
"Is that what you think of me?"  He looks down, wounded.
"Oh gosh!"  I feel guilty as I scoot over to allow him space to
sit.  "Well Marty, you have to admit that you've made it pretty
hard to like you."
He takes the spot next to me and the curtain falls shut behind
him.  "I know and I'm sorry.  I just… You know I've been used to
having Mom all to myself for as long as I can remember and I was
jealous.  Also you're really something Emmy and I just didn't
know how to handle you."
"Handle me?"  I ask
"Yeah.  The reason why I got so angry yesterday is because you're
right.  You are a lot smarter than me.  I'm not used to being
challenged by women other than Mom.  They're usually either
trying to get into my pants or trying to get into my wallet.  I'm
not sure how to relate to you."  He admits.
"Like a human being would be a good start.  Talk to me just as if
I were Alex or Tom.  You know, one of the guys."  I offer
helpfully.
"Well that will be hard to do, but I'll try.  You're friendship
is important to me and I'm sorry that I was such an ass."  His
smile is glistening and for the first time I can see how the
dimples next to his mouth light up his face when he's happy.
"It's ok.  I'm sorry I was such a bitch."  I concede.  "Friends?"
 I offer my hand.
"Friends."  He winks at me and shakes it.
I feel a wave of mischievousness come over me.  "Well you know
what I do to my friends who piss me off?"  I say playfully.
"What?"  He looks perplexed.
"This."  I say as I shoot forward and straddle his thighs.
I begin to tickle is well-toned sides mercilessly.  It has the
effect that I wanted.  He wriggles and laughs uncontrollably.
"There.  Now I feel better."  I say as his breathing slows.
"Oh really?  Well do you know what I do to hot girls who tickle
me?"  He intones.
"What?"  I ask smiling, happy over my small victory.
"This."  His voice is lusty as he leans forward and brushes his
lips against mine tentatively.
At first I'm not sure how to feel, but as he presses his mouth
harder against mine I feel myself respond.  His hands wrap around
my waist and settle in the small of my back as he gently pokes
his tongue into my mouth.  I tangle my fingers in his thick dark
hair as I kiss him harder.  It's been quite some time and, let's
face it, he's hot as hell.
I begin to moan softly as he runs his fingers up and down my
back, ever so gently.  He lies down, taking me with him.  I'm
really into it, kissing and exploring his body with my hands as
he does the same to me.
"You're so hot."  He whispers between kisses.
He slides his hands up the outside of my bikini top and cups my
breasts.  I can feel his manhood stiffening between my thighs. 
Wait a minute!  What the hell am I doing?  This is going too far.
 I break our immoral embrace and pant.
"M..Marty.  I'm sorry.  I can't do this."  I straighten my
bathing suit, tie up my tussled hair and bolt for the house.
In my room I berate myself mercilessly.  What the hell am I
doing?  I'm such a fucking tease!  First I hate him, then I like
him, and then I hate him again.  Maybe he was right, I must be
the one with the problem.  I pull off my wet suit and toss it
into the hamper with disgust.  I dry off and put on a comfortable
lounging outfit, consisting of a pair of fleece shorts and a
matching tee shirt.
Not knowing what else to do, I begin to pack for the trip to
Jamaica.  As I'm folding my little black dress I hear a knock at
the door.
"Come in."  I say, not thinking.
"Emmy?"  Shit it's Marty!
"Yeah Marty.  I'm really sorry, but…"
He cuts me off.  "No, I'm sorry.  I never should have made a
move.  We're friends and that's that.  I won't try anything like
that again, I promise."
"Really?"  I turn to look at him, more than a little
disappointed, despite myself.
"Really Emmy.  I'll be a total gentleman, and stop acting like a
creepy monkey.  Scouts honour."  He puts his hand up in the Boy
Scout salute.
"Umm… Marty?"  I ask tentatively.
"Yeah."  He looks at me interestedly.
"That wasn't the problem…" I can't believe I'm about to say this,
but I just can't stop myself.
  "What are you talking about Em?"  He furrows his brow,
obviously perplexed.
"Well…  I don't want you to think I'm crazy…" Oh I'm totally
loosing the point.  "You see…" I can feel my cheeks blushing
scarlet.
"Just spit it out.  You can be honest with me."  He says,
obviously expecting a blow off.
"The problem is that I liked it."  I say too quickly to stop
myself.
"HUH?"  He looks at me in disbelief.
"Oh don't make me repeat it!"  I beg.
"Ok, ok.  So what are we going to do about it?"  He asks
impishly.
2
I'm tossing and turning, replaying my discussion with Marty over
and over in my head.  It's been two days since we've even given
each other more than a sideways glance.  I can't stop thinking
about him.  His eyes, his lips, his strong arms, the more than
adequate bulge I felt in his bathing suit…
I squeeze my eyes shut and will myself to sleep.  Nothing…  I
can't help but berate myself as his words float through my head.
"Well Emmy, I know it's unusual, but I'm willing to give it a
shot if you are."  He had said, a lusty grin causing his adorable
dimples to deepen.
"I'm sorry Marty, but it's just not right.  I can't."  I had
replied looking down at the floor.
I heard the door click as he silently left my room.
Needless to say, it has been the longest forty-eight hours of my
life.  The sexiest guy who's been interested in me in a long time
and I just let him walk out the door.  Now we're not talking,
which makes things awkward.  He doesn't even bother to tease me
at breakfast any more.  I cant.  I can't?!?!?  What kind of an
idiot am I?
I consider pleasuring myself in order to relax, but
disappointedly remember that I burned my vibrator out this
afternoon.  As I said, it's been a long two days…  I glance at
the clock and it's already one am.  If I don't get some sleep
soon I'll be a wreck, our plane to Jamaica leaves at nine.
I lay on my back, just wishing that Marty would sneak in here and
slip into bed with me.  I can picture his large hands caressing
my body over the delicate red fabric of my baby dolls.  What am I
doing just laying here and fantasizing like some hormonal
schoolgirl?
I'm certainly not the damsel in distress type, so I throw myself
out of bed and wrap a bathrobe around the lacy fabric of my
nightclothes.  I tiptoe toward Marty's room, determined to put an
end to my torment.
When I get to the door it's open a crack and I can see a faint
light emanating from within.  Not wanting to interrupt anything I
knock gently.
"Huh?"  I hear from the other side.
"It's me."  I whisper
"Emmy?"  He whispers back.
"Yeah.  Can I come in?"  I feel silly talking to the door and am
glad when he grunts his consent.
I gingerly open it and step inside, closing it behind me.  Marty
is sitting up in bed, hair tussled and bare from the waist up. 
He pulls off his glasses as I enter, putting both them and the
sci-fi novel that he was reading on his nightstand.  My
determination wavers somewhat as his presence makes me nervous. 
I pull my bathrobe closer to my neck.
"Can't sleep?"  I ask in a friendly tone.
"Nope."  He says looking at me dispassionately.
"Well, I couldn't sleep either… and I wanted to…" I stutter.
"Wanted to interrupt my reading?"  He looks annoyed.
My tires completely deflate.  "No, I just wanted to talk, but it
can wait."  I say, meekly heading for the door.
"Em, wait!"  He calls after me, empathy dripping from his voice.
I turn to face him, he hasn't moved from his spot, but his
expression is much softer.
"Yeah?"  I enquire.
"What did you want to talk about?"  He sighs, sounding defeated.
Looking at his stunning features and the little hint of a smile
at the corners of his full mouth I feel devilish again.
"This."  I say plainly as I undo my robe and let it fall to the
floor.
He stares at me, eyes wide.  "Yowza!"  He intones.
"You ‘aint seen nothin' yet, baby."  My drawl escapes as I make
my way to the bed.
"I hope I can handle it my southern belle."  He smirks, opening
his arms to me.
Starting at the foot, I sensuously crawl up the mattress, bending
low to give him a good view of my cleavage.  I look deeply into
his eyes as I straddle his lap and touch my nose to his.
"I don't think you can."  I say, kissing him hard on the mouth.
His arms surround me and pull me close.  He's crushing my body to
his as if trying to fuse us together into one.  When I pull away
he looks at my face for any sign of hesitance and finds none.
"You really are beautiful, Cherie."  He breathes as he runs a
finger up my cheek and through my hair.
"Don't use that French mumbo jumbo on me LaRoch!"  I joke.  "The
proof is in the pudding.
"Well then hang on for a wild ride, Baby!"  He says naughtily as
he flips me on my back.
I can feel the delicious weight of him on top of me as we begin
to kiss furiously, tongues probing each-others mouths.  I feel
goose bumps rise as he runs his fingers up my arms and down the
front of my frilly nightgown.  He slips his eager hands up inside
and cups my breasts as if trying to devour them with his grasp. 
I moan softly into our kiss when he gently flicks the nipples
with his thumbs.
"Oh!  I see you like that."  His voice is husky with lust.
I simply moan and nod my agreement.  All of the pent up sexual
tension from the past two days is coming to a head and I simply
want to rip off my clothes and beg him to take me, but I'm
curious to see what he's going to do next.
I groan my displeasure as his muscles ripple and he lifts himself
off of me.  I'm not disappointed however, when he yanks the thin
fabric of my baby doll top over my head and lowers his mouth to
my right breast.  I groan loudly with pleasure as he draws gentle
circles around my nipple with his warm tongue.  He repeats the
process on the other side before kissing a trail down to the
waistband of my lace boy shorts.
He moans his appreciation as he breathes me in.  I'm so excited
that I want to jump out of my skin when I feel him slide the
fabric down over my hips and discard it.  I'm lying there bare
and totally at his mercy.
"You're spectacular."  He breathes as his gaze travels over my
body, no need for imaginary undressing.
"You're not so bad yourself."  I wink, taking in his form.  In
this light he appears to be chiselled out of marble.
He smiles wryly as he lowers himself back onto the bed, spreading
my legs apart.  I'm delighted at what he does next.  He plants a
kiss right on my pubic bone, just above my soaking slit, before
diving in.  His tongue feels like heaven as it alternately teases
my clit and dips into my aching passage.  My brain clouds with
images of every dirty thing that I want us to do to each other as
my body is carried away on waves of bliss.
"St..stop for a sec."  I can hardly catch my breath.
"Huh?"  He looks up at me concerned.  "Am I hurting you?"
"No."  I say slyly, "But I don't see why you get to have all the
fun."
I gently push him back with my knees as I sit up, grabbing the
top of his black boxer briefs and yanking them down impatiently.
He looks confused until I lay him flat on his back.  His
perplexed expression turns to delight as I take a seat on his
waiting tongue and bend down to start my own handy work.
I feel his enthusiastic mouth resume it's work on my dripping
slit as I slowly stroke his rapidly expanding cock.  I giggle at
the vibration as he moans into my honey pot.  Urged on by his
reaction I slowly and tentatively lick from the base of his
manhood all the way to the sensitive tip.  He shudders under me.
His moaning increases and he works even harder on me when I slip
his pulsing head between my lips.  The salty taste of him makes
me smile as I roll my tongue around the ridge, teasingly. 
Quickly and without warning, I plunge down his shaft, taking in
as much as I can and sucking hard on my way back up.  He bucks
against me as he pushes his face even deeper into my slit.  This
is so exquisitely intimate and dirty that I'm quickly pushed over
the edge.  I stiffen and buck as his talented tongue brings me to
climax.
His excited member falls from my mouth and I lay on his chest for
a moment, panting and trying to catch my breath.  I can feel his
hands lovingly stroking my back and ass as I kiss whatever part
of his body I can reach without shifting.  Once I've recovered
enough to move I disengage myself from his grasp and kneel beside
him.  I kiss him lovingly on the mouth and taste myself on his
slick lips.
"MMMMMMMM" I moan as I sit astride him.
His face lights up like a kid at Christmas as he realizes what
I'm about to do.  I carefully position the head of his swollen
shaft at the opening of my eager pussy and kiss him once more
before impaling myself.  I cry out as I feel the fullness of him
penetrate and completely fill me up.  This is what I've been
missing and it's a sensation that even the best of vibrators
cannot provide.  I lift my ass and thrust myself over and over
onto his rock hard cock, my muscles clenching as if trying to
milk it for every last drop of what it can provide.  It's not
long before we're both crying out in climax.
I collapse on him again, totally spent and shimmering with sweat.
 He kisses the top of my head and gently tickles his fingers up
and down my spine.
"Wow."  He moans, "Looks like I was the one in for a ride."
I giggle and smack him softly on the arm.  I brush my lips
against his neck before standing to look for my discarded
clothing.
"Where do you think you're going, little Miss?"  He asks, laying
on his side and gazing at me affectionately.
"Back to my room."  I state plainly, unable to locate my
underpants.
"Oh no you don't.  I'm not just some piece of meat.  You can't
make love to a guy the way that you just made love to me then
expect him to simply let you walk out."  His tone is light, but I
get the feeling that he's only half joking.
"So what do you suggest?  I can't spend the night in here!"  I
shoot back, annoyed at not being able to locate the missing
garment.
"You most certainly can."  He says as he gets up, grabs me and
carries me back to bed.
"What if someone finds us?"  I protest.
"Then let them.  I'm a cuddler and that's that."  He smiles at me
before pulling my head to his chest.
Though I have virtually no say in the matter, I feel oddly
comfortable in his embrace.  I would usually rail against anyone
telling me what to do, but it's not long before his steady
breathing and heart beat lull me to sleep.
3
I can hear someone barrelling through the house on heavy
footfalls.
"Dad!  I can't find her anywhere!"  It's Tommy
At first my sleepy brain doesn't register what's going on, but
soon enough I snap upright in bed.  Shit, I spent all night in
bed with Marty!  Now Tom's looking for me, probably for some last
minute plans, and I have no idea what I'm going to do.
I look at the alarm clock; it reads six am.  Damn, they're up
early.  My mind races with how the hell I'm going to get out of
this one.  Do I take my chances and sneak out?  I don't even know
where my clothes are.  Maybe if I'm just very quiet…
There's a knock at the door.  More like a sinister pounding.  I
have the sinking feeling that my protective older brother already
suspects that I'm in here.
Marty groans and turns over.  He looks at me and smiles, before
Tommy bangs again and he realizes what woke him.  His eyes widen
momentarily, but then he regains his composure.
"Yeah?"  He intones deeply.
"It's Tommy.  Have you seen Emmy anywhere?"  Tom asks annoyed.
"Nope."  Marty tries.
"Huh?  I can't hear you, I'm coming in."  Tom says assertively.
As the knob turns, I barely have time to dive under the covers
before he's in the room.  This could be very awkward, so I remain
as quiet and still as possible, trying not even to breathe too
loudly.
"Hey dude, have you seen Em?  She's not in her room and Dad needs
to see her about her passport."  Tom says, somewhat deflated at
not catching us red handed.
"Nope."  Marty repeats, straight faced.
"That's weird."  I can almost hear Tom scratching his head.
"Maybe."  Marty is sticking to one-word answers to prevent being
found out.
This bugs me a little.  Wasn't he the one who said that he didn't
care if we were found out?  I begin to feel naughty again.  I'm
practically face to face with his crotch and with a slight crane
of my neck I put myself in position to tease him with my tongue.
I begin to flick around the head, softly at first and then more
vigorously.  His voice wavers as he begins to grow hard.
"M…Maybe she went out for a… Ah… Ah… run."  He manages.
"At this time?"  Tom sounds even more confused.
"Well you know how she likes to keep that cute body in shape." 
His voice is definitely amorous at this point, a deaf person
could even hear his attraction for me.
I begin to pray that Tommy will accept that and leave.  I don't
want to stop what I'm doing, because the power is turning me on
to no end, but I don't want to get caught either.
"I guess.  You alright man?"  Tom enquires.
"Oh Yeah!"  Marty sighs before catching himself.  "I just have a
bit of a stomach ache."  He adds quickly.
I smile secretly to myself.
"Well I'm sure she'll be back soon, she knows when we have to
leave."  Tom says sceptically as he leaves the room and closes
the door behind him.
I take this as my cue to slide Marty's cock as far down my throat
as it will comfortably go.  He moans loudly with surprise and
pleasure.  He allows me to do this a few more times before
reaching for me and pulling me up to his face.
"Oh woman, you are evil."  He smiles.  "If he would have found
you in here, he would have beaten the living shit out of me."
"What happened to last night superman?"  I tease.  "Thought you
didn't care if we got caught."
"I don't, but you obviously do, so I was trying to respect your
decision."  He says sarcastically as he kisses me on the mouth. 
"Besides, Tom is totally in love with you, wouldn't want to break
his little heart."
"Gross!"  I yell.
Marty laughs heartily before gently pulling my face toward his. 
"Come here gorgeous."  He whispers before kissing me hard on the
mouth.
He starts to caress me gently and run his fingers through my
hair.  I feel a tingle go up my spine.  I kiss him back harder
than he did me, and then push him away slightly.
"I don't have time for this making love shit."  I say mockingly,
"Just FUCK me already LaRoch, and make it snappy."
"Ooooh, in the mood for a quickie?"  Marty smiles.  "Well hold
onto your hat."
He gently lifts me off him and places me facing the headboard.  I
try to turn over to lie down and spread my legs, but he stops me.
"Nah Uh!"  He wags a stern finger at me.
"Huh?"  I enquire.
"Like this baby."  He intones as he pulls me up onto my hands and
knees.
Before I know what's happening, he's entered me from behind.  I
gasp in surprise, then in pleasure as the head of his cock bangs
up against the sweet spot inside of me.  He grabs my hips and
begins pumping slowly at first and then harder and faster.  I've
never let any guy do it to me like this before, and now I'm
cursing myself for never having tried it.  The ecstasy is
immeasurable as thrust after thrust sends me closer to the edge.
He's pounding me hard and fast now, I can hear his breath come
quicker as I lower my head and bite on the pillow to keep from
crying out.
His grip on me tightens as he begins to push my hips back and
forth in time with his thrusts.  Suddenly he stiffens in climax,
grunting and moaning as quietly as possible in this situation.  I
can feel him gushing inside of me and again smile secretly to
myself.  What a bad girl I am.
We collapse into each others arms, he's kissing me feverishly on
the forehead.
"That was amazing Em."  Marty sighs as he relaxes onto the
pillows.
"It sure was.  I needed a crash helmet that time."  I joke.
He giggles and kisses me again.
Feeling energized, I bound from bed, find my clothes and head for
my room to take care a few last minute details, including my
passport.
4
The plane ride can be summed up in one word, Boring!  I'm trying
to keep busy as Tom snores beside me.  That bastard took the
window seat and then fell asleep for the majority of the ride; I
don't even have scenery to keep me company.  I vaguely toy with
the idea of smacking him on the head with the boring in flight
magazine provided, but decide I don't want to go through my
entire vacation on crutches.
I'm scrolling desperately through my iPod, trying to find
something that will amuse me when I hear Marty and Alex whooping
softly in the seats in front of us.  I stand up and poke my head
over the back of their chairs, those asshats brought a portable
DVD player and they're watching Hockey highlights from the
previous season.  Not only am I pissed that they brought a DVD
player and didn't offer to share, but the level of narcissism
also nauseates me as I realize that they are watching themselves.
"Hey you rat bastards."  I hiss.
"Huh?"  Both of them look up at me perplexed.
"I'm sitting here, in coach, with my snoring brother, while Dad
and Marguerite sit in first class sipping martinis, pulling my
damn hair out from boredom and you don't even offer to share."  I
seethe.
"Sorry Barbie, we didn't bring any soap operas."  Marty needles
me.
"Fuck you LaRoch!"  I blurt as I climb out of my seat and into
their small compartment.
I squeeze in, putting myself between them and the small screen. 
The space is so tiny, and both men so large that there is
literally no room.  I decide to plop myself down between them,
one ass cheek on each of their knees.
"What the hell are you doing Em?"  Marty asks annoyed.
"Looking at what else you brought."  I say bending, looking under
the seat for their stash of movies.  "You don't need to further
inflate your already enormous ego by watching yourself clobber
the other team.  It's summer, give it a rest."  I add.
When I right myself, tote bag in hand, I realize that Alex is
silent, but blushing furiously.  It occurs to me that I must have
given them both quite a show of my thong-clad ass, bending in my
ultra low-rise jeans.  My suspicion is confirmed when I look at
Marty.  He's grinning from ear to ear, with an evil twinkle in
his eye.
"Well from what I heard, my ego is just about where it should
be."  He leers at me provocatively.
I shoot him a look that says shut the fuck up Marty, but can't
help smiling back.  Alex still looks embarrassed, but now
confused and a little pissed off.  For the first time, it occurs
to me that I might be overstepping my boundaries and I genuinely
feel bad about it.
"Sorry Al."  I say abashedly.  "I shouldn't drag you into our
stupid fights.  I'll go."
I get up to leave, Alex tries to stop me, but I'm really too
embarrassed at my bad behaviour to turn around.  Girl, have you
gone crazy?  Tears sting my eyes as I rush toward the back of the
cabin.  I find the little room where the flight attendants are
supposed to sit is empty so I rush in and close the curtain
behind me.  Tears of bashfulness and frustration run down my
cheeks.  I'm so lost and confused.  The emotions of the past few
days are hitting me hard and it's all because Alex looked at me
disapprovingly.  His glare told me that he knows about Marty and
I, and for some reason this fills me with shame.  I have no idea
what to do.  I feel like I've created a major divide that can't
be undone.  It hits me what a mess this would be if it were ever
to come out.  If compassionate old Alex could be horrified what
would Dad and Tom think?
Just then, the curtain rustles and in walks Marty.  Damn, why
does he always show up when I'm upset?
"Emmy?"  He enquires concerned.
I wipe the tears from my eyes.  "Yeah?"  I croak.
Marty's expression is filled with compassion.  "Hey I'm sorry
that I made fun of you.  I didn't know that you would be so
sensitive after…  I thought I was just having fun."  He admits.
"That's not it Marty."  I sniff.
"Then what is it Baby?"  He asks, moving to take me in his arms.
I duck out of the way; he looks wounded and quizzical.
"I just can't, ok.  This was a huge mistake."  I blurt, trying to
escape the confined space.
"No way."  Marty grabs my arm, pulling me back in.  "We're going
to talk about this."
"It's just that… Well…" I'm desperately trying not to cry again.
"The way that Alex looked at us Marty.  People will be looking at
us like that forever.  This isn't right and it can't continue."
"I'm sorry Emmy, but you're wrong."  He say's plainly, as if it's
the most sure he's ever been about anything in his life.
I'm stunned by his certainty.  "How do you know?"
"I know because it doesn't feel wrong."  He looks into my eyes. 
"If you can honestly tell me that this feels wrong, when we're
alone, no one to judge us, then I'll leave you be."
I wiggle a little, uncomfortable about what's happening and even
more so at the feelings that his intense gaze is causing me.
"I can't."  I reply, almost too softly to hear.
"Well then, it's not over."  He bends slightly and brushes his
lips against mine.
Again, just like the times before, I feel that I have no control
over my actions or my body.  I respond immediately by pressing my
mouth to his.  His hands slip down, cupping my buttocks and
gently lifting me.  He presses me up against the wall as he
deepens our kiss.  Both of our bodies are going into overdrive
before I have a chance to think.  He holds me up with his pelvis
as his hands reach for the buttons of my shirt.
I break the kiss, huffing and puffing, trying to get air into my
lungs.
"Marty we better stop.  I do not want to start a relationship by
joining the mile high club with you."  I gasp.
"Ungh!"  He complains, but then brightens.  "Relationship?"
"Well what would you call it?"  I ask defensively, coming back to
myself.
"Hot as hell is what I would call it, but I had no idea that you
were open to…"
I cut him off, disengaging myself and landing back on the floor
in front of him.  "Woah, buddy.  I didn't commit to anything…"
"Well what about a small commitment?"  He smiles devilishly.
"It depends."  I'm trying my very best to have a poker face.
"Stay with me in Jamaica."  He asks softly.
"Well of course dummy, I'm not leaving…" I reply, totally not
getting it.
"No Em, with me in the same room.  You know like a couple.  I'd
like to give it a go."  He clarifies.
I stare at him astounded.  "In Jamaica?  Like with our families?
I don't think so, Marty."
"No one has to know… Well Alex does, but no one else.  I can
switch our suite for a king and then Alex can stay in your room.
You were going to stay alone weren't you?"  His voice is thick
with implication.
"Well yes…" I'm still unsure.
"Our parents will be way too busy to notice anything.  And don't
you think this deserves a shot Emmy?"  His face is pouty.
"I guess…" The thought of spending two weeks sleeping in the same
bed as this man does seem tempting.
"Come on Em, please?  If it doesn't work out then I will leave
you alone for the rest of our lives, scouts honour."  He salutes,
obviously not knowing what the scout sign is.
I giggle, "Ok, but you've got to be subtle."
"Awesome.  Now come back and watch a movie with us.  It'll be
your choice, I spoke to Alex and he feels bad for upsetting you."
"Aw, Marty, did you have to do that?"  I'm embarrassed anew.  I'm
a little unnerved as I can see that subtlety is obviously not his
strong suit.
"Yes."  He states plainly, grabbing me by the hand and
practically dragging me back to his seat.
On arrival, Alex seems back to his old thoughtful self.  He
smiles at me and hands me the carry on containing the DVD's.
"Here Emmy, anything you want."  He pats his knee for me to come
and sit again.
I move in and wait for Marty to take his chair.  I sit as I did
before, but lean back between the two of them, so we can all see
the screen.  I hand Marty the movie; he pops it in.  And so the
remainder of the flight is spent watching a stupid comedy and
snuggling intimately with my gorgeous new boyfriend and his
equally gorgeous best friend.  Sometimes loosing your cool has
its rewards.
5
Ochos Rios is beautiful.  I have to admit that the resort that
Dad has chosen is phenomenal.  The accommodations are beautifully
decorated in bright colours and the staff is very cordial.  It
was quite an effort obtaining the beautiful sweet that Marty and
I are to share for the next two weeks.  It took some persuading
to get Alex to go along with our plan and it was even harder not
to let Dad overhear, but standing at the enormous window I must
say, it was worth it.  Sandy beaches gleam as far as the eye can
see, with crystal clear blue waters licking at their shores.  I
hold myself around feeling the cool acclimatized air and just
bask in the pure beauty and relaxation of it all.
I turn to face Marty, who is already getting ready for tonight's
dinner.  Despite our clever and quick attempts at deception, we
were unable to get out of a group gathering for this evenings
meal.  Dad insisted that we all meet at one of the resorts many
five star restaurants to ‘start off the vacation right'.  He
promised to leave us to our own devices for the rest of the trip
if we would just accommodate that one desire of his.  So who were
we to argue?
Marty's standing at the side of the plush king sized bed, looking
at several shirts quizzically.  He scratches his face as if his
wardrobe is the most important decision he will ever have to
make.
"Need help slugger?"  I chide.
"Yeah baby, what does someone wear to one of these things?  I've
been all over the world, but all I've ever had to worry about was
my hockey uniform.  Should I wear a suit?"  He looks at me with a
worried frown on his face.
"No sweetie."  I reply, "Just no jeans and tee shirts.  You can
wear slacks and a button up shirt."
He smiles in relief.  "Thanks, what would I do without you?"
"Have a wardrobe malfunction and a far less attractive roommate."
 I joke again.
This time he takes the bait and laughs with me.  I smile as I
take in the surroundings.  This is certainly a perfect place to
start a new relationship.  The bed is large and comfortable; the
suite has everything one could want.  A large deck for moon
gazing, a small table and chairs for in room dining and a
beautiful marble bathroom with double shower and whirlpool tub. 
It practically screams honeymoon.  I wonder idly if Marty did
this on purpose.
  I kiss Marty lightly on the mouth as I pass him on my way to
the ornate washroom.  I apply my makeup, very subtly, but with a
bit more glitter than usual.  I figure it makes me look summery.
Gazing at myself in the mirror, I'm satisfied with my now large
looking hazel eyes, flushed cheeks and cherry lips, but my hair
leaves me wanting.  It's just hanging down my back, like a
chestnut mop.  I make faces at myself in the mirror, trying to
decide what to do with it.  I finally settle on pining it up in a
somewhat messy up-do.  I smile at myself, feeling that the
tendrils of hair on top of my head complete the look.
Marty is already finished dressing and standing out on the deck.
From the back he looks like some kind of businessman who erupted
all over a Greek god.  His tailored clothes fit him perfectly,
showcasing his broad back and tight ass.  I feel a little flush
in my nether regions and curse our family commitments.  I decide
that this evening calls for a touch of mischief, and slip on my
favourite black lace teddy.  I'm feeling super naughty, so I top
off this look with a matching garter belt and black thigh high
stockings.  I grin to myself as I run my hands over the fine
fabric, imagining Marty's surprise when he finally gets me back
to the room.  I squirm happily as I finish tonight's wardrobe
with my favourite slinky black dress.
	"Hey gorgeous."  He growls into my ear from behind.
	"Hey yourself."  I say turning to face him.
"Yowza!" is all he can say at my appearance.
"You like that word, don't you?"  I smirk.
"You have NO idea."  He grins back.
After an impromptu make out session, much straightening of
clothing and reapplication of lipstick, we decide that our best
plan of action would be to arrive for dinner separately.  Marty
leaves before I do, I count to fifty and then leave myself.
I am, of course the last to arrive at the steak house themed
restaurant and everyone at the wooden table stares at me
indignantly.  Alex of course makes quite a show of complaining
about how hungry he is and how curious it was that only Marty and
I were late.  I glare at him as I take my seat between Dad and
Tommy.
"Well then, let's not waste any more time talking, go ahead and
order."  My tone is snippy.
This seems to shut him up.  After the initial discomfort of the
confrontation between Alex and myself, dinner goes on smoothly. 
The food is really delicious and everyone is in a cheerful mood.
Tommy chatters on about this girl that he has already met, which
doesn't surprise me.  He always has a girlfriend on vacation.  It
seems to be that combination of his sandy good looks and
seductive drawl; the chicks just go wild.  Not that I can blame
them, but he is my brother.
Dad and Marguerite seem lost in their own little world,
disengaging from each other's gaze only long enough to add
one-syllable words to the conversation.  Marty and Alex talk
about sports, of course.  Marty intermittently shoots me longing
looks, while Alex occasionally does the same with dirty ones. 
His attitude is really starting to bother me, and I'm wracking my
brain to try and figure it out.  Why does he suddenly seem to
hate me?  Then it dawns on me.  I'm stealing his best friend. 
He's been banished to a small corner by himself whilst Marty and
I spend time together.  Of course he's angry! Boys can often be
like that, and trust me, despite their ages and builds; all three
young men at this table are certainly boys.  I make a decision to
speak to him privately later and explain the situation more
thoroughly.
When dinner is over, Dad kisses me and thanks us all for
attending, but it's obvious that all he wants to do is get back
to his room with his new wife.  They're gone before you could say
consummate.
The four of us sit there, contemplating what to do with the rest
of our evening.  Marty suggests gambling at one of the casinos
and Tommy seems really into the idea of bringing his girl along.
Alex of course pouts and refuses to go, despite Marty's efforts
to cheer him on.  Honestly I would love to go, be part of the fun
and meet Tommy's newest conquest, but I see my opportunity to
speak to Alex and decide to tell everyone that I'm too tired from
the flight and will see them later.
"You sure Emmy?"  Tommy asks, unconvinced.  "You love a good
wager."
"Yeah, I'm positive."  I lie.
"I guess I'll skip it too then."  Marty says, "I don't want to
split up the group."
"No really."  I insist.  "I'll be terrible company, I'm just
going to lie down.  Go and have fun."
"Ok."  Both Marty and Tommy say, unsure.
They take off in one direction; wile Alex goes in the other,
toward the front exit.  I wait a couple of minutes, until Tom and
Marty are out of sight then quickly follow Alex.  It's difficult
to catch up with him as he is about a head taller than me and in
really good shape.  By the time I intercept him, he's halfway
down to the deserted beach.
"Al, wait up!"  I pant.
He turns and looks at me puzzled.  "What are you doing here, Em?"
 His tone is annoyed.
"I just…want to talk."  I'm desperately trying to catch my
breath.
"Well, we'll have to talk over there on the smokers deck.  I need
one real bad."  He points toward an empty, shrub covered deck,
overlooking the ocean.
"Smokers Deck?"  I breathe.  "Ok."
Out of spite, he does not slow down the rest of the way there and
I practically collapse on a wooden cabana chair on arrival.  Alex
pulls out a small pack of Marlboro's and offers me one.  Normally
I would, but I can't breathe as it is, so I wave him away.  He
lights one and takes an orgasmic looking drag.
"Damn that's good."  He sighs.  "So talk."  He stares at me.
I've caught my breath enough to stand up, so I position myself
face to face with him so there are no misunderstandings of facial
expression in the dim light.
"I'm really sorry about what's happening and I want to try and
work it out."  I begin.
"What's happening?"  He's being no help.
"Well you're obviously upset about Marty and I."  I offer.
"And?"  He probes.
I want to smack him for being so callus, but calmly continue.  "I
never meant to take your friend away from you Al.  I know you two
are close and it must be upsetting that I'm here in the middle
and…"
"Oh my God woman!  Is that what you think?"  He's incredulous.
"Well then what is it?"  I cock my head.  "You're obviously
livid."
"How could you think?  I'm not in kindergarten you know…  Geez!"
"That still doesn't answer my question."  I probe.
"Just never mind ok?  Go ahead and enjoy your vacation.  Don't
worry about it."  He spits.
"I am worried about it Alex.  I like you.  I thought we were
friends.  You're such a nice guy normally and I just what to know
what I did."  I raise my voice.
"The same thing that all the other girls do."  He replies
enigmatically.
"Huh?"  Now I'm really confused.
"Oh God Emmy, just leave it alone!"  He turns away.
"Not until you say we're friends again.  I understand if you
don't want to share whatever is bothering you, but I want us to
get along."  I insist.
"I can't."  It's practically a whisper.
"Why not?  Am I that horrible?"  I'm offended now.
"No."  His tone softens as he turns to face me again.  "That's
not it at all.  Boy you're clueless."
"Just spill it."  I'm rapidly loosing my patience.
"You're not horrible at all.  The problem is that I do like you
Emmy.  Too much."  He gazes as the floor, nervously shuffling one
shoe back and forth.
"Oh!"  I say feeling stupid.
"It's generally understood that Marty gets the girls.  I'm just
too shy most of the time, but with you well…  I thought that his
relation to you would… I really liked you from the beginning and
well I thought I had a chance.  I never thought that he would try
anything with his stepsibling."  He frowns.  "I should have known
better.  I should have made a move before he did.  I wish I had.
It drives me crazy seeing you two together."
I'm lost for words, I have no idea what to say, but I can feel
the pain in his voice.  I do the most natural thing for me in
this type of situation and just throw my arms around his neck,
holding him in an attempt at comfort.  At first he's frozen, not
knowing what to do.  I'm sure he expected me to laugh or walk
away.  As he realizes that I'm not going anywhere, he seems to
melt as his arms go around my waist.
He buries his face in my hair and whispers.  "I wish it could
have been different."
Before I can stop myself I reply.  "Me too."
I realize that in this moment, despite whatever else is going on,
I really do feel that way.  He's gentle and polite and
respectful, all of the things that I usually admire and right
now, when we're alone, Marty ceases to exist.
"You do?"  He pulls away to examine my expression.
"I'm really confused, but all I know is that in this moment I
feel so close to you Al.  I don't know.  I guess so."  I blabber.
 Then it happens.  He leans in and kisses me, a soft tender kiss,
devoid of any aggressiveness or hostility.  The kiss of someone
who really cares about the one they are kissing, a prince
charming kiss.  And, as it happened many times before, with this
man's best friend in fact, I find myself unwittingly responding.
Millions of things rush through my head.  What about Marty? is my
first thought.  What about poor Alex, am I giving him false hope?
 What would Dad think?  What would Tom think?  A relationship
with Alex would be so much easier.  I didn't promise Marty
anything.  But the one thought that drowns out all the others is,
I don't want this to stop.
I moan my displeasure as he finally disengages our mouths.
"I'm sorry Emmy.  I just wanted to do it once."  He smiles bitter
sweetly.
"Don't be." is all I can muster.
"Really?"  He's in disbelief at this point that I haven't slapped
him.
"Really."  I assure him.
"Well then will you do something for me?"  His nose is still
touching mine.
"Maybe."  I reply.
"Give me a couple of hours of your time.  There's something I
would love to do with you."  He smiles.
The war in my brain starts anew, but I hear myself saying.  "Ok."
"Great, just wait here."  He kisses me quickly one more time as
if storing it up until the next time he gets to see me.
"Do me a favour."  I add quickly.
"Yeah?"  He asks.
"Leave me one of those smokes."  I admonish.
"Sure."  He hands me the fragrant tube and heads off toward the
beach.
After quite a long time, Alex finally reappears over a small dune
of sand.  I've been sitting here, shaking, not knowing what to
do.  The cigarette is long gone and all I've had to keep me
company are my thoughts and my guilt.  I almost took off, but
something kept me rooted to this spot.  I somehow feel as if this
was meant to happen.
"All ready."  He smiles broadly as he climbs the three stairs
onto the deck.
"Alright."  I say more shakily than I intended.
"Good."  He breathes as he sweeps me up into his arms and begins
to walk back in the direction from which he came.
Here is a sweet, caring, gorgeous, hunky man, carrying me away to
some unknown romantic destination.  I've never had this treatment
before and it feels, well… kind of like a fairy tale.  I wrap my
arms around his neck and he bends to kiss me once more.  All
semblance of self-control vanishes.  I know in my heart that I'm
completely at his mercy and will do anything that he asks.
"Here we are princess."  He says, setting me down in the sand.
He's laid out a comfortable looking blanket behind a very private
outcropping of rock.  It looks as if he has even stolen pillows
and a comforter from the resort to go on top.  In addition he's
built a small fire in our little ‘camp site'.  I look around and
gasp in admiration.  He picked the perfect spot.  We have a great
view of the rippling ocean with the silvery moon reflected off
its dazzling surface.
"I love it."  I sigh.
"I'm so glad."  He grins and pecks me affectionately once again.
"But what do you want to…" I try, still dumbstruck.
"Oh Em, it's not like that.  I just wanted to spend time with
you, you know in private.  We don't have to do anything that you
don't want to.  And believe me, I understand that this does not
mean a relationship.  I fully expect you to go back to HIM after,
but I just wanted to…" He swallows hard.
"I understand."  I take him around the neck again and kiss his
smooth cheek.
He holds me close, crushing me to him, swaying back and forth as
if there is music playing that only he can hear.
He strokes my hair with his large fingertips and whispers, "I
wish."
I know I shouldn't, I know I should keep my mouth shut, but I
can't help it.
"What if I want it to be like that?"  I ask.  "You know, just for
tonight."  I add quickly.
"Your wish is my command princess."  He says lustily, lifting me
again and gently laying me down of the fluffy space he has
prepared.
He lies beside me, gently stroking my face and brushing his lips
against mine.  Just barely poking his tongue inside my mouth from
time to time, as if tasting me.  I reciprocate by running my hand
up and down his rippling side and sucking on his bottom lip.  I
feel him respond immediately with deeper kisses and heavier
petting.  He once again breaks our embrace and gets up on his
knees.  His blue eyes are glimmering and the moonlight is shining
off of his light hair.  He looks like a vision from a dream as he
slowly and seductively unbuttons his shirt.  I smile at the
thought of this beautiful man wanting me.
I decide to treat him to a show of his own.  So I pull myself up
in front of him and very gently slip the fabric of my dress up
and over my head.  He moans in approval at what is underneath. 
He gets to unwrap the present that was originally intended for
Marty and I think he knows it.  He presses his hot flesh to me in
yet another passionate kiss before running his hands down my back
to the snaps of my garter belt.
Gently and one by one he sensuously undoes them and allows them
to hang free, running his hands up and down my thighs.  I sigh
and hold him even tighter; gently scratching his back as I feel
my labia begin to swell and juices start to flow.  I go to work
on his belt as he does the same with the black lace lingerie that
is the only thing separating my naked body from him.
Loosening his fly, I slip my hand into the front of his pants,
wanting him to feel as good as I do.  I gasp in delight as my
palm is filled with the longest, fattest prick I've ever felt.
"Oh my."  I breathe.
"Oh, is it a problem?"  He gasps.  "Some girls are scared."
"Oh baby, it's no problem at all."  I smirk, pumping his rapidly
growing erection a couple of times before taking pity on him and
removing my own teddy.
"Mmmmmm….  Breathtaking."  He intones, letting his eyes roam over
my exposed body.
I lay back and spread both my arms and legs for him.  I don't
know why, but with Alex I don't feel like doing any dirty stuff.
Just touching him practically makes me cum. I just want him on
top of me and inside me.  Almost as if I want to… something…  I
can't quite pinpoint it.
He kicks off his pants and boxers in record time and lowers
himself onto me gently, kissing and caressing the whole way.  I
moan loudly as I feel the tip of his beautiful, full manhood
press against my now aching pussy lips.  The ache extends deep
inside me, where my passage is begging to be filled by him.  He
frustratingly teases me by pumping in and out in very shallow
strokes that only bury him about an inch inside of my overly
excited opening.  I find myself doing something I've never done
before, begging for it.
"Please Al.  I need… need… need you."  I gasp, trying to push my
hips up to get more of him inside.
"As you wish."  He responds, slowly sliding himself in to the
hilt.
I cry out in pleasure as I'm filled completely.  I can feel the
bulbous swell of his manhood gently caress my most special spot
as he pulls back out and slowly enters again, grinding his pubic
bone gently against my engorged clit with each thrust.  He
continues this, slowly and sensuously, making sexy circles and
figure eights inside of me, moaning quietly.  As his lips cover
mine it occurs to me what the something was.  Alex isn't fucking
me; we're making love.  As this realization settles in my brain I
become even more aroused, kissing him back with just as much
passion as he is showing me and digging my nails a little further
than necessary into his firm back.
My climax begins in my nipples and spreads down my stomach into
my pelvis and then back up my spine into my brain.  I scream and
pant and moan as I'm brought to the most mind blowing orgasm of
my life, not realizing that such slow and deliberate moves are
even better than fast supercharged fucking.  As my muscles clench
around his generous cock, I can feel them milking him, crushing
him almost.  He joins me in my screaming, panting, moaning frenzy
as he slams into me one last time and goes stiff.  His manhood
twitches and I'm filled with rivulets of warm, slippery cum.  I
climax one more time just at the thought of it.
He collapses on top of me, spent.  I kiss his forehead lovingly
and run my fingers through his hair.  He flops off of me onto the
blanket and covers us, pulling me close to him.
"I know this won't mean anything tomorrow Em, but I love you." 
He whispers into my sleepy ear.
It may not mean anything, but it may.  I think to myself as we
caress each other under the full moon.
6
The sun is barely cresting the horizon by the time I sneak back
into the suite I'm sharing with Marty.  He's lying on his front,
covered only by a crisp white sheet and snoring softly.  I
breathe a sigh of relief that he is still asleep.  Right now I'm
not interested in answering the inevitable questions that he will
ask, I just want to hop in the shower.  I also don't want him to
realize that I'm wearing the same outfit that I left in last
evening.
I tiptoe into the bathroom, gently closing the door before
flipping on the light.  Removing my clothes I carefully plan my
grooming in hopes of removing all trace of Alex from my body. 
Not that I want to particularly, I just don't want Marty to
discover them when he predictably ravishes me later.
My hair is encrusted with sand from spending the night on the
beach so I begin there.  As the warm water cascades over my body
I feel an undeniable flush recounting Alex and my parting just a
few moments earlier.
When the first morning birds began to twitter we reluctantly
pulled apart and dressed quickly.  We walked hand in hand back to
the resort, each contemplating the previous evening in
comfortable silence.  I walked him to his door, desperately
wanting to go in for seconds before returning to my own room, but
instead gazed at him longingly.
"See you later princess."  He had whispered in a melancholy tone.
"See you later Al."  I responded, blushing and gazing at the
floor.
He did the perfect thing in that moment.  Hooking his finger
under my chin he pulled my face up until my eyes were looking
into his.  He smiled softly and caressed my face.
"I really do love you."  He said quietly.  "But this is the last
time I'm going to say it."
I couldn't fight my feelings of disappointment at the finality of
his statement.  It must have shown on my face.
"I can't do this to Marty."  He explained, reading my expression.
He kissed me gently on the nose then pulled himself up as if
steeling his strength.
"There, now were friends again."  He stated plainly.
"Friends."  I whispered, smiling in part to hold back the tears
threatening to squeeze from my eyes.
Somehow watching the door close behind him let the dam loose.  I
cried most of the way back to my room, until realization dawned
on me.  How was I going to explain myself?
I'm guiltily scrubbing my sloppy pussy when I hear the door
squeak open.
"Oooh.  Looks like I came in just at the good part."  Marty says
sleepily.
I wince, waiting for the barrage of questions to fly, but it
doesn't come.
"Yep."  I say, trying desperately to make my tone flirtatious.
He steps into the shower and I secretly laugh at myself.  How
could any girl be upset with him coming into the shower?  I smile
genuinely this time and peck him on the cheek before turning back
to the running water.  He picks up a plush shower sponge and
begins to wash my back.  I have to admit I'm kind of surprised
that he isn't angry.
"Sorry about last night babe."  He yawns.
"Last night?"  I'm perplexed, but trying to play it cool.
"Yeah.  I shouldn't have gotten so drunk at the casino.  I passed
out before even kissing you goodnight.  What kind of a man
doesn't take care of business with his special girl before
passing out?"  His tone is tentative.
This is more than hilarious.  Not only did he not realize that I
wasn't here, he actually thinks that I'm mad at him!  God bless
all-inclusive resorts.  All the muscles in my body relax as I
decide to play with him a little.
"Well, I was pretty disappointed…" I pout.
"I'm feeling much better now."  He croons in my ear, pressing his
already expanding member into my butt cheek.
Though warm feelings for Marty are present deep in my gut, I'm
definitely not in the mood to fool around.
I think fast.  "Well I'm still upset."  I lie. "You're gonna have
to take care of that yourself, just like I did last night."
The irony of the statement does not escape me.  I giggle slightly
as I feel his prick surge against my flesh at the thought of me
stimulating myself.
"Wow.  You're the coolest chick ever!"  He gushes.  "That's why I
love you."
Those three small words, even spoken in jest, rock me to my core.
 No man other than my father had ever spoken them to me and now
two different men had professed them in as many hours.  I'm
suddenly confused and uncomfortable; I hadn't expected this
reaction, but I think that I feel the same.  I turn toward Marty
again.  His hair is still messy from sleep and his half lidded
expression is endearing.  I feel another flush of emotion.
"What did you say?"  My words flash out of my mouth like a bad
dream.
"You're cool."  Marty cocks his head.
"No the other thing."  I insist.
" I… um… love you?"  He looks embarrassed now.
"Did you mean it?"  I feel like a police interrogator, but I have
to know.
"Woah, Emmy!  Relax babe, it's not like I bought you a diamond."
He's trying to calm me down in his signature pubescent way.
I'm not happy with this response and he evidently notices the
tightening of my lips.  He looks down at my belly button, which
in itself is odd, Marty's usually so glib.
"I guess… no… I know.  I did mean it Em."  He blurts quickly as
if worried about loosing his courage.
I stare at him, not knowing how to respond.  He totally deflates
before my eyes.  I've never seen him this way.  It worries me
because I usually count on Marty to keep things light.
"You do?"  I finally manage astonished.
"Don't make me regret it."  He barks defensively.
"No it's not like that Marty."  I try.  "I just um… didn't expect
for you to…"
"What?  Fall in love with you so quickly?  Like the immature
idiot that I am?"  His expression is on fire.
I suddenly feel really guilty.  It hurts me that Marty thinks I
view him that way.
"No."  I say emphatically.  "Like the beautiful mature man that
you are."
I try to embrace him, but both of our bodies are slippery which
makes it difficult.
"Can we get out of here and continue our conversation in the
other room?"  I ask, already reaching for the tap.
"Sure Babe."  He says stepping out of the shower and from the
room very quickly.
In the time it takes to dry myself a hurricane of thoughts and
emotions are going through me.  I really have no idea what I'm
going to say to him.  Pulling on one of the fuzzy robes, I can
feel my knees shaking and my stomach flip.
He's sitting on the bed clad in only black boxer briefs, fiddling
with his socks.  He's obviously had time to pull a comb through
his unruly hair and looks far calmer than I feel.  This does not
help quell my fears.  At least if he were a mess too I would be
in good company.  I look him over once before he gazes up.  He
really is beautiful to look at, but that's not what strikes me. 
His face, it's genuine and kind.  All of his posturing means
nothing when it comes down to it and I've gotten to know him as
he is in private.  The Rolodex of his attributes flits through my
mind.  He's funny, amusing, gentle and a good lover.  He treats
me like gold and would do anything I ask.  Moreover, he loves me.
 I could love him back I decide.  I push all residual thought of
Alex out of my mind.  Not wanting Marty to say anything to take
the wind out of my sails I take a breath and open my mouth.
"I'm sorry about the way I reacted."  I start softly.  "I just
didn't expect it Marty."
"And?"  He enquires irritated.
"And I have some very strong feelings for you too.  I just need a
little more time before saying the L word is all."  I breathe
out.
"I understand."  He says dispassionately.  "I'm going for a run
babe."
By this time he's fully dressed in running shorts and a tee
shirt.  I don't want him to take off before this is resolved and
it seems like that is what he's planning.
"Marty?"  I call after him.
"Yeah, what?"  His tough guy exterior is back; I'm hurt that he
feels he still has to pull this shit with me.
I loose my nerve, "Have a good run."
"I will."  He intones, looking back at me with a displeased
grimace on his face before heading out the door.
I fling myself onto the bed.  Not only am I upset and confused,
but exhausted.  Sleeping on the beach was not as restful as one
might think.  I close my eyes and pondering what to do next, fall
into a fitful slumber.
A hard rap on the door awakes me.  I vaguely recognize that
knock, but my sleepy brain doesn't connect dot a with dot b.  I
stumble to the door and yank it open.
"What?"  I bark without looking at who it is.
"Hey sis!  What's with you?  Got your period or something?"  It's
Tommy.
"Fuck.  Sorry Tommy.  I just had a rough night."  I reply
bashfully.
"No prob, sis.  Time to rise and shine though, you're missing all
the action."  He smiles.
Just then I notice a stranger standing behind him.  She's about
an inch taller than me with flowing blonde curls and a fuller
figure than I'm used to when it comes to Toms conquests.  I
mentally scratch my head wondering if she is in fact the
‘girlfriend'.  Tom usually goes for the waify types.  This girl
has lush breasts and full hips, much prettier in my opinion, but
Tom and I never did agree on that.  Now I'm thoroughly
embarrassed by my bad behaviour.  I decide to save myself, as Tom
is not helping with my floundering shame.
"Hi there."  I extend my hand.  "I'm Emmy.  Sorry about that, I
just wasn't…"
"Oh yeah Emmy, this is Lexie, my girl."  Tom smiles proudly as he
brushes past me into the room.
"Hi."  She says, her delicate face flushing.  "No problem, I
understand having a bad morning."  She flashes me a gorgeous
rose-lipped smile.
Now I get it!  She's stunning, much prettier than any girl Tom
has ever dated before.
"Nice to meet you Lexie."  I smile back.  "Please come in."
I usher her in and invite her to sit down.  Tom has already made
himself comfortable in one of the cushy chairs next to the bed. 
Not quite knowing where to situate myself and still dressed only
in my robe I decide to sit cross legged on the bed, covering all
the way to my ankles with the loose fabric from the garment.
"So Sis, we came to get you out there onto the beach, you were
the only one still sleeping.  Alex and Marty have been out there
since dawn practically."  Tom laments.  "By the way I'm not as
dumb as you think.  I figured out why you're so secretive. 
You're staying with Marty in this room aren't you?"
I flush, as I know for a fact where both men were at dawn and it
wasn't on the beach.
"You caught me.  Just as I said, I had a rough night."  I try,
hoping he'll let it drop.
Tom is like a dog with a bone when he senses that something
doesn't make sense.  I can tell by his posture and facial
expression that he knows something is up.  I realize my mistake;
I usually would never give up a big secret unless there were a
bigger one that I was protecting.
"How could you have had a rough night?"  He asks sceptically. 
"You went back to your room at nine o clock and Marty was with
us."
I purse my lips together.  I could never lie to Tommy.  He knows
me too well, even now, so my best defence is to shut my mouth.
As if sensing my discomfort, Lexie pipes in.  "Tommy, she looks
tired, leave her be."
I smile gratefully at her, I like this girl and decide to
befriend her this instant.
Good old Tom is insistent.  "So what happened that has you so out
of sorts?"  He presses despite dirty looks from both Lexie and I.
"Damn Tom, just let it go ok?"  I beg.
"No way.  Did someone hurt you?  I'll kill them."  He begins to
rage.
Oh God, I'm not going to get away without an explanation.  "No
Tommy, calm down!"  I screech.  "I just didn't exactly come back
to the room right away is all."
Lexie shoots me a knowing look, but zips her mouth closed.  She
shrugs apologetically for not being able to stop the
interrogation.  I can tell that she senses what Tom is about to
uncover and feels bad for me.  Tom is still clueless.
"You mean you blew us off and did something else?"  He's mad at
me now.
"You could say that."  I try.
"With who?"  He says protectively.
"Tom… Please…" I plead again.  "Lexie shouldn't have to watch us
fight."  I point to her desperately.
"She doesn't care, do you baby?"  He flips his hand dismissively.
 "Spill Sis!"
"Fuck!  Ok, I was with Alex."  I admit, hoping that this will
stop the questions.
"Doing what?"  He asks dumbly.  Lexie looks like she wants to
crawl under the chair with discomfort on my behalf.
"Hanging."  I attempt.
"You were hanging out with Alex, while the rest of us…" I can
actually see the synapses in his brain fire as recognition dawns
on his face.  "Fuck!  Em what are you doing?"
"I don't know!"  I bawl, tears actually beginning to flow at the
relief of sharing this with another human being.
I bury my face in my hands to hide my dripping eyes.  Someone is
stroking my back, consoling me.  To my surprise I look up and see
Lexie, not Tom, sitting next to me.
"It's ok, sweetie."  She says softly, "We all make mistakes."
I don't know why I'm so comfortable with this stranger, but I put
my head on her shoulder and let her stroke my hair.
"Tom?"  She hisses at him, indicating that he should be doing
something too.
He's just sitting there, mouth agape staring at me.  "Fuck…" He
says again.
"Don't mind him Emmy."  Lexi says sarcastically.  "He just can't
accept that he's not the only one getting laid in this place."
I laugh despite myself.
"Now Tommy, you go join the guys at the beach and keep your big
mouth shut."  She says ushering my shocked brother out the door.
"I'll help Emmy get ready and we'll meet you down there."
He mindlessly obeys, not knowing what else to do.
Once the door clicks shut she turns to me.  "Ok girl, start
talking."
Again surprising myself I just let all of my feelings gush out. 
I discuss my concerns and fears about Marty and Alex freely as
she rifles through my drawers looking for a swimsuit.  When I
finally stop talking she hands me a black one piece.
"Well it seems like you have a lot of thinking to do.  Here put
this on and we'll get you out of here."  She smiles.
"Thanks."  I croak.
Without thinking twice I undo my robe and let it fall to the
floor.  I stand up to pull the stretchy fabric over my hips.
"Wow!  You're gorgeous!"  Lexie breathes.  "I wish I had your
body.  No wonder you can't keep them off you."
"Nonsense!  You're gorgeous too."  I smile.
7
The midday sun is scorching.  The briny smell of the ocean is
thick in my nostrils and sand squishes delightfully between my
toes as we approach the area that the boys have set up.  It's
decked out with sun chairs and parasols, beckoning to be
occupied.  Tommy is lying on a beach towel directly under the
sun, tanning his already bronzed body.  He and I have fought
about skin cancer more than once, but he's vain that way.  Lexie
plops down in the chair next to him.
"You're going to fry yourself silly."  She chides.
"Aw, I do it all the time babe.  Don't worry.  Besides doesn't it
make my muscles look even more defined?"  He says flirtatiously,
rubbing his washboard stomach.
Lexie just looks at me and rolls her eyes.  I smile back and
giggle.  Tom sits up and gives us both a dirty look.
"I never should have gotten you two together!  Now I have two
girls making fun of me."  He whines.
"Naw!  You just have double the love."  I smile broadly at him.
He smiles back as if to say, ‘thanks for still having my back
sis.'
"Wow.  Look at them!"  Lexie exclaims looking at me covetously.
I follow her outstretched finger toward what has grabbed her
attention.  Marty and Alex are playing an extremely competitive
and powerful game of volleyball.  Both men's massive upper bodies
are glistening with sweat.  I can see Lexies eyes go wide with
the titillating display.  Somewhat abashedly, I realize that my
own eyes pretty much resemble saucers as well.  Tom looks at us
with squinted eyelids, jealousy colouring his expression.  He
stands up and runs toward them, full tilt, intending to join the
game.
"He's going to get himself killed."  I sigh.
"I know."  Lexie agrees.  "And all for nothing too.  I don't
really care about his prowess at sports if you gather my drift."
She winks at me before taking off after him.
I decide to settle in for a productive day of lounging.  I order
a fruity drink from one of the cabana boys and pull out the Cosmo
that I bought in the gift shop.  One of the cover articles reads,
‘How to tell if he is THE one.'  I decide that I can use all the
help that I can get and flip to the indicated page.  I sip the
cool beverage as I read utterly unhelpful advice like, ‘he buys
you flowers' or ‘his kisses are passionate.'  Why do I even read
this crap?  It's the same old recycled stuff they've been
printing since the sixties and totally impertinent.  I'm about to
toss the magazine to the side in disgust, when I see Marty
walking toward me followed by Lexie.  She reclaims her lounge
chair and he flops down on the sand next to me, sighing.
"Whew!  Al was on his game today.  He was super aggressive, I
feel like my heart's going to explode."  He croaks.
Thinking that I know the reason for Alex's sudden testosterone
surge gives me a pang of guilt.
"Oh, don't worry babe."  I smirk, "I'll take care of you."
I bend over and gently mop Marty's sweaty brow with a towel.  He
smiles at me and kisses my arm.  He's acting as if nothing
happened this morning and that's fine with me.  I don't really
want to talk about it until I've had more time to think.
"Where are the others?"  I enquire.
Lexie pipes in, "Those two dummies decided to race from the other
end of the beach.  I'll never understand the competitiveness
between men."  She rolls her eyes again.
I laugh out loud, but Marty seems to take her seriously.
"Lex, it's hard to explain, but if you were a guy you'd get it."
He's defensive.
"I guess so."  She concedes.
I'm surprised to see how well Lexie and Marty get along.  He's
usually an acquired taste.  She must have a thick skin.  They
comfortably banter back and fourth, I throw in a word or two, but
mostly just stare out into the undulating surf.  Before long
though, we're all having an amusing and intelligent conversation
about Hollywood movies versus indi films.  Time seems to fly as
we joke, laugh and needle each other.  I almost feel back to
myself and realize that a lot of it has to do with my new friend
Lexie.  A warm contentedness washes over me.
That is until Alex comes running up, huffing and puffing.  I
instantly freeze up, expecting the worst.  He also collapses into
the sand, facing us.
"Hey guys."  He says pleasantly without even a sideways glace
toward me.
I breathe out.
"Where's Tom?"  Lexie asks.
"There."  Alex twitters, pointing way down the beach.  "I smoked
him."
We all burst out into new deluges of laughter.  For the mean time
it seems like all is well.  When Tom finally joins us, we tease
him mercilessly.  It's of course Lexie who eventually comes to
his rescue.  There's a certain quality about her that makes
everyone seem to listen when she speaks.  I like that she's
tough, smart and commanding.  In fact I begin to envy her.
I offer the food that I purchased around as we all sit, relax and
chat, like family.  It's not long before the sun begins to set.
"What do you guys want to do tonight?"  I ask, hoping to continue
the fun.
"Gamble."  All the men shout in unison.
Lexie scrunches her face.  "I didn't really enjoy it last night
and I'd rather go dancing."
"Looks like you decide Sis."  Tom says.
"Well…" I do want to go to the casino, but I also really want to
impress Lexie.  "Dancing sounds fun."
"I don't dance."  Marty says flatly.
"Oh come on Chicken!"  Lexie goads him.
"I have a compromise."  Alex offers helpfully.  "Why don't we go
stag tonight?"  He looks at me longingly for a fraction of a
second, but then turns back to the group.  "Guys can go to the
casino and you girls can go dancing.  We'll plan a group activity
for tomorrow night."
"I'm cool with that."  Lexie says, smiling girlishly at me as if
to say, ‘we'll have more fun anyway'.
"Yeah me too."  Marty states.  "But don't let me drink too much."
 He adds.
"Agreed."  I respond.
After much primping and outfit planning, Lexie declares us
gorgeous and ready for action.  She looks hot in a black halter
dress and I have to admit that I look pretty damn good myself
dressed in tight black pants and a gold top that's little more
than a piece of fabric on a string.
"Let's go baby!"  She squeals excitedly.
I can't help but feel excited too.  Her personality is
infectious.
By the time we get there, the resorts nightclub is banging. 
Salsa and dance music blare over the speakers and the alcohol
flows liberally.  We're really working it on the dance floor, all
inhibitions thrown to the wind.  Before long there are men of all
types trying to pick us up.  If they're cute we even let them
dance with us, but we decided earlier not to separate or let
ourselves get carried away.  I'm in enough trouble as it is.
Drinks just seem to find their ways into our mouths.  I know I'm
over doing it, but after the morning I've had I feel entitled. 
Besides, it's only a few steps back to my room.  We're smushed
against each other, breasts rubbing scandalously as two hot Latin
guys grind us from behind to a rhythmic reggae beat.  I feel
deliciously free and naughty as the music suddenly changes.  It's
a dance remix of "I kissed a girl" and to my surprise Lexie does
just that.
Her lips are full and pillowy soft as she works them gingerly
against mine.  In my drunken haze it feels like heaven.  Before I
know what I'm doing I slip my eager tongue between her sweet
tasting lips.  I feel her respond immediately with her own
delicate tongue and sparks shoot right down to my stimulated sex.
 Throwing my arms around her I run my fingers through her hair. 
The entourage of men around hoot and holler their appreciation.
	I feel vaguely like I'm in an episode of girls gone wild as her
hands slip to the small of my back and then cup my buns.  We
hesitantly separate.  Now I've never been with a girl, but the
look written all over her face is quite similar to those that
guys get and says everything I need to know.
‘I want you.'  Her eyes practically scream.
I'm more than a little shocked at my own reaction.  I want to let
her.  More than that, I want her too.  I allow her to take my
hands and lead me from the dance floor, despite the complaints of
the horny men around us.  As we stumble down the deserted
hallway, we can barely keep our hands to ourselves, kissing
deeply and allowing our fingers to roam.
We arrive at a room and my head swims, wondering who's room it
is, but my lust wins out and I just let her swipe the card key. 
Upon entry, the only thing that my drunken brain recognizes is
that this is not my room.
Suddenly she pushes me up against the wall and presses her lips
to mine again.  Her hands run up my belly and cup my breasts,
massaging them gently.  I moan into her mouth, completely
overcome by my most basic instinct.  I reach around and find the
zipper of her dress.  I gently and delicately unzip it, she
shrugs it off and lets it fall to the floor.
Though we got dressed together, the black lace of her bra and
panty set looks different somehow.  Though a woman's body is
foreign territory to me, I do have my own.  I lick my lips as I
imagine touching her the same way that I touch myself and the
feelings that I could give her.
"I can't believe I'm doing this."  I whisper as I gently stroke
her shoulder.
"I can't believe it either."  She smiles naughtily.  "You won the
genetic lottery baby.  How lucky am I that I get the Brother and
the Sister?"
Something in that statement nags me.  I suddenly feel like I'm
doing something wrong, but my alcohol soaked and lust filled
brain pushes the thought aside before it has time to process.  I
smile back at her and pull the string on my own top.
She snatches it and tosses it to the floor, exposing my
unsupported breasts.  I lean in for yet another kiss as I fiddle
with the hooks on her bra.  As expected, her breasts are full and
lush, with perky rose coloured nipples.  I hesitate only a moment
before reaching out and cupping one.
I feel the delicious weight of it as her nipple hardens beneath
my inexperienced palm.  She moans in pleasure as I flick my thumb
over that nipple.  She eagerly pulls at the waistband of my
pants, sending both them and my underwear to the floor in one
fell swoop.
"Gorgeous."  She repeats her comment from earlier.
"You too."  I press myself to her as she wriggles out of her
panties.
Surprisingly it's I, not she, who is the aggressor.  I push her
back toward the bed and fling her on to it.  I take in her
beautiful form.  Lying there she looks like Botticelli's wet
dream.  Her blonde hair cascades onto the mattress like a halo
around her perfectly shaped face.  Her body is smooth and supple
with large breasts, a small waist and ample hips.  A tuft of soft
blonde hair covers her shimmering pussy.
I leap onto her, kissing first her mouth, then her neck and
licking a trail down to her breast.  I hesitate there for a
moment.  Until now this experience hasn't been all that different
from making love to a man, but now I'm kind of at a loss.  I
wonder what would feel good on my own breasts and decide what to
do.  I stick out my tongue and lick her pink nipple
experimentally tasting it.  I find that I like it and her moans
of pleasure spur me on.  I gently suck it into my mouth, flicking
it lightly with my tongue.  She goes bananas.  Throwing her head
back and moaning in ecstasy while grinding her moist honey pot
into my belly.  I decide to move over to the other side and
repeat my actions.
Before long she's reaching down and playing with my breasts.  I
feel a heat in my belly as my clit sticks out anxiously.  I can't
believe how excited this is making me.  I proceed to kiss a trail
between her breasts and over her soft belly before coming to rest
at her feathery pubic bone.  I cock my head and look at her
sopping slit.  She lifts her head and nods at me encouragingly. 
I spread her puffy lips and study her secret area.  Her clit is
also swollen and protruding, juices are flowing freely from her
small opening.  I know what I should do down here, but am not
sure if I'll like it, so I run my finger around her delicate
passage and lift it to my face.  First I smell it, nothing
offensive, just clean girlie smell.  Then I close my eyes and
suck the juice from my finger.  Again, surprising myself, I love
the sweet tartness of her.  I smile and rub her clit teasingly
with my index finger.  She bucks her hips again, her body begging
for more.
Having fun with being experimental I decide to slip two fingers
into her tight canal.  It's warm, soft and inviting.  She moans
her appreciation as I find a small spongy area at the front and
rub it.  I notice, interestingly, that her moans are throatier
than before.  I continue my dirty work, but lower my mouth to her
eager clit and lick it gently.  She wriggles and cries out
immediately.  I push my tongue into her harder, trying to lick
her little nubbin all over.  It's not long before she stiffens in
climax under my loving touch.
"Wow!"  She sighs as I disengage myself.  "Come here."
She opens her arms to me and kisses me gently, before grabbing my
hips and positioning me over her face.
"Do it again."  She moans as she dives into my dripping pussy.
Her delicate tongue feels fabulous as she works it up and down my
overly excited sex, dipping into my hole before moving back to my
desperate clit.  I moan into her pussy as I go to work on her
little nubbin again.  I find, joyously that if I slide up and
down slightly on her body, my nipples rub against her belly,
adding to my ecstasy.
We stay like this for a long time, totally entranced with each
other's bodies.  With my first orgasm, my brain fog clears as my
rapidly pumping blood pushes the alcohol away from my brain.  I
find that it doesn't matter; I still love what I'm doing.
I'm startled by a noise in the room.  It sounds like… grunting. 
I look up from Lexie's soft mound just in time to get the shock
of my life.  In front of me stands my brother.  Rapidly jerking
his swollen cock, eyes on us.  He grunts loudly as streams of cum
cascade from his thick prick onto the hotel carpet.
"Tommy!"  I screech, flinging myself off Lexie and covering my
nakedness with a pillow.
"Emmy?  Is that you?"  Tom gasps, stuffing his dick back in his
pants.
"Tommy?"  Lexie moans sitting up.
"What the fuck Tommy?"  I'm livid, sitting on my heels, holding
the pillow close to my chest.
"What the Fuck?  WHAT THE FUCK??????  As if you have any right to
speak to me that way!  You're having sex with my girlfriend in my
room and you ask me what the Fuck?  Are you determined to screw
everyone on this island before vacation is over Emmy?"  He yells.
"Sorry."  I squeak looking down.  "I didn't know this was your
room."  I know it's lame, but what else can I say?
"Well, I'm sorry I jerked off to my own sister, but what was I
supposed to do?  That was… unexpected."  He also seems ashamed.
"Hey guys, it's ok, don't fight."  Lexie says suddenly alert. 
"Come here baby."  She coos at Tommy.
He looks hesitant, especially considering that I'm still sitting
here, but eventually descends into her open arms.  She kisses him
eagerly and begins to pull at his clothes.
"I'm uh… gonna go."  I say, starting to get up.
"No Emmy stay."  Lexie begs.
"Lexie?"  Tom and I both exclaim in shock.
"What?  It's not like you two are getting married, I just want
you both at the same time.  It'll solve the argument."  She
teases, pulling down Toms pants.  "No one has to know."
"I don't think…" I try, but Lexie pouts at me.
I really do like her, and he is my brother, it's not like I can't
trust him.  "Ok, but no funny stuff Tom."  I bark.
"You wish."  He teases me.
"Aw, that's what I like to see; you two getting along."  She
smiles, pulling me to my knees to kiss me again.
My brain is vaguely aware that it's wrong to be making out with a
girl while your brother dry humps her from behind, but somehow
it's very exciting.  Before I know what's happening, Lexie
removes herself from between us and pushes us together so that my
breasts are touching Tom's chest and his cock is brushing my
thigh.
Arms stiff at my sides, I gaze up at him quizzically, not sure
what to do, or if I should do anything.  He does the same. 
Suddenly I think back to when I was young, just hitting puberty.
People would be surprised to know that the first time I stroked
my little virgin clit to orgasm it was my brother's face that I
pictured.  It seemed natural at the time, he was cute and I loved
him, only later did I realize that it wasn't socially acceptable.
Steeling my courage, I press myself deeper into his warm flesh
and throw my arms around his neck.  Then, realizing the fantasy
of a young teenage girl, I press my lips to his.  At first he
does nothing and I'm afraid that I've freaked him out, but then I
feel his lips push mine open slightly and his tongue snake into
my mouth as his large arms envelope my waist.  I can't help but
moan as his manhood bounces up and taps my clit.
Lexie is laying back, enjoying the show and playing lazily with
her own sex.  She's way freakier than I gave her credit for, but
I have to thank her for opening up a whole new world to me.
"Tommy!"  She sighs.  "Lie down baby.  I guarantee you'll love
what I have planned."
He reluctantly disengages from me, giving me a soft look.  I
wonder idly if he ever had the same feelings about me growing up.
 He must have or he would be running for the hills.  This
realization revs my engine anew and I'm up for almost anything.
Laying down on his back, cock straight in the air like a sundial,
he submits completely to our whims.
"Come here Emmy."  Lexie motions me over.  "You have to taste her
Tom.  You're sister has the sweetest pussy I've ever eaten."  She
exclaims.
I let her position me over his face and anticipate him bringing
an end to this play any second.  Instead he dives into my sex
with gusto.  His tongue is much larger than Lexie's and it can
lick almost my entire pussy at once.  I moan loudly.
"Mmmmmm."  He says between mouthfuls, and then pulls down on my
hips to get better coverage.
Lexie kneels between his thighs and begins to lick his expanded
prick as if it were a lollipop.  She gives me bedroom eyes as she
does it, running her tongue along her teeth between head bobs. 
Tom's cock jerks at the stimulation and it suddenly looks like
the most delicious thing I've ever seen.  I bend down and join
her in her licking frenzy.
Soon my head is bobbing up and down as I suck the sensitive bulb
of his manhood while Lexie licks and sucks his balls and shaft. 
He groans into my pussy, working it even harder.  I cum like
gangbusters thanks to my brother's talented tongue.
I roll off of him, onto my back, exhausted, expecting he and
Lexie will finish up without me.  Yet again I'm surprised as Lex
gets on top of me, straddling my hips.  She kisses and fondles my
breasts, and I do the same to her.
I feel my legs being pulled up, and bending at the knees.  I peer
around Lex just in time to see Tom enter her from behind.  I
return to kissing Lex, hoping to help her achieve another mind
blowing orgasm, but am really shocked when I feel that hard prick
slide into me.
I gasp with renewed pleasure, but just as soon as it appears it's
gone again.  What the heck?  I look around Lexies ample backside
again and realize what he's doing.  He's fucking us both, taking
a turn in each pussy alternately.  I moan louder and louder each
time he enters me this way.
Again, I know it's wrong, but this just makes it all the better.
My moaning and grinding soon brings Lex to another climax and she
flops to the side, almost unconscious.  Tom looks down at me
questioningly; I know he's waiting for consent, or at least a
reaction.  I smile up at him and nod reassuringly.  Remembering
the mind-blowing orgasm I had when Marty fucked me from behind I
hold out a hand to slow him.  I know it's dirty, but I already
broke every other taboo, so I may as well enjoy it.
I get up onto my knees and shake my ass at him.  His large hands
grab my hips and he slides into my eager opening.  I cry out with
each thrust as sparks fly up my spine and explode in my brain. 
Lexie just looks on, smiling and content as Tom fucks me like a
champ.  My muscles clamp down and I hear a guttural scream escape
my lips as if someone else had uttered it.  As my climax washes
over me, I feel an unfamiliar liquid squirting out of my love
tunnel, but don't care.  Tommy bends over me and grabs my
breasts, pumping harder and faster.
"Ah EM!"  He screams, emptying the contents of his balls into me.
Thoroughly tired and satiated, we collapse next to Lexie, me
between the two of them.
"That was…" Tom can't even finish the sentence; there are too
many possible descriptors.
"I know."  I kiss each of them in turn, enveloped in a tangle of
limbs.  "And to answer your previous question Tom… No, I don't
want to fuck everyone, Dad and Marguerite are off limits."
We all laugh, cuddle and talk for quite some time before I've
rested enough to move.  I go into the bathroom to wash up.  I get
dressed and tell both Tom and Lex that I love them.  I hold my
finger to my lips indicating that this would be our little secret
before heading back to my room.
8
I amble back to my room, punch drunk and grinning stupidly from
the experience with Lex and Tom.  I know I should feel guilty as
hell, but I just can't bring myself to.  It felt like nothing
more than fun to me, no romantic intentions at all; therefore
it's hard for me to view it as cheating.
The tropical birds are beginning to twitter; I look at my watch
and glimpse the time, four am.  I swipe the key card vaguely
hoping that Marty is either fast asleep or still out, I don't
much feel like talking.  I'm more exhausted than I can remember
and just long for the soft sheets and pillows of our hotel bed. 
My body is screaming for sleep and will not be denied.  All of
this alcohol, dancing and fucking have proven too much for me
after all.
I stumble through the door, unceremoniously removing clothes and
simply tossing them to the carpeted floor on my way around the
corner to the bed.  I freeze, startled, and stifle a gasp as I
stand at its foot, completely naked.
It seems that Marty and Alex drank a little too much as well. 
They're both sprawled out on the large mattress, clothed only in
boxers, breathing regularly.  I instinctively cover myself as I
consider my options.  I'm so tired!  I guess I could go back to
Tommy's room, but I really don't want to interrupt them.  I could
steal Alex's key card and use his room…  I don't see his pants
anywhere.  I could sleep on the lounging chair.
Exhausted and weak, I don't see why I should be uncomfortable.  I
finally settle on slipping into my only nightgown and crawling in
between the two of them.  Screw them if they can't be bothered to
make better accommodations, any awkwardness can be dealt with in
the morning.
Not sure which way to turn, in fear of offending either of them,
I stay stiff as a board, staring at the ceiling until sleep
claims me.
I become conscious of a strong hand stroking my back gently.  My
eyes flutter open and the first thing I see are the irritating
red numbers of the alarm clock reading ten thirty am.
Fuck!  I think to myself, Marty won't wait till tonight.
Then I realize, slightly confused that my head is on Marty's
chest and he's still breathing rhythmically.  I start fully awake
as I remember that Alex is in bed with us and he must be the one
caressing me.
I smack his hand away and hiss, "Al, what the hell?"
He gently pulls my long hair away from my ear and whispers, "Come
on sweetie, at least look at me."
I can't help but flush as his hot breath tickles the sensitive
lobe.  I very gently turn over, not wanting to wake Marty; I
never back down in these situations.  I look at Alex head on.
"Al," I begin sternly, "I understand that you drank too much last
night, but now that you've slept it off you have to go."
"I didn't drink a thing last night Emmy."  He whispers, stroking
my hair softly.  "I was waiting for you."
"Alex!  Stop."  I try, but his touch is already forcing goose
bumps to rise on my back.
"He won't mind."  He smiles, staring at me tenderly with eyes
like the sea.
"He most certainly will."  I sigh; I can feel myself giving in
despite my conviction.
 "I don't think so."  Al mouths as he brushes his soft lips
against mine.
Before I know what's hit me, we're full on making out, his hands
roaming all over my sides and up into my hair, then back down to
my butt.  I feel a stirring behind me and Marty's hands come to
my sides.
I squinch my face and my heart races in anticipation of the
inevitable temper tantrum.
"Hey!"  Marty starts and I squirm, "You started without me."
"Huh?"  I turn to stare at him, shocked.
"Well we fell asleep waiting for you last night, but surprise
babe."  Marty smiles broadly.
I stare at Alex, wide eyed, begging for help.  I don't want to
reveal anything that Marty doesn't already know.
"Yeah.  Emmmy…  I uh hope you don't mind."  Alex starts
awkwardly, "But Marty thought that you would like it if we um,
you know…together.  It's ok if you want me to leave."  He adds,
for the illusion of modesty.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!"  I exclaim, finally getting what's going on. 
"Thanks so much sweetie."  I kiss Marty quickly on the mouth,
"but don't you think it'll be weird?"
"Why will it be weird for you?"  Marty asks, looking concerned
that he's offended me.
"No… no."  I try to quell his insecurity, "but won't it affect
things with you two?"
"No way!"  Alex pipes in, smiling evilly.  "Good ol' Mart and I
do this all the time!"
I stare at them both perplexed and a little freaked out.  Marty
clenches his jaw and gives Alex a look that says ‘thanks a lot
buddy'.  I can't help but do the same as Alex has just removed my
main reason for not wanting to do this.
"What exactly do you mean by all the time?"  I ask timidly.
"Listen babe, it's not like we…  Well it's kinda… Aw crap."  Is
all Marty can say.
As usual, Alex attempts to break the tension.  "It can be fun
sometimes Em, it's not like we troll the bars for threesomes or
anything, but you have to admit that most women would give their
right arm to…"
"Shut up Al!"  Marty hisses.  "This was not that well thought
out."
"Um no…  You don't get to proposition me with this and then call
the whole thing off.  I think that Al has a point."  I bark,
smiling evilly myself now, I hate being told what to do.  "Let's
do it."  I say, pulling off my nightgown.
Both men look at me stunned and I realize for the first time that
neither of them really expected me to go through with this.  Alex
was just being a troublemaker, thinking that this whole thing
would blow up leaving me free to be with him and Marty, well, was
just being Marty honestly.  I feel even better about my decision
now.  I'll show them to toy with me.
Out of pure spite for Alex, I begin by kissing Marty.  This
doesn't last long as Al roughly flips me onto my back and begins
kissing my mouth hard.  Marty takes his lead and begins to kiss
my neck.  Soon they're both kissing and licking trails down my
neck and shoulders toward my breasts.  My libido, which I thought
used up after last night, kicks into high gear as I realize that
I'm at the mercy of these two gorgeous Olympian gods.
Almost in unison, each of them takes a nipple in their mouth and
begins to suckle.  I can't stifle the moan that escapes my lips.
They really have done this before.  The stimulation to my breasts
alone almost pushes me over the edge.  Not wanting to be so
submissive suddenly, I tangle one hand in a mess of dark hair and
the other in thick blonde curls.  I push both of their heads hard
toward my aching sex.
Taking the hint, they both proceed down my belly.  Marty heads
right there, while Alex stops to explore my belly button with his
tongue.  I giggle at first, finding this weird, but as soon as
Marty's tongue touches my sensitive outer lips I arch my back
with pure delight.  It's not long before Al joins Marty, down in
my most secret spot.  The sensations are overwhelming as they
lick up and down my sopping slit, taking turns.  When each of
them slides a hand up to flick my nipples, all I can do is cry
out in ecstasy and hope that the hotel has thick walls.  My
orgasm washes over me, hard and long as I buck and throw my head
from side to side.
"Oh my god!  Oh my god!  Stop!"  I gurgle, unable to take any
more.
Both men collapse next to me.  I can hardly catch my breath and
they both smirk to each other as if congratulating one another on
a job well done.
"Wow!"  I kiss each in turn.
I do note however, that when the kiss between Alex and I lasts a
little too long, Marty cocks his head and frowns at us, as if
trying to surmise why we are so comfortable doing such a thing. 
No one remarks on it, so I let it slide.
I decide that Marty needs a bit of an ego boost, so somewhat
recovered; I begin to trace my tongue down his belly, intending
to give him a mind-altering blowjob.  He stops me short of his
pubic bone and pulls my face up to his.
"No baby.  This is all about you."  He kisses me gently and his
handsome face smiles lovingly.
He lays me back on the bed gently and begins to kiss my ear and
cheek.  Alex pushes his erect member into my thigh as he does the
same.
"Oh my Goodness Al!"  I feign concern and shock.  "I didn't know
that you were so um…  I don't know if I can handle that!"
Indicating that this would be the first time I had any contact
with Alex's nether regions makes me feel as if I will be putting
Marty at ease.  If Marty feels easier, then I'll be able to enjoy
myself more.
"Oh don't worry about that Em."  Marty smiles broadly, mission
accomplished.  "He's really gentle."
"Well Ok…" I squeak, feigning fear.  Especially considering that
I already know this about Alex.
With that, Marty turns me toward him and begins kissing my eager
lips with newfound gusto.  Am I good or what?  We're gently
probing each other's mouths and caressing lovingly when I feel
Alex enter me from behind.  I gasp, despite myself as an
unparalleled feeling of fullness invades my love tunnel.  As Alex
begins to gently rock back and forth I moan into Marty's mouth.
"See?  I told you it would be fine."  He whispers, smirking
affectionately.
"Uh huh…" Is all I can manage to utter.
I close my eyes, completely giving into the feeling.  Marty
slowly lifts my leg and slips his rock hard erection between my
thighs.  I'm so slick by now that it slips unhindered over my
excited love nubbin.  He rubs it back and forth, adding ten fold
to the ecstasy.  I realize that with each thrust of his organ,
the hot throbbing head seems to disappear.  It hits me that it
must be rubbing the base of Alex's organ, which is inside me. 
This epiphany alone shoves me over the edge of yet another
mind-blowing orgasm.
Alex withdraws from my spasming hole, supposedly to delay his own
climax.  With that, Marty also withdraws and gives me some room
to breathe.
I flop onto my back, "Holy shit that was hot!  Were you guys
doing what I think you were doing?"
"Hey I'm confident in my sexuality."  Marty winks, "It's no
biggie."
"Sure thing Em."  Alex adds.
"Wow!"  I expel again.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply, exhausted, yet still excited.
 I want to see what they're going to do next.  I feel the
mattress move and brace myself for another sensory assault.  When
it doesn't come I open my eyes.  What I see is shocking, and
exciting.
Al is sitting between Marty's legs, pumping Marty's manhood
rhythmically.  Marty has his head thrown back, eyes closed, as if
picturing something.  I gasp and cover my mouth despite myself.
"Oh, sorry Em, does this freak you out?  I'll stop."  Alex says
nonchalant.  "It's just that he's not as excited as I am and we
should be at the same level…"
Eyes wide and mouth agape I squeak for real this time, "Be my
guest."
I watch Alex work, entranced by his skill and taking mental notes
until Marty implores him to stop.  The X-rated show has revved my
engine once again and I'm ready for anything.
This time, Alex pulls me to face him and kisses me gently and
sweetly.  His hands through my hair feel like angels fingers,
tracing pure lines of tingly light through it.  I can hear Marty
fussing with something behind me, but don't really care what. 
This time Al lifts my leg and again gently enters my sopping
pussy.  He very gently and tentatively rocks back and forth,
biting his lower lip and breathing hard.
"You're so beautiful."  He mouths silently to me, then looks over
my shoulder expectantly.
Almost every thrust makes me throw my head back and moan.  It
takes me a moment to realize what's going on when Marty begins to
gently manipulate my tight anus with his lubricated finger.  My
first instinct is to yell at him to stop, but I realize that it
actually feels… good.  I let him continue about his naughty
business, just basking in the feelings of lust and being
enveloped by loving flesh.
I must be more relaxed than I thought, because before long, Marty
is slipping his rock hard organ into my tiny rosebud.  At first I
squirm uncomfortably, but soon it adds an entire new dimension of
pleasure that I didn't know existed.
I can't help myself from rocking back and forth and moaning.  I
want to have every inch of both of them inside me at once.  I
feel completely encapsulated in sweaty, solid man-flesh.  I look
down and realize that not only are their arms around me, but they
have hold of each other's backsides, each driving the other
deeper into me.  Moments later, both men are moaning loud enough
to match, if not surpass me.
Poor, over stimulated Alex shoots first.  His undulating prick
sets off a cascade, causing my pussy to clamp down hard,
beginning my own climax as well as squeezing down on Marty so
hard that he begins to cum as well.
After all of the grinding, sweating and groaning ceases, we lie
there in a mound of slick flesh, both men still inside of me as
we drift off into a midmorning nap.
9
I awake a couple of hours later.  Both beautiful men are still
slumbering gently.  I take this time to think.  I gaze at each of
them in turn and realize that I have fuzzy, romantic feelings for
both.  It seems that since I've met Marty and Alex my life has
spiralled out of control.  Just two weeks ago I would never have
even imagined doing half of the things that I've done on this
trip.
Alex fidgets suddenly and snuggles closer to me.  I'm instantly
struck by the instinct to withdraw, not wanting to favour one
over the other, but sigh.  I don't want to reject either of these
men.  Though one is sweet and polite, while the other is a
devilish bad boy, I can feel myself falling for both of them and
fast.  I wrap my arm around Al's sleeping form and caress his
firm back, lost in thought.
How am I going to make a choice?  How am I going to break it to
the one that I don't choose?  Butterflies of anxiety fill my
stomach and chest as I delve deeper into this problem.  Suddenly
I feel the need to discuss this with Lexie.  Something tells me
that she may have some good advice.
I very gently and quietly disengage myself from Alex and Marty. 
I slip off the mattress moving it as little as possible.  I don't
want to wake them.  Picking up the phone and breathing deeply, I
punch in the four-digit code to Tommy's room.
"Yeah?"  Tom answers groggily.
"Hey Tommy, it's me."  I whisper.
"Em!"  He perks up.
"Hey hun, is Lexie still there?"  I ask quickly, not wanting to
start a long drawn out conversation with my brother.
"Yeah sure.  Is everything ok?"  Tommy knows me well and can read
my voice like an open book.
There's no point in lying to him.  "Not really, but it's kind of
a girl thing."  I say, hoping he'll drop it.
"What is it Emmy?  Do you need me?  I'll be there in two
seconds."  Tom is getting agitated now.
I roll my eyes.  "No Tom, but I need to speak to Lexie."  I try
to be as diplomatic as possible.
Tom immediately takes offence.  "So you can't talk to your old
brother any more?  What happened to us Em?  Was last night a
mis…"
Just then I hear a tussle and Tom's voice disappears, followed by
a muffled, "Give me that!"
"Emmy?"  I sigh relief; it's Lexie.
"Lexie?"  I have to make sure I don't spill my guts to the wrong
person.
"Yeah it's me sweetie.  I had to practically tackle your brother
to get the phone away from him.  What is it hun?"  She sounds
annoyed and concerned at the same time; it's a weird mix.
"Can we meet for lunch?  I really need to talk to you."  I'm not
sure why, but I'm biting back tears as I make the request.
"Sure sweetie. Give me half an hour and meet me down at the
California fusion restaurant."  I can hear a smile in her voice.
"Thanks."  I breathe before hanging up.  I know that Tom is
itching to get back on the phone and don't want to get stuck
stroking his ego for the next half hour.
I need to get cleaned up and dressed.
By the time I get downstairs to the grass hut and tropical bird
decorated restaurant, Lexie has already gotten a table.  We're a
little late for lunch so the place is practically deserted. 
She's sitting by the window, gazing out at the ocean.  Her
freshly washed blonde curls loose around her face and shoulders.
She looks fresh as a spring breeze.
I on the other hand feel like a sullied woman.  No matter how
hard I scrub myself, I can't seem to get clean.  I slowly work my
way toward the table at the other end of the restaurant; soft
Caribbean music fills the air.  I smile, realizing that the staff
must be playing their choice of tunes between meal times.
I sit in front of Lexie, obviously shaking her from whatever
daydream she was having.  She starts and faces me abruptly.  She
takes one look at my face and her usual bright smile drops into a
concerned frown.
"Oh my, what is it sweet cheeks?"  She enquires, full of concern.
 "I hope it wasn't anything that I…"
"No! No."  I interrupt her.  "In fact that was great fun.  It's
what happened after that's the problem."  I look down.
"What did Mart become suspicious?  I'll talk to him if you want."
 She offers helpfully, her smile returning.
"No it's…" Just then the waiter comes to take our orders.  My
mouth snaps shut faster than a bear trap.
I order a poached salmon salad and Lexie orders a burger and
fries.  I quickly bark that we'll both take iced tea and wave him
away.
"Wow lady, either you have really bad PMS or…" Lexie laughs.
"It's or."  I confirm.  "You have to promise me not to judge."
"Do I look like the judgemental type?"  She cocks her eyebrow at
me humorously.  "Did you forget about last night?"  She whispers.
"Ok."  I close my eyes and breathe deep.  "I know we haven't
known each other long, but I feel really close to you.  I really
appreciate this Lex."
"Me too, but I'm sure that's not why you asked me here."  She
leans in interested.
"No, but I just…"
"You're just stalling."  She interrupts matter-of-factly.
"Your right."  I sigh.  "Ok…  When I left you last night."
"Yes????"  She looks ready to explode with curiosity.
"Something unusual happened."  I concede.
"More unusual than what we did?"  She giggles.
"Believe it or not yes."  I begin to relax; her laugh is
infectious.  "When I got back to my room both Marty and Alex were
waiting for me…"
"And????"  Now she's practically falling out of her seat with
suspense.  "Did Alex tell Marty what happened?"
"No.  They were waiting for me for another reason."  I blush.
"Get the fuck out!"  She squeals.  "Did you do it?"
"Yeah."  I practically whisper, inspecting my shoes as if they
are suddenly very interesting.
"You lucky ass bitch!"  She smacks my hand playfully.
"No, you don't understand, it's not necessarily a good thing."  I
wave my hands dramatically to bring her back to reality.
"How is that not a good thing?  I'd sell my firstborn to be you!"
 She squeaks.
"Well to me it wasn't just sex.  I'm having feelings…" my eyes
catch hers, she's suddenly serious.
"Oh, that's where the advice thing comes in.  Go ahead, spill." 
She smiles in understanding.
"I'm having feelings for both of them."  I bite my lip and dab at
the corner of my eye with my napkin.
"Oh!"  She frowns again.
"I don't know how to choose or what to do?"  I'm openly crying
now.
"Hey!"  She whispers, hooking her finger under my chin, brining
my gaze to hers.  "Relax hun, you're way too wound up.  You're
young.  Have some fun.  Why choose when you can have it all?"
Somehow her words resonate deep within me.  Some part of me feels
that this is the right answer.
Suddenly, I dramatically wipe my tears away and smile.  "You
know, you may just be right.  I knew you were the one to talk
to."
She smiles broadly at me.  "That's my girl.  Now let's get that
waiter over here.  We've gotta get some long island in those iced
teas.  I want details woman."
We've all decided to go to a show this evening.  It was the only
thing that we could get everyone to agree on.  I'm sitting
between Marty and Lexie.  Each of them holds one of my hands as
brightly coloured showgirls dance before us.  I gaze at Marty,
trying to gauge his possible reaction to the plan that Lexie and
I have hatched over lunch and many many drinks.
He smiles warmly at me and squeezes my hand gently.  I smile
back, realizing that he may just be open minded enough for this
to work.  Lex looks over my shoulder and gives both Marty and
Alex a wicked grin.  Tommy cocks his head in confusion.  I point
to the stage where a magician is now attempting to pull a dove
out of a hat and indicate that everyone should be watching that
instead of each other.
Lex tickles the palm of my hand with her forefinger, causing me
to squirm in my seat as my nether regions begin to tingle.  Now
Marty is the one looking cockeyed, but something in his
expression is devilicious.  I wonder if he knows what's been
going on.  I shake my head and turn back toward the show.
"That was crap."  Tommy complains as the lights come up.
"Tommy don't be such an ass!"  I bark.  "At least we all did
something together."
"It's only eleven.  What do you guys want to do now?"  Lexie
pipes in, as planned.
"It's warm, I was hoping to go down to the beach."  I interject,
also as planned.
"I'm up for it."  She smiles.  "How about you guys?"  She gazes
around at the men.
"Sure!"  Marty grins.  I'm starting to get very suspicious of
him.
"Why not?"  Alex adds.
"Ah babe, the beach at night?"  Tom begins.  "It's so deserted
and chilly."
"Well you can go back to the room while Emmy and I play with
these two."  She flicks a finger seductively toward Marty and
Alex.  "Besides, that was kinda the point."
With that, Lexie naughtily pulls the string on her halter dress,
revealing her push up bikini top.  Then heads for the beachfront
exit.  I follow her nonchalantly.  All three men kind of look at
each other perplexed before running after us like dogs in heat.
By the time the guys get out the door, Lex and I are already
throwing our dresses into the sand and frolicking in the frothy
surf.  Marty is right behind us, however not having been warned
about our outing, he's forced to swim in his boxer-briefs.
He effortlessly lifts both of us in the buoyancy of the ocean and
begins to spin around.  We cackle like little girls, kicking and
screaming.  I look back over my shoulder and see that Tommy and
Alex are setting up a campfire and stealing down comforters from
a nearby supply closet.  It seems that our message may have been
received loud and clear.  Even if it hadn't, we'll make things
transparent as crystal before long.
Marty, finally tired, pulls us both to him, panting.  I hold
tight to his side and suck gently on his earlobe.  I wink at
Lexie and she takes my lead, doing the same on her side.
"Woah, ladies."  Marty smirks.  "How much have you had to drink?"
I start and stare at Marty in shock for his uncharacteristically
ethical question.  "I dunno Lex, how much have you had?"  I say
mockingly.
"Nada."  She replies, returning to Marty's ear.
"Me neither."  I growl, working my way down to his neck.
"Girls, this is ummm…  I would never turn down… but are you
sure?"  Marty stammers.
"What's wrong Mr. LaRoche too much for you to handle?  If so Lex
and I can definitely please ourselves."  I tease.
By the moonlight I see Marty's eyes go wide, but he recovers
quickly.  "Oh no.  I can definitely handle it Mon Cherie."
He kisses me deeply; rolling his hot tongue around my welcoming
mouth, then turns to Lexie and does the same.  While he's
distracted I slide my hand under the waistband of his underwear
and grab hold of his already raging hard on.  He moans into
Lexie's mouth as I gently tease it.
Lexie is the one who breaks their kiss first.  She reaches for me
and tangles her small fingers in my damp hair, pulling my face
forward.  Marty's lust has somehow ignited her own, but not for
him.  She pushes her delicate tongue between my teeth and
ravenously explores my mouth as my arms slip around her soft
waist.
I hear Marty gasp in shock.  "I didn't really believe you."  He
admits, awestruck.
"You better believe it baby."  Lexie comes up for air.  "You
think you can keep a sexy ass woman like this to yourself?"
"Oh please, be my guest."  His voice is thick with lust.
As Lexie and I work hard on each other's eager mouths, Marty
begins to gently remove our bathing suits.  This proves to be
easy work as neither of them is much more than fabric on a
string.  He tosses them, unceremoniously to be lost forever in
the ocean.  He runs his hands all over both of our bodies,
seemingly wanting to touch everything at once.
Lexie reaches down and pulls hard on Marty's boxers.  He lifts a
leg to allow her access and she sends them sailing after our
discarded bikinis.
"Oooh! Nice!"  She moans.
I can tell by the way that Marty throws his head back that she's
stroking his rock hard member.  I take the opportunity to kiss
him again as she does this.  He gently pushes us away from him
and both of his hands disappear beneath the surface of the water.
 Soon I feel his large fingers probing my honey pot.  To my
delight, he slips two fingers into my excited hole and begins to
pump them gently.  He's doing the same thing to Lexi as she moans
loudly.
"Hey what are you guys doing out there?"  Tom yells from the
campfire, he's obviously heard the ruckus.
"Having a great time Tommy."  I moan loudly.
This sets off his radar.  He comes barrelling toward the
shoreline.  "What the fuck LaRoch?"
"Oh relax, McAnvers.  We're just having a ménage a trios."  Marty
croaks defiantly.
"Huh?"  Tommy yells, I grimace, as he's never sounded so much
like a country bumpkin to me.
"He means he's fucking your girlfriend and your sister at the
same time dude."  Alex shouts.
"Not exactly fucking yet."  Marty yells back.
"What?"  Tommy is beginning to freak out.
"Oh relax baby, it'll be fun."  Lexie says, gently disentangling
herself from us.
She rises out of the water, completely naked and shimmering in
the moonlight.  Tommy's mouth is agape and I can see that Alex's
face mirrors his.
"Come join us."  She coos.
Behind them I spy Alex desperately pulling at his clothes
already, preparing himself for tonight's festivities.
"Let's do it on the beach."  Marty exclaims excitedly as he
withdraws his fingers from my secret spot and scoops me up.
He runs full tilt with me to the soft downy area that Tom and
Alex have prepared.  Lexie is having a hell of a time getting
Tommy to co-operate, but she's pulling him inch by inch toward
us.
"Come on Tommy, be a sport."  I implore him as I approach to help
remove his clothes.
He's looking at my naked body as if it's a pot roast and he's a
hungry dog.  I know we've got him.  Lexie and I quickly dispense
with his clothing and drag him back to the down comforters near
the fire.  He stands there awkwardly as the rest of us dive in
for a night of carnal bliss.
Marty is already lying on his back.  Lexie takes position over
his throbbing cock and begins sucking on it with gusto.  He moans
loudly, but looks at me for approval.  I give my consent by
sitting on his face and pushing my love button onto his tongue. 
He begins to lick at it feverishly.
Alex pops his head under Lexi's pelvis, obviously unable to
contain his excitement at tasting her.  Tommy continues to stare
at us, dumfounded.  He casts a glance toward Alex's gigantic cock
and seems impressed though.  I beckon for him to come lie down
with me; I want him to enjoy himself too.  He reluctantly obeys
and sits uncomfortably in front of me.
I push him back abruptly and go to work on his semi hard cock. 
It springs to life in my mouth and I smile triumphantly.  He
intermittently peeks over at Lexie being pleasured by two other
men, but gets into the rhythm before long.  Once he's relaxed, I
can relax and concentrate on the wonderful things that Marty's
tongue are doing to me.  I get lost on waves of bliss as the surf
pummels the shore.
Tommy's moans have suddenly become muffled.  I glance up to see
if he is ok and am shocked by the sight.  He's rhythmically
bobbing his mouth up and down on Alex's massive boner.  He's able
to take him deeper than any girl could with his large mouth and
both men seem to be enjoying it.  At first I blink, thinking it's
just a trick of my lust-fogged brain, but soon realize that it's
really happening.
The display turns me on so much that I begin to climax
immediately.  The sounds of my pleasure seem to set Lexie off
too.  After much panting, moaning and screaming, I flop to the
side, abandoning my handy work.  Lexie does the same and we're
both left gasping in the middle of the soft blanket.
She snuggles close to me and begins to lazily kiss my neck. 
However the boys are nowhere near done.  Marty raises Lexies
hips, exposing her ass to the night air.  He smacks it once
playfully and she giggles before he mounts her from behind.  Her
groans of appreciation, coupled with the visual display make my
pussy ache to be filled.  Just then, Tommy does the same to me,
taking me hard and fast from behind.  I cry out with each
feverish thrust.
Alex positions his mammoth dong between mine and Lexies faces so
we can continue to pleasure him orally.  We lick and suck all
that we can catch, being bounced around so violently.  The sounds
of ecstasy permeate the air as we're all treated to a visual and
physical deluge of hedonism.  Just as suddenly as he started,
Marty stops.  He motions for Alex to take his place.  Just as I'm
thinking how naughty it would be to lick Lexie's sweet juices
from Marty's prick, I realize that he's not in front of me.  I
hear Tommy groan and his cock jerks hard inside of me.  I look
back to see what's happening.  Marty is pounding his ass like a
champ.
Just the thought of this makes me dizzy and I feel yet another
orgasm rack my body.  I kiss Lexie feverishly, trying to get her
to where I am, and it doesn't take long before she's moaning
louder than me.  I ride the roller coaster of pure bliss as my
orgasm continues for what seems like an eternity.
Without warning, Tommy grabs my hips and slams into me hard.  His
semen is expelled with such force that I can actually feel it
slamming against the walls of my cervix.  This of course sets
Marty off and we all collapse into a tangle of limbs and hair.
I lazily watch as Alex continues to pound Lexies pussy with
fervour.  She cries out one last time and squirts what must be a
litre of liquid out of her juicy slit.  Soon after, Alex throws
his head back and grunts his climax.
Lexie collapses next to me, a quivering mass of sweat.  I kiss
her forehead and nose; she returns the favour.
She whispers, "Thanks Emmy, I love you."
"Love you too sweetie."  I coo as I push her sweaty hair back.
Alex puts his arm over Lexie and gently caresses my face before
laying back and sighing.  Tommy, never one to be left out,
squeezes in between Lexie and I, pulling us both to his chest. 
Marty snuggles closer to my back.
"Thank you girls."  Tommy breathes.  "That was definitely
something."
"Well, we said we'd all do something together tonight.  This sure
counts."  I joke.
This causes a deluge of hilarity.  We all, snuggle, talk and doze
until the first signs of morning.
Epilogue
It wasn't long after returning home that I realized I had missed
my period.  Not even wanting to think about what this possibly
meant, I decided to let it go.
It was a month later when Lexie moved to Louisiana.  She and
Tommy bought a house down the street from Dads.  It turned out
that Lexie was pregnant and that she and Tom were getting
married.
I was over at their place one evening when I finally let it slip
that I had now missed two periods and was starting to get sick in
the morning.
Both Marty and Alex were away in Canada that faithful evening
when I peed on the stick that would change my life forever. 
Lexie held me gently and stroked my hair as I drenched her blouse
with tears that night.
I had no idea who was the father of the Son I carried inside of
me and was terrified of telling either guy.  Lexie also admitted
that she wasn't sure who the lucky guy was, but didn't let it
bother her too much.  She was just delighted at the prospect of
being a part of our family.
Before long I had adopted her positive attitude and began
spending more and more time at their house and less at Dads.  By
November, I was officially moved in.  Tommy promised to take care
of both of us, regardless of the paternity of our children.
This of course warmed my heart, but I couldn't let him shoulder
the burden alone.  Both Lex and Tom held my hands as I broke the
news to Marty over the phone.  He and I had maintained somewhat
of a long distance relationship since he had left.
His reaction surprised all of us.  He immediately phoned Al and
two weeks later they were in town for Tom and Lexies wedding.
Once all of the festivities had ended, we sat around a messy
large round table to discuss all of this business.  Marty and
Alex insisted that we all move with them to their home base in
Montreal where they shared a large five bedroom house.
At first Tom was resistant, but was eventually swayed.  The next
day we told Dad about my pregnancy and made him believe that the
baby was Alex's.  It just seemed better all the way around.  Dad
of course was disappointed, but comforted by the fact that we
would all be living together and I would have my ‘brothers' to
look after me.
Well what he doesn't know won't hurt him...
Lexie and I gave birth one week apart to the day.  We live in a
beautiful home in one of the most beautiful cities on the planet.
 I get to have coffee every morning with my best friend.  The
boys support us well so we're able to stay at home with the two
beautiful babies, my son and her daughter.  Most notably, at
night I get to go to sleep in a huge bed with the two men I love
most in the world.
You see, after all was said and done, no one had to choose.  We
collectively decided that no paternity tests were to be done
because we were all responsible in our own way.  In the end it
didn't seem to matter anyhow, we were all just overjoyed to bring
two healthy people into the world.
Though I love Marty and Alex in very different ways, they are
both my partners for all intents and purposes.  We share one room
and each other's affection as equally as possible.
Lexie and Tom of course have their marital bed and keep it
sacred, well most of the time.  Our Son and Daughter occupy the
room between us.  When Dad and Marguerite come to visit, Marty
sleeps in the spare room, just to keep up appearances.
Either way, it's comforting to be surrounded by so many people
that I love.
We may be odd, or even perverse in other people's view, but it's
nice to know that my Son will learn French from Marty, sports
from Alex, kindness from Tom and strength from Lexie.   To that
end, I wouldn't trade my vacation or the beautiful family that
resulted for, well, all the rum in Jamaica.