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Chapter 4: The Hint of Paradise Found

As consciousness began to return to my slumbering mind, I found myself content.  I was warm and comfortable.  I had a woman cradled in my arms, with one of my hands gently stroking an obviously erect nipple.  My morning erection was comfortably nestled in the crack of her butt and my morning bladder was not yet to the point where pain cancelled out the excruciatingly wonderful feeling of my hard-on stroking itself up and down that intimate cleft.  Her hips returned my attention, pushing gently but insistently back at me making the pleasure more pronounced, more insistent.  The clothing between us quickly became too annoying and I reached to remove those last barriers between us.

As my hands began tugging at our clothing, I opened my eyes trying to will consciousness into my head.  My cock released as my hands pushed the flimsy cloth from around my waist, down to my knees.  My eyes saw the hair in front of me, red ringlets just beginning to glow from the light of the rising sun, as my hands pushed her clothing down her legs.  The hair looked familiar, so familiar, but so did the intense feeling of pleasure as my cock finally made flesh to flesh contact with the soft feel of her ass.  A niggling thought began to creep into my mind as my hips lowered.  It was driven from my mind, though, as the head of my cock exploded in pleasure as it dragged itself slowly and inexorably down the expanse of that fissure.  I felt her legs part, felt her leg slowly rise to give me room, and felt the head of my cock find purchase at the entrance of her sex.  I could feel the wet kiss of her lower lips as they welcomed me and just as I began that first promising, magnificent thrust inside of her, the niggling thought shook me and screamed at me.

My sister.  My cock was about to enter my sister.

It warred within me for a fraction of a second, the vestiges of my morality still sunken into the stupor of a sleeping mind versus the tangible reality of that pleasure-filled entrance.  Finally, luckily, my morality awoke and I slowly pulled myself from that forbidden union.

Jamie whimpered as our flesh parted, the wetness of her dew slowly drying on the head of my exposed member, a single tear to what might have been.  I trembled in shame and fear at what had almost occurred.  What, in a twisted way, I still yearned to do.

I mentally shook myself, willing myself away from that dire chasm.  Almost with regret, though, I pulled my lower torso back, the sand adding its painful scream to that of my slowly deflating member.  How I had not noticed the uncomfortable sand but a moment ago was beyond me.

I waited like that - exposed and vulnerable -- for an eternity, waiting for Jamie to awaken and scream in horror, but slowly her breathing returned from the quickness of excited passion to the even slowness of sleep.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  She slept; our close encounter would remain unnoticed.

It seemed hours passed as I slowly returned our clothing to normal, slowly re-covered our nether regions.  My blood pounded in my ears as I listened for any hint that I was waking her.  In truth, though, only a few minutes could have passed before I finally got us re-clothed.

Finally, I slowly pulled my arm from under her, finding that my hand sorely missed the feel of her breast within it and silently admonishing myself for thinking things like that.  The hormones raging within me slowly ebbed and died and the fear took me anew.  Fear of what I had almost done, however innocently.  Strangely, though, buried deep down in that morass of sub-consciousness that rarely sees the light of day, also fear that I would never get that opportunity again.

I stood quietly, willing myself to be completely silent.  I looked around the impromptu campsite and sighed in relief.  Everyone else was still sleeping; no one witnessed my near transgression.  I almost laughed in a mixture of relief and amusement: Jan's eyes were only a half-foot or so from the juncture of my sister's legs.  Had she but opened her eyes...

After my silent hysteric amusement died, that thought sobered me quickly.

I looked at the woods behind our encampment - west, my mind corrected me, as the sun was rising slowly above the sea to my back -- my mind a little clearer than yesterday.  The forest looked lush and extreme; it rose like a curtain from the pale white sand clearly demarcating the beach from the land.  Palm trees and coconut trees grew in a sparse area immediately adjacent from the beach and behind those I could just make out fig trees and what I believed to be banana trees.  I wasn't a botanist by any means but I don't recall ever hearing of those two types of trees growing so close to one another.  Still, it didn't look like we were going to be starving any time soon.

Somewhere inside that forest and slightly north of us, rising above the lush foliage, was an impressive looking mountain of black, brown and purple with scattered patches of green.  My neck creaked in protest as I moved my vision up to the top of the mountain.  It must have been many thousands of feet high, for just at the top of the seemingly flat mountain I could make out waving plains of white that looked like snow.

Looking north up the beach I could just make out a bluff where the sand slowly rose maybe a hundred feet or so above the sea.  The forest seemed almost to grow right to the top of that precipice, but a few large rocks or boulders could be seen at the extreme edge.

My eyes traveled south, but the beach disappeared around a large outcropping of land and I was unable to see very far.  It looked like the beach we were on was inset in a small, shallow cove.

After relieving my most pressing need, I flipped a coin in my head and started jogging to the south.  This was a morning ritual for me, as much a part of the start of my day as peeing or showering.   In the absence of familiarity of location I chose familiarity of routine.  After what I had almost done, I needed something in my life to be a bit more normal.

I reached the large outcropping to the south rather quickly, though the sand beneath my feet was really testing my endurance.  My gym shoes were not in great shape either, having survived the three day journey here in a sodden mess and only finally drying out near the fire overnight.  I thought perhaps they had shrunk for it hurt a little to put them on.  After a while though, my feet found comfort within them.

Another rocky outcropping rose further down the beach, this one a bit larger than the last.  I decided to abbreviate my run somewhat, both because of the exhaustion that was quickly overtaking me as much as the panic I feared my sudden disappearance might cause my companions.  I decided to run around the next outcropping to survey what lie beyond and then turn my steps back to camp.

What lay beyond, however, pushed all thought from my mind.

She was beautiful, a bronze goddess standing nude at the edge of the sea.  Her black hair streamed away from me in the soft wind and I wondered if I might still be dreaming, goddesses were not part of my normal waking experience.  Her back was to me, but it appeared soft and inviting, calling to me to run my lips down the soft plain.  I could make out the soft sides of her breasts just inside the inviting swell of her faultless arms; her breasts were large, but not overly so, and there was very little sag to their heft.  Her buttocks were firm and feminine, begging a hand to be run down the soft flesh, lingering here and there.  Her legs were soft and supple and appealing, only hinting at the treasure they might be hiding.

I stood dumb-struck, the last vestiges of my ability to communicate lost by the vision before me.  I could only watch and admire, as she turned minutely this way and that, scanning the sea before her.  Finally, she turned and began to walk back from the water's edge.

If the back of her nude body had been beautiful, the front was perfection.  Her blemish-free face was the same soft tan as the rest of her body and thin, perfect eyebrows arched above her eyes.  The soft swell of her nose was set daintily above deep red lips parted only minutely.  Even her chin was amazing, a soft, gentle swell which began its life in the silky swell of her cheeks and ended in a gentle curve.  Her neck plunged gently into her shoulders, and those supple curves gave way to the perfection of her breasts.  The dark reddishness of her erect nipples were rounded flawlessly and seemed almost an affectation of her body.  They stood, pert and trembling, above a flat stomach that begged me silently to run my tongue down the imperceptible line of hinted at muscles, and delve my tongue deeply within the perfect, small cavern of her navel.

My gaze traveled still lower, my mouth open and watering at her supple legs rising and falling rhythmically as she walked.  With each step the alluring cleft at the juncture of her legs peeked at me and my mouth watered even further.  In echo of my forbidden near-encounter and perhaps because of its interrupted nature or perhaps it was the gentle glory of her sex, the complete lack of pubic hair, the barest hint of what lie inside, but something begged me to come and suckle, to take her into my mouth until she screamed with pleasure and then to enter her with my grossly swollen cock and fill her with my seed.

I took a step towards her, unable to resist, unable even to think.  Somewhere deep within me, I knew that I must stop, that I must not do what I wanted but the compulsion to take this goddess of the sea was so strong I feared I would not be able to control myself until this coupling was complete.  I took another step towards her, my mind warring with itself for control of me.  I had to have her.

"El Capitan?" Even her voice was perfect, a whisper of sex on the warm sea breeze.  The voice, however, shook me from my stupor and returned control of my body back to me.

Her eyes were wide and her hands were trying unsuccessfully to hide her natural blessings from my sight.  Rationality returned to my mind and I looked at her again, but I could not find a blemish to her perfection.  Her very pores seemed to exude sex, and even the unnatural pose of her trying to hide from my sight only served to make me want her more.

With a trembling sigh, I reasserted control of myself.  I closed my eyes for a moment, morality once again returning to my mind.  'Twice in one day,' I admonished myself wryly.  'You'd think I was some kind of sex maniac.'  With another sigh, stronger, I gathered my control and re-opened my eyes.

I almost lost it from the very beginning.  Her eyes were centered on the sharp outline of my engorged penis and the barest hint of a smile was tugging at the very edge of her lips.  I gritted my teeth, willing myself back into control.

"I'm sorry; I was running and didn't know someone else was here."

With a last lingering glance, her eyes moved to hold my own.  In that moment, I felt myself falling into the gentle pool of her brown eyes.  Fearing I might become lost in that gaze, I looked beyond her trying desperately to return control from my little head to my larger one.

"It is okay, Michael," she said at last, drawing my eyes back to her own.  I was startled at her use of my name, but the open, friendly smile relaxed me.  "You must not recognize me in my...er...state.  I was on the aeroplane with you."  Her voice was lyrical and heavenly but it was evident she used care to choose each word.  Her accent was not very thick, but I recognized it as being of Spanish origin.  "Did anyone else make it?"

"No, I came alone," I replied, the soft curves of her naked body lingering in the corner of my vision, disrupting my thoughts completely.  "I mean, yes, there are others but I'm the only one who came down here.  Came running...uh...ran down the beach."  My mind was unable to work properly.

"How long have you been here?" I tried to take command of the conversation, hoping that this would keep my mind on track.  "I was told that others came down the beach yesterday and I have to believe they made it this far."

The smile slowly left her face.  "I made land late last night.  When the plane went down...you got me out of the plane and into one of the rafts.  The sea, though...it was so bad.  I fell out and the sea washed me away from the little raft.  I am a good swimmer, but I was no match for it.  I don't know how long I swam, but I could find no one."

"Just as my strength was giving out," she said with a sigh, tears welling in her eyes.  I narrowly resisted the urge to take her in my arms and wipe the tears away.  "I came upon some of those big steamer trunks bobbing in the sea.  I tried to climb on one, but it wouldn't hold me, I kept falling off.  There were others around and I tried to hold two of them together, but I could not.  Many times, I was afraid I was going to drown in the sea because the trunks kept moving apart.  Finally, I used my clothing to gather four of them together and tie them.  They became my raft and I floated on it until last night.

"The sun was very hot and I had no protection.  I opened one of the trunks, hoping that there was something there that I could use.  Imagine my surprise when the trunk was filled with bottles of water and of sunscreen and large blankets.  I was able to make it to shore very easily after that."

I looked around her and my eyes finally noticed the steamer trunks a short way down the beach.  She followed my eyes, forgetting for a moment about her nudity as her hands came down.  "Yes, those are the trunks.  I am very thankful for them."

'So am I,' came into my head unbidden but I quickly shook it out of my head.  Aloud I said, "There are another 17 people further up the beach.  Not everyone, but maybe others -- like your -- made it ashore even further down the beach.  If you'll...um...get dressed, I'll help you carry those trunks back to our camp."

"Are you so very sure you want me to get dressed, Michael?"  she replied, her lips turning up into a secretive smile.  When I was unable to do anything but stutter incoherently, she laughed openly and turned towards the trunks.

I could only watch as she clothed herself...but I watched as closely as propriety would allow.

It took us over an hour to drag the trunks back up the beach.  The silence between us was palpable but not uncomfortable with just a small edge of sexual tension.  I can't say why she remained stoically silent but my silence was brought on by ineptitude.  I simply had no idea what to say.

As we came around the second rocky outcropping, we were sighted and squeals of recognition and relief could be heard.  It wasn't long before we were surrounded by the remainder of our little band, with Alex and Tony taking hold of the trunks from each of us and pulling them the final distance up the beach.

Patty and Tracey were bouncing up and down in glee.  Evidently the trunks belonged to them and they were extremely happy to get them back.  Maria was apologizing for opening them, but they were so happy they immediately forgave her.

Jamie, for her part, just grabbed me and held me close, not saying a word.  The scent of her hair, the feel of her body against me brought back visions of what almost happened earlier that morning.  My member rose with the recollection, becoming harder and harder until I was almost sure Jamie could feel it.  Just as it was becoming uncomfortable lodged between us, Jamie disentangled herself and I could see the tears on her face.  "I was so afraid that after...when I saw you gone...I was afraid you had left me again!"

"Sis," I said seriously, carefully holding her at arms length under the pretense of looking her in the eyes.  "That's not going to happen again.  You're stuck with me, okay?"

She sniffled for a few minutes, but took me at my word.

"So, where'd you find my roommate?"  She questioned, holding onto my arm and falling in step with me.

"Your roommate?" I questioned blankly.  Lust was reeling inside of me with each step, my hard cock brushing against the distended cloth of my shorts.  Silently, I sighed in relief that there was a small crowd around us so the evidence of my lust would be hidden from view.

"Yea.  Maria.  Didn't you know she was my roommate?  She's half a year younger than me, but in the same class.  I thought I'd told you before?"

My mind went quickly through the sparse letters that we had exchanged in the past years.  Finally, I remembered references to Maria in them.  Vaguely, I remembered that she hadn't been roommates with her for all of the past 9 years...maybe the past 5 or 6.

"She replaced Tiffany, didn't she?" I asked, trying to pull the memories from my head.

"Tammy, Mikey," Jamie corrected me.  "Tiffany was my best friend until her parents pulled her out of Hairy Mounds three years ago."

"Oh.  Right," I replied lamely.

Jamie didn't even pretend to hear me.  "Tammy was a major pain.  I was so glad when she shacked up with Amber and Maria became my roommate.  Maria is the ultimate nice person.  You'll see.  I'm so glad she made it okay.  I was so worried."

I let Jamie lead the conversation, only half listening to her.

Jan had remained at the camp cooking over the revived fire.  She eyed me quizzically as the small mob broke up to sit near the camp fire.  Jamie had left my side to sit near Maria.  Maybe it was all the years since we had truly been a family, but I felt a strange pang of jealousy as I watched her talk animatedly with the other girl.

"Another adventure, boss?" Jan asked quietly.  "Wasn't one enough?"

I grinned at her in spite of myself.  "I was just going running, Jan.  I didn't expect to find anyone."

"Ah," Jan replied, her attention moving back to her cooking.  The scent elicited a large grumbling in my stomach.

"That smells pretty good," I remarked.  She was cooking cut up pieces of meat amid stalks of green on a flat rock that was placed atop the roaring fire.  "What is it?"

"Salmon, I think," her nose wrinkling in thought.  "Some kind of fish, anyway.  The boys caught them.  They found this large rock near the lake and brought it for us to cook on; it holds the heat really well."

"Probably volcanic," I remarked quietly.  "I think that mountain back there might be a dormant or extinct volcano."

"Maybe," she replied noncommittally.  "If you're thirsty, there're some gourds on the other side of the deadwood.    One of the girls found them dried out in the sun and Sarah hollowed them out yesterday.  They don't hold much, but there should be a little water left."

I didn't realize until that moment how thirsty I really was.  I thanked her and then drank water from two of the gourds.  It was amazing how much the cool water managed to revive me.  As I drank from the second gourd, I tried to gather my thoughts somewhat.

We had been overdue for over three days by now.  That meant that there were probably people out there right now searching for us.   However, unless they flew very low they were unlikely to see us on the beach.  We'd need to come up with something that could be seen from the air.

"How are we doing?" I asked Jan as I rejoined her by the fire.

"Well, breakfast is nearly done," she replied.

"That wasn't what I was asking, Jan," I said evenly.

She sighed.  "I know."  She grew quiet for a minute.  "I'm a bit worried about Sarah.  She's been very moody and introspected.  I think she'll pull out of it...she's been showing some signs...but I just don't know.

"The girls are taking this fairly well, for the most part.  Morgan's the worst besides Sarah.  I've tried to bring them both into conversations, but they aren't really talking much.  Elaine is handling things the best, I think.  She's been going on about how she knew we were going to be here because of her horoscope or Tarot reading or something.  She seems in fine spirits, though.  The others are handling it remarkably well.  I think the 'grand adventure' part of this whole thing hasn't worn off for them...either that, or they just don't realize the predicament we're in."

"Well, they've survived a plane crash.  That's a lot for most adults to handle...us included," I remarked, interrupting her.

"That isn't quite the predicament I was talking about, Mike," Jan admonished me with a look.  She went on through my protests.  "You're pretty speech last night was really nice and all...but you have no clue where we are.  No one does.  That storm with hurricane winds?  It blew us way off course and whatever happened to the instruments means we couldn't get a bearing.  Then let's throw in the flat spin of death, the long flight into the ocean in God knows what direction...there's no way anyone COULD know where we are.

"You can fool everyone else, Mike...but I'm as much a pilot as you.  We're completely lost."

I wanted to argue with her, but the words just died in my throat.  Jan was the most amazing pilot I'd ever met; she could tell direction using her women's intuition it seemed.  If she was lost, there was no way I could pretend otherwise.

"So we have no idea where we are, anyone looking for us doesn't even know where to begin looking, and it's a mighty big ocean we were flying over.  Let's face it that our odds of being rescued aren't really high right now."

"Then there's the male twins...Alex and Tony?...they worry me a little.  I can't shake this creepy, scary feeling I get whenever I'm near them.  It's almost as if they aren't taking any of this seriously; as if this is just some kind of big game to them.  I don't know how to explain it - they just really weird me out."

"I'll keep an eye on them," I said in what I hoped was a helpful tone.  Jan just looked at me for a moment, her eyes unreadable.  Then she returned to her cooking.  "What do you suggest we do to make our odds better at being found?"

"I don't think we can make our odds better," Jan replied.  "I think what we need to do is separate into groups and walk off in different directions.  We can keep one group of people here and use it as a kind of base camp.  We walk off for a period of time...say, two days...and if we don't find anyone we come back here.  If we do find someone, we bring them back here."

"It's not an ideal solution," Jan continued.  "But I don't think we can just wait around to get rescued...I think we're going to have to rescue ourselves."


We divided into teams that night and set off the following morning.  Jamie, Beth and I formed one team - mostly because Jamie didn't want to let me out of her sight and Beth quietly asked if she could come with us.  Sarah, Karen, and Andrea formed a second group, Jan, Elaine, and Christine formed a third group, Holly, Liz, and Mattie formed a fourth group, and Alex, Tony, and Samantha formed the fifth group.  That left Patricia, Tracey, Morgan and Maria to mind our 'base' camp.

We were each sent in a different direction, my group was going straight through the forest, Sarah's group would go off at a southern angle and Jan's group would go south.  Holly's group would go straight north, and Alex, Tony and Samantha would go in a northern angle, moving around the mountain as they went.

The trunks had been found to contain a number of cosmetics and other personal items such as nail clippers, blow dryers, curlers, and such (there was one small case that Patricia and Tracey were extremely secretive about; based on the blushes on their faces and the quick way they grabbed at the case I was pretty sure that the case held lingerie, nighties and the like).  One trunk, true to Maria's account, contained bottles of water, sun block, and a number of blankets.  I was amazed at the amount and weight of things that girls would pack, but considered it better to keep my thoughts to myself.

Patricia and Tracey's water supply (they had brought a couple of cases to ward off Montezuma's revenge) was split between all of the groups so that we each had two bottles of water except the male twins' group who took the hollowed out gourds because the lake was directly in their path.  The 'beach' groups -- Jan's group heading down the south beach and Holly's group heading up the north beach - also took some fruit along as well as the sun block.  Since the other three groups were heading straight into the jungle, we assumed we'd find something to eat along the way.  Finally, we carried blankets and some large flint rocks that Holly had found the first day.

The forest was dense, but not impenetrable.  It was, however, slow going and very hot work.  There was little in the way of breezes, so we found ourselves sweating profusely almost from the beginning.  Add to that the countless nicks and cuts we sustained from brushing against the pliable-looking flora, and we were fairly miserable well before we could break for lunch.  Jamie and Beth, however, said nothing about it.  In truth, there was little breath left for conversation.

We found a banana tree along our path about mid-day and decided to stop.  I tried to climb the tree, but my skills left quite a bit to be desired.  In the end, I boosted Jamie up.  As she climbed over me, her body brushed against mine and memories of dawn the previous day flittered through my mind though I tried desperately to stop them.  Her breasts traced up my face as she climbed, her foot anchoring on my leg and it was all I could do not to open my mouth for just a moment.  I knew that I should turn my head, but I couldn't -- dreading the contact on one hand and relishing it on the other.  However, when she slipped and the juncture of her legs made contact with my face - when I could imagine the scent of her drifting across my nose - I could deny my hunger no longer and I pressed my nose into her for the barest fraction of a second.

If she noticed, she said nothing, only continued climbing up on my shoulders and then into the tree to gather the fruit.  I, however, trembled with a mixture of carnal lust and shame at not being able to control myself better.

Jamie and Beth whispered quietly as we ate, but I had neither the energy nor the curiosity to eavesdrop.  My mind was a confused swirl of emotions, desires and morality.  I could not tell what was happening to me, how I could think to betray my sister after all of the other pain I had heaped upon her in this lifetime nor how I could think to betray my own sense of what was right and wrong.  I was yet fighting a battle within me; I had the unpleasant feeling that no matter which side won, I lost.

That single thought over-shadowed me as we started out again.  It haunted me as we made our way painstakingly through the verdant forest.  It echoed throughout my mind until I no longer wanted to think, no longer wanted to dwell upon it.  I promised myself that no matter what else happened, I would not harm my sister in that way.  I would not ever cross that line.

As dusk began to settle into the trees, we came across a smallish lake that was fed by a small stream from somewhere to the north.  We crossed the stream and decided to camp for the night, using the lake as our haven.  The girls unwrapped the blankets we had carried on our backs and lay them along the river while I gathered some dry firewood and underbrush.  It took me some time - I was unfamiliar with flint -- but I managed to get a blaze going.

Jamie looked at Beth and I speculatively.  "Well, I don't know about the two of you, but after that long march, I could use a swim.  I'm tired, dirty, bloody and I'm pretty sure I smell."  She said it as if it were a question, gauging our mood.

Beth just looked at me as I turned to my sister.  "Sis, we don't have swimming trunks or a change of clothes.  If you take a swim now you're going to be very uncomfortable in those wet clothes tomorrow."

"Well," Jamie replied, her eyes turning to Beth and a small, sly smile slowly creeping across her face.  "I wasn't planning on getting my clothes wet."

I began to ask her what she meant...but my words stuck in my throat as she pulled her shirt from over her head.  "Surely even YOU have heard of skinny dipping, brother dear."

She wore no bra and at the sight of the supple, round orbs that adorned her chest a choked cry escaped me.  She was beautiful, her full round breasts defying the gravity that begged to hold them down.  I couldn't look but I couldn't stand not to look.  My breath was gone from me as my eyes beheld the firm stomach below her amazing breasts.

"Geez, Bro!" she rebuked me lightly, but there was a hesitant little laugh within her words.  "Put your eyes back in your head!  Maria said you liked to look, but for pity's sake!"  With a giggle, she stood and my eyes had to follow her.

It didn't really register in my head as her shorts dropped around her feet.  All I could see was the smooth perfection of her butt, the dark, inviting crevice where my length had been nestled only yesterday, and the limber flesh of her gorgeous legs vanishing beneath it all.  It wasn't until she ran into the water that I was again able to breathe.

"Wow," Beth said and I turned to look at her again, noticing her for what seemed the first time.  "I'm...uh...not as...uh...free...could you please look away?"

I didn't register her words for a moment, my mind shocked into submission.  Finally, though the words penetrated the growing fog.

"Oh.  Right.  Sorry."  I turned my head and closed my eyes.  After a few minutes I heard her splash.

"Okay...you can look now."  Beth called to me.  I looked half-expecting to see her there, but she had disappeared under the cool water of the lake.

"Mikey, come on," Jamie called to me.  "The water is great.  In the center its maybe 15 feet deep, but everywhere else seems to be a bit shallower."

I didn't trust myself.  I didn't trust what I might do in the water with the two nude young women.  I didn't trust my ability to maintain my resolve.  Finally, though, the heat of the day and the long march got the better of me.  I moved off into the shadows and discreetly removed my clothing.  From out in the water I heard Jamie laughing at me.

The water was cool as I ran into it and it almost immediately soothed the pains of the day away.  I felt serene, maybe even happy as I swam within it -- like all of my troubles were gone.  I was at peace.

We swam for a while, separately but together.  I wanted to swim to my sister and touch her, feel her, run my lips along the softness of her skin.  My body screamed at me to do it, but I held myself to my promise.  The line must not be crossed.

For a while, as I swam around the center of the lake, I heard them whispering and giggling in the shallow edges.  From where I was, though, I could not make out any words and I found myself too lazy to swim closer.  Instead, I decided it was probably better for them to have their secrets.

Finally, the night grew dark and we only had the flickering light of the fire for company.  We stood at the edge of the lake, then, me waist deep and the girls hunched over.  For a long moment we looked from one of us to another, not knowing what to do or what to say.  No one wanted to make the first move.

"Oh, for pete's sake," my sister groaned impatiently.  She began walking out of the water and I was again treated to the soft swell of her buttocks and the sheen of her perfect skin glistening in the fire light.  Her red hair radiated in the firelight and the soft reflection of the water on her skin made her seem like a dream come to life.  She stopped and hunched over the fire, warming herself.

"The two of you might as well come out," she called to us softly.  There was determination in her voice, but also the slight tremble of fear or excitement.  "I'm not putting on those dirty clothes to sleep, so you're going to catch my nudity anyway."

Beth and I stood for a moment and then resolutely began walking out of the water.  When we realized we were both moving we stopped suddenly, each of us waiting for the other.  The comedy of it all hit each of us then, and we burst out laughing.  It wasn't much, but it was enough and Beth and I walked out and joined Jamie at the fire.

Beth was very cute, the dark caramel of her skin almost glowing as the fire light touched her.  Her black hair was thick and lush, and it hung in great frizzly waves down the side of her face.  Her breasts were pert and large and her nipples crinkled enticingly as they strained in the cool night air.  She had the barest hint of fat on her, but rather than detracting from her it enhanced her beauty.  Her behind was full and lush and I caught myself wondering what it would feel like to bury my face in it.  

As she crouched, my eyes were drawn to the soft splay of her legs.  She was covered with a wondrous mat of soft hair around her sex and I could almost taste how they would feel between my lips.  I wondered what it would feel like to have my tongue inside of her.  I wondered what it would feel like to bury my cock in it.  I wondered what it would feel like to go to jail for statutory rape.

The last thought cooled my ardor if only for a moment.  As I looked up, Beth was watching my face.  She knew where I had been looking and did nothing to cover herself.  And when our eyes met, she didn't look away.

I almost didn't notice my cock growing hard beneath me.  It didn't matter.  As our eyes held each other, everything else faded into the distance.  There was nothing but the two of us, nothing but this eternal moment where we were together.  It held us both and would not let us go.

"Wow, Mikey," Jamie whispered.  Her words broke into the trance that held Beth and I, and I realized almost belatedly that we weren't alone after all.  "I really need to start calling you my BIG brother."

I blushed, my hand moving to the 9 inch length of my swollen manhood.  I covered myself with my hands and moved away, folding my blanket over me and then scooting closer to the fire.  I couldn't help but see Jamie's face as she watched me.  There was discomfort in her eyes and indecision, as if she were holding herself back form some unseen precipice.  There was also a sort of strange strain in her eyes that both intrigued me and frightened me.

I drifted off to sleep with the two girls whispering animatedly to one another.


I woke to that strange half-sleep where reality and dreams mixed interchangeably.  Something was different, but in my stupor I couldn't tell what.  My blanket had been tossed open and the cool air fought with the heat of the dying fire on my skin.  I began to reach for the blanket to cover myself again when another sensation intruded upon my consciousness.

A warm wetness engulfed my turgid member.

I opened my eyes suddenly awake, the last vestiges of sleep abandoning me.  Between my legs, her brown eyes looking up at me sexily, Beth slowly bobbed her head on my glistening cock.

"Beth," I started moving to remove her, but neither my arms nor my voice had much strength to them.

"Shhh," she whispered, taking her mouth from me.  "You'll wake Jamie."

I watched as she extended her tongue and drew it down the long length of my shaft.

"I wanted to do this for days now," she whispered anew, her hand slowly jacking my member.  "Consider it a thank you present."  Then she engulfed the head of my dick in her warm mouth.

"Beth, please," I began quietly, a groan growling through me from her ministrations.  "You don't have to do this.  I don't need to be thanked."  But I somehow lacked the strength to pull her from my shaft.

"Oh, but I do," she whispered back, her mouth again moving from my penis.  "I've been so horny for this, I almost couldn't stand it.  Besides, think of all the wonderful ways that you can thank me for my thank you present.  My poor little pussy is just drenched thinking about it.  Not now, though.  Right now, I want to taste you.  I want to eat your cum.  A girl has to keep up her protein, you know."

"But," I replied softly, my mind running out of objections.  "I'm twice your age!"

The smile she gave me was somehow both sweet and sexy.  "That's just all part of the fun.  Boys my age are just...boys.  You though, I think you'll know how to treat my pussy.  I'm really looking forward to it.

"Right now, though, I want to drink of you.  I want you to cum down my throat."

Something inside me broke then, something very small but significant.  As she plunged her mouth down over my cock, I no longer wanted to stop it.  I no longer wanted the young girl to take her mouth off my cock.  Morality be damned, I no longer cared her age.  I just wanted her.

Her head began bobbing slowly as she rolled my balls in her hand.  She was gentle and wonderful and the warm sounds of her suckling mouth combined with the soft popping of the fire had me in their spell.  I felt my hips bucking up to meet her mouth, and I watched her eyes hold mine as her mouth met each of my thrusts.  She couldn't take me completely though; I could feel my head bumping against the back of her throat.  She tried, though, and what she couldn't fit in her mouth she covered with her gently pumping hand.

Her tongue whipped itself around my glans with each outward stroke and my eyes closed, my head thrashing from side to side.  Her mouth plunged up and down and my hips met her thrust for thrust.  The soft ballooning of her cheeks as I moved within her, the look of adoration on her face, the feel of her gentle fingers strumming on my sack...it all was too much.  I turned my head towards the fire, slowly moving towards the point of my release but not wanting it to arrive.  I wanted to feel this way forever, never removing my dick from that special place.

My eyes, however, met Jamie's.  She was watching us, that look of strained indecision on her face.  I watched her for a moment before she realized I was looking at her, and I saw her eyes following Beth's head as she bobbed down upon me.  I watched the tip of her tongue swipe slowly and gently at her lips, her eyes never moving from the sight of the joining of my cock and Beth's mouth.

Finally, she realized I was watching her and she looked.  Our eyes met for a moment that was an eternity.  There was no anger on her lips, no betrayal in her eyes, but there was a hunger of some kind that I could not quite place.  As I felt Beth's throat giving way, as I felt the length of me traveling down her neck, Jamie blew me a kiss and it was all I needed to send me over the edge.

"Oh God," I groaned, no longer concerned whether Jamie could hear me or not.  "I'm coming.  God, Beth, I'm coming down your throat."

And I did, spurt after spurt of my seed bursting into Beth's mouth.   She pulled her mouth out a little and a look of rapture came over her face as I emptied myself in her waiting mouth.  I watched as she swallowed, watched as my cock jumped and jerked in her lips.  She took it all and let none escape.

When I was done, she slid up my body, her breasts dragging across me, her hard nipples lighting my skin on fire.  She hugged me close, her mouth inches from my ear.  "Thank you, Mikey.  I wanted that so badly.  Next time, it's your turn.  Next time, I want your tongue in my pussy until I scream and then I want to suck your cock with my lower lips.  Think you can handle that?"

I could only nod, caution and morality thrown to the wind.  For a moment, we stayed like that...then she sucked briefly at my neck and moved away.  I groaned in disappointment.

"I was going to cuddle with you tonight," she whispered as she drew away.  "But I hear you have a tendency to leave girls hanging when that happens.  So I guess I'll just leave for now and we'll have to find some time when you can put those wonderful muscles of yours to good use.  Anticipation is half the fun, isn't it?"

I watched her crawl on her blanket and pull it over herself.  Her words echoed in my mind until I understood them.  As the implication of her words hit me, I turned to Jamie's blanket, but she had already rolled over.


We woke in the morning and cleaned up the camp.  It was surreal, no one talked of the previous night and Beth had once again become the shy little girl that I remembered.  I wondered if I might have dreamed the whole thing, wondered if my over-active imagination had conjured up a fantasy that I so wanted to be real.  The infrequent looks at me from Beth, however, assured me that last night had been no dream.

Beth had a playful frown on her face as I got dressed.

The second day was as hard as the first, but I felt almost renewed.  Meanwhile, Beth and Jamie took to whispering and giggling and I began to worry about what they were talking about.  Try as I might, though, I was unable to overhear any of their conversation.

We were pushing ourselves hard, me trying to escape the demons I had loosed last night and the girls trying to keep up with me.  I was about to call out, about to end the second day, when we suddenly broke through the edge of the forest.  The sun was hanging moments above the lip of the sea, the arcs of its amber fire stretching out like fingers above us as we came rather suddenly out onto a sandy beach.

"Did we go the wrong way, Mikey?" Jamie asked me, but the sun was beginning its long descent into the sea and I knew better.  "Did we get turned around?"

"No, Jamie.  It looks like there's an opposite shore.  Maybe...maybe we're on a peninsula."  Deep in the pit of my stomach, however, I knew that I was lying.  I knew that there was but one explanation and I shrank away from that realization.  We stood there for a moment, just gazing out at the sea, none of us had any words for how we were feeling.  The lap of the surf pounded loudly in our ears, and I could feel myself begin a long spiral into the pit of despair.

We heard soft shouts around us and turned around, believing for just a second that someone had found us, that we were saved.  As we turned to the shouts, however, our hearts sank even as they were elated.  The shouts were coming from a large group that we recognized.

We walked towards the group half in dejection and half in elation.  As we approached, I was able to pick out the faces of Jan, Holly, Sarah, Karen, Liz and some others.  I didn't see the boys however, nor Samantha who was with them.  Still, the significance of their presence on this shore slowly sank in.  As we neared, our worst fears were confirmed.

"It's an island, Mike," Jan called to me.  "We're on a god-damn island."

