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Jamaican Son: A Contemporary Fairy Tale
by Mistress Nodoka (loey4u81@gmail.com)

***

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. (MMF, FF, FFM, cheat, group, rom)

***

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 
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 can't! 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.

END

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