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Mom and I Vacationed Together
by Renata von Foetze (von_foetze@mail.com)

***

Mother and daughter vacation separate from the men in 
their family. Their vacation on a Caribbean Island as 
the daughter turns eighteen leads to a divorce and a 
marriage, after they find the right man. (MFF, oral, 
inc, bi, preg, xmas)

***

The year I turned eleven and my brother, Jimmie, turned 
thirteen, our summer vacation plans changed for the 
better, at least in the opinion of me and Mom. 

Each year, as far back as I can remember, during 
Christmas vacation week, our family gathered together in 
the living room. The tree lights were on, open presents 
still under the tree and the coffee table was covered 
with brochures and pictures that each of collected since 
our last vacation. When I was very young, it didn't seem 
to take very long. Jimmie and me only wanted to play 
with our new toys.

But it seems to me, the older we became the more 
involved we were involved as the family made plans for 
our next summer vacation. The male vs. female in-
fighting got worse. My Dad and brother always lined up 
against me and Mom as their idea for a vacation did 
nothing for us girls. I guess that is when my close 
bonding with Mom began. 

Daddy and Jimmie were into camping, hiking and fishing; 
as well as things such as rafting down rapids, climbing 
mountains and the like. Mom and I preferred sandy 
beaches, some night life, and attractions like Sea 
World, Circus World and the like. But most of all me and 
Mom liked to relax and go out to eat.

The year before, when I turned ten, our parents agreed 
that the guys would get to choose what and where the 
whole family would do for one week, and the other week 
we got to choose the vacation destination. It didn't 
work all that well for any of us. 

It was the next year when Mom suggested that the males 
go on their vacation while Mom and I would go our own. 
Dad agreed. I'm pretty sure Jimmie was more than pleased 
since he complained the loudest when it was our turn to 
choose. He could be such a Jerk. 

That first year under the new plan, Mom and I went to 
Paris and London. It was really cool, although Paris was 
nice, but we did a lot of walking. However, London was 
far more fun for me; actually outside of London.  Mom's 
family came from England and we met with some of her 
cousins. 

One of her cousins has a son who is a year older than 
me. Bradford was a hunk. I didn't want that vacation to 
end. We've been pen pals ever since. Of course we still 
email each other at least once a week. I could write him 
about things that I could talk about with anyone else, 
but I never saw him again.

We had some other great vacations, including two weeks 
at Cape Cod, two weeks split between Orlando and the 
North Carolina Outer Banks, a cruise to the Caribbean 
were my favorites. However, this past summer turned out 
to be the greatest of them all. 

I had turned eighteen that April and would attend 
college at the end of the summer. I felt more mature 
than ever and Mom agreed. There were times when we 
seemed more like sisters than mother and daughter.

I should probably tell you that Mom is only thirty-nine 
and looks like she's no more than thirty. The past year 
in particular, we were often mistaken for sisters. It's 
not that surprising. We both stand five seven, have 
shoulder length, thick blonde hair, summer sky blue eyes 
and pouty lips. Our figures are also close to identical.

Mom's hips are thirty-nine and mine are thirty-seven and 
half inches. Who can tell the diff?  Our bust dimensions 
are both thirty-eight and we easily are able to wear 
each other's bras. In addition, I've been wearing Mom's 
clothes and vice-versa for over a year.

It does bug me that Mom wears size six shoes and has 
small, dainty ankles while I wear size nine, but I think 
my thighs are sexier, but I don't mention it to Mom. 
Still, it is such a kick when we wear identical outfits 
including our bikinis. Sorry, I got off track; back to 
my tale.

*****

This year, Mom and I decided to go Caribbean Island 
hopping for our vacation, with three days at St. Croix, 
four at Saint Martin, three at Martinique, three at 
Aruba with a final two days at Key West. It would cost 
us a bundle. I worked every weekend and took every 
babysitting job I could get in order to add to our 
vacation fund. 

We knew it would be a whirlwind tour, so we kept our 
luggage to a minimum. For example, we took few clothes. 
We each brought two bikinis, two pair of shorts with 
bandeau tops, one miniskirt with a blouse and a pair of 
tights which are easy to replace in case of damage. 

Mom and I both decided to sleep in the nude to save 
baggage space, which was no big deal since I've slept 
that way for the last two years and Mom didn't like to 
be too restrained by clothes either. For night clubbing 
we each had a matching black mini dress made with an 
under layer of thin cotton and a lace overlay. It had a 
halter tie neck, open back and black sleeves – very 
sexy.

Fortunately we use the same makeup which enhanced the 
sister look while it saved a lot of room in our carry-on 
luggage. We only wore sandals, although I voted for at 
least one pair of high heels, but I was outvoted. 

Yeah, we packed pretty sexy clothes which works for both 
of us. This year we took our vacation in early June 
because I finished school early. I was practically giddy 
in anticipation at the approach of departure day.

We visited St. Croix first at a resort that is secluded 
within wooded hills and the ocean. We booked the least 
expensive room and had to share the king size bed which 
was no problem since we've been there and done that for 
years. The resort has a spa, a beautiful white sand 
beach as well as a pool. 

We spent the first day exclusively at the beach and 
worked on our tans plus time for some jogging in the 
sand for cardio exercise. In my opinion, if we wanted to 
swim, we could have done that back home. 

The morning of the second day we booked a session with a 
masseuse plus we got a body wrap and a facial. We used 
the fitness room for forty minutes then had lunch around 
the pool. We hit the beach that afternoon where we were 
frequently hit upon. 

We're cool with that. Nothing boosts a girl's esteem 
like having a bevy of men come by and let you know they 
find you attractive. Although in the back of my mind, I 
hoped for a little romance before we returned home, the 
pickings at this resort were excessively thin. Mom and I 
agreed this first stop had to be to get sun and to let 
our fast paced lives drain away. This we did.

I'm not sure why, but I looked forward to our next stop 
– Saint Martin. We chose four days there because we 
wanted to spend at least part of one day on the Dutch 
side of the island. That was Mom's idea. 

I fell in love with the island almost immediately. Even 
the guest house where we booked a room was perfect. We 
relaxed at a beach again during the afternoon. Mom 
decided that evening we should go clubbing. 

*****

It happened at the second club Mom and I visited. A 
young man tried to pick me up. He looked gorgeous, spoke 
English with a charming accent and knew how to dance. At 
first I thought he might have been like a gigolo, but he 
was fun and persistent and after two dances, he sat at 
our table and ordered us a local drink. I admit that I 
became interested in him, even if he was a gigolo; 
however, I was with Mom and would not abandon her.

She played it cool and said, "Bonsoir. My name is Sarah, 
her name is Rachel."

I took quick notice that she didn't introduce me as her 
daughter. He sort of bowed and said, "Bonsoir Mesdames, 
I am Jean Michel, but you can call me Michel. Have you 
enjoyed our island paradise?"

After the intros, Mom let me do most of the talking for 
us. "So far it has been a delight since we arrived this 
morning."

He took my hand and smiled oh so sweetly. "Ahh, there is 
so much for you to see and experience. Perhaps you will 
let me be your guide. Shall we go someplace less noisy 
so we can talk without shouting?"

I gave Mom a look and said, "Sorry, I don't want to 
leave my mother all alone."

He was cute. He looked surprised and said, "Mother? I 
thought she was your sister. Mon Dieu, She looks so 
young, she must have been very young to give birth to 
you."

It was a standard line. "Yeah, we get that a lot. You 
see, we vacation together. It's like a bonding thing."

"C'est bon. Then why not share me?"

I was too surprised to say anything. I looked at Mom, 
She had a sensuous smile and she winked at me. I got my 
act together and said to Mom, "Why not. I'm game, if 
you're game."

She laughed, turned to Michel and said, "Let's talk 
about it. What did you have in mind?"

This was like a major revolution on Mom's part. She 
never, ever, suggested we double date with one man 
between us. I know things with Dad in the bedroom were 
not so great the last couple of years and Mom was not 
adverse to an occasional one night stand. Mom and I even 
double dated on our recent vacations, including a 
memorable two days and nights in Paris, but this is 
earth shaking. Michel looked as if he won a big stake at 
the casino and said, "There is a place on the island 
that I think you both would very much like. My vehicle 
is outside."

He stood up and called for the check. He helped Mom up 
then he helped me. All I could think is that this 
evening ought to prove interesting. He signed the check. 
I kind of suspected at that point that Michel probably 
had money. He guided us outside and had the valet bring 
his car around. I sat between him and Sarah. She said I 
should use her name for the time being.

He drove through the town and pointed out places and 
stores of interest. He drove into the hill over the town 
and we climbed to near the top of one hill. He pulled 
into a long driveway that ended in a circular drive in 
front of a house. It was at least twice the size of our 
home in New York. A man came out right away and held 
open the door for us.

Michel said to him, "Put the car away Louie. Ask Deniece 
to bring us some wine and a bowl of fruit, please."

We followed him into the building. I said tentatively, 
"Louis is your um...?"

He's my all purpose man. Sometimes he's my chauffeur, 
sometimes my butler. He is also my valet and the home's 
major domo. Deniece is his wife and does most of the 
cooking. Her mother is the housekeeper. They have been 
with my family for years. Louis parents also had those 
roles before him. Come this way, we shall go outside."

My head twisted one way then the other. His home was 
fantastic. Real artwork hung on the walls. The 
furnishings would not look out of place in a museum or a 
movie set. We walked through the house and out onto a 
paved stone patio. 

There were benches with cushions here and there on the 
edges, plus a glass top table with four cushioned 
chairs. I think there is even a fire pit in one corner. 
The whole surrounded with flowering shrubbery. 

Michel led us to the table as he said, I love sitting 
out here for breakfast and many an evening just to relax 
and count the stars. I live her alone with the servants 
this summer. My parents are in France visiting my 
sister. She's older than me and married to a Parisian 
with whom my father has business ties. But enough of 
family. Wait until you see the view in the morning. We 
have a private beach at the bottom of those steps. 
Perhaps you'll like a swim in the morning."

I looked at mom and she winked at me again. What is 
going on with her? I guess we're staying the night. I'm 
not exactly a virgin. I had sex with two guys, one of 
them twice. Neither of them had any idea what worked for 
a woman, but then I'm no experienced lover either. The 
only orgasms I ever had I gave myself. What will it be 
like with a guy who had the chutzpah to bring me and my 
mother to his home for some sex? At least I hope it will 
include sex.

We sat down at the table. A woman, who looked as old as 
my grandmother, came out with a tray containing wine 
flutes, a white wine and a bowl of mixed cut up fruit 
pieces. She said in French, "Will there be anything 
else, Jean Michel?"

He started to say no then said in French, "Yes. My 
guests must be uncomfortable in those tight clothes. 
Would you take them inside and find them some island 
style clothing that will be more comfortable?" 

He turned to us. "Please go with Deniece. She will get 
you something more comfortable to wear and show you 
where the bathrooms are located."

We followed her back into the house and to a bedroom. A 
king size canopy bed dominated the center of the room. 
Gauze curtains hung on all four sides. I guessed it to 
be mosquito netting. There were two wardrobe closets, a 
bureau with a large mirror on top, a small table under a 
window with two medallion cane back chairs. Deniece 
pointed to a door and said, "Voici les Toilettes."

She went to one of the wardrobes and brought out two 
lengths of bright flower printed cloths. "Pour vous."

I looked at my mom. She took the clothes, handed one to 
me and in a stage whisper said, "Wrap around skirts. 
They tie on the side."

She quickly took off her dress, I followed suit. Deniece 
picked them up and carried them off. I looked at mom. 
Her pussy is shaved smooth. I've been doing mine for a 
year but I didn't know when she had it done. In a 
surprised voice, I asked, "Mom, when did you get yours 
shaved?"

She ran her hands over the now smooth skin and said, "I 
had it done before we left Saint Croix. I liked the way 
yours looked so I thought I'd give it a try. It feels 
nice. Do you think Michel will like it?"

I sort of shrieked, "Mom! Are we both going to do it 
with him?"

"Why not? I want to see how he'll handle two women and I 
can use a little sex. You're no virgin. What did you 
think would happen this evening?"

"I don't know what to think. So are you my mom or my 
older sister?"

"Whatever works will do. Are you ready?"

I guess we're going topless with bare feet. I'm getting 
hornier by the minute. Mom really took me by surprise. 
This vacation looks to get better by the day. We 
casually strolled back out to the patio. Michel had 
changed into a pair of shorts and that is all he wore 
apparently. Now I also looked forward to see how he 
would handle both of us. We sat down. Wine was already 
poured into our flutes.

We casually drank our wine and nibbled on some fruit. 
Mom answered his questions about where we were staying, 
where we live and what we did at home. He interspaced 
his questions with comments regarding how lovely we 
looked as we sat next to each other. I think he was like 
most men; fascinated by our tits but desired our 
pussies. That's alright since I looked forward to see 
his cock.

He finished his wine and said, "We should go inside 
before the moustiques find us or the wine goes to our 
head. Leave the glasses on the table. Louis or Deniece 
will take care of them."

We followed him back to the same bedroom. He pointed to 
the door and said, "You might like a shower before you 
come to bed."

My mind said he means before we fuck him. This vacation 
suddenly became all I had hoped for and with a little 
kink thrown in. Christ, I am so horny and it is all 
Mom's doing and I love her for it.

I followed Mom. She took the shower first. I sat on the 
bidet and gently caressed my pussy. My labia already 
unfolded and swollen; my nips were hard as diamonds, and 
I wished she would hurry up. When she stepped out, I 
quickly went inside to get under the water.

I finished, found a towel and began to dry myself. I 
notice that Mom left her wraparound in the bathroom. I 
wondered if she and I were in competition. Well I could 
play that game, too. I hung up the towel and walked into 
the bedroom, when what should appear before my eyes? It 
wasn't reindeer. I watched Mom who had a hand wrapped 
around his cock and slowly stroked it.

It was a nice cock. Maybe six and half inches and it 
looked a little thicker than my limited experience. His 
balls were large and appeared heavy to me. Again I knew 
my experience was slight. Meanwhile, Michel stroked her 
pussy with one hand while he licked and sucked on a 
nipple. There's plenty of room on one side for me, but I 
didn't come here to be an audience.

I leapt on the bed slid over closer and wrapped my lips 
around the purple head of his cock. I got a taste of his 
pre-cum. It was warm and fruity. That explains the wine 
and fruit appetizer. I heard him groan as I sucked hard 
to get the whole head in my warm, wet mouth. I did my 
best to swirl my tongue about his cock. My mother said, 
"Don't rush him, girl. He's got to last us all night. 
Are you as wet as I am?"

From the odors that swamped my nose, I'd say she was 
pretty wet. I used two fingers to enter her vava. Oh 
yeah, she's wet, I mean sloppy wet and I thought I was 
horny. 

Michel took charge. He moved me alongside my mother but 
with my hips parallel to her knees. I don't know where 
he got it from, but he ripped open a condom envelope. I 
said a tad loudly, "Forget that, do us bareback. We're 
protected."

Mom giggled. He sniggered; well, that's what it sounded 
like. He spread my legs a fraction, lined himself up and 
rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. It felt very good. 
Mom giggled again. WTF? All at once his cockhead came to 
my front door. It sniffed around a moment until it found 
the opening and he entered me. Not all the way, and not 
even deep like I'd previously experienced.

Instead he pushed in perhaps an inch, pulled back then 
pushed in a little deeper. He repeated this action until 
I felt his balls on my ass cheeks. Lordy, did I feel 
full of him and it felt damned wonderful. 

After a long pause I became use to him. The he fucked me 
in a long, slow steady rhythm. I got my hips humping him 
back in the same rhythm. I heard slurping noises. God, 
how sloppy wet am I?

I forced my eyes open and looked. Hot damn, the slurping 
noise came from him licking Mom's pussy like a starved 
animal. She began to grunt and moan in between her 
whispers – Yes, that's nice, oh yeah. She sounded like 
one of the sluts in the porn film I saw with my friend 
Arlene. 

I stopped listening because I was rolling up to my peak, 
not fast, but steadily. Mom came first, I think. Michel 
was filling me with cum which pushed me over the cliff 
and I came like never before.

We rested a minute or two. Deniece came in and held a 
glass to my mouth. I drank a sweet, orange flavor 
alcoholic liquid. Later I learned it was Cointreau 
Liqueur. It made me momentarily dizzy. She offered the 
same to Mom and Michel. Then she used a warm damp cloth, 
a number of them actually, to wipe the sweat off our 
bodies and to clean between our legs. I wondered if this 
could be a regular event around here. I didn't care 
actually, I just wondered.

That was just the first act, Mom and I switched roles 
for Act II. There were two more acts after that then we 
all slept in the one bed. For the first time I came more 
than once. It would not be the last.

*****

When I woke in the morning, Mom still slept, but Michel 
had disappeared. I crawled off the bed and walked, on 
rubber legs, to the toilet where I emptied by over 
loaded bladder. I moved over to the bidet and douched 
myself twice. I almost came from the force of the water. 
Then I showered. I marveled that a man made me come four 
times in one night and each far superior to all of my 
first three combined.

I laughed and said to myself, 'That must be what a fuck 
should be like.' I stepped out, dried myself and looked 
in at Mom. She was dead to the world. I wondered where 
Michel went. I walked au natural out to the Patio. A 
carafe of coffee and slices of apple pie were under a 
glass cover. I assumed as protection from the insects 
and birds. I sat down, poured myself a cup and put a 
slice of the pie on a plate. I guess it would do for 
breakfast.

Ten or so minutes later, Mom joined me. I fixed her a 
coffee and slid a plate with apple pie over to her. 
"Thank you my lovely, sexy daughter. I'm surprised you 
could walk out here by yourself."

I laughed and said, "No prob, I crawled out when I 
smelled the coffee."

"Where's Michel?"

"I have no idea. He was gone when I woke up. I haven't 
seen Deniece or Louis either. The coffee and pie were 
waiting out here. Oh god, it is such a beautiful 
morning. I truly feel like I'm a woman now."

"Well, I'd say you've been fucked like one anyway. How 
does it feel to be a grown up?

I smiled in answer.

She smiled back. "I can't tell you how wonderful I feel 
this morning. I wonder what Michel might do for an 
encore."

I laughed at the idea then said, "I have no idea, but I 
suggest we grab a big towel, the tanning lotion I saw in 
the Toilettes, and go down to the beach where we can get 
some sun."

"Good idea, my little sister."

*****

I don't know how long we were on the beach before 
someone showed up. I know we were in the sun for about 
forty minutes before we found some chaises under the 
trees and moved to them. I fell asleep and guess Mom did 
also. I'm not sure how long we lay there, but the sun 
indicated it was around Noon when a voice broke into our 
siesta. "Ah, les Dormeurs sont éveillés."

I tried to cover my nudity, but then realized it was 
only Michel. Mom never budged, but she laughed at me. 
"Where were you Michel? We seemed to have been left 
alone this morning."

"Ah, ma Douce, I had to take care of some business 
matters in town. Louis and Deniece went shopping to 
stock up on food. I see that you both are quite red. You 
must have stayed out too long in the sun. That can be 
dangerous."

Mom said, "We have some lotion in our lodgings if it 
begins to burn. So do we have any plans for today? I 
suppose we should go back to the guest house and get 
something different to wear."

"That will not be necessary. I stopped there with 
Deniece and I took care of your reservation. All your 
belongings are in a wardrobe in my bedroom. I thought it 
would be more convenient if you should stay here. As for 
plans, I thought that if you were up to it, I should 
make love to Rachel for an hour some time after lunch 
then spend an hour with Sarah. Later I should like to 
take you both to a little restaurant for dinner then we 
can go to a club to dance the night away. I have not yet 
have had the privilege of dancing with Sarah. What 
happens after that depends on how much energy we have 
left."

*****

I can only say it was one of the best hours of my life. 
Michel is supreme at making love or should I be honest 
and say he must be one of the best fucks in the world. 
This isn't a vacation. It's become a sexual paradise. I 
should love to give you a blow by blow, suck by suck, 
kiss by kiss, etc. etc. of that hour, but I only have 
the faintest memory of the details. 

I think I had five multiple orgasms. It might have been 
more. I momentarily passed out at least three times. I 
feel sorry for all those women in the world who never 
had a man like Michel take charge of her sexuality. I'd 
be tempted to charge my feelings to my inexperience with 
sex, but when Mom and I exchanged notes after her hour 
we were convinced we stumbled onto greatness.

How do I explain the dinner? It wasn't a normal kind of 
restaurant. We had our own chef and our own room. The 
two waitresses were gorgeously hot. They were also 
naked. So were we, including Michel. We could touch them 
and were persuaded to do so frequently in appreciation. 
They could touch us and often did. They were experts in 
inducing arousal.

At the end of each course – there were six: appetizers, 
salad, soup, pork, fowl and dessert – the waitresses 
would suck on our nipples or our clit or on Michel's 
cock, but never to orgasm. They offered us theirs for 
our enjoyment as well. Sarah and I were constantly in a 
state of sexual arousal. I suppose the same condition 
affected Michel. You just have to try to eat a full meal 
while your clit thrummed and your nipples were 
electrically charged. I suspect we could have eaten crab 
grass, boiled water, pig fat, feathers and peanut shells 
and would still have left sated.

I wouldn't want to do that too often – not more than 
five times a week anyway. Ha ha. After the restaurant, 
we went to a private club. It had many different rooms 
and I am sure, from the sounds of some of them, that 
some were for sex and/or BDSM activity.

However, Michel took us to one of the dance halls. There 
were different dance rooms, Latin dances like the rumba, 
samba, etc.; ball room dances, swing and early rock 
ones, hip hop and some local types. Michel took us to 
one of the ball room halls. We danced cheek to cheek 
with him as well as some of the other men that asked. 

The dancing had no comparison to the skittish dancing in 
high school. Here the men held us tight and we dance 
with a leg between mine and vice-versa. My thigh rubbed 
the men's cocks while my pussy rode their thighs. I 
stopped counting the little orgasms each dance partner 
induced. My clit was so excited that it tingled even 
when I sat down for a rest.

The building turned out to be larger than I thought. 
There were three floors above ground and two floors 
below, or so Michel claimed. Anyway we danced and drank 
for about three hours before we went home. Sarah (I 
forget to mention that Michel said we ought to use her 
name instead her parental attribute – Mom is really into 
the sisters routine now) and I stripped down. We thought 
we would go right to bed.

Michel had other plans. He took us down to the beach. A 
small bar had been set up there and Louis was now our 
bartender. A small fire glowed in a pit. There were a 
couple of blankets on the sand shielded on the land side 
by large beach umbrellas. Louis made us paper umbrella 
rum drinks and we went to one of the blankets. After ten 
minutes of sipping rum and counting stars, Michel took 
me into the water. 

I didn't know what he had in mind until he pulled me 
next to him and put my legs around his waist. It felt... 
I don't know what, but I loved it when he fucked me with 
the water splashing on my tits. Talk about wild, he 
brought me to orgasm underneath the water two or three 
times before he carried my stupefied body back to the 
blanket. He drank with Sarah for a while before he took 
her into the water. I noticed that Sarah has become 
noisier during sex since we moved in with Michel. 

When she came, or so I presumed, he carried her to one 
of the other blankets. He returned to me with another 
drink and we talked. "I was thinking mon amour, that you 
should skip Martinique. It is nice but often too crowded 
with tourists and pick pockets, besides it no more 
French than here. I suggest the same for Aruba. Part of 
this island is Sint Maartin and it is as much a bit of 
the Dutch as Aruba, but not so tourist minded. That way 
we have nearly a week more to get to know each other 
better."

"I think I would like that, but we must ask Sarah."

"She has already agreed to the plan. So for tomorrow I 
think we should rest here on the beach in the morning, 
we can go into town to do some shopping for clothes and 
things for you and Sarah. Then in the evening we go to 
the Dutch side, I will get a hotel room for us. We spend 
the next day getting to know Sint Maarten and come back 
here the following morning for a nice quiet day on the 
beach or ride a horse through the hills. Do you know how 
to ride?"

"I've never been on a horse except for pony rides in a 
circle when I was little."

"It's no problem, we have gentle horses and I can teach 
you."

I thought that there are a number of things he has 
already taught me and I've become his most willing 
student. However at the moment, it seems I'm about to 
get another lesson entitled sex on the beach. Now I got 
the purpose of the umbrellas. I'm about to get fucked in 
private on an open beach and I can't wait.

Omigawd, he just outdid himself. I lost track of my 
orgasms and that was before that lovely cock slid into 
its home between my thighs. His tongue is fantastic. If 
he was a she, I would have become a lesbian on the spot. 
I want to keep him here, but I'm so worn out from the 
tremors, shudders and toe curls that I simply kissed and 
thanked him before I rolled over and fell asleep. I had 
amazing dreams about me lying on a blanket on a beach on 
a Caribbean Island and the top of Michel's head as his 
tongue ravished my pussy from my clit down to my vaginal 
entrance.

*****

I could easily learn to love to spend the rest of my 
life here. I woke up this morning and swore I could 
smell eggs and bacon. I got up and looked around. I was 
right. Deniece stood by the fire pit and cooked us our 
breakfast. I found something on my blanket. It turned to 
be a white crochet net cover-up with a belt tie. It was 
attractive and it didn't hide a single bit of me from 
anyone who cared to look.

I slipped it on, tied the belt and went to check on my 
sister, Sarah. I had to laugh to think of her as Sister 
Sarah, but I am also very okay with it. I found her 
still asleep with a big smile on her face, in her sleep 
yet. Well, she likes it here too, I guess. I woke her 
up. She still smiled when she said, "Good morning 
Rachel. I feel so good. Do I smell breakfast down here?"

"Yeah, you did, Sister Sarah. Did you agree to cancel 
the next two islands on our tour?"

"Uh huh, didn't you agree?"

"Absolutely I did. Deniece has breakfast ready for us. 
That black bit of cloth is for you. It's just like the 
one I have on. Sarah, I've been thinking that I would 
like to stay here. Do you think Michel would let us live 
here on a permanent basis?"

"I think he'll marry you if you would agree to it. I 
know I would marry him if he asked and I'm almost ten 
years older than him. My, oh my, but that man can fuck 
the hands off a watch. Let's go eat, little sister."

After breakfast, we covered each other with tanning 
lotion and spent a half hour lying in the sun. Then we 
arranged an umbrella to give us some shade. I already 
began to tan, as did Sister Sarah. I wondered where 
Michel had been this morning for a few minutes before I 
dozed off again. It must have been a hour before noon 
when Sarah shook me awake and put a drink in my hand. I 
still haven't fully got my head around calling my mother 
by her name.

When my eyes fully opened I spotted Michel behind Sarah. 
His arms were wrapped around her and his hands caressed 
her breasts. He smiled so sexily at me.

He said, "Get up, mon amour. We have a lunch and 
shopping date and I'm ready to go."

It wasn't an order exactly, but I could tell he wanted 
to be underway. It was easy to just agree and make the 
climb up the stairs to the house. Sarah and I took a 
shower. I found our clothes in one of the wardrobes. We 
decided to wear the miniskirts with a bikini top rather 
than blouse. It is the first time we wore any part of 
the bikini since we met Michel. 

He waited for us by his jeep. His eyes showed me that he 
appreciated how we looked in the minimal outfits. He had 
a bulge in his pants. Sarah suggested he park in a cut 
out alongside the road so she could relieve him. I 
really have to get her to teach me her techniques.

We went into town, ate a light lunch in a small eatery 
then went shopping. Sarah looked at some bikinis and I 
began to laugh. She looked at me to see why. I said, 
"You're looking at swimsuits and we haven't worn the 
ones we brought since our first afternoon on this 
island."

She laughed with me. We move on to look through some 
racks of local island clothes. Michel bought us some of 
the island fashions that we all liked. He also picked up 
a couple of erotic outfits for the evenings we go 
clubbing or so he said that's where they would be worn. 
Sarah and I are most willing to wear anything he wants 
us to wear. We spent an enjoyable afternoon wandering 
around the town, stopping now and then to drink some 
cold fruit drinks. 

By mid afternoon, we went back to his home. Sarah and I 
shower and changed into one of the new island outfits. 
Michel put a garment bag in the jeep and we left for the 
Dutch side of the island.

*****

I like the Dutch side almost as much the French side. We 
had a lovely evening with a good dinner and a stop at a 
couple of clubs to dance. In our hotel room we reprised 
our first night with Michel. It equaled in every way 
that first night. Sarah and I are amazed at Michel's 
stamina and his ability to recharge.

We spent the next day exploring the town and its stores, 
restaurants and sights. We ate dinner at a Indonesian 
restaurant, which was a surprise. Then we returned to eh 
hotel to shower. A curious thing happened that night. 
Michel actually fell asleep early. 

Sarah's horniness was at her peak, mine was not far 
behind. I'm not really sure how it began, but we made 
love to each other. We did a sixty-nine and brought each 
other off. Afterward, we both felt somewhat embarrassed. 
We talked about it and came to a mutual acceptance that 
we'd do it again when we felt the need. After all I 
loved my Mom and she loved her daughter. Besides we were 
sisters now as well.

The problem is that the thought of what we did kept me 
up most of the night. I do have a close relationship 
with my mother, closer than ever before, but I do not 
recall ever desiring sex with her or any other female 
and all of a sudden I had begun to kiss and suck on her 
nipples then her clit. She did the same to me. It felt 
damn good. I can't deny it. 

The one thing that comes to mind is that for the past 
three days and nights we both had a lot of sex with 
Michel, often in the same bed. Could my brain conflated 
sex when we are with Michel or is the need for constant 
sex that he instilled in us the motive that drove us to 
physically love each other? 

Any way this night he had passed out and my sister-
mother, with whom I became exceptionally close to on 
this trip, slept in my arms and vice versa near him. I 
decided it had to be a normal reaction to our situation.

I mean, after all no one was hurt by our love making. It 
was definitely pleasurable and Mom went to me 
simultaneous with me going to her. Conclusion, it is a 
good thing and I'll do it again with Sarah. Unless 
Michel objects, although if he is anything like my 
brother and some of the guys I know back home, he'd want 
to watch us.

*****

Strangely enough, it hadn't come up again during the 
next week. In the morning we returned to the French 
side. I missed my sleep last night and slept away much 
of the day. Sarah told me later that Michel came by for 
some sex, but she suggested I needed my sleep so they 
made love without me. We spent the evening on the beach 
again. We discovered a red and blue striped cabana tent 
had been erected on the beach. I skipped over to it and 
peeked inside and saw it's furnished with a bed, a 
table, two chairs and a cabinet. 

Michel and I slept in the cabana after some ardent love 
making. I've become so accustomed to multiple orgasms 
that I never bothered to count them. I woke up in the 
morning rather refreshed. I ran down to the water and 
dove in. When I came up and turned to look towards the 
land, I saw Michel on a chaise under an umbrella. Sarah 
knelt by the fire pit and cooked breakfast. I swam back 
and forth until they called me to come in to join them 
for breakfast.

After we ate, Michel said, "I have to go into town today 
and do some work. You two should take it easy and relax. 
Tomorrow I thought we might go look in on my horse 
ranch." 

*****

That morning I still had my doubts about riding a horse. 
After breakfast Sarah announced that she would prefer to 
relax on the patio. Michel insisted that I go with him. 
Of course I could not deny him. We rode his jeep around 
a couple of hills and dropped into a narrow valley. It 
looked as if the whole valley is enclosed with white 
wooden fences. 

As we approached the gate, I could see the stables and 
three or four smaller buildings. I learned that one is a 
bunkhouse for his stable workers, another one he called 
the Tack House. He held his nose when he pointed a 
smaller one off to the side. I presume it is an 
outhouse.

He must have used a radio to let them know we were 
coming because two horses waited for us. One was a huge 
black male. Next to him stood a smaller gray animal 
which I assume is a mare for me to ride. One of the 
stable boys had a step stool which he used to help me on 
the gray. He made sure my bare feet were securely in the 
partially covered stirrups 

I held the reins in my hands, but I had no idea what to 
do next. Michel took care of me. He took a lead to the 
gray and led us, at a walk, to the other end of the 
valley where he opened the gate and led our horses out. 
I listened carefully as he gave me instructions on how 
to ride and control the horse with the reins and my 
heels. We rode slowly along the trail out of the valley.

"He said, "Next time I'll have them set you up to ride 
side saddle the way women used to ride years ago."

"Hey, I saw women ride that way in movies about medieval 
and biblical times. I would like that. It is so lady 
like. By the way, who owns all this land?"

"My family owns the valley and the land along this 
trail. It isn't useful for anything, but we won' allow 
it to be developed and the government doesn't tax us on 
as long as we do that. However, we let anybody ride on 
our trails. Father told me once, that some American-
British consortium offered us two and half million 
dollars for all twenty-one acres."

We rode up and down the hills for about a half hour 
until we came to like a little hollow area covered with 
trees. We stopped by a stream that bubbled through the 
hollow. Michel took me to a clearing under the trees 
next to the stream. He put a blanket down for us. 

In seconds we were undoing each other's clothes. Before 
I could stop him, he went down on me. Once his tongue 
touches my puss, I turn into jelly and electric charges 
run through my clit to my cervix. He licked me to an 
orgasm. I can't believe how easy he can do that to me.

I changed positions with him so I could make love to his 
beautiful cock. He disappointed me when he pushed me off 
his cock before he came, but I instantly forgave him 
when he tugged my body over him and slid that cock into 
my vava. I might not do well riding a horse, but I could 
him damn well. I rode him in that hollow like there's no 
tomorrow. He held back until I yelled when my orgasm 
hit. I rocked through series of diminishing orgasms as 
his cum shot into me.

I fell on his chest. He clasped me close and kissed my 
head, eyes and nose. After some time, I don't know how 
long, he got back on the horses and returned to the 
fenced in place. He showed me how to care for the horses 
after a ride then we went home.

That evening I said to Sarah, "I'm prepared to give 
myself to him body and soul."

She said, "Don't get carried away. It's probably just 
fascination."

I cackled then said, "I say that it's love and devotion 
that drives me to desire him this way."

She shrugged her shoulders which made her tits bounce in 
their fetching way. Then she caught me by surprise when 
she said, "By the way, my period began this morning. 
That ruins the rest of my vacation."

"How can that be? I won't get mine for a week yet."

She shrugged again. "I don't know but I have a theory 
that it could be due to all the great sex I'd been 
getting. I have had more sex the last three or four days 
than I got the last three or four years. I'm not looking 
forward to leaving here anymore than you are. I still 
think he will propose to you soon. If you love your 
mother, you will convince him that I should stay as 
well."

 I smirked at her. "Well your premature visit from the 
red plague leaves Michel and me to have sex whenever we 
want."

Personally I thought it was fortunate for Michel that 
Sarah and I wouldn't get the visit at the same time. If 
he does propose to me, and please God convince him for 
me, I can use that argument that Sarah comes as part of 
the bargain.

*****

The remaining days of our vacation rolled by 
effortlessly. Michel and I spent the nights together in 
the cabana. We had as much sex as we had energy. Our 
energy levels seem to be holding up reasonably well 
since that night on the Dutch side. I wonder how he 
would react if I proposed to him.

We didn't forget Sarah. We frequently made time to kiss 
and hug her. What she enjoyed most is when he and I make 
love to her breasts. Michel took one breast and I took 
the other. She also found time to give Michel a nice 
blow job each day. I know he enjoyed it. She obviously 
did as well. I must get her to teach me her technique. 
But it made me wonder about her and my father and 
whether he stopped having sex with her.

*****

Living on this island in this house seemed to be a 
perfect life in my opinion and I didn't look forward to 
leaving. However, I did think that Michel and I grew 
closer in love. My hopes for my future rested in his 
capable hands but time is getting short. He professed he 
loved me on over a private lunch he took me. I told him 
how I felt as well. Then he made plans for a special 
dinner just for the two of us.

So the long and short of it is that the night before we 
were to leave for Key West, Michel proposed to me and I 
said yes, of course I would marry him. I also said, "I'm 
pretty sure Sarah would stay and live with us and I 
would appreciate it if she could."

He had a ring ready and put it on my finger. Then we 
went to find Sarah. She lay stretched out on a chaise on 
the patio. I held out my ring finger and said, "Sarah, 
Michel ask for my hand in marriage and I agreed. We plan 
to be married officially when his parents return from 
France. I will stay here until then. We both insist that 
you stay here and live us now and after we are married."

Michel stood behind me and vigorously nodded his head. 
She winked at me and said, "I will love to stay with you 
two, but how will we tell your father?"

"I will. I'll write him a letter. Do you want anything 
from home?"

"Hmm, I would like our picture albums, my good jewelry 
and...huh? I can't think of anything else I want."

The next day I wrote my father this letter:

Dear Dad;

I'm writing to let you know I'm not coming home. I'm 
marrying someone down here. Michel is quite wonderful 
and I love him. By the way, Mom is staying here as well. 
You should probably get a divorce. We can send you proof 
that she has cheated on you if it will help. You will 
also save a lot of money since you won't have to put me 
through college. 

However, I would like you to close my bank and checking 
accounts. You can wire the money through American 
Express to me here. I will include a POA in this 
envelope.

Mom only wants mine and her picture albums and her good 
jewelry. Our clothes up north are useless here. You can 
have a garage sale or give everything to the Salvation 
Army store. 

Mom asks that you close out her accounts also. Her POA 
is also be enclosed. Say good-bye to Jim for me and for 
Mom. You can give our new address to anybody who wants 
it.

I'll write you every Christmas and let you know if there 
is anything new, like if you've become a grandfather. 
That's about it for now. 

Take care of yourself, 

Love Rachel

*****

That was slightly more than three years ago. Both Sarah 
and I expect to give birth in three months. Michel is 
father to both. I gave up trying to understand the 
connections. Like am I a half sister to her baby or the 
babies aunt or maybe she is my half daughter. Sarah told 
she had the same problem. Is she my son's grandmother or 
what? We agreed that the reality is that it doesn't 
matter because we are all just family.

I recently got a letter from my father to say that he, 
my brother and his new wife plan to visit us around the 
time of the babies' birth. That ought to prove to be an 
interesting family reunion. 

Sarah just came in. Michel is taking care of business on 
another island to for a couple of days. She wants me to 
lick her pussy because she is so horny. I will, because 
we live on veggies, fruit and juices and really taste 
really good to each other. We suck on each other's 
nipples to see who will produce milk first. I tease her 
and call her Grandma Sarah. I really love my life here.

END

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