Elix sat up and rubbed his eyes. The odourless upholstery of the bus seat was unfamiliar to him, but he'd been napping for most of the two-hour ride. The entire trip had been a very long day for the eight-year-old kitten, and he was still waking up. The sun was bright, shining into the window over his lap, and he blinked, looking to his right. Elix saw a wide carpet of blue, marked with a few brown and green intrusions off a little ways into the distance--the ocean.
     Elix's bus was running along the highway, along the cliffside, and as he tried to wake up, islands drifted by in the aquamarine waters, a slight chop dancing offshore, whipped up by the wind. The islands themselves had tall cliffs of a rich clay red/brown, with stands of palm trees on the tops of the cliffs. The palm trees were swaying, very slightly, fronds waving in the wind.
     "We're almost there," a voice said from Elix's left. He turned and grinned at the grownup tabby beside him. The white-furred third-grader leaned over and wrapped both arms around the tabby's middle, rubbing his cheek against that familiar tri-colour shirt. His whiskers danced over a green stripe.
     "This's real neat, uncle!"
     "Just wait 'til we get around the point. That's where the cliffs end and the beach starts."
     The bus continued rolling at full tilt along the highway, and Elix's eyes watched in keen wonder as the tropical ocean lazily drifted by, as if to embodying the island's fabled nature of a relaxed approach to life. Even for a tired kitten, the wide ocean was an exciting view, as it drifted off into forever on the horizon.
     The driver picked up the handset for the internal bus speakers, and the slightly crackly speakers announced in authentic patois, "This island over 'ere be good diving, yah, but it be only certified dives to go." The bus rolled past an island that almost looked out of place, with a rock arch connecting a small satellite to the main clump of palms.
     Elix purred, tired but awake. "Can I really learn how to dive?"
     "Of course, kiddo." The tabby hugged his young nephew close, paw slipping under the boy's "I'm Trouble!" shirt, brushing his backfur. "First lesson isn't until two days from now, though. It'll give us time to catch up." Elix just nodded, cheek on his uncle's chest. The rest of the bus held other travelers, all adults, in the same clean seats, in a variety of clothing styles and backgrounds. The couple of older ladies with their purses and glasses and shawls, chatting away about Maude's new flower bed, the cat, and some environmental protest action that they planned on attending once their vacation was over. The obvious honeymooners, paw-in-paw since they sat down on the bus at the airport. A fox sitting alone, reading a novel.

The trip had been quite long indeed. Elix had to get up at four in the morning and get dressed for the ride to the airport, and he fell asleep during the short drive. The worst was the wait at the airport for the flight at ten after six. Elix had to stay awake and haul his small carry-on backpack with him through way too much airport before the sun was even up, have his luggage checked, security screened, a tag on his wrist in case he got lost, and then just wait at the gate. A very fussy, tired boy plodded down the aisle of the plane with his uncle behind him, and he fell asleep before the rest of the passengers had even been checked through the gate.
     Things had been better for the second leg of the trip. After four hours, the plane had landed, and there was a two-hour wait between connecting flights, giving Elix plenty of time to have breakfast in the airport. The only challenge had been to keep him from running all over in the big terminal. For the second flight, Elix had stayed awake the whole trip, as he loved flying. Looking out the window occupied him for most of the three-hour flight, and the stewardesses filled in the rest by giving him a colouring book and telling him stories of their adventures across the world. That things were slightly made up here and there, such as the giant octopus attacking the plane when there was a splash landing near a coastal airport, or the barrel roll the pilot allegedly did on a flight to avoid colliding with a flying saucer, didn't detract the kitten's attention one bit.
     The landing at the airport had been a quick affair, and Elix and his uncle had been out of the plane and onto the bus, with luggage in a matter of ten minutes, without any rush at all. Elix had fallen asleep on the bus, however, since he was going on thirteen hours or so since he'd had to wake up, and the rumbling drone of the bus engine and the soft vibration had rocked him to sleep shortly after the driver had pulled out of the terminal and started down the coast.

As the bus went around a wide turn, Elix finally saw around the point--the island just bottomed out onto sandy beaches, from end to end, as far as the eye could see, with a road running through the palms, and brick-red roofs scattered in curls and clusters all down the line, mostly level with the palms. The bus headed downhill, and Elix sat right up. "Is this where we're gonna stay?" The tabby just nodded, rumbling in his chest.

Check-in was easy, and Elix had plenty of room to stretch his legs. For a boy who'd spent nine hours in motion, he didn't show it, running wild through the lobby, inspecting every single piece of furniture, decoration, and view the ground-floor building offered while uncle Keith signed them in. An otter with an easy grin took their names and gave the tabby the paperwork to sign off on while Elix inspected the chin-high palm through the window.
     "Okay, follow de pat' 'til you get to 400 and turn left, an' it be right there. I 'n I'll be right 'dere with your bags." The otter grinned again, glancing over at Elix who was now trying to sneak out the door because the whole island was out there waiting. Keith picked up his key and smiled, hefting his pack over his shoulder.
     "Thanks. Elix, grab your pack, please. Oh. Well, wait for me." He headed for the door, left ajar by the boy as he stood outside, in the window, inspecting a palm frond close up.

     Elix flopped onto the bed, with a sigh. He'd shucked his shirt in the afternoon heat, clad in only his navy blue shorts and waterproof sandals. Although he was tired, he'd insisted on going down to the shore before he took a nap, and he could barely stand still while the resort employees had brought their bags over. He'd actually been caught jumping on his twin-sized bed when his uncle and the porters had come in. Uncle Keith had scolded him, but the two porters had just flashed big grins.
     A nap felt like a good idea. He was hungry, but it wasn't dinnertime for an hour or two, he'd been in the ocean, he'd managed to climb a palm tree when uncle Keith wasn't looking, and he'd gotten his picture taken in front of the endless sea. The roll of the waves gently sang the tired boy to sleep, sprawled on his back with his arms out.

Elix was woken up by a tingling feeling in his belly, and he sucked in a gasp before his eyes opened. Fuzziness of sleep gave way to a pleasureful feeling, and he opened his eyes, tilting his head forward. "M'uh?" Blinking, Elix's eyes slowly went into focus, revealing his uncle Keith's muzzle bobbing up and down over his penis, shorts pulled down to his knees. The tabby's tongue flicked over his tip, and he shuddered, laying back. The feeling of his erection and the warm wetness of his uncle's mouth on his kittenhood caught up with him, and he rolled his hips a little on the bedspread. "Ooh."
     Uncle Keith moved slower, teasing those two inches of love, lips pursing to squeeze, and his paws drew his nephew's shorts right down to his ankles, exposing his trim calves. Warm paws drew the boy's knees apart, exposing his bubble rump, highlighting his little sac all that much better. The roll of the waves served as a metronome as uncle sucked his nephew, rolling up and down that length, over and over, while its third-grade owner mewled and purred, head pushed back into the blanket. "U-uhh... uhh, uncle... it feels good." A paw pressed on Keith's head, flattening his ear. This prompted the grownup to flick his tongue around in a wild thrashing up and down along that little dick, causing Elix's toes to curl and his belly to arch up. "Ahh!"
     For ten minutes, Elix rolled and squirmed on his bed, grinding up against his uncle's skilled tongue. Paws found his little asscheeks, and uncle kneaded them, feeling the kitten's muscles tense and relax. The waves just kept on rolling up the beach, providing a solid bass over little breaths, which started to come faster. Uncle's tongue did its flailing thing again, sliding back and forth across Elix's penis, and the boy arched his back and mewled, tensing up, toes digging into the bed. Pulses of tense electric energy jumped through him, making the white kitten grunt and jerk with every wave crest of his dry orgasm in his uncle's muzzle. He slumped back down after a few moments, gulping air down, as uncle Keith sat up and wiped his muzzle, leaving a little erection wet and shiny.
     "Uhhn...hee, I'm 'wake now," Elix said. He sat up, chest still lifting and falling from the activity that had just ended.
     "Welcome to 'de island,'" uncle Keith replied. "Dinner's in twenty minutes, honey. I've got a clean change of clothes for you." Sure enough, a plain blue shirt and Elix's "lightning rod" shorts were on the bed beside him, folded nicely. "But you can wait a few to get dressed." Uncle Keith sat down on the bed and opened his arms up. Elix crawled over and gave him a mostly-naked hug as a paw cupped his bare bottom. A finger under his chin led Elix to look up, and he closed his eyes as the tabby leaned down and pressed a kiss to his soft lips, sharing an intimate embrace with his daddy's brother. A tongue pressed into the boy's muzzle, as he realized it would be one of "those" kisses.

     Dinner was a quiet affair, with Elix getting, of all things, a hamburger with onions and ketchup and pickles on a poppy-seed bun. Here was a restaurant staffed by skilled chefs, all-inclusive, and the boy orders a hamburger. Oh well. Uncle Keith had the daily special, which turned out to be a vegetarian soup served in half a coconut, with the coconut meat part of the meal, a tasty onion soup stock aspic with sliced mango and green chili salsa, and the resort's signature chocolate mousse, informally known as Orgasm on a Tablespoon. Elix wanted the entire dessert menu for dessert, but in the interest of not wasting lots of perfectly good food, uncle Keith and the waiter had gotten him to narrow it down to papaya ice cream served in a bowl-shaped sugar cone.
     The sun was just starting to set when they got back to their room, Elix dragging his feet from tiredness. "Mmf..." He stepped into the room after Keith unlocked it, and wandered over to his bed. Keith closed the door and waggled his finger at the boy.
     "And where do you think you're going, young fur?"
     "T'bed? 'M tiiiiired."
     "I thought you'd want to sleep with me, kiddo."
     "Really? Can I? You got us two beds, though."
     "Well, you can sleep by yourself if you want, but I've got a big bed and nobody to share it with." Before Keith was even finished speaking, Elix had stripped his shirt off, and his shorts and sandals quickly followed. The boy pulled the king size bed's covers back and hopped in, giggling. Keith took a moment to set everything away and stripped down, climbing into bed beside the naked kitten, and he curled his arm around Elix.
     Elix fell asleep, snuggled against his uncle's chest, lulled by the ocean, a warm paw on his bum.