9 comments/ 128250 views/ 17 favorites The Full Package - Monday By: PacullaAnnia [This is the second day of Dave & Lisa's adventure in paradise. You may want to read the previous chapters to understand the story line and appreciate the various relationships. WARNING: This is a long story. Period. If you don't like long stories, please don't read a little, get frustrated, then punish the story with a bad rating and a comment about how long it is. For those of you like character build-up, a reasonable amount of realism, and some mystery, I think it will be worth your time.] * Dave woke late the next morning, unable to sleep well in the lumpy cot and troubled by guilt-ridden dreams of sex. He noticed that the girls had already left; leaving a note that they had gone to the hotel gym to work out. He was pretty sure that had been Cody's idea, since despite having a naturally nice body, Lisa hadn't worked out regularly in years. Dave puttered around the room, playing with the decadent idea of ordering breakfast and a mimosa, but peer-pressure finally got to him and he threw on some shorts and went looking for the gym. He found it from the sign at the elevators and was soon checking in at the 'Salon/Gym' reception desk. He had forgotten about the fancy spa services in the stress of the last few weeks, but now he remembered having signed up for something or other through the "romance package". He would have to check the packet the hotel had sent them when he got back to the room. He didn't see the girls at first when he walked in. The entire right wall of the gym was a window overlooking the beautiful beach, with running machines and stair climbers in front and weight machines and mats towards the back of the room. He finally spotted Lisa and Cody on the mats in front of a large mirror. The only other guests there were two muscular young men, probably from the conference. Of all the cardio machines, there were only two treadmills that weren't in front of the window, and those were facing the mats and the mirror. For some reason, the guys had passed up the beach view and were barely walking on those two treadmills. On a whim, Dave decided not to announce himself to the girls just yet and quietly made his way over to the back of the gym. Standing next to a column so that Lisa and Cody wouldn't immediately notice him, he soon discovered the reason for the two men's choice of work-out location. Cody was leading Lisa through a series of abdominal exercises and they were currently doing reverse crunches with large medicine balls between their legs. They were faced away from the guys - but with their feet towards the mirror, the men had a perfect view of their butts as they flexed and squeezed through their workout. Not accustomed to a regular gym workout, Lisa had brought only 'onion-skin' running shorts and had loaned a pair to Cody. Every time the girls would lift their butts up into the air and down again, clenching the balls between their knees, the loose sides of their shorts would flap open, exposing their cheeks as well as part of the thin, panty-like inner lining to the watching pair behind them. The crotch of Lisa's shorts was quite narrow and he could plainly see one half of his wife's pubic mound, barely covered by the liner and bulging prominently where her pussy would be. He had forgotten that she had not shaved in awhile, and her thick bush peeked out on the sides. Cody was further to his right and one of the men blocked a good view of her lower half. Apparently the girls were unaware of their audience and were breathing hard with an occasional moan of effort escaping their lips. Dave was about to greet them loudly and would undoubtedly have scared the piss out of the two voyeurs, but just then Cody changed positions, pushing the ball away and lying on her side to do leg lifts. Her feet pointed towards the mirror and Dave could now see her legs all the way to her waist: in that position the shorts fell completely open at the crotch. From Dave's viewpoint, she might as well have been wearing just panties -- and nearly sheer ones at that. Dave and his fellow peeping-toms fairly ceased to breathe as Cody's right leg lifted up towards the ceiling and the thin mesh liner pulled tight against the small bulge between her legs. There was a small line of wetness down the middle of the crotch where the sweat from her exertions had begun to gather. When her leg came back down, the moisture must have caused the material to stick a little, because when her thighs parted again the men could clearly see the fleshy outer lips of Cody's pussy with the panty lining embedded between them. Each time her leg went up the lips were pulled open; each time it came down they squeezed together again around the thin crotch of her panties. Dave had not even begun to work out, but as he watched Cody do her leg lifts he thought he would faint for sure. There was hardly any hair around her lips, but he again noticed a faint dark line above them through the almost transparent lining. He was strangely curious about her shaving practices, and with all the accidental exposure going on so far in this trip, he imagined hopefully, he might just find out. He had been so focused on Cody's legs (and how entertainingly they joined together) that he hadn't noticed that his wife had followed suit. The two young men seemed to have a better view of her from their vantage point as he saw both of their heads turned in her direction. Stepping to the other side of the column, he could now see into the mirror at floor height directly in front of her spread legs. At some point in her shifting of positions, Lisa's shorts had also shifted, and in contrast to Cody's problem of tight crotch material, Lisa's shorts had slipped down slightly and her inner lining now lay loose against her lower leg. Standing there behind the two other voyeurs, it felt like he was looking at his wife in a new light - through their eyes, and through a film of raw lust. It was like seeing a different woman, only better in some way. He had a clear view of her full bush, with her fairly large outer pussy lips poking out prominently, peeling apart as her leg lifted up to reveal her moist inner lips. He could even see the small dark opening of her vagina when her legs spread to their maximum. Dave could barely resist the urge to reach down and stroke his hardened cock as he watched her lower her leg, obscenely squishing her pussy lips back together. Dave watched in rapt fascination for a few moments, seeing a small trickle of sweat dribble down her inner thigh after several repetitions, before an intense flash of jealousy hit him. He glared at the men - who by then had quit walking at all - and saw distinct bulges in their shorts. He felt a wash of anger and some amount of guilt that his wife's most intimate area was completely spread open to these two strangers. "Ah, there you are, honey!" he yelled loudly as he stepped out from behind the column. Cody turned to smile brightly at him, continuing her exercises, while Lisa started noticeably and quickly dropped her leg. "You inspired me to get a work-out, so here I am..." Dave continued. "Great!" Cody responded cheerfully. "We were just finishing up on the mat -- maybe we could do the stair-stepper together." Lisa was strangely quiet and her face seemed very red. Dave saw her glance behind him and he turned, just in time to see the backs of the two guys retreating out the door of the gym. Cody had already stood up and was heading over to the huge window while a suddenly suspicious Dave held out his hand to help his wife up off the mat. She kept her glance lowered, but mumbled a greeting and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Brushing past him to follow her sister, she started in surprise and looked down, quickly grabbing a hold of his still-erect cock through his shorts. "Well, hello there!" she smiled up at him. "See something you like, dear?" she whispered into his ear. Dave had almost forgotten the earlier excitement in his sudden anger, but obviously his body hadn't, and his erection was causing his shorts to poke out at a forty-five degree angle. Lisa's strange awkwardness had now completely disappeared and she gave his shaft several long firm pulls before walking away with a teasing sway of her hips to where Cody had already claimed a machine. Not sure what to say now, Dave hoped at least that Cody had missed the interaction - but after he climbed onto the treadmill next to hers, he looked over to catch her staring down at his waist. She quickly turned away and started talking to Lisa on the other side of her, but he risked a glance down and saw that the purple tip of his full erection was peeking out of the top of his shorts. With a blush of embarrassment, he pulled his shirt down over it, hoping that it would go down soon and wondering how he was going to make it through the week with these two. The rest of the workout passed without any further incident, Dave pushing himself harder than usual in order to distract his traitorous body from its earlier excitement. When they got back to the room, they were all sweaty and tired, but Lisa quickly asked Dave if he wanted to share a shower. Cody politely flipped on the television as Dave hesitantly followed his wife into the bathroom. Despite the hard workout, the sight of his wife's naked glistening body when she slipped off her jog bra and running shorts got an immediate reaction from Dave's hormones. Without saying a word, Lisa grabbed his hardening cock through his shorts and pulled him to the shower. He had to belatedly and awkwardly disrobe as she kissed him deeply under the dual shower heads. The memory of her open pussy in full view of the strange men came back to him suddenly, flushing through him in a wave of jealousy and excitement. A tiny part of him momentarily wondered if she had known that they were watching - before it was firmly shut up by the overpowering nerves in his cock reacting to Lisa's fervent stroking. She squeezed several globs of bath wash on his shaft and balls and soaped him up thoroughly, which made him wonder if was about to get a special treat. He couldn't wait long, though, and reached around to squeeze her ass cheeks, pulling her hips firmly to him before dipping down into the crack to slide a finger along her most intimate areas. Lisa accommodated him briefly, allowing the questing tip of his cock to press between her legs while grinding her pubic bone against his. He was extremely aware of every nerve along his thick shaft as it slid back and forth between the velvet-soft lips of her wet pussy. They kissed hungrily for a full minute while their lower halves humped against each other in pleasure and anticipation. She finally pulled away and dropped down to take his entire length into her mouth, lightly fondling his swollen balls with one hand while stroking his asshole with her other. Her intensity and total lack of hesitation surprised him. It was as if the many months of stress-induced abstinence had built up a need for sexual release and she wasn't about play around with any niceties. He didn't know if he would be able to hold back for much longer, especially after the titillation of last night with Cody and the voyeuristic excitement of the morning. Fortunately, Lisa didn't want to prolong the foreplay and she soon stood up and turned around to bend over against the wall, lifting one leg up onto a tiled bench built into the shower. Not content to wait for him, she reached between her legs and pulled the shaft of his cock towards her open pussy, quickly spreading herself with the engorged head. Just then, the door opened and Cody poked her head through. Dave looked up in surprise to see her ostentatiously covering her eyes with one hand, but to his dismay she yelled over the sound of the shower that Lisa's phone was ringing and that the caller id said it was her boss. Any and all love for his sister suddenly blew out from Dave's body like air from a burst balloon. He couldn't believe not only how awful her timing was, but that she would even remind her sister about work at all. Lisa acted like she'd been tazered. Jerking away from his trembling cock, momentarily trailing a string of pre-cum between her lips and the head, she briefly lost her balance before hopping gracelessly out of the shower. She turned back to kiss the tip of Dave's penis before looking up and blurting out breathlessly "I'm sorry. Really! I'll make it up to you..." Then she was gone. --------- Dave leaned back against the wall staring at the closed door for several minutes, waiting for his breath to slow and his erection to go down, but while the rest of his body started to relax, his delinquent mind kept flashing visions of his wife's leg up in the air and the two men staring at her bare open pussy with rising bulges in their shorts. Finally, he gave up and reached down to satisfy his obvious need, slowly stroking up the shaft to pull the skin over the unusually large head. He had never seen his cock so big before and he was afraid that if he didn't cum now after all the teasing in the last 12 hours, he would be the first man to actually be hospitalized for blue balls. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes to focus on the incredible memory of Cody's leg lifted toward the ceiling, her shorts completely open to reveal the lining pulled up between the naked lips of her pussy. Grabbing hold of the excess skin just below the head of his penis, he began quickly sliding the skin of his shaft up and down over the pulsing muscles beneath, pausing occasionally to pull up tighter and play with his balls with his other hand. He felt he was about to erupt in one of the biggest orgasms of his life. Just then, the door opened again and in walked Cody, striding casually past him towards the separate toilet closet. Dave spun as quickly as he could, unable to tell whether she had seen him, yelling out belatedly "Hey!" "What?" she called back over her shoulder. "I've got to pee and you've been in here forever!" Dave heard her pull down her shorts without bothering to close the door, although he couldn't see her from where he stood. "What ever happened to the concept of privacy?" was all he could think to say as the sound of pee hitting water reverberated from the small room. He turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, hoping to salvage some amount of dignity as she flushed the toilet and stepped out of the small room, tugging her shorts up over her hips. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "You're my brother. Or practically my brother." She washed her hands at the sink, and he couldn't help noticing that she was staring at him in the mirror... and her eyes were definitely looking low. "Besides, I didn't see anything." She looked up to see him watching her and quickly glanced away. "Or not much, anyway," she teased as she walked towards the door, obviously trying to hide a grin. Dave looked down and realized with a groan that his cock had not gone down one bit and that the towel hung over it like a clothes line. ------ When he finally emerged, frustrated as ever and definitely not happy with Cody, he looked around and asked where Lisa was. "She's gone to the business office for a fax," Cody replied. "She said she was definitely going to be busy for awhile and that we should go ahead and go shopping without her." Dave suddenly remembered that Cody had lost a piece of luggage the day before -- how long ago that seemed already! Without any further comment, Cody went into the bathroom to take a shower. Dave shook his head and growled under his breath, but he knew it wouldn't do him any good to yell at anybody, and the real person at fault wasn't even there, so he simply counted to ten, slowly, as he walked out onto the deck and jumped into the cool plunge pool. Twenty minutes and a quick bagel and juice later he and Cody were in a taxi heading to town. His Spanish was sufficient to get them to the "mejor tienda de bikini", which turned out to be a rather gaudy shop that Cody eyed suspiciously from the taxi, but then blessed with a grudging "ok". It turned out that it was one-stop shopping for Cody, as in addition to swimsuits the store sold lingerie. Aside from a little interpretation with the store clerks, Dave thought that he would be sitting by the entrance, bored until Cody was finished. "Oh, no you don't!" she warned sternly as he walked away from the swimsuit racks. "Lisa's not here, so you've got to help me, Dave." She pulled on his arm and whined, "I'd rather have a man's opinion anyway..." That was how Dave found himself sitting outside the girl's dressing room holding a stack of bikinis for Cody to try on. The store was actually quite fancy despite its cheesy exterior. Each dressing room had its own attached 'sala' where shopping buddies or significant others could wait or give their opinion. The sales girl was quite encouraging and winked at him as she ushered him into the dressing area with his arms full of outfits. "You know they think we're together," Dave remarked when the sales girl finally left them and Cody had stepped into the change room. "Well, of course. We are together -- you're my brother and you're helping me decide on some clothes." He could see under the door that her skirt had dropped to the floor. He heard some rustling as she tried on the first suit. "It's very simple. Now quit complaining and tell me what you think." The door clicked and Cody stepped out in a pink g-string that probably would have been scandalous judging from the amount of flesh and hint of areola exposed by the top -- but Cody had left on some conservative white cotton panties that Lisa had loaned her and they were at least twice as wide as the tiny swimsuit. Seeing the doubtful look on his face, Cody glanced down and asked "What? Don't you like it?" She turned back and forth in the mirror anxiously. "Well, maybe... but I can't really tell with your panties on. Not that there's anything wrong with them, but...um, why are you wearing them?" Cody looked at him in surprise then suddenly laughed. "Don't tell me you've never gone shopping with Lisa! Don't you know...?" She shook her head as she had another realization. "Actually, it shouldn't surprise me that you never noticed, with the old-maid suits she wears - they're probably bigger than her panties!" She shook her head as he continued to look at her in confusion. "You have to wear panties underneath when you try the suits on! Or if you don't...well, if someone else doesn't that's an even better reason for me to wear mine, don't you think?" She smiled at his obvious discomfiture. "Sorry...I guess it looks fine, then," Dave responded lamely. "Well, that's not good." She thought for a moment. "Look, I've got to buy panties anyway, so why don't you go get some small ones that you can't see under the bikinis and then you'll be able to tell how they're going to look. Meanwhile, I'll try to narrow down that pile you've got there." Dave hesitated as she came over and picked up the stack of swimsuits. "Er..." he began. "Just go ask the clerk to help you, goofball." She turned and Dave couldn't help following her panty and g-string clad behind back to the dressing room. She briefly turned at the doorway. "I'm extra-small, by the way," she added with a smile. The door closed behind her with a decisive click and Dave had no choice but to go out and follow her instructions. The young clerk just creased her brow at first when he tried to explain his new mission with his pidgin Spanish, but she soon grinned and nodded her head, grabbing his hand and determinedly leading him to the lingerie section of the store. Flipping through the sizes, she began handing him one pair after another, only occasionally pausing to hold up a questionable set for his review. The first one she held up had a hole in the crotch and his look of embarrassment made her grin, but she quickly put them back. The girl seemed to know what she was doing and also picked out some matching bras in anticipation of Cody's needs. The Full Package - Monday "Tamaño?" He managed to get out, not knowing what size bust she had. "No worry," came the reply. "Yo sé". The clerk appeared to be even younger than Cody, but about the same size, and she playfully held up a half-cupped bra to her breasts, smiling coyly at him. Dave had never prided himself on his flirtation skills so he just smiled awkwardly and used his 'go-to' move of blushing deeply. The clerk laughed and added the bra to his pile, then grabbed his hand again and led him like a little boy back to the dressing room. When Cody sifted through the small armful of underwear, she looked up at the clerk and raised one eyebrow. "Wow!" she said with a hint of a smile. "Pretty racy..." When she saw the bras, she winked at the clerk but turned to nod approvingly at Dave, "You did good." The clerk gave a slight nod of her head and left smiling. Cody held up a mere slip of light blue material, maybe an inch wide where it would cover her genitals -- barely - and with only a thin string in the back. "This will do nicely." She went back into the inner dressing room where Dave again saw her skirt, then her panties, drop to the floor. His heart fluttered a little in anticipation. The whole situation was quite out of his experience and he felt more than a little off-balance. The first one Cody tried on was, so she said, a 'full-coverage' Brazilian, which apparently meant that a full half of her ass cheeks were covered and that her front pubic area didn't show too much. Dave had only a quick glimpse of her from behind the day before when she jumped on the bed, so when she paraded in front of him, turning this way and that, he had ample time to discover how fit she really was. She seemed to have almost no fat on her, though her hips curved out and down from her tiny waist in a way he found very drawn to. "I said, what do you think of the maillot style?" Cody repeated as she pulled the yellow band tighter around her breasts. She glanced over peremptorily when he didn't answer right away. His eyes moved up quickly from where they had been glued to her tight little ass. "Um, I guess I like the string-type better." He tried to sound as objective as possible, imagining what a fashion consultant might say. "This doesn't seem to provide enough support," he continued confidently. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she agreed, biting her lip as she surveyed the way the bra's band pressed into the flesh of her breasts. "Can you help me?" she asked, pointing towards the back bra clasp. "Sure." Dave tried to keep his tone neutral and his breath even as he stood up and unhooked the top. Cody gathered the material in front to cover her breasts then stepped briefly back into the inner room to grab the next one. Sitting down again, Dave could see the bottoms slide down her legs to her feet, trying not to think about her body being almost completely naked a few feet away from him. The next few pairs were not that great for one reason or another, and Dave felt he was starting to get the hang of giving a 'professional' opinion of color, fit, and style, when Cody stepped out in the original pink g-string she had first tried on. The bottoms dipped dangerously low in a 'v' shape that looked just like an arrow directing the eye. Dave's curiosity about Cody's shaving habits was at least partially satisfied as a full half-inch of pubic hair was left exposed in a thin strip pointing towards her belly button - or alternately, leading down... The top was hardly better and seemed to emphasize more than it covered -- the bra lifted Cody's breasts up and together and showed just a hint of areola at the top, with the material being so thin that Dave was sure he could see the darker pink of her nipples where they jutted out noticeably. There was a ringing in Dave's ears as Cody twisted this way and that to try to see the back, the difficulty of which was not surprising since the string seemed to be buried in her crack. Dave tried to maintain his cool as he made a show of objectively assessing the fashion value of the bikini. Covering a slight squeak in his voice by loudly clearing his throat, he remarked, "I like the color of that one..." She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Oh, really?" Turning again in the mirror, she sighed. "I don't know if I could wear this one on the beach. What do you think?" She walked closer to where he sat and he noticed that the thin pink strip between her legs hugged the lips of her labia -- but just barely. Looking again at the tuft of pubic hair just level with his face and only a couple feet away, he suddenly realized something. "Hey, where's the um, the..." "Oh, the panties?" She looked embarrassed -- for the first time that Dave could remember. "They wouldn't work with the suit and I wanted to see what it really looked like." She turned away from him, displaying herself once more in near full nudity. Again, he caught his breath at the perfect symmetry of her small but rounded ass, and he suddenly wished with all his heart that he could follow the path of that tiny pink string. "Don't worry, big brother, I'll wash thoroughly," she went on in a slightly defensive tone, before closing the door once again. The rest of the sets were not quite as exciting - though they definitely looked sexy on Cody's taught body - but Dave knew that he would never forget the experience for as long as he lived. He was very glad that he was not trying on any suits himself, as his boner was about to rip through both his underwear and his shorts as it was. Finally, Cody announced that she was ready and came out dressed in her skirt again holding a handful of panties and several suits. "Two for me and two for Lisa." Dave blinked at that. "You think Lisa will wear one of those?" His wife was by no means overweight, but she hadn't worn anything remotely risqué in several years, and some of those bikinis displayed quite a bit of skin. The thought of her exposing so much of herself, in public no less, sent a strange jolt of excitement and jealousy through parts of his body. As they left the dressing room, he surprised himself by asking, "What about those panties? I never got to see any of those!" He grinned at her, thinking she would say something cutting or simply slap him. "Oh, you know. We've got four more days, all of us in that one room," she said matter-of-factly. "I'm sure you'll see them one way or another." She added dryly, "Not a lot of privacy, so I've heard..." He stopped and looked towards her questioningly, but she had already walked off to meet the clerk at the cash register, her hips swaying with no little effect on the painful bulge in his shorts. --------- On the ride back to the resort, Dave couldn't help but wonder again whether he would survive this vacation. With Cody's teasing, unknowing as it may be, and Lisa leaving him hanging, so to speak, he was feeling a bit over-stimulated -- literally. His nerves were frayed as if he had drunk several cups of coffee all at once and now felt jittery and couldn't seem to think straight. Cody suddenly put her hand on his arm and asked him if he was feeling ok. He started, then mumbled something about not eating much for breakfast. Maybe that's really it, he hoped to himself. When they got back to the room, Lisa was waiting for them and ready to go to lunch. Cody delayed them for a few minutes by pulling out the new suits to show Lisa. As Dave had anticipated, Lisa was appalled that her sister expected her to wear anything so "naughty" as she called it, and wondered why they had wasted time and money buying them. "Maybe that's just what you need, sis!" Cody shot back at her, glancing meaningfully towards Dave. "And maybe you should be more appreciative of all the hard work we did to find these for you!" Lisa's eyes went wide and she stood mute in the face of her sister's sudden intensity. Cody grinned evilly and added, "Of course, from what I've seen of you lately in the shower, you might do well to schedule a wax at that salon before you go to any public beach." Lisa turned red and glared at her sister, but failed to formulate a reply before Cody strode out the door, her head held high. Dave kept his eyes down and quietly followed, hoping that he wouldn't have to pay later for that little exchange. ------- They decided to eat out on the hotel's veranda overlooking the beach, a wide palapa umbrella shading them from the warm Caribbean sun. After getting some drinks and ordering lunch, Cody excused herself to go the restroom. Lisa waited until after she'd had a few sips before she said anything, and Dave was surprised that it had nothing to do with Cody or bikinis. "I got word from the partners that I've got to be back in the office by Thursday morning," she said, looking out at the ocean. Dave's eyes narrowed and he shook his head. "I can't say that I'm surprised. Why should this vacation be any different from the rest of our lives?" Her head snapped around and her eyes met his. "Look, Dave, I can't help it!" she started yelling, and then dropped her voice to a fierce whisper. "This is our biggest client. And even if it wasn't, I've gotta do what the partners tell me to. Don't be a jerk about it!" Her voice had risen again and another couple sitting nearby glanced over at them then quickly looked away. She took a deep breath and, with what seemed like an effort of will, she took his hand. "I'm sorry. You're not a jerk." Dave looked up at her suspiciously. "I'm just a little tense. It's been a rough morning." She attempted a smile. "I'm sorry about the... the shower thing." Her face clouded again. "In fact, I want to apologize for a lot of things." She squeezed his hand. "I think I know what you were expecting, or hoping for, with this trip." Dave pulled his hand back and looked at her pointedly. "What were you hoping for, Lisa?" "I... I don't know." She looked confused. "I think I was just doing it because you wanted to. I wasn't sure where we were going lately..." her voiced dropped and she looked away. Lisa glanced over at where Cody had appeared at the doorway from the restrooms. "Don't tell her about having to leave yet. I don't want to ruin the next couple days," she whispered to him before Cody flopped down in the chair. "What's up?" she asked, noticing Dave's tense look and her sister's forced smile. ------ After lunch, Dave checked in at the concierge desk to see what all he had bought with the "romance package." If he only had a day and a half left, he was damn sure going to try and enjoy them, and Lisa could join him or not - he really didn't care at this point. According to their itinerary, the afternoon was set aside for a snorkeling trip, as well as one spa treatment of their choice. When Dave informed the girls and gave them the brochure, Cody of course was all for it. "And maybe Lisa can use that spa treatment for a little trim later on," she laughed. Lisa looked over at Dave and cocked her head, "I might just do that." She gave the hint of a smile. "If there are no objections?" Before Dave could say anything, Cody interjected, "Of course not! Now let's hurry -- this thing says that the boat's supposed to leave in 15 minutes!" -------- The snorkeling guide was a local man, muscular and handsome in a rough sort of way, but with a quick and ingratiating smile. As they boarded the motor boat that would take them to a nearby reef, Lisa gave Cody a meaningful look and nodded at the guide. "Whatever..." Cody said in an exasperated tone, but her eyes followed his every move as he clambered confidently around the boat preparing to shove off. Pablo explained to them in broken English that they were going to the 'best reef' where the 'best fishes' swam and that they would have the 'best time' and they would be 'the best friends' when they got back. Pablo seemed very eager to please and smiled often at the girls, which they seemed to be eating up. Dave felt that he was constantly posing his trim and muscular body in just the right way - though that could have been his envious imagination; there was just something too slick about Pablo that bothered Dave from the beginning. Probably because of the convention, no one else had booked the 'romance snorkeling tour', so it looked like the three of them had Pablo and the boat to themselves. Dave tried to set aside his misgivings and just enjoy the trip. When they arrived at the 'best place to swim', Pablo anchored the boat a ways away from the reef itself and began handing out the snorkeling equipment. He explained, more or less, the basics about not touching the reef, staying together, how to use the equipment, and warned them about sunburn. Pablo said that he didn't need the sunscreen, but that 'people of the north', apparently referring to the three pale gringos in front of him, might need a lot of protection. After taking off her cover-up, Lisa handed Dave the 40 and asked him to help put it on her back. "Pablo, why don't you help Cody, or we'll be here all afternoon," she grinned. Cody shot her a glare and looked like she was about to protest, but she didn't move when Pablo began spreading the sunscreen over her back. Dave felt a twinge of jealousy watching them, but quickly shook it off and continued rubbing the lotion on his wife. She wore one of the suits she had brought from the states and, while it was pretty conservative compared to Cody's skimpy yellow bikini that Dave was trying hard not to stare at, it definitely showed off her still-sexy curves. He found himself remembering their aborted tryst in the shower that morning and he began to re-appreciate her beautifully feminine body. She had slightly wider hips, a fuller rear, and her breasts were not quite as perky as Cody's, but in some ways, her maturity gave her an aura of ripe sexuality that her more athletic but innocent younger sister lacked. Dave was still working in the lotion on her thighs and on up to the edge of her suit when he heard Cody gasp and blurt out "That's fine! I think you got it..." He looked up to see her removing Pablo's hand from between her legs near the bikini. He realized with some embarrassment that Pablo had been following his lead on rubbing the sunscreen on Cody, including his thoroughness on his wife's inner thighs. "You ready then?" Pablo smiled, seemingly oblivious to his faux pas and began helping a slightly hesitant Cody with her mask and flippers. Within seconds, he had leaned back over the side and flipped smoothly into the water. "Now you go," he smiled up from the water. Both Lisa and Dave had snorkeled before so they were in the water in a moment. Cody couldn't seem to get the nerve up to flip backwards, so the two men held on to her from each side to guide her into the water. What later seemed kind of funny was at the time both painful and embarrassing: Cody finally swung her feet up and back as hard as she could, flipping over in almost a complete mid-air circle and with her legs splayed to her right. Dave could later only remember a shiny swath of yellow lycra-spandex bordered by two rounded ass cheeks descending upon his face. Neither he nor Cody ever mentioned it again, and certainly never told Lisa that for just a moment, Dave's nose had been forcefully thrust into the suit material, deep between Cody's lips and even a little up inside her. Cody struggled to pull off of Dave's face, which had been pushed into the water, and he finally came up spluttering and holding his nose gingerly. After a moment of alarm, both Pablo and Lisa began laughing hard and, aside from an exchange of embarrassed looks between Dave and Cody while she covertly reached down to pull her suit out from where it had wedged, the incident was set aside and the swim began. Pablo led them for awhile up current, kicking strongly until he reached the center of the reef. Cody followed, with Lisa and Dave behind her in a line. While she had never snorkeled before, Cody was a good swimmer and the two behind her had to concentrate on keeping up. Dave couldn't help but notice the twin globes of Lisa's ass pumping away in front of him as he tried to keep in line of sight with the swimmers in front. Her light blue bikini had ridden up between her cheeks, displaying quite a bit of skin, and when she occasionally paused to pull her head out of the water and look for Pablo far ahead, her legs would spread, frog-like, and Dave could see her suit pulled tight over her mound. Despite or maybe because of the full bush of dark pubic hair that escaped from either side of her bikini whenever her legs spread, Dave began to get very turned on, and by the time they caught up with Pablo, he could have steered himself by the long rudder stretching his shorts down into the water. They swam for a good twenty minutes, lagging farther behind Pablo and Cody, but Dave could care less as he was thoroughly enjoying the unintentional teasing from his wife and the heady desire it was building in him. It had been so long since he had seen her in a sexual light that today's events were an exciting and welcome change for him. "You like?" Pablo asked when they finally caught up to him. "It's fabulous!" Cody blurted breathlessly. Dave had to agree, and was looking forward to the slower swim back. "The current will take us back, now. Swim slow and watch all the best fishes!" Pablo pointed towards the boat in the distance and waited until the three others started out before dipping his head under the water again. The reef was gorgeous, and what seemed like thousands of different-colored and shaped fish seemed to take little notice of the swimmers as they slowly drifted over and among them. Occasionally Pablo would swim down to point out certain not-so-common animals like a sea horse, a blow-fish, and even once an octopus. Dave had been excited about the prospect of slowly following his wife's bikini-covered ass back to the boat, and was content to miss a lot of the coral reef in exchange. Unfortunately, for some reason Pablo seemed to keep popping up between him and Lisa. If he hadn't been sure that Pablo would be more interested in Cody, he might have thought that he was purposefully placing himself in the 'best positions' at the 'best moments' to get the 'best views' of his wife's spread thighs. When Dave did get a clear shot, he could see that Lisa's blue bikini had gathered into her cheeks again and a dark shadowed furrow revealed that the suit had wedged slightly into her mound. At certain times when she would kick, the material would be pulled so tight that the only thing keeping her pussy lips from being completely exposed was the luxuriant growth of her brunette pubic hair. Dave wasn't sure whether to be more frustrated with his lack of view or more angry with Pablo for so obviously ogling his wife's most intimate area. Finally giving up, he turned to see Cody diving to get a close up look at some brain coral. She had obviously gotten the hang of snorkeling very quickly and when she popped up to the surface she expertly flipped her head forward to clear her snorkel. Dave was reminded how athletic she was and also of how small her new g-string was. The tiny yellow top seemed on the verge of slipping down over her breasts as she shot to the surface. When he drifted nearer, he noticed that Cody was obviously getting a little chilled from being in the water so long, as the nearly transparent material was poking out at least an inch where her long nipples had hardened beneath the suit. Lisa and Pablo had drifted quite a bit towards the boat by then and Cody gave a thumbs-up signal under the water and kicked off towards them, Dave following closely. If he had thought Lisa's suit was sexy from behind, Cody's yellow 'feathered' g-string was almost obscene. There was only about a two inch wide strip in front and back, gathered down the middle and narrowing to about an inch where the two sides met between her legs -- a fact that Dave could now see clearly from his position behind her. The Full Package - Monday The scrunching effect from the seam appeared to be purposefully made to wedge the suit into a woman's unique feminine physiology. Each time Cody would pause from kicking and her legs would hang loose, the crystal clear water afforded Dave a perfect view between them. The tiny yellow line of Cody's suit drew the eye down from her waist, between her spread cheeks, over her barely-covered genitals and on up over her pubic mound. The suit served more to emphasize than conceal -- although Dave guessed that the manufacturers hadn't anticipated this particular viewpoint. When he was at the right angle, he could see that the seam down the center seemed to separate and display her labia - the outer edges of which were barely visible. If a barracuda had swam up and bitten off his stiff cock, Dave would not have been more surprised nor would it have had a more dampening effect on his built-up lust than when he saw Cody's face a mere inches below his line of sight to her pussy lips, looking back at him through her legs. She waived slowly as if to get his attention. Dave choked violently as he came to the surface. Hoping he would accidentally drown before he had to face his sister, he spluttered and splashed around, knowing that he was so busted and wondering how Lisa would react to the news of his incestuous voyeurism. "Are you ok?" he heard Cody ask. When he finally calmed down and took a breath, nodding his head dumbly, she went on. "Did you see that huge sting ray back there?! I heard they were really dangerous! I wish we had a camera!" When he didn't respond, she asked again, "Are you sure you're ok? Maybe we should head back to the boat. I'm kind of cold anyway." Maybe she didn't notice that he had been staring at her, thought Dave, before he kicked towards the boat, this time safely at Cody's side. Or, she's waiting to get back to the room to mention it to Lisa, a cynical part of his mind chimed in. Knowing Cody, though, it was probably the former, he finally decided, and he began to breathe easier. Still, he vowed to be more careful in the future. When they made it back to the boat, Dave was reminded of his earlier frustration and annoyance with Pablo when he saw him toweling off his wife, and he quickly forgot his guilt over leering at her sister's near-naked body. Lisa didn't seem self-conscious about the young and handsome guide rubbing the towel over her arms, back and legs, and by the time Dave had helped Cody up over the side Pablo had started the motor and the moment to say anything seemed to have passed. It suddenly felt rather silly of him to be jealous, in any case, considering his own wandering eye and the fact that nothing had really happened anyway. He wasn't even sure how he felt about her at the moment, apart from his recently-awakened desire. The two girls were excitedly discussing what they had seen, and Dave quickly forgot about his suspicions as he joined in with his own sightings on the swim -- at least the flora and fauna parts of it. The sun felt good after being in the water so long and the girls soon lay out on the front deck of the motor boat, affording Dave and Pablo a very distracting view of their barely-covered bodies. Dave felt himself dividing his attention between the girls and Pablo as he noticed the younger man openly ogling the two. Pablo was oblivious to his glares, however, and he didn't quite know how to say "quit looking at my women" in a polite way -- or even if it was appropriate. In any case, he couldn't really fault the guy for being a male...it was an amazing view, after all. Despite being older and wearing a more conservative bikini, Lisa proved even more stimulating during that twenty minute ride back to the hotel. She had flipped over onto her back, just in front of the plexi-glass screen of the driver's seat, and was continually adjusting her bikini bottoms. From what Dave could tell from where he sat, her full bush was peeking out from under the sides and top of her suit - and she kept stretching it out to try and cover it, with questionable success. Ironically, her movements only served to emphasize her situation and gave the guys ample views of her pubic hair and the outline of her pussy as she was constantly lifting the elastic then pulling it up tight against her mound. With the angle of the boat, the sun was in her eyes, but it was hard for Dave to believe that she wasn't aware of the two men watching her. He couldn't help but wonder if she were purposefully teasing the two of them -- or maybe just Pablo, for that matter. As far as he knew, she hadn't received this much attention in a long time -- although he didn't really know what went on at her work, now that he thought of it... he brushed that thought aside as highly unlikely -- and maybe too stressful to contemplate at the moment. Fortunately, Pablo put in a Jimmy Buffet CD just then and, cheesy as it was, it reminded Dave to just try and enjoy the moment. He sat back finally, relaxing to the roll of the boat over the waves and the gorgeous views of the bikini-clad women laid out in front of him, and decided he needed to quit worrying so much. By the time they got back to the dock, they were ready for a drink and some serious down-time. Saying goodbye to Pablo with a kiss and hug from the girls and a stern handshake from Dave, the three of them headed straight for the bar. The sun was still high and after their first drink, Cody announced that she wanted to go lay out on the beach. Lisa looked like she was about to voice her agreement, when she looked down at her bikini briefly and glanced over at Cody's yellow suit. "I think I may go visit the salon for a little while. Why don't you two go on and I'll catch up with you later." Cody raised her eyebrows at Dave, but didn't say anything, so as Lisa walked towards the room to shower before going to the salon, the two of them grabbed some towels and headed to the beach. --------- While Dave arranged to have a cabana boy set up chairs and an umbrella, Cody took another dip in the ocean. When she emerged, wet and dripping, he had already ordered drinks and was lounging in the shade of the large umbrella. He was glad for his tinted sunglasses as he stared at her barely-covered curves walking up the beach towards him. "Come on, Dave, you don't want to be white all summer do you?" She teased him as she moved her chair out into the sun. "I got enough on the snorkeling trip, I'm sure." He took another sip and looked over at her very exposed skin. "You better be careful, yourself. You do know that the sun's a lot stronger on the beach, don't you?" "Thanks, dad." She answered. A minute later, though, she added, "If you're so worried about me, why don't you help me with that sunscreen?" Dave's heart and other parts of his body gave a slight flutter and he shook his head in consternation at himself. What was he - a teenager hitting puberty? He took a breath and stood up, grabbed the bottle out of their bag, and went to sit at her side. She had lain down on her stomach, so he assumed she wanted her backside done. Hearing no further instructions from her, Dave started on the backs of her ankles and worked his way up. As he got closer to the tops of her legs, he couldn't help but be amazed again at the small size of her bikini. It wasn't a g-string, but the feathered seam appeared made to fit inside the crack of her ass, with about an inch of material curving up over her cheeks on either side. He wasn't sure what he was going to do about covering that area with the lotion, or even the insides of her thighs. He assumed that she would want to do that herself and he paused when his fingers hit the slight crease of her lower cheeks. Without saying anything, Cody spread her legs slightly, as if in answer to Dave's hesitancy. He didn't want to make a big deal about it, especially if she didn't, so he quickly put some more lotion on his hands and dipped them down between her thighs, trying to remember that they were practically siblings and he was just doing her a favor. Still, when his fingers accidentally brushed against the edge of her suit, he felt a strong pulse in his shorts. When her legs had parted, Dave couldn't help but notice again that the feathering effect of her suit continued into her crotch and caused the material to fold into what he assumed were her pussy lips. He thought his glimpses on the snorkeling trip had been fairly intimate. Now he was sitting almost on top of her with his fingers only inches away from her sex. Careful not to linger too long, he took a big, quiet breath and spread the sunscreen up over her cheeks and around the sides of her hips. Returning back down her tight curves, Dave's thumbs followed the line of her suit, moving closer and closer together as the suit tapered downwards. Dave was fascinated with how tight and smooth her ass cheeks were -- he had never dated anyone with such a perfect ass -- and he wasn't really paying attention to where his hands were going. While before in the water he had seen the darker circle of skin peeking out, now his thumbs barely brushed over it and he could distinctly feel the puckered wrinkles that marked the outer edges of her asshole. He heard Cody gasp and he quickly pulled his hands outward when he realized what he had just touched, ironically causing her cheeks to spread further and displaying even more of her asshole. He fully expecting Cody to turn and slap him, but she didn't move at all. In fact, she didn't seem to be breathing. Dave guessed that she was too stunned or embarrassed to say anything. He certainly hoped that was the case -- he didn't know how he would reply. Finally, after almost half a minute, Dave decided the best policy was to try to ignore it, as Cody was apparently doing. It was difficult for Dave to keep his hands from trembling as he applied more lotion to his palms. He had just basically been squeezing his sister's bare ass -- and more - while staring at her crack and barely-covered genitals. He felt like an old man as his heart threatened to burst in his chest. He quickly moved up to her waist, careful to make sure he covered everything and thinking that there wasn't much else to get in trouble with. Lisa hated it when he left finger marks -- when she got a burn she could always tell where it was he had missed. Remembering how she got mad last time because of the burn line along the top of her bikini, he unthinkingly dipped his fingers down under the edge of Cody's bottoms, sliding the lotion from one hip to the other. When his fingers touched the crack of her ass, which almost peeked out of the small suit anyway, Cody squirmed and lifted her head up, looking at him skeptically over her shoulder. Apparently she was beginning to wonder if his faux-pas' weren't so accidental. "Sorry! I just don't want you to get a burn line," Dave tried to explain. "Lisa always hates it when I miss the edges -- she says a burn there is really painful because that's where all her clothes rub." He realized he was nervously babbling. "Oh." Cody hesitated, but settled back down and added nonchalantly, "That's fine. No biggy." Dave breathed out, kicking himself mentally but grateful that she was so trusting. He continued on up over her back, avoiding the bra strap just to be safe, but Cody spoke up: "I don't want a burn line there either, silly!" Dave obediently slid his hands under the bra, even smoothing the lotion down her sides to where the curve of her breasts began. Cody giggled, but didn't say anything, and he finished covering her shoulders and arms without further incident. They ordered more drinks and twenty minutes later Dave was feeling very good, just watching the occasional bikini-clad girl walk by. He noticed that Cody was looking a little pink on her shoulders and mentioned it to her. "I swear - you're such a mother hen sometimes, Dave!" Cody replied. She looked back at her legs. "I guess I should do the other side, though." She flipped over and looked at him. "Well, mother? Do you want me to burn or what?" She turned her head back and closed her eyes. Doing her back was no big deal between almost-siblings, maybe, but Dave was surprised she would allow him to do her front. What game was she playing? Or did she really feel like he was just a big brother? Maybe she had been that casually intimate with her real brother, for all Dave knew. Whatever the situation, Dave decided that he better proceed with caution. Picking up the bottle of sunscreen, Dave moved to sit by her side again. Cody apparently wanted the full treatment, though, as she motioned to her face first. Shifting to sit above her head, he took a deep breath and carefully smoothed the lotion over her forehead, nose and cheeks, thinking that in some ways this was even more sensuous and intimate than rubbing the rest of her body. "That feels good", Cody murmured. Dave again thought it was ironic that he felt more awkward staring down at her beautiful face as he stroked it than he had staring at her almost naked ass. He made sure to cover her delicate ears and neck, and then spread the lotion over her shoulders and arms. The occasional moans that escaped Cody's lips were disconcerting and strangely enough were causing an uncomfortable stir in his swim trunks. When he got to her chest, he wasn't sure how to proceed, but he somehow knew that if he hesitated it would make it all the more awkward, so in one smooth stroke he pushed both hands down over the inner curve of her breasts where they rose from the tiny bikini top. Remembering her admonition about burn lines and also wanting to see how far this "casual attitude" about her brother really went, he reversed the motion, bringing his hands back up while making sure to slip his lotion-covered finger-tips along and under the edge of her top. Cody inhaled sharply but otherwise was perfectly still when his fingers slid over her areolas and brushed against the sides of her nipples. Encouraged by her silence, he repeated the procedure for the outer curve of her breasts and this time when his fingers brushed her nipples he could tell that they were stiffer than before. They were much longer than Lisa's when erect, apparently, and he could now see them poking up at him under the tight material of her top. He looked down at Cody's face and saw her wet her lips, but again, she didn't say anything. Not wanting to push his luck, Dave moved on, continuing without pause to cover her flat tummy and sides. Having firmly established the 'burn-line rule', he squirted more sunscreen below her belly-button and confidently smoothed it along and under the edge of her bikini bottoms. His fingers dipped down no more than an inch as they moved from one hip to the other, but with the tiny size of her bottoms, he was already practically on her pubic bone and he clearly felt the uppermost curls of her brief line of hair as his hand passed the mid-way mark. Dave thought for sure that Cody would now object or stop his ministrations, but her eyes remained closed and she seemed almost unnaturally still. Dave had to make sure that her chest was rising and falling before he stood and moved down to start again at her feet. He tried to be thorough as he spread the lotion over Cody's calves and knees, but the movement of her legs back and forth as he did so had spread her thighs several inches apart, and Dave couldn't help but stare distractedly at the rise of her pubic mound and the long narrow strip of cloth below it that emphasized more than it concealed. He wondered whether Cody would be as casual about the 'burn-line rule' when it came to the area between her thighs. The thought brought a lump to his throat and a twitching in his groin. Just then Dave heard someone clear their throat behind him. "I hope I'm not disturbing you." Dave immediately recognized the voice as belonging to their erstwhile host Armand. He felt Cody stiffen beneath his hands, but her voice was calm and held no trace of nervousness when she responded, "Not at all. Just catching some rays. How are things going with the conference?" "Excellent! Everyone seems to be having a good time." He glanced at Dave, who had quickly removed his hands from Cody's knees and was putting away the bottle of sunscreen. "How is your wife?" "She's fine -- taking advantage of the spa services, I think." Dave suddenly thought how lucky he was that Armand had not seen where Dave's hands had been a few minutes before. For that matter, he really didn't know how long Armand had been standing there... "Good. They are some of the best, I have been told," Armand replied. "I just wanted to remind you about our cita tomorrow on my boat. I was hoping we could meet at the dock around 9:30?" Dave had stood up to move back to his own chair, and he could see his wife coming down the beach from the hotel. Another piece of luck -- almost too coincidental, in fact. Who knows if he would have seen her before she spotted his hands on her sister's thighs (or worse!)? No matter how casual Cody was about their sibling boundaries, he knew it wouldn't sit well with Lisa. It seemed he owed Armand for more than just drinks and a room discount. Dave vaguely heard Cody confirming the meeting tomorrow and then Armand discussing some of the other entertaining things to do around the island and on the mainland. When Lisa arrived, Armand warmly greeted her but quickly took his leave, explaining that he had to make arrangements for a big fiesta that would take place the following night. -------- Lisa seemed oddly distracted and had come out to the beach in shorts and a t-shirt, obviously not interested in doing any sun-tanning. They asked her if everything had gone ok, and she gave a non-committal mumble. Dave and Cody looked at each other, but when it appeared that no further explanation was forthcoming, Cody remarked that the sun was going to set soon, anyway, so maybe they should go get ready for dinner. When they got back to the room, Cody went into the bathroom first, and Lisa said she had already taken a shower. She walked over to look out the window and Dave tried again to find out what happened. "Did you have a good time at the spa?" he asked. "It was alright, I guess," she replied. "Well, you seem awfully quiet. Did you get a massage? Or..." Dave suddenly remembered her remark earlier about following Cody's advice. "You got a wax, didn't you?!" He smiled. "Can I see it?" he asked excitedly, reaching for the button on her shorts. Lisa looked up sharply and pushed his hand away. "No!" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "I mean - it was just a little weird. I don't want to talk about it right now." She reached up and squeezed his arm. "Maybe I need a drink. Let's just get ready, ok?" She smiled crookedly and walked over to her suit case to look for something to wear that night. "I heard it was painful, but I didn't know it was that painful..." When Dave's remark got no response, he gave up and flipped on the television while Lisa changed into a dress. He noticed that she was careful to face away from him when she took off her shorts and underwear. His curiosity made him stare hard at the space between her thighs as she bent down to pull up her new pair of panties -- a small thong, he noticed - but he was at the wrong angle and couldn't see below the curve of her ass. Cody soon came out of the bathroom in a towel and Dave took his turn. He quickly stripped out of his trunks and turned on the shower. The hot water felt great after the chill of the air conditioning and he was glad to rinse the salt and sand off his body. As he was soaping up, he noticed that Cody's bikini was draped over the hand-rail in the shower, less than a foot away. He couldn't help but stare at the skimpy material, thinking about where it had just been. With a glance at the door, he pulled the bottoms off the rail and spread out the waist band, remembering what Cody's tight little body had looked like in them. He felt a tingling from head to toe as he began to react and his mind seemed to glaze over as it split its entire focus between the bikini and the expanding length of his penis. With the amount of teasing he was getting on this trip, his body was becoming more and more sensitized and it seemed that the slightest stimulus would get his hormones pumping.