9 comments/ 72858 views/ 8 favorites Elysium Island Adventures By: sirhugs "Be careful what you wish for," Kaylee laughed, "you just might get it." My sister was teasing me because I had muttered that I'd rather be going on vacation with her rather than her twin sister, my wife, Kellie. Things had not been going well in the marriage lately, and I found myself in the awkward position of crying more and more on my wife's twin's shoulder. "That's because we both have time, because she's never home anymore," Kaylee explained. "We always were best friends as well as sisters. We used to share everything...well, except for you." Kaylee blushed crimson. There had been one drunken night just after I had started dating Kellie when the three of us had been snuggled together on their couch. Kaylee had rented an erotic video, expecting us to go out. Our date had ended early, because the couple we were double dating had a horrid fight and had walked out half way through dinner. When Kellie and I had entered the apartment the sisters shared, there had been lots of frantic movement as Kaylee had rearranged herself. Kellie and I later had a good giggle over speculating whether Kaylee had gotten her panties back on or had just shoved them under the couch. "Too bad she found me first," I said. "Do you think she's having an affair?" "Why do you ask that?" Kaylee responded. I noted that she did not simply say no. "She's so distant lately. And we never have sex." "Pooooor baby," Kaylee purred, ruffling my hair, still not answering my question. I noticed that her nipples had swollen beneath her thin T-shirt, poking out like twin chocolate kisses, barely contained by the fabric. My cock began swelling. I reminded myself once again that this was my wife's sister, forbidden fruit. But an aroused male really has no conscience. Not at that moment. I reached up casually, almost like I was stretching, and brushed the back of my hand lightly along the side of her small firm breast, enjoying the tingling electricity that ran from the hairs on my hand down to my groin. Before Kaylee could react, the phone rang, startling us both. "I'll get that," she said, jumping back as if welcoming the interruption. "I sound just like Kellie anyway." As she left the room, ignoring the phone right beside my elbow around the other side of my desk from where she stood, I stiffened more. One department in which Kaylee was not identical was in the rear end. Kellie worked hard. Kaylee worked out hard. Years of dance and working as an aerobics instructor had given my sister a superior rear. I could not resist stroking the weight which had gathered in my jeans. I could hear Kaylee chatting on the phone, without making out what she was saying. Her calm tone must have subconsciously triggered in me the assumption that she would be a while, or maybe I just didn't care. I eased my zipper open gently, so as not to injure my surging member. The spring in my shaft forced the last third of the zipper down as my one eyed monster winked up, grinning at me. I could not resist reaching and stroking myself, amazed as always at how the outer layer of skin was so soft and supple, no matter how hard the inside became. The edge of my fingers and my palm rubbed up against the underside of the head, causing the slit to open and close. Already, precum was spitting out, as I wondered whether my sister tasted as sweet as my wife. "Maybe," an inner devil teased, "she tastes better. And your wife has become such a priss that she's probably shrivelled up and dry." "Or such a slut that she's spunky," I muttered to myself. "What was that?" Kaylee called from the next room. This jolted me back to reality as I realized that I was jerking off twenty feet away from her, with only an open doorway for privacy. "Just swearing at the computer," I lied. "Its Kell on the phone...she wants to speak with you." Suddenly, my cock shrivelled in my hand, as if I was an adolescent caught by my mother doing the nasty deed. I picked up the extension. There was no 'click' so Kaylee was apparently listening in. "Honey, I'm sorry, but the boss is sending me to San Diego to see a customer. I won't be able to go with you to Elysium Island." "But...but..." I stammered. "It was supposed to be a second honeymoon." "I know. I hear it's a paradise there, but this customer means a lot to the company. I'm the only one who can provide training on the software upgrade. If their staff isn't up to speed right away, next year they'll buy from a competitor. That could cost me my job. Then where will we be?" Kellie left that dangling out there. I listened to both sisters breathing into the phone, wondering whether either of them was thinking, like me, that without the second honeymoon, our marriage might not last another year. Finally, Kellie spoke again. "I can hear how disappointed you are. You should go anyway. The break will do you good." "Can you join me part way through?" I asked, instantly cringing at how that sounded like begging. "Sorry, hon, no can do. They've scheduled a full week of programs for me. And no vacation either. Twelve hour days for this girl." The same devil which had teased me about Kaylee spoke inside my brain, saying "Me thinks she doest protest too much...who is she playing with the other twelve hours?" All I did was sigh into the phone. This elicited a hollow "awww..." from Kellie's end. "See what I mean," she continued, "you need to go have fun." "It's no fun without you." "You need to learn to have fun without me....oops, I gotta fly." She giggled. "Literally, that is. I'm at the airport already and they just called my flight." As Kellie rang off, I was sure that I recognized the voice leaking into my ear as that of her boss, the dashing young billionaire software engineer. "Now she'd better be careful what she wished for," Kaylee said; walking back into the room, not bothering to pretend she wasn't listening to the call. "What do you mean?" "If you have too much fun, you might realize that you don't need her." "That's not very sisterly." "No, but it may be true." I shifted carefully, turning my chair so that Kaylee could not see that I still grasped my shrunken member in my fist. I was blushing, not because I had forgotten to hide my interrupted act of masturbation, but because her erect nipples were causing me to swell anew. If Kaylee knew how I felt, she was not upset by it. Her smile widened. "Why don't I go with you? How much fun would THAT be?" she grinned. "But they require photo I.D. for the plane." "That's the bonus of identical twin sisters. I look just like Kellie. If she left her passport here, I can pass as her." Kaylee blushed. "I've done it before." My cock, still nestled in my open fly, stirred, swelling to semi turgidity. Instinctively, my hand returned to my lap. I shifted my chair a bit more, but if Kaylee was paying attention, she would easily guess that I was stroking myself. "Really, when?" I could not resist asking. "Not with you, don't worry," Kaylee giggled. It sounded almost the same as Kellie's giggle earlier. The same earthy lust. Except it was not me causing my wife's arousal, and it was my sister who was exciting me. Maybe I was misinterpreting Kaylee's mood. Perhaps it was not her recollections which caused her good humour, because she said nothing further about them, nor did she say whether or not she was aware of what I was doing. She simply said "I'll go look for her passport." "I think she keeps it in her lingerie drawer," I squeaked. "What an odd place. Oh well," Kaylee giggled even more girlishly, "maybe I'll find something to wear on the trip, since I don't have a suitcase with me." She walked out of the bedroom, Kellie's passport in hand, holding a pair of peach panties across her midsection. I had never seen them before. Calling them panties was generous. A few wisps of lace, with a ribbon connecting them, which might barely cover Kellie's pussy, but would never cover her ass. "You're right," I said, "those would look better on you. You have the perfect butt for them." This time, Kaylee grinned instead of blushing. She twirled, sticking that rump out at me by bending at the waist, and then ran laughing back into the bedroom. Without thinking about what I was doing, I stood up and followed. Kaylee heard me entering the room as she was investigating her sister's drawers more thoroughly. She spun around, startled. "What are you doing in here?" The red was back in her cheeks. I noticed that in her left hand she held the two halves of a new yellow bikini. In her right hand was a vibrator I had never seen before. "You need to spend more time in your wife's drawers I think," Kaylee teased, perhaps not intending the cruelty. Her words destroyed my mood, as she could no doubt see all over my face. "Remember never to play poker," she advised, dropping the toy into the dresser and stepping towards me. "But cheer up, if she's getting herself off, maybe she's not cheating on you." "I might agree, except you'll notice she didn't take it along on this trip." "Except if she's with her boss, she might not need the toy." I sighed. Kaylee finally sighed along with me, her well toned shoulders slumping just slightly, causing her tits to relax. My cock followed suit, softening slightly throughout the digression, and retreating back into its nest of pubic hair. "Is this a nude resort?" Kaylee asked, her sparkle reappearing. Despite this, I removed my hand from my organ. Kaylee would have noticed if I tried to zip up my fly, so I left it open. "It might be topless, but I don't know about totally naked," I replied. "Then I better bring the bikini just in case, and maybe wrap around skirt or two for the evenings, but otherwise, I don't need much." Kaylee seemed not to have even noticed that I had not agreed to her offer to come on my second honeymoon. "You do know that the room is a single. With a king sized bed. If you come, I refuse to sleep on the floor." "Oh, I'm sure there's a pull out couch," Kaylee laughed. After a pause, she continued. "Oh, don't pout. I won't force you out of the bed on your vacation." It suddenly occurred to me that Kaylee could easily get lots of offers for other rooms to sleep in. She was not the type to randomly accept those invitations. In the years that I had known her, she had few boyfriends, each lasting only a short time, with long gaps in between. Despite that, Kellie had said Kaylee never trolled bars or hunted for one night stands. Perhaps my sister knew more about vibrators than how to find one in a panty drawer. "Should I pack the vibrator?" she teased at the moment, calling from the bedroom. "What will you need that for?" I shot back, pushing up out of my chair. Kaylee did not answer. My cock flopped loosely out of my fly, dangling in the air, gaining heft with each step. In just two or three steps, I found myself looking into the long mirror Kellie had hung in the hallway, which she used to primp before going out. I had never realized that from this angle, it also gave a perfect view into our bedroom. Kaylee was changing. Her firm ripe butt was thrust out in my direction. She straightened up and undid the button holding up her skirt. With a shimmy of her hips, Kaylee let it drop to the floor. She acted as if she did not know that I was watching, yet there was something about her movements which gave them a theatrical quality, as if pantomiming to express herself to an audience - in this case, an audience of one. She then bent deeply at the waist, and began slipping her lacy panties off. I stood frozen, though my cock continued to arch skyward as I watched my sister hook her thumbs in either side of her lacy daffodil yellow briefs, slowly rolling them off of her curvy but toned hips. I looked for tan lines, but she had none. "If she goes nude on the beach, she won't burn," the devil whispered into my ear. My hand cupped my surging shaft as Kaylee slowly worked the bit of lace down her thighs, pausing at the knees to bend deep and spread her feet a tiny bit further apart. It could not have been a coincidence that the extra space allowed her moist shaved slit to wink up at me from between her legs. My balls tightened up into my groin as precum leaked from my pee slit. I rolled my fingertips around the purple flesh of my helmet, scooping the wetness onto my skin, using it to lubricate my pumping. Uncertain just how long Kaylee would tease me, even less clear about how she would react if she had to confront my arousal, not wanting to spoil the mood by being caught with a fistful of cock, I hurried along. Sure enough, Kaylee just let the fabric drop to the floor, where it puddled around her feet. She did step out with extravagant grace, straightening up standing tall, reaching her arms high over her head, crossed at the wrists. "Hmm....ballet or bondage?" my devil asked. Raising first her right foot, Kaylee posed with her toes just touching the ground, her knee bent outwards so that as she stepped out of the underwear, her foot slid up her calf. A shiver ran from my spine out the end of my throbbing cock. "Perhaps bondage AND ballet?" I told my inner devil. I could feel the load lift up out of my balls, filling the short tubes connecting to my cock. I held my breath, willing myself to wait. Kaylee still did not look back at me. She bent at the knees this time, dipping down, presenting me with another view of how her athletic ass spread apart while she balanced on her right foot, taking the panties off of her left leg. My sperm would not be denied any longer. I had been too long without sex, and, though Kellie still slept in my bed, and was casually naked, the naughtiness of her twin's wanton exhibitionism drove me over the edge. Another shudder ran down my spine. Time froze, but clearly, did not stop entirely, since as my violent rush started, Kaylee picked up the panties, twirled them absentmindedly on her finger, and muttered to herself, as if alone, "Where shall I leave these?" "You might need those to wipe up the mess," the devil teased inside my brain as my offering spurted out the tip of my cock, arching through the air. My mind was racing in several directions - watching Kaylee, wondering about Kellie, fear about Kaylee noticing the smell, or the trails, where exactly the gobs of goo were landing - but my thoughts were not connected to my fist, which just kept right on pumping my shaft. Kaylee shrugged her shoulders, turning as she did so. Although she was still wearing her top, excited nipples told the truth of her enjoyment of this game. Still without glancing in my direction, Kaylee tossed the bit of lace over her shoulder down the hall towards me. "Can you throw these in the hamper?" she giggled, still leaving the extent of her knowledge ambiguous. I managed to grab them in mid air, my sticky palm helping my grip. I slid the fabric down my shaft as my organ continued to deflate, and then I used the gusset to soak up the giant gob of goo dangling from the tip of my prick. I glanced over to see strings of gism drying on the wall, but decided there was not time to clean thoroughly. That turned out to be a good decision, because almost immediately, Kaylee walked into the hallway, now wearing Kellie's bikini, with an almost transparent rainbow sarong wrapped around her lower body, tied low on her hip. The brevity of clothing, and the eye catching fabric, made my sister look like the sexiest woman alive. I barely had time to tuck my wilted penis back into my pants and do up the zip. "Don't play with those too long, or we'll miss our flight," Kaylee teased. I wondered whether she put a little extra emphasis on the word "play". I tossed the soiled garment into a hamper in the bathroom, and called a limo service for the short ride to the airport. One of the advantages of Kellie's well travelled lifestyle was prompt service, charged to her company account. The car arrived before Kaylee and I could explore the new dimensions of our relationship. "Are you sure you don't need luggage?" I asked, knowing instantly how stupid it sounded. Kaylee laughed. I was enchanted by how her throat gurgled as she chuckled. It was so long since I had made Kellie laugh that I was just guessing that this was another difference between the twins. I doubted that my wife laughed so freely. Kaylee's laughter was like a bubbling brook, as just as pleasant. Her grin, though, was wicked. "I'm not planning on wearing much, remember?" She reached over and squeezed my thigh, letting her fingers linger. Slowly, they worked their way around my muscle, teasing inside my leg. My cock throbbed, thickening in response to even this slight encouragement. Still uncertain of her agenda, and less clear as to how far I wanted to risk taking matters, I prayed that the surging mushroom did not bump her nails. The situation became even more awkward when Kaylee leaned tightly against my side and turned her face into my neck. Her tongue flicked out, teasing my ear, first running in a quick half circle along the outer edge, and then sliding inside, stabbing deeply but briefly into the canal, and then slowly rimming the edge of the inner ear, lingering as her warm sweet breath filtered into my brain. She finished by nibbling the lobe. "I'm so excited. I've never had a honeymoon before," she whispered. "But, but, we aren't married..." I stammered stupidly. In response, Kaylee squeezed my leg too hard, punishing me with the wrong sort of pain, and, drawing her head away, reminded me , " according to the plane tickets, the passport, and the resort, I am your wife." "Be careful what you wish for..." I replied, shocking even myself with my courage. I could feel that my cock, which had relaxed slightly when Kaylee had backed off, was suddenly mahogany. I was rewarded by Kaylee's richest deepest laugh, but she took her hand back to her own knee, where she casually teased me, drawing her fingernails in ever deceasing circles around her kneecap, her touch becoming gentler with each revolution. Eventually, the heel of her hand began slowly working the wrap open wider, so that her inner thigh was gradually revealed. Her thumb began beating a rhythm against her well developed quad muscles. It seemed as if she was taunting me, asking me if I was man enough to tame her. Or so my inner demon told me. I reached down, tenderly but forcefully repositioning my bulge. Kaylee was clearly watching for this out of the corner of her eye, because my movements caused her to pause, and then she let out a new laugh, a throaty chuckle, less feminine, more like a winner at a cigar smoker's poker game. Kaylee slipped her arm through mine as the sky cap and limo driver negotiated over my single flight bag, which I finally insisted on carrying myself. A $10 tip for each ended their objections. With this minimal luggage, we sped through security, which was a good thing, as it turned out that we had allowed very limited time, and the boarding call came almost immediately. I barely had time to look longingly at the handicapped rest room, thinking about how my devil wanted me to drag Kaylee in there. My cock, still not fully relaxed, stiffened again, agreeing with the demonic idea. The small part of my brain that still functioned normally was convinced that everyone in the VIP lounge was starting at the bulge in my shorts. It did not help that Kaylee's warm fingers lingered on my forearm. She leaned in and whispered "Have you and Kellie joined the mile high club yet?" My balls clenched tighter into my groin. I worried that I would come right there, and that the stain would mark my clothing for all to see. But at that moment, I recovered some of my balance, and without reflection, instinctively turned the tables on my sister. Elysium Island Adventures "Should we do it this flight, Kellie?" I put extra emphasis on her borrowed name, speaking just loudly enough that if she said she wasn't Kellie, security might overhear. Kaylee was a quick thinker. "Too bad this is a short hop flight. I don't think the plane even has a washroom." "We could borrow a blanket." "If we're going to be that obvious, we might as well fuck right here." Fortunately, I was rescued from any chance that Kaylee might call my bluff by the final call for the flight. The airline was a low budget commuter job. One of the attractions of Elysium Fields Island was that it was small and off the well travelled tourist routes. Rumour had it that the original resort had been wiped out fifty years ago by a hurricane, and that the rebuilt resort was only discretely advertised. A perfect spot for lovers and I was headed there with my sister. Fortunately, the brief flight meant tight seating, and no awkward moment when the steward might offer Kaylee a blanket to conveniently throw across our laps. As that thought crossed my mind, I wondered whether I was wishing she would have been able to take that next bold step. I was struggling with the obvious desire I felt for her – logical enough, given how closely she resembled my wife - and perhaps wished that she would take the initiative, relieve me of the guilt of taking things forward. One thing that Kaylee had been prepared for was the absence of drink service on the flight. Shortly after takeoff, she dug deep into her tote – Kellie's tote actually - and extracted a silver flask. After taking a deep hit, she passed the container to me. I drank deeply, the harsh bitterness of the brandy burning my throat. Kaylee nudged me with her elbow, "Well, some people are fast workers," she said. "What?" "Those two seem determined to join the mile high club no matter how short the flight." I finally saw where she was looking. Across the aisle and about four rows up, I could barely make out a young couple making out. She had long blonde hair, and looked barely legal. His complexion was still scared by recent acne blemishes. "Newlyweds?" I guessed. Kaylee nodded, grinning. She curled her fingers in mine and squeezed. " Look what she's doing now," Kaylee whispered. "I don't have a clear view," I replied. "Describe it to me." "She has just unbuttoned his shorts. I think she had a hand up the leg playing with his cock already. She's fishing it out. It looks pretty excited." "Think they might be virgins?" Kaylee giggled. "No one saves it for marriage anymore, dear. Besides which, if they got married yesterday, I'm sure they've done it already." "What is she doing now?" "How about him? He's got one hand up under her skirt already, and the arm around her shoulders is trying to push her head down at the same time as he is unbuttoning her top." "Sounds like someone is in a bit of a hurry," I said, taking another sip of brandy before returning the flask to Kaylee. She swallowed thirstily before continuing her narrative. "She has his shaft in her palm and is twisting her wrist and corkscrewing around the meat as she pumps up and down." I gulped and paused before getting up the brandy fuelled nerve to ask. "What does his cock look like?" Would Kaylee wonder if I was queer? If she did, she gave no sign of it, but simply answered. "Not as big as most. And not very thick." She giggled and squirmed in the confines of the airplane seat. "You know if this was porn, he would have a monster unit, but it just is so ordinary." "Well, if this was porn, she'd have 38DDD's."I said. "Not necessarily. I hear a lot of guys get off on tight young bodies." I must have shuddered at the thought. Because Kaylee grinned and said, "I guess that includes you." She squeezed my hand once more, but then released it. I shifted in my seat, only to feel her fingers kneading my forearm, and then settle on my knee, caressing the hairs at the bottom of my thigh. Her attention though remained drawn to the young couple, who seemed to be unconcerned that they were in open view on a cramped little plane. "What are they doing now?" I managed to say. "Her head is dipped lower, so she's twisted around. I can't see much," Kaylee replied. "Her whole arm is still pumping and I think he has her right bra strap pushed down. I'm guessing he's playing with her nipple." "I wonder if it is nice and pink like a rubber eraser," I sighed. My cock was struggling, trying to thrust out through my shorts. Kaylee never responded to my musing, though, because she exclaimed, "Bingo, her head is right down in his lap. The top of her dress has fallen away, and I can see that he is cupping her entire tit in his hand. She hasn't got much. He has the nipple trapped between two gingers and is twisting it." "I wonder if it is possible to whimper in the middle of a blowjob." I asked. Kaylee laughed loudly. That got the attention of an older fellow sitting ahead of us, right beside the young lovers. He must have been dozing, because he had not registered the sex happening barely a foot away almost beneath his nose. Once he did though, he wasted no time. Despite the fact that the "school marm" sort sleeping in the seat next to him had to be his wife, the old guy slowly but smoothly reached across and gently placed his fingertips lightly on the young blonde's leg just where the skin was exposed by her hem creeping upwards. I figured that the woman would interrupt her pleasuring of her companion to object, or that at the very least; the guy would do it on her behalf. But instead, I saw the younger man grin widely, and wink at the older fellow. "I wonder if he's the dad of one of them. Maybe it's a family holiday honeymoon?" Kaylee said. "Would you think it was hotter if it was his Dad or hers?" I found myself replying without thinking. Where had that come from? And why was my hand suddenly on Kaylee's knee, unconsciously imitating the way in which the older guy was stroking the blonde? "You first. Do you even find incest exciting?" Kaylee turned my question back to me. I let the question sit unanswered as we both watched the older man's fingers caress the tender white flesh, nudging the fabric higher. "Well?" Kaylee prompted, her own fingers travelling up inside my thigh. "I certainly don't find the idea of abuse interesting, and I suspect most incest relationships are abuses of power. But on the other hand, as long as no one has two headed babies, sex is the greatest expression of love possible, and incest between consenting adults might just be a cultural taboo as out of date as not wearing white after September." Kaylee laughed loudly. The dirty old man up front turned with a startled look, but seemed to relax when he caught her smile, and she gave him a little wink. "Of course, if you and I did have sex, it wouldn't be incest," she said. "I thought we were making up tales about those two up front." "Sure we are, but isn't that your hand dangerously above me knee?" I could just see that the older man had resumed slowly creeping his hand up the young woman's milky thigh. I nudged Kaylee to watch them, trying to avoid the subject she had just squarely confronted. "Is she really giving her companion a blowjob?" I asked. "She's rubbing the bottom edge along her lower lip, and now she's flicking her tongue out, bathing the bulb," she mocked the tone of play by play broadcasters. "Oh, now she's stabbing her tongue into his gaping peehole. Too bad there's no instant replay of that!" Her hand squeezed my quad muscle, massaging my flesh. The blood surged into my cock. Taking her hint, I worked higher under her skirt, the sheer fabric barely hiding the brief bikini. "I wonder if her panties are as tiny as your suit." I asked. "If there's time at customs, want me to ask her if you can have them as a souvenir, doll?" "Is it hard to give a blowjob when someone is fondling your pubes?" "Why are you asking me?" Kaylee chuckled. "It looks like she's doing fine, maintaining a nice slow rhythm, pumping the shaft with her hand as she is taking the whole head into her moist mouth. She's slobbering all over it, and then pulling back. I think Daddy likes to watch." "Is his cock twitching?" "Why? Is yours?" Kaylee laughed deeply again. "I bet Daddy's is. From the set of his shoulders, I bet the hand that's not diddling her hot young cunt is choking the old chicken." "Is the old woman awake?" "Why, you want a hummer from toothless Tess?" That made my cock soften, but then as the image grew in my mind, I felt my stiffness return. I saw that Kaylee was staring at me. "I do believe I actually made you blush," she giggled. I noticed that her eyes did not meet mine. She was staring at my groin as her fingers continued dancing in my leg hairs. I gulped. To avoid the topic of what was going on in our seats, I asked, "Has he got his fingers up inside of her panty leg yet?" "I think Daddy has a thumb right up inside of her. Her hips are thumping into the seat." "What about Tess?" "You can likely see her as well as I can, but I think her shoulder action suggests that she's either frigging herself or jacking Daddy off. As we spoke, Kaylee's fingertips for the first time lightly brushed against the swollen head of my member. We were both silent for a moment. I can not speak for her, but I was contemplating the consequences of allowing her to take this further. We were clearly approaching the point of no return. The aircraft meanwhile was approaching Elysium Island. The pilot announced seatbelts. The initial crackle of the loudspeaker was all that it took to startle Kaylee out of whatever fantasy land she was in. She jumped upright in her seat, shook her long hair from side to side, withdrew her fingers from my shorts, and clasped both hands in her lap like a Catholic girl ready for confession. Though I doubted even a priest would take confession from a hottie in a bikini and wrap skirt, with an all over tan, without thinking of a few sinful desires. The blonde immediately bobbed upright when the announcement commenced. Her tiny right hand flitted quickly across her face. "Is she wiping a cum trail off her chin?" I asked Kaylee. "I can't see," she replied. Meanwhile, the blonde quickly straightened her micro skirt, as if 'Daddy' had not hurriedly withdrawn his fingers from her no doubt soaked pussy. Both of the older folks were sitting rigidly upright in their seats. I briefly wondered whether I had dreamed the whole incident. After all, wasn't I on the way to the Island of Dreams? As the plane bumped to a rough landing on the Island airstrip, Kaylee leaned even closer, her full breast pressed hard against my arm. "Remember, at customs, I am your wife, Kellie," she whispered. "It might help sell it if you show a little affection." "Just how much affection?" I asked as we climbed out of our seats and down the rickety rolling stairs to the tarmac. "Like this?" I paused on the apron and placed my hand on Kaylee's shoulder, pulling her closer. I opened my lips slightly as I kissed her. She giggled as she fell back off her tip toes ending the kiss. "No, not like you might kiss your sister," she said. "More like this." She took my hand in hers and placed it firmly on her tit, clamping it in place, and then reached up, putting her other hand behind my neck. Her kiss was nothing like my tentative effort. Her lips were wide, her teeth parted, and her tongue forced its way into my mouth before I could even think. Instinctively, my free hand dropped to her hip, caressing her thigh, and then working around to squeeze her buttock. I was still just sane enough to realize that I was correct – Kaylee was in better shape than my wife. She was also a much better kisser. My cock throbbed in appreciation. Perhaps she sensed this, or just knew she had that affect on men, because Kaylee continued the kiss, her tongue dancing lightly across my teeth, while she stepped tighter to my body, grinding her pelvis against my hardness for everyone to see. Only then did she step back, but her hand trailed slowly across my shoulder and down my chest, resting at my waist. "There, I think we sold that," she said, still laughing. The young blonde passed by just as Kaylee pulled back, and paused, locking eyes with Kaylee and grinning. My sister remained irrepressible. "Thanks for the in-flight entertainment," Kaylee said, "It beat some dumb movie." "Trust me, it was my pleasure," the blonde said in a teeny little girl voice. Customs coming into resort islands are always relaxed. They want the visitors to start the trip happy, and after all, who smuggles things into a resort? So there were no strip searches, and Kaylee's impersonation of Kellie went without a hitch. We didn't even have time to chat with our fellow travellers, and there was no waiting in line sex. 'Daddy' did however provide us with a little more food for thought, as even during his brief wait in line, he fondled the young blonde's firm tits, hands massaging them through the fabric of her top, both of them totally ignoring the fact that their respective companions stood in front and behind them, and that the rest of us were watching as well. Only when the gal reached passport control did she swat his hands playfully, laughing loudly. As she twisted to talk to him, I noted that her nipples stood excitedly inside her blouse. My cock had noticed as well, and was once again rigid. Suddenly, I felt the back of Kaylee's hand brush across my erection, right in front of the rest of the passengers and the customs officers. Was she still just selling our ruse, or was this a hint of treats to come? My cock didn't care, dancing wildly. Just as quickly as she touched, however, her hand vanished. Maybe I had just imagined it. "Perky, isn't she?" someone mumbled. I turned my head. In the brief moment during which Kaylee had distracted me, the older guy had fallen back in line, so that we were standing next to each other. "She looks so innocent," I replied. The man chortled. "Anything but. She's polymorphously perverse in fact. Personally, I don't know whether she prefers being the cream pie or eating it out of another pussy. Mind you, I guess I'm not sure whether I like supplying the cream or eating it for myself." "Who is she?" "My daughter of course." "How does her mother feel about this?" "Where do you think she got her start? In fact, I notice my wife and Rosie's hubby have vanished. I bet they cleared customs ahead of us and snuck into the washroom for a quickie. I hope it's not just a blowjob. I'd love to fuck Rosie's ass while she licks Thor's cum out of Jenny's wet cunt. Not many parents get to share their daughter's honeymoon, and we want it to be non stop fucking." As he spoke, Rosie finished with passport control and moved forward. Kaylee was next in line. I started to move near, but a guard touched my arm and suggested I stay behind the line on the floor until my turn. I could not hear what my make believe wife was telling the inspector. The pause however did give me another moment to watch Rosie, who was busy swivelling her head looking for her husband. "I think she sees a door ajar," her Daddy commented to me, as she quickly stepped towards the men's room. "I hope she leaves some for me." During this distraction, Kaylee had cleared customs. I briefly considered allowing the old man to go first, to ensure his pleasure, but Kaylee looked uncharacteristically anxious, so I took my turn next. The customs agent did not look me in the eye, barely glancing from my passport picture to my real face. "Purpose of visit?" he muttered. After all, it was a tourist resort, and there was little other reason to visit the tiny island. "Second honeymoon," I replied, but then mentally kicked myself. If the husband wife thing wasn't selling, had I just made it worse? Well, I could not very well tell him that I was here trying to fuck my sister. "Any luggage?" "Just this carry-on." I'm sure my blush was convincing. "We don't expect to need many clothes." "Enjoy your holiday." He stamped my passport, and chalked my suitcase without opening it. On the other side of customs, I hugged Kaylee, whose erect nipples drilled into my chest as she wriggled in my arms. "Still selling it?" I laughed. "No, just thrilled to be here." She paused. "Especially thrilled to be here with you." The shuttle to the resort was delayed. It seemed the passenger count was short three people. I brought Kaylee up to speed on the family fun that had been the in-flight entertainment. "We not only have wicked imaginations, they turn out to be true," she concluded. Despite not having to fool customs anymore, Kaylee then rubbed her body up and down my side, sending shivers down my spine, and making my cock perk up all over again. "Maybe we should see what else we imagined that we can make come true," she whispered, and then stuck her tongue in my ear in a most non sisterly way. Not that there would be a sisterly way to lick someone's ear. Besides which, as the devil whispered in my other ear, she wasn't my sister, merely my wife's sister. Well, that made this okay then. Whatever "this" turned out to be. We trundled aboard the shuttle bus, taking seats along the back. "Just like the cool kids in high school," Kaylee chuckled. Finally, a dishevelled looking Rosie bounced on board, trailed by her exhausted looking husband. A pearly bead of fluid shone on the mother's lips as she followed. This time, they sat just in front of us. "How was it?" asked 'Daddy', leaning over to tongue his wife's ear. "Rushed, but a good release," she replied. "Thor was still hard from the blowjob that Rosie started on the plane. But I kept a good grip on the base of his shaft while I teased his peeslit with just the tip of my tongue, not allowing him to come. I licked all of the precum off the bulb, even the dried remnants that had seeped out but which Rosie had not had time to swallow." This time, Kaylee did not waste time toying with my leg, or my shorts. She turned her head and planted her tongue back in my ear, distracting me almost enough that I might not have noticed her palm rubbing the growing erection through my shorts. Except that's a hard thing not to notice. My cock certainly appreciated the attention, throbbing with eager anticipation of something. There was a disconnect there, part of my brain trying to tell my balls to shut up and quit tightening into my groin, because sister might tease, but no fucking was gonna take place. But the little devil voice kept insisting that Kaylee was a hot wet slut, and wanted my hand to reach across and cop a feel of her tit, slung so invitingly in the bikini top. "That's so high school." "What?" Kaylee asked. "Did I say that out loud?" I replied. "Yeah, you did," Her breath was still moistly blowing into my ear. "But I'm a big girl now, not some teenie bopper in pigtails." "I think I was talking about me." Now Kaylee's laugh was a growl. "Well, all men stay teenagers forever, I think," she decided. She wriggled slightly in her seat. This caused her tits to sway, and then she leaned in closer. Her right nipple brushed against my arm, the warm fabric of the swimsuit against my bare skin. I glanced down and saw that her nipples were poking out so hard that the knit material was pulling away and exposing the dark nubs. My hand started to rise up, and I willed it not to reach over and touch. That was a good thing, as we arrived at the resort just about then. When the bus lurched to a halt, Kaylee's body was thrown roughly into my lap. This time, I reacted instinctively, my hands flying up to steady her, and prevent a nasty fall as she tumbled backwards. My fingers spread out across her warm back, the soft flesh pressing hard around my grip. I was supporting her entire weight. Kaylee laughed heartily, and let out a giant whoop before she pivoted off my lap. It seemed as if she enjoyed grinding her bikini clad groin against my hard cock before she started the dismount. My inner devil noticed that she added a bit more pressure, and a few extra twists, than were strictly necessary to accomplish her manoeuvre. Elysium Island Adventures "Ride'em, cowgirl," a beefy fellow in a Stetson shouted, "you lasted the full eight seconds and advance to the next round." He reached across and grabbed Kaylee's arm. At first, I though he was just steadying her in case she stumbled while the bus shuddered to a complete stop, but he drew her all the way across the aisle and spun her into his lap. Kaylee landed with her tits fully in his face, his cowboy hat knocked backwards. I quickly intervened, tugging Kaylee back off of his groin before his whiskers reddened her tanned cleavage. The sudden shift in momentum sent Kaylee spinning around towards me, affording me a close up view of that deep valley, though it whizzed past my face, close enough that no doubt she felt my breath, but not near enough for me to do more than sense her heat. My right hand ended up firmly clamped on her left buttock, holding her upright, her knees flexed one on either side of me. I reflexively kneaded the taut flesh where her ass met her leg, and in a flash, my fingers started worming their way inside her thigh, though I don't think that I even realized what I was doing until a very British sort of black woman cleared her throat and said, "if you two love birds could hold that until the hotel – at least a corner of the lobby bar, if you can't wait for your room, the rest of us might disembark." It took Kaylee less than a second to straighten out her scant clothing as she climbed off of my lap, but even that moment gave me the chance to notice the sheen of female arousal on her inner thigh, seeping below the line of the teeny bikini. Before I stood, I raised my finger to my face and inhaled her pure womanly odour. Even without getting inside her slit, I had become soaked by her juice. I gave the tip of my finger what I thought was a discrete look. Apparently it was a bit more obvious than I thought, because Kaylee chuckled throatily and the stern woman clucked like a fat old hen. I stood and stepped into the narrow aisle, forgetting that the evidence of my excitement might still be even more obvious. Kaylee laughed again, and attracted more disapproval from our critic by swatting her bum along the ridge of my cock tented in my shorts, laughingly saying "Watch where you point that weapon, it might be loaded." With that she stuck her tongue out at the woman and swung her hips vigourously for the walk to the door. She paused posing on the bottom step. "This might be the closest I ever get to walking down the aisle, so how about we fast forward to the part where you carry me across the threshold?" I gulped, my head swivelling to check for reaction. Kaylee was supposed to be Kellie, my wife. Of course she would have been down the aisle. Luckily, no one reacted, and she quickly recovered, joking, "We were so broke, that civil marriage office didn't have an aisle. Thank goodness for this second honeymoon now that we can afford Elysium Fields instead of a fleabag motel." "Not too much goodness, I hope dear," the perverse grandmotherly type who had earlier had sex with her daughter and son in a washroom cheered us on. A bellman offered to help with the bags, but we had only a carry on, so we were escorted directly to our private cabin, which was secluded in a grove of trees, but still a short walk from the ocean. "The Honeymoon Cabin," our escort announced, throwing the door open as Kaylee wrapped her arms around my neck. I instinctively grasped her hips as she bounced off the ground into my arms. As I carried her into the room, she gave my a long kiss, looking first deeply into my eyes, then spreading her lips into a smile before bringing them to mine. If this was more romantic than a sister should get, her kiss was way over the line. She began by wriggling her hips so that my hands shifted, forcing me to grasp high up inside her bare thighs, brushing her pubes through the thin bikini with the backs of my fingers. She sighed, and only then did she raise her head up, still sideways to my face, and lick the tip of my nose with her tongue. Startled, I pulled back a bit, but also opened my mouth slightly, giving her the perfect opportunity to match our mouths together tightly. Her fingers massaged my shoulders, cuing me to knead her thighs and rear. This time, she shifted so that the ends of my fingers on my left hand parted her buttocks, sinking into her ass cleavage. She pulled back out of the kiss and sighed. I took advantage of that opening to bounce her unceremoniously onto the bed. "Brat," she laughed, hoping back off. She danced around the room, her sarong flying like a harem costume. As Kaylee opened the windows, the salt air tingled in my nostrils. I noticed that the bellman was lingering, watching Kaylee's supple body flow as she stretched and pranced while I guessed at the appropriate tip. He seemed still to linger after I tipped him, pointing out the complimentary fruit platter. He even used a wicked looking miniature machete to chop open a fresh melon, and insisted on feeding a sample to Kaylee. The sweet juice ran down her chin and I thought for a moment that he was about to lick he clean, but he was too busy staring at her cleavage. She raised an arm and wiped herself clean. Finally, he slinked out. "Did you see his huge stiffie?" Kaylee asked, leaping across the room into my arms, locking her knees around my waist. Her tongue forced itself quickly past my lips and toyed with my teeth as she rubbed her pelvis against my groin. Only my shorts and her bikini prevented my erect prick from piercing her labia. I could feel her wetness soaking through both of our clothes. "I bet you'd love to fuck him, you slut." I dumped her on the bed again. "I'd rather fuck you, hubby," she emphasized the last word sarcastically. "And what's wrong with being a slut anyhow?" "Not many men want to marry one." "I only need one man to marry. I still want to fuck as many as I feel like fucking. The right man will accept me like that." I wondered if we were role playing here, or whether there was a side to Kaylee I had never seen before. Was she a wild child after all? "But it's our honeymoon," she continued, "So I should be fucking you. . ." As she paused, I still wondered just how far she would take this. ". . . but maybe not just you," she finished, laughing and laying back on the bed, pushing up on her elbows, squeezing her cleavage together as if displaying a feast for my eyes. "Oh, don't be so serious," she said, seeing the confusion in my face. She slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed the waistband of my shorts, forcing me to step closer. As she unfastened me, I stammered "You'd really fuck your sister's husband?" Kaylee laughed from deep in her throat, her fingers now fishing my hard cock free. "Well, it seems his cock wants to fuck me, and anyway, right now, I am your wife, remember?" A blast of cold conditioned air greeted my slit as my cockhead popped loose. "In fact, I want you to make sure that you only call me Kellie, even when we are alone, okay?" I noticed that my cock was already glistening with precum. I tried to respond to her, but only garbled sounds came out, as if I was gargling sand or something. She laughed again, pumping my shaft in her fist. "Yummmmm...." Kaylee/Kellie hummed as she leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. She then flicked her tongue all around the end, licking the fluid into my mouth. Next she bathed the entire helmet with her tongue, beginning by bouncing the underside with a flat tongue, and then slowly drawing the whole mushroom into her cheek as she slurped on me like I was giving her a lollipop. I was able to flex my knees a bit, so reached down and slid the bra straps off her shoulders. The cups of the bikini top fell away from her chest, exposing the slopes of her mounds and affording me a close view of her excited red nipples. As if reading my mind, Kaylee/Kellie reached her free hand up and pushed the top fully down, giving her left nub a quick tug. She then reached between my legs and rolled my balls in her palm. She carefully maintained eye contact. She pulled back, the bottom of my cockhead balanced on her lower lip. "You like?" she asked. I understood what she meant. If we hadn't already passed it, this was the point of no return. We were no longer playing. "I like very much, Kaylee......ouch!" She had just nibbled my tenderest flesh with her teeth. "My name is Kellie!" "Yes, Kell, I like it a lot. Could you...kiss it better?" "Of course." She bathed the wounded spot with saliva, and then gave it an exaggerated sloppy smack with her lips. Then she ran her tongue down one side of my rod and up the other. Again she paused. " Am I a good cocksucking slut?" "I don't know yet, you haven't finished with my cock." "You love having a cocksucking slut for a wife, don't you?" "Especially if she'll share her sister with me." This made Kaylee pull her head back and she dropped my cock from her hand. If she wasn't kneeling, I think she would have stomped her feet. "Kellie isn't into sharing," she spat out, a huge gob of spittle landing right on the eye of my helmet. This deflected her anger as we both laughed. She reached up and tucked the string of saliva from her lip to my knob with her finger. When she bobbled my lance up, I noticed that I was so rigid, even with her tantrum that I barely moved. "Yes, Kellie," I replied, slipping back into play for real mode. I made a quick mental note not to allow the real Kellie to learn about how I spent my second honeymoon. Just as quickly, my attention returned to events below my waist, where Kaylee, as Kellie, was working her palm all around my shaft, increasing the pressure as she reached the root, and then squeezing right below the ridge, before her next stroke. My cock throbbed in her hand. I could feel her moist breath warming the tip, but she seemed to not want to either touch it or mouth it, at least not yet. She also had resumed kneading my balls with her other hand. "Your cock is so huge, I don't know if I can swallow it all, but I sure intend to try." Finally, she stopped stroking the shaft with her fingers circled around the base. She lifted the weight and lowered her head even further, which allowed her to get below my cock and lick my balls. Then this Kellie did what the real Kellie would never try, and drew one of my testes into her mouth. She rolled it on her tongue and stretched it away from my body, then released it with a pop. I managed a satisfied groan before she repeated the trick on the other side. Precum was now oozing steadily from my tip, and she quickly ran her tongue back up the underside of my shaft to catch the seepage before it dried, or spilled onto the carpet. This sent shivers up my spine as my balls tightened into my groin. Once Kaylee/Kellie had cleaned the tip, she wasted no time taking the whole head into her open mouth. She plunged her head towards me, taking my entire length into her mouth and the back of her throat in one talented gulp. Another thing her sister never managed, and had only tried once, on our wedding night. This second honeymoon was turning out a lot better than the first one had. When she pulled up for air, she locked eyes with me again. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I noticed that the fingers which had been playing with my balls now had them clamped as if in a vise. I would not come until she allowed it. Once again, she took my whole cock into her mouth, this time holding her lips tight around the root and sucking harder. I threw my head back and stared up at the ceiling, watching the patterns made by the rotating fan blades, wanting this to last forever. But also wanting it to end soon, with a huge burst. Kaylee knew that I was getting ready to explode, so she bobbed up and down with growing gusto. The baby finger of the hand holding my balls began rubbing the area between my scrotum and my anus. Again, Kaylee/Kellie paused to catch her breath. "Cock sucking has never made me so horny," she exhaled. "I think right after this, I want you to eat my snatch. Then we'll rest or go for a swim. After that, if you are revived, you can fuck me. If not, maybe I'll find a stunt cock and you can sample some cream pie. Would you like that?" My body was frozen, ready to launch all of my essence into her waiting mouth. It took total effort to manage a small nod of agreement. At that moment, I would agree to anything. Finally, I croaked out a few words. "That's something Kellie would never do." Kaylee squeezed my nuts so hard I thought I was going to launch through the roof. "You mean her slut sister, don't you?" "Yes," I groaned. "Are you ready to come for me, to come for Kellie?" "Yes, please allow me to, release me." This time, her laugh came from a place deep within. It sounded evil. "I'll decide when. I think I'll make you my bitch." Another evil laugh and she pumped my shaft in her fist before she again swallowed it deep into her throat. My seed was churning in my testicles, begging to be freed. I groaned and closed my eyes, giving myself totally over into her control. For the first time, she began dragging her teeth along my shaft as she bobbed up and down. My entire body was jerking in spasms as she fucked me with her face. Kaylee/Kellie was still rubbing the soft flesh behind my balls. Suddenly, without warning, her little finger snaked further back, dragging my aching balls along in her palm. I shudder from the discomfort. My hips however reacted by fucking forward, meeting her thrusting face, using it as if it was a cunt. She stabbed into my rectum. The moment she touched my prostate, she relaxed her grip, and my offering spewed forward, bursting up my shaft as if a dam had burst. She began swallowing and moaning all at once, her lips sealed around my root. She never stopped sucking until my load was entirely spent. Only then did she pull her head back, gently easing off of my still engorged member. As soon as the cool air replaced her warm mouth, I went limp. A strand of pearly white semen dangled from my false bride's lips. She daintily rose from her crouch and without a sound roughly grabbed my hair, dragging my mouth to hers. Her tongue roughly forced my teeth open as she fed me my own seed. We both swallowed as we held the kiss, my flaccid organ bouncing against her belly as she thrust her nipples into my chest, grinding her pelvis against me. She held me there until our mouths were as dry as cotton, every ounce of juice shoved down my gullet or sucked back down her throat. With a sigh, she opened her arms and spread eagled backwards onto the bed, her legs extended over the edge, feet dangling just above the floor. "Eat me," she commanded, pushing her bikini bottom aside, baring her shaved pubes to me for the first time. I fell to my knees and crawled to her,. But I did not attack her clit right away. I began by kissing her toes, each one individually. As I planted ten kisses, I massaged her calves. Then I ran my tongue up the inside of her legs, imitating the way she had bathed my shaft. First I traced a path up her left leg, stopping as soon as I tasted her nectar, which had seeped inside her thighs and still tasted dewy fresh. I skipped past her crotch and started down her right leg. She grabbed my hair roughly and tried to drag my face up to her cunt. "You bastard," she screamed, but I managed to shake her fingers loose and darted down her flesh, finishing with a flourish of rolling tongue around her right ankle. "Now, I want you now," Kaylee yelled like Kellie never had. I responded by caressing inside her thighs, just barely brushing her mound with the back of my hand, allowing my breath to open her labia as I slid up her body. Next, I tongued her navel, intentionally tickling, making her giggle. This relaxed her enough that she just sighed as my hands found her breasts. I gently massaged the globes, marvelling at the curvy fullness as I watched her nipples harden more, stretching upwards from her body. I blew air across them, but, like my cock earlier, the rigidity defied motion. I paused, one hand still cradling her left tit, and drew my other arm downward, caressing her flank. I slid the fingers of that hand across her hipbone. She cooed sweetly as my fingertips eased her petals fully open. Without warning, I suddenly changed pace, thrusting two straightened fingers deep inside of her. "Is that how you want the bellman's cock?" I taunted her. "Will your hips thrust up off the bed to fuck him like you are fucking my hand?" "Are you hard again?" she spat back, as if she could feel my tumescence. I answered by rutting up against her leg like a dog in heat. This drew my head up to her face and I silenced her with a rough and tumble teeth knocking kiss, drawing blood from her lip. When I broke for air, she was still snarly. "First you have to make me come with your face before you get to fuck me. We need this honeymoon to be fair and balanced." "I'll show you balanced," I snapped back, releasing her tit and spreading that hand underneath her bum, the fingers still deep in her snatch. I lifted, my middle finger on the lower hand sliding between her buttocks, recalling her anal stimulation of me. I allowed my breath once more to tease her clit, and drooled a bit of saliva on the bead as it popped up in reply. "Nice balance," I laughed, easing her down, but still not touching her pussy with my lips. A few beads of my seed still glistened in her cleavage and I drew myself up her body and began grazing on them, flicking my tongue lightly across her skin, the fresh growth of my beard raking her tender chest. "Is this what you wanted that bellman to do with the melon?" I asked. Without waiting for an answer, I ground my hardness against her thigh. "Maybe I should fuck you. If you close your eyes it will be just like fucking him. Except I bet that my cock is bigger." "Fuck me with your tongue first," she begged, whimpering in pent up anticipation. I teased her clit with a finger. That usually made Kellie come, but Kaylee just thrashed more wildly. I kissed her right nipple, tenderly at first, but then I sucked it deep into my mouth and closed my teeth around the base, lifting my head and dragging it up from the mass of her tit. This drew a quick bleat of pain, or shock, so I stopped, but still held it there as I tongued it as if was her clit. My finger made similar motions on her real love button. The finger underneath her worked gradually deeper until her rolling hips smoothly, almost coincidentally, forced her anus down over the tip. I was sure that I heard a contented sigh as I worked forcefully up her rectum, while moving on to nibble her left nipple. "Would you want him to eat fruit out of your cunt, or off of your tits?" I asked, pausing. Her pussy walls were clenched tight around my fingers, and juices were oozing out freely. Apparently Kaylee had a food fetish. Kellie had no such kinks, at least as far as I knew. But I had recently learned that I did not know my wife as well as I should. After all, which sister was truly the slut? "Both," Kaylee gasped, "But I think I might die if you don't lick my clit now." "You both might die if that bastard does lick your clit." It sounded just like Kaylee, but it wasn't. It was Kellie. "I got a late flight. There was a lot of confusion, because I couldn't find my passport, but then I noticed Kaylee had left hers in our room, so I borrowed it. I see that she borrowed more than just my passport." I slumped to the floor between Kaylee's knees. My cock had shrivelled into a fraction of its usual size. My hands slipped away from Kaylee's body. "Mmm, those look tasty," Kellie sneered, stepping into view. Her severe business suit contrasted with Kaylee's travel garb. "But don't you dare lick another thing. Go take a shower, I'll deal with you later, first I want words with my slut of a sister."