4 comments/ 169485 views/ 31 favorites Sea Sickness Ch. 01 By: Athena_e19 *** The author retains all rights to the creative material contained within the following work.*** * There were benefits to being rich. Allyson McDaniels was very rich. And she had, for the last several years, been living vicariously through others. Recently she had decided that she was going to extend this over arching manipulation a little further. She set up a small website, linked it very quietly to some major discussion boards and topics of things that she wanted. The few people who responded to the initial bait were cautious and couldn't believe what she was offering. She kept in regular contact with them over the course of several weeks until she finally decided on the person that would serve as her first test subject. The young man who was selected was named Ryan Harper. He had responded to Allyson's posting on the General Board of an erotic fiction website and had been hooked ever since. Ryan and his family were typical white middle class people- conservative, educated, semi-religious. His mother had raised him and his sister for six years after receiving full custody of them. His father had not been around since the divorce and almost everyone agreed the family was better off for it. Ryan had a secret fantasy that he had been harboring since he first hit puberty. Now that he was eighteen, he was finding it difficult to contain and keep private. According to his private messages to Allyson following their initial discussion in the boards, he had been regularly spying and photographing his sister and mother. Later, when afforded a chance, he would masturbate into their used underwear while reviewing his haul. His older sister and mother looked very much like each other and he looked like their father. They were dark-haired and dark eyed brunettes with long legs and distinctly feminine curves. Some of his favorite pictures came from them working out in the basement bonus room, their fit bodies drenched in sweat and the tight shorts and halter tops clinging to their skin. He had been caught masturbating by his sister and their relationship had suffered. Luckily for him, she had not seen the lacy thong he was stroking himself into when she entered the study. Ryan was excited by the opportunity that Allyson promised him. She had asked him to detail his fantasies, send photographs, provide personal information, and dates when the family unit would be available for her plan. He had remained skeptical until the letter had arrived in the mail. His mother had left it on his bed- it was post marked from a company in Miami called Lap of Luxury Vacations. He opened it in his room and read over the brochure, airline tickets, and other items before deciding to begin the adventure. Sandra was caught off guard by the sudden exclamation and pounding coming from upstairs in Ryan's room. Slightly concerned, she hastily walked up the stairs and stepped into the doorway. Her young, eighteen year old sun ran towards her, his strong arms lifting her in the air and spinning around while he laughed excitedly. Sandra couldn't help but be pulled into his infectious excitement. It took her a few minutes to get him to drop her and explain what was going on. According to him, he had entered a contest in the mall several weeks ago and they had just notified him of his win! She was skeptical of these promised wins, but as she read over the brochure, examined the airline tickets, and the only contact being required was that they confirm their intention to attend. Then she too decided to go jumping around the room. Her family was close knit, but they had lacked time together ever since the divorce. This vacation was a blessing! The opportunity to spend a month together aboard a fully equipped yacht with a chef and personal assistant blew her away. Immediately, she called Alexis, her daughter and Ryan's older sister on the cell. Once Alexis heard the news, Sandra had to take a few more minutes to calm her down. Immediately her daughter promised that she would leave cheer practice and head home. Alexis was a freshman at a nearby university and had gone to school on a scholarship for her dance and cheerleading. Ryan and Sandra went online together, while waiting for her to arrive, looking up the company web page. She sat in his lap as page after page of beautiful pictures of a sleek yacht and its exotic destinations slipped by the screen. Unbeknownst to her, Ryan's mind was already racing months ahead to summer, when Allyson had promised him results. Seeing the excellent front she had put together, he began to believe she just might be able to produce them for him. Ryan was momentarily grateful that his mother was just lightly resting on one knee and not farther back. His erection was more than obvious in his warm ups. That night the family celebrated their good fortune, and for the first time in months, Alexis was friendly and relating well with her younger brother. It was a fine start for Ryan and Allyson's plans. The next weeks and months would fly by quickly for the small family. Sandra's excitement carried over to her work and she was promoted. For the first time in a while she was genuinely looking forward to each day, rather than dreading the start of another morning. Alexis worked out like a fiend, hoping that all the cute foreign boys she met would make this a trip to remember. Ryan was doing the same, but of the three he was the least excited. He was horny and fantasizing all the time, and both his sister and mother wanted to spend more and more family time as the trip grew nearer. He didn't mind constantly being around the two beautiful women, but he never got a break. His dick was running high octane fuel and he was having difficulty meeting its expectations. But finally the day would come, and the three Harpers packed, left their home, boarded their plane, and flew to sunny southern Florida, where the yacht would meet them. At the airport, Ryan and his family had their first chance to meet the captain of their little cruise and the help. Ryan knew already that the boat would be operated by Allyson and a woman she had described as her friend. But even Ryan's fantasy filled mind was little prepared for the two gorgeous beauties who met them. Allyson was tall, almost six feet one inch, with a thin model's frame. She wore a thin linen shirt that allowed Ryan to catch sight of a white bra beneath. Her breasts sat high on her chest, the deeply etched v of her substantial cleavage enhanced by the contrast of her tan skin to the color of the material. A long pair of khaki linen pants complemented the shirt and were perfectly tailored to the long legs that seemed to go on for eternity. Ryan had to shift his member in his trunks before he even managed to examine the woman who would be the family's personal assistant. She was a brunette woman, probably in her early twenties, with much smaller curves. But in her waiflike appearance there was a distinctive and elegant beauty. She wore a matching outfit to Allyson's, except she wore no bra. The small dark tips of her nipples clearly formed beneath the thin linen. Sandra smiled softly to herself as she saw Ryan's stiff and awkward reaction to the two beautiful women who were apparently going to be hosting them for the next several weeks. Her son had dated briefly in his senior year of school, but just days before the trip was set to begin, the girl had broken it off with him saying that he was too distracted. Sandra had not heard that line before, but she was happy to see him responding like any young male to the unique beauties waiting for them. Sandra introduced herself first, and then her two children, hoping Ryan's lapse of focus would not be overly obvious. But guessing by the grin on Allyson's face, Sandra was sure that the woman understood what had happened perfectly. Once the introductions were completed the five-some headed for a waiting limo and drove to the marina they would be leaving from. The group made small talk, getting to be comfortable with one another along the way. Allyson was thrilled with the family. They would be perfect for her game. Already she was eager to get alone with the Simone, the lithe creature who would be traveling with them. Her mind was running wild with possibilities and all the little risks she would be taking. And when her mind ran wild, so did all sorts of things and she was particularly looking forward to what Simone could do to calm her down. Once they arrived, Allyson gave the family a tour of the boat, opting to stroll behind the group, admiring Ryan's older sister's near perfect form and that of his mother. Here the first step in her grandiose plan kicked into gear. The boat they would be taking had a large master stateroom and a smaller cabin that she and her partner would be sharing. The trick was that the stateroom had one bed, a small chaise lounge, and the bathroom was open to the rest of the suite. Although the shower enclosure was made of heavily fogged glass, there was a lack of privacy which was intentional. Sandra frowned slightly at the suite. If it had been the two women traveling the accommodations would have been considered luxurious but with Ryan along there was little privacy for the family to have. The toilet was at least hidden from view, but undressing for the shower and getting changed would be a difficult task for them to accomplish. Not wanting to allow the near perfection of the trip be ruined by this one lacking area, she said nothing. Alexis experienced similar thoughts, but also said nothing. Ryan, however, was thrilled. Allyson had filled him in well before hand and explained the purpose behind the arrangement. Ryan was pretty sure that he would not be able to relax until all of Allyson's promises and his fantasies were fulfilled. He was a little caught off guard when Allyson asked him to come up to the boat's state of the art control room. She politely explained that the Lap of Luxury was going to use the vacation for some promotions down the line and that they wanted to photograph Ryan and interview him before they left shore. Sandra and Alexis were busy unpacking and were happy to have an opportunity to change without their male relative around. Ryan followed the swaggering ass of the beautiful woman who had promised him fulfillment of his most obscene and explicit fantasies. His dick bounced happily in his trunks with the enthusiasm of a puppy's wagging tail. Allyson ushered him to a swivel chair, set back off of the actual steering apparatus and primary controls. "How are you doing, Ryan?" "Perfect. I can't believe this is for real. I mean, when I got the letter and the tickets and everything I thought I did. But now that I am here, it just seems like it can't be real," the young man gushed. Allyson momentarily leaned away from him to press and intercom button that sent a message to the rest of the ship; "Simone to the control deck, Simone to the control deck." "It is all real Ryan. This boat has been customized all throughout for your fantasy. It has every amenity possible and is built to bring your mother and sister to fulfill your desire. All I want is to watch. If you choose to allow me to participate, then perhaps I shall. We can discuss that later. But first, let's celebrate," Allyson said as she offered him a flute of champagne. As they were raising the glasses to their lips, Simone entered the control room. She went to Allyson's side and stood expectantly beside her captain. Allyson sipped slyly for a moment before she told the smaller woman to seal she and Ryan's agreement. A small nod of the head came from Simone and she acted knowingly. Ryan was caught off guard as Simone turned towards him and unbuttoned her top. Once again his prick bounced to life in his shorts. Wide eyed and slack jawed he stared as she fished the tails of the shirt from her pants. That completed she stopped, frozen before him. Ryan looked to Allyson for answer but all he got was a nod. Hesitantly, Ryan reached out towards the opening that split the top of her shirt. His hands shook as they pressed into the hot flesh of her bared neck and collar bone. It jerkily fluttered across the exposed skin before shifting down to the next button in the row. Simone's piercing green eyes watched him as his hands clumsily popped one button after another free, until the top stayed in place merely because of Ryan's inexperience. He looked up at her, fearful that this game would end soon, but finding only a coy smile and the beautiful eyes staring back at him. He returned to his mission. Ryan peeled the shirt back from her shoulders, swallowing as he watched it flutter to the floor. Before him the young beautiful woman stood topless. Ryan studied her small breasts, the light shading on their underside, the proud brown tips of her erect nipples, the soft rise and fall as she breathed. He glanced back to Allyson and was ecstatic to find her with one hand buried beneath her khaki pants. She had the same small grin on her lips as she watched the inexperienced young man toy with her pet. Ryan studied the slow shifts in shape in the crotch of the khakis, having only seen actions like that in the porn movies he downloaded at home. But Simone was a more immediate offering and he quickly returned to the study of her pert young breasts. He almost forgot that she would not stop him, whatever he did, so entranced by her torso was he. Then it came to him like a flash and he was on her even faster. Ryan lurched to his feet, causing Simone to drop back a step but his hands quickly closed the distance. They roamed over her breasts, squeezing, petting, pinching, rubbing, lifting, and toying. Simone's grin grew bigger as he backed her into the wall, his eyes never leaving her breasts. It took him a few moments to come back from this most recent of explorations, but when he did, he quickly tore into her pants. They were held up by a woven band and nothing else. One quick tug of the wrist and the band came free and the pants slid down her hips to her ankles. Simone helpfully stepped out of them and kicked them away as Ryan studied the newly revealed territory. He looked happily over at Allyson. By now, her pants were pushed down away from her crotch and waist and sat just above her bent knees. Her hand was now vigorously stroking in and out of her shaved cunt. Ryan studied this with a childish curiosity before Simone brought him back to her. She had pulled loose the laces on his swimming trunk and pulled the elastic band and netting down over his dick until they sat just over his balls. She grinned cheerfully up at him as his hungry eyes roamed over the small hand clutching the base of his dick. With a low groan he pressed forward, his mouth covering hers and pressing her head into the wall. He pressed his cock into her stomach, the smooth sensation of its taut smooth surface against his head made him groan even more. Simone's hand began to lightly stroke from the position it was trapped between them. Simone nipped and licked and tongued in response to Ryan's rough and unpracticed kisses. It did not take him long to begin to explore other aspects of her feminine anatomy. His right hand dipped between her thighs and squirmed to find purchase beneath her panties. Once inside it eagerly pressed a single finger into her moist hole, while his other hand clasped the soft flesh of her ass in its palm. Simone squirmed up the wall against him, until she was suspended by the pressure of his weight against her body. Her hand, still clutching his dick, pulled downward, guiding it to the area his finger currently occupied. Their foreheads met as they both stared down their bodies as the tip of his dick experienced its first meeting with pussy. The vision did not last long as the lust of a virgin teenage boy took over. Ryan rammed the length of his cock into the tight passageway of the light woman he cradled in his arms. He hammered its thickness into the indescribable joy of a wet cunt. His movements were impulsive and unplanned. All he wanted was to be buried inside the tightness of her depths and no more. Simone squirmed on his dick as it pounded into her. She knew that the boy would not last long and she hoped to have the opportunity to orgasm before he blew his load. She managed to get her hips rotating in such a way that her G-spot was continually hit by the tip of his penis. When she did orgasm her head slammed painfully back into the wall and all of her bodies muscles went into lockdown. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her thighs crushed Ryan's crotch into her own. For a few moments her whole body trembled. Ryan's head filled with starbursts of confusion, darkness, and excitement. He felt like he was passing out and getting an adrenaline rush all at the same time. The firm clutches of Simone's cunt stroking on his cock drove him into his first orgasm inside a woman. Spurt after spurt of his hot semen flooded her twat, the heat of it building up deep inside her. Simone began to kiss him repeatedly all over his face as the juice settled over the tip of his dick. Exhausted, Ryan dropped his cradle on Simone, and his dick popped with a slurp from her body. Strings of his fluid and hers flipped onto the floor and dripped down her legs. Ryan stood there, almost paralyzed from the after effects of his orgasm. His paralysis lasted only briefly as the small woman dropped to her knees in front of him and licked his cock clean of the sticky white fluid covering it. Her eyes stared up at him as he stared back down at her while her small tongue lapped up and down his length. Small droplets of fluid were coaxed from the tip of his cock, but she hungrily gulped them down. Ryan's hands lazily ran through her hair and for a moment he wondered if he were in love. That was broken by the cold applause from Allyson's semi-nude form. Her pants were still around her knees and glistening puddle had formed on the leather cushion beneath her. She had the same sly grin on her face as before, but she looked much more relaxed. At the sound of her applause, Simone slipped from in front of Ryan and slid to the floor beside her. Ryan turned, his shorts still at his ankles and his cock limply dangling before him. He muttered a small, "Thank you," before he gathered his shorts and left the two women to return to his shared cabin. The experience instilled within him a new sense of confidence that his mother and sister were his for the taking. By the time he made it back to the cabin there was no sign of his sister or mother and he returned to the top deck in search of them. Simone, Allyson, Alexis, and Sandra all sat around a small table secured to the rear deck of the yacht, chatting casually. His mother and sister were both wearing small bikinis that stretched as they sought to restrain the curves of their breasts. Ryan paused momentarily in the shadow of the doorway, his heart skipping happily within him, before he stepped into the sunshine. Out in the open, he fought to keep his eyes focused on faces and not the full chests he had dreamed of seeing like this. Allyson still wore that same self gratified smirk as before. She knew what this was doing to the boy and she knew that his mother and sister were innocent enough to be ignorant of the damage it did to him. Ryan pulled up the only available chair, between Alexis and Simone and plunged into the conversation. He had only been there for a few minutes before he felt Simone's hands slip into his shorts. Once again his cock began to throb to life, stiffening and lengthening as the tips of her fingers danced over its surface. His dick lurched unevenly beneath the restraint of the netting as her fingers slid around his length and began a slow short stroke. Ryan was fully erect when Allyson announced it was time to go, and the hand quickly vacated its hold. His heart rate came crashing back down as Simone and Allyson disappeared into the shadow of the cabin, headed for the control room. The month long get away had truly begun! Sea Sickness Ch. 02 The first day passed uneventfully for everyone but Ryan. He had no more contact with Simone although he tried cornering her alone at every opportunity. But the little wraith would slide by him, disappearing into some new task. His sister and mother helped none. They never left their bathing suits. Poor Ryan was under a constant barrage of breasts and creeping bikini bottoms. All the skin everywhere was leaving him in quite a distraught state. That first night his mother had made him sleep on the lounge and wait outside while she and his sister had changed. No new shifts in attitude. In the stories he read, the women were always all over the guy after the first night. Why wasn't this the case now? Allyson meanwhile was already having the time of her life. Simone was almost constantly at her side, except when she was running errands for the Harpers. Simone was like a porcelain doll for Allyson. She was a fragile precious toy to play with whenever she was needed. Simone was a talented gymnast prior to meeting her sexual mentor and master. Now she put her considerable talents and lithe little body wholeheartedly into Allyson's service. The first night on the boat the two women had watched the film produced by dozen's of tiny cameras located throughout the boat. Simone had spent most of the time kneeling between Allyson's thighs, practicing and refining her oral talents. Ryan had not been allowed to know about the film. It would come into Allyson's schemes down the line. There were several theories that had roamed through Allyson's mind prior to embarking on the trip. The first process had tried to determine who it was that would be most responsive to Ryan's advances. Her line of thought said that the second would go easier if the first was already a willing participant. She and Simone had been unable to decide which woman to focus their efforts on, so they had flipped a coin. Alexis had one out and the women had decided she would undergo the first of the scheduled trials. Several days into the trip the party made their first stop on an island that was deserted except for the occasional native fisherman. The yacht was anchored well off shore and the party of five headed inland. It was a beautiful tropical paradise and everyone was enjoying the trip, especially Ryan. He had finally gotten a moment the night before to masturbate and was feeling less tense then the first few days. That release would only go so far, and already following the swaggering bikini covered backsides up the hill was quickly rebuilding his erection. He was intently studying the camel toe his mother had developed as her bottoms rode higher and higher up. He could make out the fact that there was no hair peaking from the side of the thin material and that her pussy lips well formed. He was startled out of his reverie when Simone's hand shot forward and pulled him back from the trail they had been winding up the hillside on. A loud, "Stop," echoed through the jungle from the small woman's frame. Alexis kept meandering upwards, looking back over her shoulder questioningly. Simone yelled again and Alexis finally stopped. Ryan and his mother were left standing at the edge of a low bushy meadow that the path all but disappeared into. Alexis was already several feet deep in the bushes when Simone told her to walk back out, carefully avoiding contact with the plants. The command was a joke, considering that they were everywhere and she was wearing open toed flip flops. By the time she was clear of the plants, her legs were already beginning to develop a rash. Alexis looked puzzled down at her bare calves as they turned a bright red and small bumps quickly covered the exposed area. Ryan quickly jumped to obey, a concerned look on his face, as Simone instructed him to help his sister down the hillside. Alexis' eyes were watering as the burning itch spread over all the reddened skin. Sandra quickly caught up with the five members of the party already heading back down the hillside. "What's the matter? What's wrong with her? What were those plants?" The questions rolled off of Ryan's mother's tongue in a truly concerned manner. Allyson explained that the plants were a tropical cousin of the poison ivy, but that the rash would spread into the bloodstream and could result in permanent scarring or paralysis if not treated. For everyone's benefit, she was sure to mention that the yacht carried the proper ointment and the necessary injections to treat it. It was unfortunate, but because the danger was recognized they would be able to cure her with a regular regimen medicine and injections. Even Ryan was unaware that this was really only another step in Allyson's little machination. The plants were a tropical cousin to poison ivy. But they would only itch and leave a red rash for a day or two. The injections and ointment Allyson was planning on administering were the real reason for the lie and would have the greatest affect on Alexis. None of that was obvious now and the family hurried towards the boat, hoping to spare Alexis unnecessary pain and injury. Simone took Alexis back to the family's quarters and administered the first injection and application of the ointment there. Alexis felt a little uncomfortable at first as Simone had carefully smeared the cold gel-like substance over her legs. She did not argue as the woman's hands rode higher and higher on her legs until they were cresting her knees and smearing the white stuff over her inner thighs. If not for the utmost professionalism exhibited by Simone, Alexis would have been sure that she was being felt up. By the time the ointment rub was done, Alexis was feeling fairly comfortable around the young woman crouched at her waist. There would be a momentary panic when Simone asked her stand and bend over the bed, with a long needle full of a clear liquid in hand. The throbbing rash managed to reassure her that this was a strictly medical procedure and she did as instructed. Simone, however, was operating under a completely different course of thought. She knew most of the details of her mistress' plan for the family and was excited to share in them. She had long been a submissive and bisexual. But her family and life had suppressed that. Allyson had offered her a way out and she had happily taken it. Now she was enjoying it more than ever. Simone had been careful to allow her arousal not to show as she ran her hands over the smooth long legs of Ryan's sister. She enjoyed the sensation of being the one manipulating, instead of being manipulated. She was careful to touch every available inch of exposed skin without unnerving the young woman who was seated before her. The injections were to be her favorite part of the near future and she was glad when Alexis obligingly obeyed. Once she was bent over the bed, her perfectly toned ass stretching the bikini bottoms across her crotch, Simone slipped one hand beneath the upper rear of the bikini and pulled them down to just between her thighs. She almost lost sight of her purpose as she studied the delightfully innocent morsel unveiled before her. Alexis had waxed her vaginal region, obviously, before the trip and the naked pussy was making Simone quite hungry. But she knew that too long of a delay risked everything so she carefully pressed the needle into the soft tissue of Alexis' buttock. She used one hand to steady the tip, and cop a feel, while the other depressed the plunger, sending the mystery medicine into her bloodstream. Her task completed, Simone pulled the bikini back up and over the young woman's backside and quietly left the room. She rejoined the people who were anxiously waiting on the deck and explained that everything was done, but the process would need to be repeated daily for the next two weeks. Sandra and Ryan quickly moved to join the other member of the party as she laid face down on the bed in their cabin. Sandra was first and she quickly knelt beside her crying daughter's head, focused on comforting and reassuring her oldest child. Ryan on the other hand, allowed a brief moment to appreciate his sister's athletic body and the rounded crest of her ass. He wished that Allyson's promise was already fulfilled- that he would be behind her right now, burying his dick into her tight virgin pussy, his mother cheering him on. He managed to break away from the fantasy in time to avoid a reproachful and questioning gaze from his mother. He too, moved to Alexis' side and with one hand midway down her back, he offered what consolation he could. He would remain seated for the next twenty minutes, until he was sure that his easily tripped erection was comfortably wilted within his shorts. Meanwhile, Simone had hurriedly gone to the bridge of the yacht, her pussy tingling with the hope that she could beg some release from her mistress. Allyson was waiting for her, her eyes focused on the quaint scene coming from the Jones' cabin. "You really must be careful, Simone. I won't have you wrecking my carefully laid plans. This little venture is far too exciting and expensive to have my toy waste. Come here." Simone nervously approached her mistress, sensing that there was a genuine frustration and anger emanating from the normally calm woman. She quickly and quietly approached, forgetting the warmth growing in her stomach. Allyson harshly reached inside her shorts, her pointer finger clawing its way to her twat, and pressed it into her depths. Simone squirmed, her shorts pulled tightly against her lower back as they made room for the intrusive hand. Allyson pulled the finger back out and presented it directly before Simone's face. Simone examined the finger, her arousal obvious, from the sheen of the moisture covering the tip and nail of her mistress' pointer. "Bitch. This is my game, not yours. You are not to enjoy yourself unless I first tell you too. This goes for now and for ever. As long as you are mine, all of your desires will be first ran by me. Now you must be punished. Remove your shorts and bend over the steersman's chair." Simone was a little surprised by the outburst. In her short time with Allyson, she had never seen anything close to anger and their only system of instruction had been through reward. Punishment did not sound appetizing, but she did as she was told. With her bottom bared to the cold circulating air of the bridge, Simone leaned over the leather arms of the chair, her breasts hanging into the space occupied by no one. Her hands braced on the farm arm, ready for anything that Allyson could bring to bear. Her first contact with Allyson, would however be a pleasant one. While she waited, she listened to the sounds of her mistress disrobing and removing something from a set of filing cabinets built into the bulkhead. Moments later she would feel the cold plastic head of a large strap on dildo shove into her cunt. She squealed in pleased surprise and was rewarded with an open handed slap that stung her thigh. Allyson harshly shoved the large textured length of the rubber toy farther into her pet. The other end of the dick curved up and into her own twat, and each harsh shove resulted in a thrust into her pussy. It took Allyson a moment to grow accustomed to the artificial appendage, but once she did, she went to work without any regard to the small subdued figure of Simone. Her strong well formed ass cheeks and thighs clenched and relaxed as Allyson hammered the full length of the ten inch toy. Simone's whole body rocked across the chair with each forceful thrust. Her pussy was not accustomed to the length or width of the rod ramming into her, and the first dozen thrusts merely served to stretch her cunt wide. Allyson gripped onto the closest arm and used her upper body to drive forward the cock into the bent form. Allyson was extremely wet herself, having become aroused while watching her young protégé enjoy the encounter with Alexis. But she had wanted the opportunity to punish her for something and this was it. The deep grooves over the surface of the cock pulled at the sensitive inner layers of skin of Simone's pussy and she let out a long deep groan as Allyson pulled back. By now, her juices had well lubricated the surface of the cock and despite its size, Simone was truly enjoying herself. Allyson let loose another strong strike onto Simone's ass cheeks, leaving a deep red welt. Simone squealed in surprise again and lurched forward, but the chair and the cock had her pinned. Allyson grabbed onto the smaller woman's shoulders and began to fuck her with all the desire and need of a man. The opposite end of the artificial penis was stroking in and out of her own pussy as she sought to withdraw portions of the length from Simone's pink folds. Allyson loved the perversion of watching the little jiggle of Simone's ass as she rammed home the cock. Her own pussy was leaking heavily and she could feel the fluids already spilling down her thighs. The two women found a rhythm together, and all memories of intended punishment were forgotten. Allyson's strokes became less forceful, albeit quicker, and allowed Simone to grind her backside onto the cock. The sensation of the cock filling her twat had Simone yearning for more. She could feel her skin pulling and then giving way as the cock tried to withdraw from the tight enclosure. Then just as the pussy's passageway was about to surrender the delectable length from its grip, it would come sliding back in. Simone had never felt such pleasure from a toy and she eagerly backed onto the dick, aiming its tip's slide over her hidden pleasure point. Soon the stroke there was regularly hitting the mark and Simone was working to control her breathing and the coming orgasm which threatened to level her. The thought of self control would abandon her when she heard Allyson let loose a deep low groan as she came for the first time. Just as the first waves of her orgasm would rock over her, she began a fast sharp pounding that increased her already maximized stimulation. It was this rhythm that would send Simone into her "punishing" orgasm. For several minutes the regular progress of the fucking motion would continue as they sought to prolong the sexual release they were experiencing. But once they had enough, they would slide backwards to the floor, Simone straddling the large dick, and Allyson reclining on the wood floor. Simone would toy with her breasts through her top as she gently rode the dick buried within her, until she was sure that they both had their fill. Then she would lift her off its still hard form and would collapse to the floor beside her master. With her head resting on Allyson's chest, listening to the beating pace of her heart, she would thank her for the punishment and promise to never misbehave again. Allyson laid there, one hand lazily stroking the lifeless dick as if it were her own. When she was bored of the activity she would rise, commanding Simone to redress and would seek out the family. It was time to ensure that Ryan and Alexis had some time alone. Simone knew the next step and went down to the engine room to give Allyson the necessary time to get the mother off the boat. Allyson found the family in the room where the cameras had told her they would be. She knocked gently at their door and waited until Sandra came to the door. "I was going to see if anyone wanted to go back to shore. There is a truly beautiful waterfall that I had intended to show you before the accident and this will be our last opportunity to visit it." She watched as Sandra's face brightened then collapsed as she remembered her daughter's dangerous infection. "I'm sorry Allyson, but we really can't leave Alexis alone right now. It's just not fair to her," the obviously disappointed mother replied. Ryan and Alexis both caught the tone of voice in their mother's voice and replied as one; "No, Mom! Don't worry. Ryan (I) can stay. It will be fine, really!" Sandra tried to put on a good show of not wanting to leave the boat, but with both of her children's support she decided that she and Allyson should make the journey together. Dusk was beginning to settle and according to the captain of their little excursion, sunset would be falling jut as they made it to the waterfall. The two women hurriedly gathered the necessary supplies and made their way to shore, leaving Ryan and Alexis alone in the cabin together. The two siblings made small talk for the next twenty minutes as they lay side by side on the bed. They talked about college, about the future, about how awesome the trip was. They had just started talking about how Alexis' legs were feeling when Simone slipped into the room for her scheduled interruption. She had smeared some grease on her hands and forearms and added a decorative smudge to her cheek for effect while she had waited. "I am doing some maintenance down in the engine room, and forgot about your injection and ointment, Alexis. You'll want to shower and then have another shot in the next half hour or so. Is your Mom around, I was going to ask her to do it?" Simone knew full well that the senior of the Jones women was already gone to shore and that, conveniently, Ryan would be the only individual on hand to help his sister. Alexis looked down trodden and pleaded with Simone to do it, but apparently the maintenance was only half finished and was a priority, as was the ointment and treatment. Simone gave Ryan a quick explanation then disappeared without a further word. Reluctantly, Alexis admitted to herself that Ryan was her only option. He was her brother after all, and he didn't really have to pull her bottoms down farther than Simone had. Still frustrated, she pushed herself off the bed to take the prerequisite shower. She screamed daintily as her legs folded beneath her and she collapsed to the floor. There was a deep numbing tickle from her muscle tissue and she found herself barely able to support her own weight. Tears came to her eyes as she feared that paralysis was setting in. Her brother quickly jumped to her rescue and scooped her up, his strong forearms crooked beneath her arm pits. Ryan promised her that he would help her shower quickly and then would apply the ointment and injection. He reminded her quite frequently that she would be okay. Ryan was a bit startled when the object of half of his familial fantasy collapsed to the floor of the cabin. Seeing the pained look on her face he quickly jumped to the rescue, a natural masculine instinct taking over. He was reminded of his desires as he held her body closely to his own and he talked about bathing and then rubbing her down with some ointment. He knew he had better get to her to the shower quickly if he planned on hiding the rapid rising of the free spirited appendage in his swimming trunks. Together they moved to the small shower enclosure and Ryan cradled her with one arm as he pulled the door open and stepped in. It took him a moment to get the shower nozzle adjusted to the proper warmth and direction of spray. Once the water was properly set, Ryan lowered Alexis to the floor and knelt close to her side. He could feel his blood pressure rise as the hot steamy water covered her body in a glistening coat and caused strands of her hair to stray into her face. She was truly a fantastic beauty and she was his own forbidden love. He softly brushed the hair out of her face before remembering his responsibilities. His strong hands went to work, rubbing heavily over her lower and upper legs, replacing a sponge or loofa with their long strokes. Alexis felt safe with her brother and was feeling a genuine affection for him as she watched him eagerly cleanse her legs of the remnants of the earlier ointment and the poison ivy. There were still some tears in her eyes but they were no longer representative of a fear of a ruined vacation, but of appreciation for her brother. She had not felt so fondly for him since they had been much younger. Ryan staid crouching, knowing that standing would reveal a full fledge tent in his shorts and he could feel his sister's good feelings for him and he did not want to risk any forward progress. Sea Sickness Ch. 02 But with his head down, his eyes continued to wander through the steam over the worthy object of his affection. The crease between her breasts channeled the water into a small stream and it slid easily down beneath the strap of her bikini top and over her toned abs. Her bottoms were soaked and the clinging nature of the material once again gave him all the indications of her perfect pussy. Ryan was starting to overdo the eager rubbing of her legs when he caught himself. He knew that he had to be patient and he wondered if this was all part of Allyson's master plan. It had to be, his mind screamed. So he caught the water off earlier than he would have otherwise and lifted his sister into a fireman's carry, his elbow crooked where his dick wanted so badly to be. The soaked siblings stood outside the shower as Alexis half-heartedly attempted to towel them as Ryan cradled her. Once they were as complete as they would be the towel was dropped and Ryan lowered her onto the bed. Alexis was still feeling her gratitude and luck for having such a brother as he squirted a good dollop of the ointment onto his hands and began softly rubbing it into her skin. He did as Simone had instructed him, rubbing it well up her legs and thighs. His breathing was more shallow than it had been and he dared to go higher than perhaps he should have, but Alexis never stirred. She laid face down on the bed, relaxing at the artificial massage she was receiving. Ryan would continue what was in reality heavy petting of his sister's calves and thighs until he decided that she would be getting suspicious. He gently tapped her on the shoulder and told her it was time for the shot. Alexis gave him a barely perceptible nod of the head and then buried her face in the pillow. She was embarrassed for this, but the momentary paralysis of her legs earlier frightened her and she was more than willing to allow her brother to see her backside if it meant a faster recovery. Ryan hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her bikini and gently tugged it down. It did not get very far, before Alexis had to lift her abdomen off the bed to allow him to inch it further down. Ryan was having trouble breathing as he watched the pale crest of her ass come into view. It was gorgeous, it was so close, and so soft to the touch of the back of his fingers. All too soon he found the small red dot just after the peaking of her cheek and he realized for now the journey was at end. Ryan's hand shook as he raised the needle and gently pressed it into the small target. He watched as the soft flesh of her backside dimpled under the pressure, and then it slid easily in, one inch disappearing into her body. Ryan slowly depressed the plunger, trying to burn the image of her ass into his memory. Once it was fully discharged he pulled the needle free and sat it on the bed next to her. Again his hands slipped beneath the waistband pulled it back to its proper position. With his small role finished, Alexis rolled onto her side. Her eyes were still glassy from the hidden tears she had shed while she was buried in the pillow. "Thank you, Ryan. Thank you," was all she said. Ryan slid up the bed and cradled her in his arms, savoring every minutiae of her touch. Soon, he knew, his mother and Allyson would return and his first chance would have been lost. Simone had been masturbating herself into a frenzy while she watched the small cameras relay the intense sexual frustration Ryan had to endure. She was surprised that she had not believed Allyson's promise of the fulfillment of the fantasy. But now, with her hand buried in the crotch of her shorts, she could see that Allyson may be on to something. Out on the island, Allyson and Sandra had neared the top of the large central hill. Sandra was amazed by the luscious foliage and intense greenery everywhere that her eye could see. There was no shortage of color and she knew she would never forget the hike. She was ecstatic and grateful that Allyson had taken her back. A few more meters and the sounds of rushing water greeted her ears. Just ahead of them a small brook drained over the lip of a steep cliff and plunged to the floor of the jungle below. The journey here was more difficult then the hike, with the slope steeply angling up, and little firm footing to hold onto. Sandra admired the youthful grace of her guide as she scrambled over the rocks. She appreciatively took Allyson's hand when offered, slightly embarrassed that she was not as swift or brave as the other woman. Once atop the crest, they stood there quietly staring into the perfect void of the ocean. In the distance, the yacht was a white blob on the water. "Thank you, Allyson, thank you so very much," Sandra whispered. She could feel herself tearing up, and she knew that she would cry. "This means so much to my family. It is so different for us to have something good happen. Thank you. That's all I can really say," she muttered as the first of several tears escaped her eyes. Allyson pulled the beautiful mother into her arms and cradled her there, one hand lightly stroking her hair. "You know, your son asked me not to tell you this, but I am going to. The vacation wasn't won from some mall entry form. Ryan had to write an essay on someone he admired and explain why he felt they deserved this trip. The person he wrote on was you. He told us all about the struggles following your divorce and how you were really what held the family together," Allyson lied. Sandra, however, did not know that and was overwhelmed by the news. Her sobbing became more abrupt and intense as she listened to Allyson detail all that Ryan had said about her. "He said that you were a beautiful woman and that you deserved the very best in life. He just wishes that he was man enough to give you everything you need." Allyson was adapting some of the conversations she had with Ryan to fit the story and ideal she was trying to build up in Sandra's head. "Ryan said that he would be willing to sacrifice everything and give his life entirely to you if it meant that you would be happy. There was nothing more he wanted than for you." Sandra was a mess. She had known that Ryan had been concerned about her and how she was doing, but she had no idea that he had felt that strongly about it. What a wonderful son she had. For the next ten minutes, Allyson would comfort Ryan's mother. Eventually, her crying would stop and the women would cuddle together, watching as the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon. Sandra was feeling a strange sense of emotional attachment to Allyson and she could not define why it seemed different. She would shrug it off and file the thought away in her head as they made their way back to the boat. The journey was much faster downhill and they were soon back on board. Simone greeted them as they climbed from the raft they had used to make their way to shore. Allyson and Simone would wave goodnight to Sandra and head up to the bridge for some extracurricular activity. Sandra, meanwhile, would slip below decks to the passenger's cabin and she quietly swung open the door. The small lamp beside the bed was still on, but both of her children were huddled together on the bed, still in their swimming clothes. They were sound asleep. With a little motherly smile Sandra entered the room and pulled her nightgown from the closet. She quickly stripped off the outfit she had worn hiking and hopped into the shower. She was sure to be quick about it, not wanting to wake anyone, and soon was redressed. Unbeknownst to her, Ryan had been awake, too distracted by the warmth of his sister's sleeping body in his arms to sleep. When his mother had entered and had undressed in the faint light of the lamp, his distraction had increased tenfold. His erection was pressed firmly into his sister's ass and he knew that any movement would risk prodding her awake. So he remained frozen, one eye peeking over Alexis' head, watching his mother shower, then get dressed. He was even more surprised when she climbed on the bed behind him, and snuggled up to him, one arm slipping around his waist and the heat of her body joining with his back. Ryan would not sleep a wink that night. His erection was too hard and his blood pressure too high. Allyson's pla Sea Sickness Ch. 03 Alexis woke bleary eyed the next morning, feeling a lot more relaxed than she had the previous day. She lay in bed for a few minutes savoring the single sheet which had been draped over her body during the night. She remembered little after her brother giving her the injection. Ryan had been uncharacteristically concerned with her well being and she thought perhaps a sweeter side of his personality was showing through. She rolled over in the bed, surprised to see her mother there. Some part of her had hoped Ryan would be next to her. She had felt safer with him than with Simone. There was something too impersonal and measured in the way that Simone had treated her. Ryan had been focused solely on her well being. For a few more minutes she would lay there, allowing herself to wake fully. Once she was wide awake, she carefully tested her legs ability to support her before making her way out of the bedroom in search of her younger brother. Ryan had left the cabin early in the morning when Simone had signaled him from the doorway. Obediently, he had abandoned the trap that his mother and sister had formed in the bed. His erection still swayed in the front of his shorts and his eyes were quite blood shot. Simone was clothed in a skimpy black bathing suit and she said naught a word as Ryan followed the shifting of her ass up to the deck of the boat. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon and sky was a hazy dark blue. Simone walked to the rear of the boat and turned once more to her little entranced prey. Ryan was hoping for some sort of repeat of the earlier encounter they had in Allyson's presence. His hopes were answered by a simple action of Simone. Her left hand slipped behind her back and tugged gently on a hidden string. The strapless top dropped without a sound to the floor. Ryan felt his heart beat begin to pick up as her hands returned once more to her sides. They did not stop there, and soon the two ties at her waist were undone, and the bikini bottoms joined their partner on the floor. Simone stood there momentarily, hands on her hips, allowing Ryan to examine the perfection of her nude frame. Ryan's mouth was watering as he studied the erect nipples capping the small pert tits. Her pussy was perfectly shaven, not a hint of hair in sight. Her pussy lips were a softer pink then the tanned tone of her skin and the rising sun in the background detailed their small folds. Ryan stutter stepped towards her, his dick crying out for some satisfaction. But Simone simply vaulted into the air, her body turning in a perfectly performed aerobatic jump and she disappeared with a splash over the side of the yacht. Ryan ran to the edge, his hands already pulling down his shorts. He stumbled a bit as his last step attempted to push him over the boat and kick off the shorts. It halfway worked, but his water landing was a glorified belly flop. For a moment Ryan would forget why he had jumped. A belly flop on the hard ocean water with a naked erection was not the most comfortable feeling and it took forefront standing in his mind. When he did manage to recollect himself, Simone was nowhere to be seen. The sudden press of her body into his back and the grip of her hands on his cock answered his questions. Ryan tried turning toward her, but only succeeded in managing to face the boat. Simone staid hidden behind him, her lips pressed into his back, kissing over his shoulder blades and spine. Her hands began to vigorously stroke his aching length and Ryan fought to keep his head above water. Eventually his swimming would prove inadequate and he was forced to grab onto a small shelf off the backside of the yacht. He clung to it, like a drowning sailor, while the young woman behind him jerked him off into the salty sea. The water was cool, but the alternating touch of her hot hands and the water only increased the intensity of his arousal. Ryan's breathing was getting much deeper and he was thrusting his cock into her hands as he floated in the water. It did not take long for his seed to erupt into the water and a loud groan escaped from his mouth. In the post orgasmic state of being, Ryan admired the artistic beauty as his semen lingered in amoebic shapes in the water before it began to sink. Finally Simone would shift around, her naked body slipping between the rear of the boat and Ryan. Her legs wrapped firmly around Ryan's waist and she crushed her pussy into the softening piece of flesh extending from his body into the water. Simone pulled Ryan's head down to her face and their lips met there in a passionate attack. Their tongues would roam over and under and in and out. Ryan was lost to an inexperienced passion and he had no strategy for his kiss. It was simple desire. Simone enjoyed the purity of the passion with which Ryan kissed and eagerly returned his touch. Her hips were grinding on Ryan's cock, her own hot center reigniting the fire that had only moments before been quenched in him. Soon enough Ryan was erect again and he eagerly followed the natural path into her twat. Ryan couldn't see deep enough to draw the distinction between their two bodies meeting. He and Simone rested their forehead against each other as he began to thrust into her pussy. The amazing contrast of the heat of her channel and the cold grip of the water on his balls was intense. Simone was so tight and the exquisite clenching of her vagina over his length drove him to faster strokes. His motions were full bodied thrusts as he combined a pull up motion in his arms with the drive of his hips. The resulting fucking motion was intense. Simone found herself carried on his cock like a leaf on a wave. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck as with each backward pull, seawater washed over her pussy's exposed lips. In and out their rhythm flowed. Ryan's breathing quickened as he sought to control his urge to release inside her. His dick was throbbing and his balls would sway into her thighs and crotch as he drove his full length into her. Simone's thighs allowed her to plunge back down upon him and she could sense the growing heat emanating from his cock. The wide head of his youthful dick stretched her refreshingly and her eyes were soon closed shut as she sought to control her own orgasm. The longer she delayed it the more intense it would be. Ryan would come first, his juices flooding from his dick into the grip of her pussy. Ryan would thrash almost uncontrollably as he sought to keep his rhythm in his thrust. He wanted his small partner to come too. Simone signaled that she had reached her peak when the shots of liquid heat poured into her. Her moan was long and high and her head slammed back into the shelf behind her. Her hips squirmed on the pulsing rod buried in her pink cunt and she reveled in the receding shocks of her orgasm. Together they would rest entwined against the backside of the boat for a few more moments before they broke apart. They would swim for a while longer, playfully frolicking amidst the waves and growing sunlight. Ryan was unsure of the connection that he and Simone had. With her there was always the question of whether or not she was just doing something Allyson had commanded or if she was actually into him. If Ryan was confused, Alexis was even more so. She had found her brother by the sound of a loud splash coming from the rear deck of the boat. She had been about to call out for him, as she stepped into the cool breeze brushing across the ocean, when she spotted his bathing suit. And a tiny pair of black bikini bottoms. He was skinny dipping in the ocean with someone! Alexis stifled a giggle and crept closer to the edge of the boat, wanting to know who it was. Her mind told her that it was Simone, but there was a small chance that it could be Allyson. She had almost made it to the edge of the yacht when she heard the slap of skin on fiberglass and a long low groan. Her eyes confirmed what her mind concluded, when she crept to the edge of a ladder which allowed passengers to access the raft. Down and to her right, almost hidden by a shelf was Ryan, his hands clinging to the edge of the shelf. At first, Alexis was confused by what she saw, as there didn't appear to be anyone with him. Then a small darker patch of tan skin appeared above the shelf, wrapped around his stomach and down below the waterline. Based on Ryan's moans and the gentle rhythmic sloshing of the water, Alexis was able to deduce that the mystery woman was giving him a hand job. Alexis was curious about who it was and was still kind of bemused by her brother's reactions. He was panting heavily and his face was red, despite the cool water he was halfway covered in. It did not take long for him to orgasm and Alexis once again fought a giggle as his body visibly shuddered as he came. A few seconds later, the dark wet hair of Simone slipped in front of him and her arms wrapped Ryan up. The sudden answering of the identity of the mystery woman drew an interesting reaction from Alexis. Inside of her stomach the sickening twist of jealousy burned. Alexis was surprised by it and its intensity, but resisted the urge to quickly leave. Simone and Ryan were obviously working on consummating the earlier manual encounter. Simone's naked shoulders and back bobbed up and down in the tight space between the shelf and Ryan's body. Ryan's biceps and shoulders would tense as he thrust upwards and then relax as he slipped back. Alexis, with her body pressed heavily into the sanded wood of the deck, encountered a second interesting emotional response at this new sight that quickly formed a strange conglomerate with the growing jealousy inside of her. The new emotion was arousal. It had come as a sudden spasm in the depths of her pussy's passageway and grown to a dull throbbing heat in the pit of her stomach. But watching her younger brother thrusting deep into the canal of the "first mate" drove Alexis up the wall. Alexis had been masturbating since she was younger but had never felt even the faintest desire to watch another couple, especially Ryan. But here, lying in her bathing suit, beneath a morning sky, Alexis was incredibly turned on. She tried fighting the urge to answer nature's demand, but the constant thrusting of Ryan's muscular torso and the small growls and grunts the couple emitted proved overwhelming. Alexis kept her body low to the deck and raised her hips slightly to allow her hand to slip into her bathing suit. There was no time for foreplay now and her pussy required none. Two deliciously eager fingers slipped through the trimmed thatch of hair that marked the entrance to her virgin twat and then plunged in. Alexis squirmed, her crotch hovering over the deck, as her fingers rhythmically matched the fucking going on in the water. Alexis' practiced self exploration emphasized an in and out stroke the brushed over her clit before slamming back into her tight channel. Alexis always enjoyed the gooey sensation that smeared out over her pussy lips and into her hair as her fingers pumped in and out. There were so many sensory experiences for her young body to have and Alexis savored each of them. At first Alexis masturbated just to the erotic imagery before her. Her mind and body were solely focused on the scene unfolding before her. But within minutes of her pussy accepting her fingers, her mind had radically shifted gears. It replaced Simone with herself and soon Alexis was delving into the taboo realm of incest as she imagined the length of Ryan's cock stroking in and out of her twat just as it was doing to Simone. She imagined the feeling of his hips between her thighs as she raised and lowered her body on his member, its head almost slipping free each time. Alexis felt the familiar sensation of release wash over her as she past the turn back point. Panic would ensue just as her thighs clamped down on her fingers and she sought to control her muscle movement. Ryan and Simone had obviously each reached their peaks and their bodies broke apart in the water beneath her. Alexis rolled away from the opening of the ladder and tried to control her body's urgent spasms. Sudden rushes of fear and concern and guilt would break into the powerful orgasm's control over her body. Her hand nearly ejected from her swimming suit and quickly wiped the liquid evidence of her enjoyment of her brother's sex onto the deck. It took every single thought in her body to keep from running into the cabin at a full sprint. She took a few seconds to crawl into the shadow of the walkway and then gave into the need to run. In seconds, Alexis was back in the bedroom, panting heavily against the door. Her mother was still asleep and facing the opposite wall. Alexis stripped quickly and climbed into the shower, thoroughly scrubbing herself with soap and chastising herself for both peeping on her brother and for enjoying it in the way she had. As the shower steam filled the room, Alexis forgot her indiscretions and managed to explain away her behavior. By the time she had exited the shower, she had nearly forgotten about the arousal her brother's fucking had brought her. Sandra would wake sometime during Alexis' shower and slip from the room after changing back into her bathing suit. As she stepped into the hallway she nearly ran into Ryan, who had obviously just gone for a dip, his hair soaking wet and his body speckled with droplets of salt water. If she had been fully awake, Ryan's mother may have noticed the fact that his shorts were entirely dry. But fortunately for him, she was not. "Wait a few minutes to go in. Your sister is showering. I think she has been at it for a while so I don't think she will have much longer." Ryan simply nodded his agreement. Sandra was still remembering Allyson's relaying of Ryan's opinion of her and it nearly brought a tear to her eye. Unexpectedly she pulled him in close and wrapped him in as big a bear hug as possible. Ryan almost laughed at his mother's sudden embrace- she was obviously trying to wrap him up, but now he was much bigger than he used to be and her head only came to his shoulder. So that is where it landed. Ryan returned the hug, holding his sentimental mother around the shoulders. His hands lazily drifted up and down her spine as his mind wandered. Sandra was comforted by the warmth and gentility of his hug, but was a bit surprised when it suddenly broke away. Puzzled, she stared at him, before giving him a small thanks and then turning down the hallway. It was then that she noticed the tenting in his shorts. Sandra had to scurry away, a knowing grin on her face. She had forgotten that Ryan had grown into a man and obviously he did not want her to be reminded in that particular way. Ryan waited in the hall for a few more minutes before stepping into the room. Alexis was out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. He gave her a small smile of greeting and collapsed face down onto the bed. "Tired," Alexis asked, knowing full well why he would be. "Yeah, didn't sleep well last night. You and mom are bed hogs." Alexis chuckled a little bit, having stubbed a few toes while kicking or moving in her sleep. She decided that she should take her first injection and ointment treatment of the day and asked Ryan to do so. He obligingly abandoned his post on the bed and accepted the needle and tube of ointment from her. Alexis replaced him on the comforter and buried her face in the pillow, wondering if he found her as pretty as he did Simone. She pondered the significance of the thought process for a second but the first touch of his hands to her feet dispelled any moral evaluation. Ryan's hands smoothly slid up her feet and over her ankles before running down again, ensuring that her feet and ankles were fully covered in the medicating ointment. Once the lower half of her legs were finished, he moved farther up. Alexis was sure from the nervous and jerky movement of his hands on her thighs that he was not entirely comfortable with the action. It was a stark contrast from the smoothness of his motions below the knees. He even had been better when she had been wearing her swimming suit, but apparently the danger of the open ended towel got to him. Alexis' analysis of Ryan was accurate, although she may not have totally touched on why. Ryan had a very clear view of his sister's pussy and he was having a hard time looking at anything else. His hands just moved haltingly while his eyes drank up the sight of her pussy lips. He could see that there was some hair leading right to her lips and she was wondering how far the little trail wandered. He wanted to fish his hands beneath her towel and touch it, but he was sure his sister's wrath would be swift. One more application of the ointment on her thighs and Ryan had enough. "Sis, it's time for the injection," he choked out. Alexis was now wanting to conquer the spell that Simone had on her younger brother and put to test her own beauty. As nonchalantly as she could, she reached around behind her and pulled the towel free, revealing her naked back and backside to her brother's eyes. The sharp intake of breath that noisily escaped Ryan told her everything she needed to know. Alexis felt proud and commanding as Ryan did not move for several seconds. She was happy to be able to compete with the young thin beauty he had fucked only an hour earlier. She felt Ryan's open palm press into her backside, framing the tip of the needle as it pressed into her soft tissue. Alexis was pretty certain that he wasn't just keeping her from moving with that hand, and just as the needle broke the skin, she was certain she felt a small flex of his fingers as he groped her ass. In seconds the injection was all over, and Ryan's hand slowly withdrew from its resting place on the perfection of her ass cheek. Alexis grabbed the edge of the towel and pulled it back into place, a huge smile hidden in the pillow. Ryan was nearing a heart attack. First his sister's pussy, then she had flashed him with her ass and allowed him to touch it naked. He. Touched. His. Sister's. Naked. Ass! Ryan was ecstatic and wanted to jump on the bed repeatedly like a little boy. But as Alexis stirred, he panicked and ran and jumped in the shower, swimming trunks pulled tightly across his butt by the massive erection he had. Alexis burst into a signature fit of giggles as the water started. She had seen her brother run to the shower and she was sure from the lack of steam that it was not hot water running. She had Simone and Ryan beat. While Ryan showered, Alexis pulled her swimming suit on beneath the towel and then slipped from the room. The low throbbing hum of the yacht's powerful diesel engines filled the hallway and she went in search of her mother. She found the rest of their party on the deck, seated at the small round table that occupied a corner of the boat. Simone was wearing the same skimpy bathing suit she had abandoned on deck that morning and Allyson was wearing a small set of shorts, which stopped just below her crotch, with a small bikini top that covered her nipples and little else. Her mother was also in a bikini, although it was more conservative than the others. Alexis took a chair beside them. Everyone greeted her with a good morning and Allyson filled her in on the day's planned activity. The yacht would be docking in a small island that was populated by the Spanish during the colonial period. Not much development had taken place then, so it was still fairly primitive and relied on basic farming and tourism to exist. There was some sort of festival relating to the planting season that would be celebrated while they were there. Alexis was happy to have the chance to get off the boat again and hoped that nothing would go wrong this time around. The plan was for a whole day in the town. Simone would serve as a guide for Ryan and Alexis while Allyson and Sandra would go see the more grown up interests. Alexis was not entirely pleased that she would spend the day with Simone and Ryan alone. Ryan, on the other hand, was quite excited. Sea Sickness Ch. 03 Within two hours they had pulled into a small sheltered harbor and had lowered the boat's anchor and secured it. The family was given the opportunity as the raft powered them into the harbor town to appreciate the native beauty and the unfinished appearance of the town. It was as if the little place had been pulled straight from a pirate's fairy tale. Little fishing boats rowed by them, few with power, and the friendly operators waved eagerly and solicited the little tokens that they sold. The entirety of the town was built of a rusty colored mud that was readily available in the hills behind it. The stark contrast of the warm glow of the finished stone against the lush greenery was enchanting. Everyone was silent, except for Simone, who offered small details and points of interest at a semi-regular interval. Ryan and Alexis eagerly pointed out the various things that caught their eye as the raft was tied to the dock and they disembarked. There was so much to see and there was no sign of the civilization that they had carried with them onto the yacht. No TV, no electricity, no automobiles were anywhere to be seen. Mules seemed to be the primary mode of load bearing and walking was the chosen method of transportation. Small tufts of dust would puff with any sudden movements, and the tourists quickly found their legs covered in a thin red layer of soil. The townspeople were extremely welcoming and excited to see the Americans. Alexis could not count the number of various chicken samples that were handed to her as they made their way inland. For lunch, the group ate together, having a huge variety of ethnic dishes. The tastes were indescribable and everyone found themselves falling into the enchantment of the little island. By the time the meal was over, the party was barely able to move. Everyone had drank a little too much with the food and were a little more raucous as they headed deeper into the town's ancient paths. It was late in the afternoon when the festivities first kicked off. Sandra and Allyson had separated from the younger crowd to visit historical and cultural sites in the vicinity. Simone was going to be showing the younger visitors some cultural sites of her own. Alexis' ears had begun to recognize the deep booming beats of a drum echoing down the streets from somewhere ahead, and her heart responded to the alluring rhythm. She whirled on her brother and grabbed him by the hand. "C'mon Ryan. C'mon!" Ryan allowed himself to be towed onward by the wave of his sister's excitement and ran after her down the narrow roadways. Ryan had begun to develop some sort of hypnotic fascination with his sister's body and his slowly loping legs allowed him to keep pace with his sister without paying attention to his stride. But as they burst into a huge open square the noise level jumped to its peak and the vibrant life of the island tune overwhelmed them. In the square, hundreds of villagers writhed and danced to the ancient beat, around a large fountain. The music was primitive and raw, the kind that is irresistible to avoid moving too. Even as the young people slowed and walked further into the masses they found themselves setting feet to ground to the bass rhythm. It was not long till the two found themselves occupying a small space together while people danced around them. Alexis and Ryan started dancing, at first facing each other a few inches apart. The movements were fast and intense and seemingly random. Some of the natives looked like they were bordering on having seizures. The first set of beats would last for another twenty minutes, until the whole crowd had been worked into a flurry of shakes and shudders. Then with a final powerful slam of the drum all went silent. Ryan and Alexis were the last ones to stop dancing at the final beat. Everyone else had seemed to be aware of the exact timing of the coming strike. All the people turned to face the central fountain. It was difficult to see what was going on, until a young woman and man climbed to the primary spout of the fountain, several feet above the crowd. The siblings both did a double take as they realized that the glistening wet forms, raised above all others, were completely naked. The two turned to face each other, and a new beat started. A new dance began, with people breaking off into pairs and pressing their bodies close to one another. Ryan was a little caught of guard when Alexis followed suit. Alexis had been inexplicably horny over the last day and was only growing more so with each passing moment. Having only been able to masturbate while watching her brother's encounter with Simone, Ryan had become the object of her sexual fantasies. Now being pressed close to her brother in the midst of the midday heat she felt her heart rate rising to the rhythm of the powerful native beats. Alexis slipped her smaller body between Ryan's spread feet and turned, her backside to him. At first she tried to maintain some semblance of just having a good time but as the crowd around her and the two exalted bodies in the fountain turned to more erotic dance moves, she found herself getting carried away. It would start with a harder press of her backside into Ryan's crotch as she swayed and would continue until she was grinding on the growing erection in his pants. Through the thin material of the linen dress that she was wearing, she could feel the hard cylindrical form press deeper between her ass cheeks. There was a moment of concern about how Ryan would react, before she realized she already knew. Her dance movements became dry humping in a hurry. Soon she was rubbing the length of his dick between her ass cheeks, her eyelids pressed shut, and her lips pursed as she focused on the music and steady stroking of her ass. The crowd around the siblings was too involved in their own gradual progressions to notice the tourists' activities. Simone had failed to mention that part of the harvest festival was also fertility rites. The ceremony in which they found themselves engaged was designed to incense and celebrate the beauty of sex. Much of the audience's clothing was already shed, and only Ryan and Alexis' western culture kept them clothed in public. Ryan was dazed, confused, and intensely aroused. He had his sister willfully pressing her firm youthful backside onto his cock and hundreds of people around him were engaging in intense dances boarding on copulation. Ryan found himself unable to resist his desire to put his hands on his sister. Alexis found herself pulled for a second back to reality when Ryan's hands slid beneath her arms and rested just under her breasts. His thumbs tested her resolve, brushing the sensitive bottom of the round globes through her light shirt. Her stomach did back flips as her lust began to culminate a previously forbidden desire. Her own hands found purchase on Ryan's flexed thrusting thighs. Her nails dug into the smooth weave of his board shorts and her head flung back against his shoulder. She knew Ryan had understood her surrender when his hand moved to fully cradle her breasts, their excitement betrayed in the strength of his grip. Alexis fought to keep this to an erotic dance, her backside working up and down his length, but she found that her need for more was too much. Ryan did not disappoint. With abated breath, Ryan's right hand moved from its position beneath her breast and dropped to her thigh. There it began to bunch and gather the sweat moistened linen of her dress, one inch at a time. His left hand continued its rubbing and groping of her young breast while more and more of her thigh was exposed. His head hung over her shoulder, her ear lobe beside his and her smooth cheek pressed into his own. With the intensity of one long deprived, Ryan's gaze focused on each new revelation and promise that the bunched skirt presented. More and more of her tanned thigh was available and his penis twitched with delight. The last few inches crept beneath his hand and her panty-covered crotch appeared in view. For but a moment, Ryan's hand would linger at the meeting of her thigh to the white edge of her panties. But the moment would end quickly. Alexis had been watching the same scene unfold on her own body as Ryan's hand had unveiled more and more of her lower half. She knew where Ryan's attention was as his left hand stilled over her breast and his right hand paused. For a second more they would stay pressed together unmoving. Alexis fought no more and her legs inched slightly farther apart. She knew it was a symbolic gesture, as did Ryan. Once again her eyes closed heavily on his shoulder as his fingers hurriedly snaked beneath her panties and found the moist craving of her center. She swallowed loudly as they slid over her lips repeatedly, driving her thighs into a shuddering frenzy. Ryan's hand was clenched firmly on her breast again as his hand manually pleasured her. It did not take long for them to dig deeper into her tunnel. Over and over again, Ryan plunged his finger into his sister's pussy. He was amazed at the awareness his body had of the sensory experience delighting him. He was certain that he could take her temperature with his fingers, so deep was he. Alexis was soaking and he could think of nothing more than pleasing her. Soon he realized that he was practically carrying his older sister's weight as her legs weakened with each pass of his fingers into her pussy. For a moment he scanned their surroundings. They were the last couple standing, the rest of the people having collapsed to the red soil, busily engaging in hurried and passionate sex. Alexis was being overwhelmed by the intensity of the stimulation her brother was delivering to a much needed location. But it was beginning to be too much and she knew that soon she would come at his touch. She feared the building threat of an intense orgasm and knew she had to take back some control of the pace with which they were proceeding. She whirled on him, his hand whipping free of her panties and her skirt falling to her knees. Ryan stared, still lost in his fantasy world, t the sudden movement. Alexis knew what had been going on around them- the sounds had been enough to tell her that they were engaged in a massive orgy. Her hands went to work at the string holding his shorts shut and his dick in. Her movements were nervous and full of need and she required Ryan's assistance to untie the simple knot. Once it was loose, his shorts fell to the ground, leaving him in a t-shirt alone. Ryan quickly shed it, but Alexis was too enraptured by the sight of his length. Ryan stood naked before his sister in the square, wondering what would come next. He hoped she would act first, but she just stared at his cock. Ryan couldn't take it any longer, his cock already long tested for endurance. His hands went to work at the ties binding her shirt shut and once they were free he pulled it over her head. Alexis obligingly lifted her hands, allowing her full pert tits to pop free easily. Ryan crouched to tug the elastic waist band of her skirt down, along with her panties. His mouth covered one of her pink nipples and smothered it with kisses, licks, and small nibbles. Alexis' hands buried themselves in his hair, but he was too busy uncovering the much sought after twat. Once she was naked, Ryan took complete control, pressing her backwards into the dirt. Alexis mindlessly followed her brother's forceful guidance. She was too horny to think of anything, including being helpful. Her body lay back into the hot soil, her knees parted slightly and pulled up against her buttocks. She looked down between her breasts and over the trimmed trail of hair that led to her pussy at her brother and his penis. She looked up at him questioningly for a moment, wondering why he stalled. But she would not have to wait long. Ryan's young hands grabbed her ankles and lifted them into the air as he slid forward, his dick wavering closer and closer to her pussy. He released her ankles only when his shoulders were beneath them. And for another moment, Alexis would ponder the promise of her brother's cock. Ryan grinned haphazardly, finally receiving what he had so long lusted for. And then he pressed his wide phallus into her lips, his weight pressing steadily into her. Alexis squirmed beneath him, as inch after inch crept deeper within her. Ryan used every remaining nerve to control his desire to hammer into her, but he dared not hurt her. Within only an inch or two of his entrance, it became apparent that his sister was a virgin. The tightness of her inexperienced twat and a flexible barrier restraining him gave him that fact. Alexis reached up to his forearms and with a pleading look in her eye drew him farther in. "Please Ryan. It has to be you. It has to be now," she begged. Ryan simply nodded and pressed onward. She would wince as her hymen broke beneath the steady penetration of her brother's dick, but the pain would fade as Ryan reached his full depth. Each was given a brief opportunity to appreciate their situation, a brother and sister about to engage in full and intense passionate incest, amidst the furious fucking of a crowd of foreign natives. Then any moment for thought was gone. Ryan began the first of the many movements, a slow withdrawal followed by a faster inward thrust. Alexis hissed beneath him, her chest heaving, as he began to steadily plunge his cock into her body. Ryan's thick long cock stretched her to her limit and the only thing keeping it from being intensely painful was the vast amount of her juices brought on by the intensity of her arousal. Over and over, Ryan hammered his cock into his sister's clutching pussy. Alexis's ankles locked behind his neck, and allowed him to bury himself fully into her. His hands gripped onto her breasts and he used her own body to leverage himself deeper into her. Alexis groaned loudly as inch after inch of her brother's dick slammed into her. His heavy balls slapped against her backside, with each body rocking thrust. Her breasts bounced beneath his hands as he drove into her. Her pussy was pouring juices and she savored the graphic scenery of her spread pink twat clutching at his girth. The thick veins of his dick added an unique texture to the sensations spreading from her vagina. Her hips churned against him, adding a new element of pleasure as her clit buried against the top of his dick and the front of his body. She felt her breath catch in her chest as she reached the limits of her own ability to restrain her orgasm. And then she was gone into a different world solely built on her pleasure. Ryan could not fight the intensity of his sister's orgasm. Her body writhed beneath him, her hips shifting against the sides of his cock, pressing juicy walls of pussy into him. Her interior muscles spasmed over his length and the heat of her vagina drove him wild. Soon her orgasm sent him into his own, and thick pulsating ropes of his semen filled his sister's pussy. His body collapsed forward between her thighs, his body draping hers. His hips were only capable of small thrusts as the powerful orgasm spread over him. As his cum emptied into her, he nearly blacked out. Alexis's fingernails dug into his back as his dick shuddered to stillness in within her. Soon the two siblings returned to the reality of the world around them. Ryan rocked backwards, his sister's pussy still clinging to his cock, until he was sitting with her atop him. He cradled her naked body against him as he scanned the square. Some couples were still fucking, but not many. The intensity of the orgy had promised that most mating would be short lived. A fully dressed Simone strolled up to the young couple. Alexis was shocked at having been caught, but was a little relieved when Simone crouched beside them and dropped a pile of their clothes, along with the needle for her daily injections. She gave Alexis a brief shoulder squeeze then strolled lazily away. Alexis turned back to her brother and stared into his eyes. Her lust temporarily satisfied, she tried to rationalize their situation. Unable too, she clutched the heat of his sweaty body to her own and gave into the emotional bond she now found for her brother. Ryan's arms encircled her and he held her close as she calmed down and fought the revile that society demanded of her. Once they had equally calmed, the two siblings quietly separated and dressed. Alexis pulled Ryan from the scene of the orgy and cornered him in a back alley off the main drag. "Ryan, we shouldn't have just done...." "Who says! Who cares? Just you and I and Simone know and she won't tell anyone. I wanted you so bad for so long. Please don't tell me that it is wrong." "Ryan, its incest! We can't, we shouldn't have done that." "No. We needed that. Don't pretend like that was wrong. I wanted you and you wanted me. That is all." Alexis found herself unable to deal with the strength of Ryan's conviction that what they had done was not wrong. Her eyes filled with tears and she collapsed once more to his shoulder. There, it seemed, she was safe from any of the judgments that she feared so greatly. In the still bright light of the tropical day, the brother and sister grew closer then they had ever before. Sea Sickness Ch. 04 Alexis pressed her hips back up into her brother's body as he thrust forward into her depths. His cock was at full strength again and its length fulfilled an indefinable need. Alexis had always heard size mattered, but she was able to truly appreciate the wonders of a large penis beneath her brother. Its length was perfect for sliding fully into her and stretching her pussy, just beyond the limits of comfort. But as it evacuated its post an onrushing sweep of pleasure would storm through her body before it hammered home again. Time seemed to stand still for her as the wide head of his dick stroked in and out, allowing her to savor the multitude of sensory experiences that came with passionate sex. The sounds of his breathing mixing with her own, lacing over the undertone of the wet slap of her pussy against his balls blended into the scents of their sweats and sexual release. She studied the straining face poised over her body as Ryan sought to control the timing of his release. His pace was urgent and frenetic, hoping to get her to cum before he succumbed to his own excitement. The short fast thrusts were perfect to hit her G-spot and her clitoris, and she quickly found her body twisting back beneath him, trapped on his intruding rod. Her orgasm was swift and powerful and her pussy flooded their joining with fluid. At the sound of her loud cry of release, Ryan lost control of his ability to keep from cumming. His cock once again leapt to life inside of his sister's pussy and he rammed home once more, his semen shooting forth into the hollow of her womb. A seemingly endless flow jumped to her depths and filled Alexis with an indescribable warmth. Ryan's arms folded beneath him and his weight came pressing down onto her body. Alexis stared up at her brother as he panted to catch his breath. Her arms cradled him in a firm embrace, knowing that if she released him some semblance of guilt would return. But with his penis's heat still filling her, and her own orgasm just beginning to fade, all she could think about was how much she loved these moments with her brother, and how fully satisfied she felt afterwards. This recent round of screwing had begun simply enough. Ryan had taken her to a small hostel off the main square to administer her injection. But being around her naked had its toll and he quickly found himself fighting to restrain the urge to take her again. He had failed to a certain extent- the soft stroking of his fingers over her naked backside and the gentle dip between her thighs of another had caused Alexis to respond positively. With the injection done she had rolled over, her young breasts filling her brother's field of vision, and had slid into his lap. The press of his erection through his shorts had been enough to encourage her on and to cause her to forget the societal taboo their love betrayed. Her hands had worked quickly to free him of his imprisonment, drawn on by the need of her pussy's crush against him. The sex had started urgently and gradually slowed to a steady caress until need had once again driven them on. The brother and sister were quite happy with themselves for now. Both were still blissfully unaware that her regular injections included powerful aphrodisiacs and chemicals which suppressed inhibitions. Perhaps even if they had known they would not have cared. Across the island, in an ancient ceremonial site, Allyson and Sandra strolled. They had missed the entirety of the fertility and harvest rites as they had plunged deeper into the undergrowth, only to emerge hours later in this sacred primal site. Both women had removed their tops in the safe anonymity of the green foliage, sweat completely drenching their shirts and causing the collars to chafe uncomfortably. Sandra had been a little surprised at first to find that Allyson wore no bra or bikini top beneath her shirt, but had quickly grown accustomed to the full breasts that peaked the other woman's torso. After a good forty five minutes of hiking that way, she had also removed her bra, finding the sensation of her bare breasts being caressed by the indiscriminate hand of an ocean breeze quite refreshing. Allyson had teased her a bit at first about overcoming her soccer mom mentality and her conservative background but had given up when Sandra did not respond. The two women found their conversations to be quite lively, coming from such differing viewpoints. Allyson tip-toed a fine line of truth and falsehood as she sought to maintain her persona of a small business owner and captain of the yacht. But she still had some distinctively liberal ideas which were unique to the middle-class mother of two. Allyson always argued from a very intelligent and informed viewpoint and Sandra found herself appreciating the flawlessness of the woman's mind. When they arrived at the ceremonial site, she was surprised to find herself breathless. The ancient society which had built up the site had obviously done so with brute human strength, moving large stones and statues many hundreds of feet up the steep jungle hillside. The carvings were immaculate, and despite their age, seemed to be fully legible. Much of the undergrowth had avoided intruding upon this site, it seemed to stand back, wary of encroaching on some god's territory. At the center of a large ring of heavy stones sat a small four foot wide pool that was roughly two and half feet deep. Allyson told her guest that the site held a spiritual significance important for ritual cleansing. The people would annually send a virgin up the hill side to be taken by the shaman in the pool. The union would take place after the first large rainfall filled the basin in springtime. The natural water would act as a cleansing for the people so that they would not suffer during the coming year from crimes or sins against the gods. Sandra was a bit surprised that at the culmination of this little history lesson, Allyson removed the rest of her clothing as if nothing was wrong in the world. Again, the guide and captain had neglected to wear underclothing and her body stood gloriously naked before it slipped into the shallow pool. Once again, there was a gently teasing smirk from Allyson, as Sandra visibly struggled as to whether she would join her partner in the small pool. With a mental, what the hell, Sandra removed her hiking boots and socks and pulled her cargo shorts down her tanned sweaty legs. She stepped free of them and approached the pool, her bikini bottoms still firmly in place between her legs and over her waist. Allyson's smile did not flee at this sudden act of boldness, but she obligingly slipped to a side of the pool so that Sandra could lay out similarly. Atop the mountain side, the sun beating down on the cool rain filled basin, the women discussed more of what life had taught them. The conversation had turned at some point to Sandra's husband and his absence from the family. The divorce had been messy and had related to differences in sexual opinion. Ryan and Alexis' father had desired to have a very liberal and experimental sex life with his wife. He had managed to get her to allow them film their sexual encounters. Then he had tried to pressure her into sleeping with some of his guy friends while he filmed. Sandra had firmly refused, but had become aware that some of his poker buddies had seen the tapes. As the relationship had continued to suffer and it became apparent that her husband was going elsewhere for his sexual desires, Sandra had given into one of his demands. For his birthday, the last year they were together, she had a threesome with him and another woman he claimed to have contacted through the web. The experience was good, so they had made arrangements to meet again. Sandra told Allyson how she had later found out that the woman was actually his girlfriend of several years and that had been the killing blow in their relationship. Within months the divorce papers were finalized and he had disappeared into the red lights of his fantasies. Sandra was a bit uncomfortable with the line of conversation and some of the memories it aroused, but before she could shift the conversation topic, Allyson interrupted. "Did he ever give in to any of your fantasies?" "No. It was always about his. Some of the early attempts we had at spicing up our sex life were mutual desires, but as they got more extreme, they were really just his," Sandra replied. "But you did like the threesome," Allyson quizzed. Sandra nervously gave her an honest answer to the affirmative. Allyson continued to press onward. "Did it hurt badly, because it had been so good, and then you found out that you were being played? Or was it because you felt like you were being tossed aside for this other woman?" "I guess it was a little bit of both," Sandra surmised. "It had been totally scary for me at first, but when we actually did do it, it was a lot of fun! I mean, I hadn't experienced that intense of stimulation ever in my life. The other girl was beautiful, young, energetic, and very talented. My husband knew what I liked, so between the two, I found myself just all caught up. But when I found out that he had been cheating on me all along, I felt betrayed by him, by her, and by myself." She was a bit surprised to hear herself voicing the long buried emotions. She had never told anyone this. She had never had anyone to tell. Allyson took a big risk and asked a question which she had not intended to, but had been thinking about ever since she had first encountered Ryan's family. "Have you ever thought about doing it again? With a woman, I mean?" Sandra's head jerked up and she became infinitely conscious of her semi-nudity and close proximity to the attractive woman beside her. Two sets of wheels churned in opposite directions in her mind. One screamed to her that this was an opportunity to break free of the monotony of being a single mother. The other part of her screamed that she had responsibilities, that she would be devastated if anyone found out. She had already started to lose ground on the negative front when Allyson wiped any argument for her mind. The water rustled as Allyson's body shifted closer to Sandra's side. One wet, gentle hand slipped up to the mother's cheek and turned her head towards her. Sandra's eyes watched wide open as Allyson leaned in closer and closer until their lips met in a soft caress. Immediately, Sandra felt her opposition melt. Her own hands moved to pull Allyson in closer, her mouth hungrily pressing into the older woman's. Allyson was much taller than Sandra and her long legs snaked through Ryan's mother's, entwining their bodies together. Sandra took the next step, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and into her bathing partner's. Allyson shifted her weight, her body sliding over Sandra's hips, taking the dominant position on top. Sandra's hands moved accordingly, drifting down Allyson's naked back. Before she could reach any uniquely sensitive areas, Allyson struck first. The two long delicate hands of the woman who had guided her to this point reached out to clasp her full breasts in her hands. Their touch was gentle and smooth, so soft that they seemed to barely glide over the surface of her large chest. Finely groomed nails tweaked the quickly hardening pair of nipples that stood proud atop the breasts. Allyson's kiss did not halter a moment and Sandra knew that she was experienced in this kind of foreplay. Sandra's own hands shifted downwards to Allyson's bare buttocks and the nails urgently carved small red impressions on her tan flesh. Allyson's lithe body once again slipped into motion, one knee rising and falling between Sandra's legs. It would gradually creep upwards until its firm flesh came into contact with her submerged crotch. The pressure was soft but constant and Sandra knew exactly what the knee and thigh were intended for. From the shallow depths of the water, her waist rose, grinding her covered pussy lips over the provided appendage. Sandra repositioned her grip on Allyson's ass to better allow her to control her slow grind. She and Allyson's kiss broke apart as the taller and shorter women peered down to the erotic encounter of their bodies together. Sandra's body had long been devoid of another's touch and it immediately responded with intensity. Sandra quickly found her eyes and mind slowly focused on the quick pace her cunt was making over Allyson's thigh. Her breasts were still being gently fondled and her nipples stood proudly erect from the cool water. There was a gentle splashing noise that timed the rhythm of their foreplay as water spilled over the lip of the basin. Sandra felt herself nearing her first orgasm with another human being in quite a while. It started as a familiar tremble in the depths of her body and came rushing down her channel and to her pussy lips were her clit ground through the fabric. Her whole body tensed and her crotch ground impossibly high on Allyson's body as she cleared the water. A loud cry escaped her lips as she came. She could feel the powerful grip of her pussy clamp down on itself as she shuddered to climax. An emotional panic struck her so forcefully that Sandra became afraid of what she had gotten herself into. Strange combinations of guilt and fear and loneliness collided within her and she began to pry herself forcefully from beneath Allyson's body. Allyson was unsure of what had brought on this sudden attack of conscience but she found that even her quick reflexes were a little too slow to catch the woman turned rabbit. Sandra gathered her belongings at lightning speed and raced down the thinly marked trail, her bare feet whipping through harsh branches and underbrush. Allyson raced after her, bewildered by the sudden change of attitude. Sandra's legs would not give out until she had reached the jungle floor. A small vine lacing over the pathway provided just enough snag to cause her to stumble and go sprawling forward into the muddy ground, her bare upper torso slapping into the soil. Sandra was not injured by any means, but she felt so unsure of herself, of who she was, that she found herself unable to get up. As her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal she realized how foolish she had been. Something about the passion of the moment on top of the hillside had set her off. But the cool jungle floor helped restore a hint of sanity to her and allowed her a chance to analyze her reaction. It was bizarre even by her standards and she was unsure if she could face Allyson again. Seconds later, the soft thud of feet across the moist ground would tell her that she was about to have the opportunity. Allyson came to a skidding halt beside the sprawled form of her briefly sexual partner. Sandra was sitting on the jungle floor, splayed out like a fallen leaf: her legs, arms, naked chest, and face all covered in dark black splotches of dirt. There were lighter streaks that hinted at recent tears, but that was not enough to stop Allyson's reaction. She doubled over laughing. A joyful peal of laughter tore from her entirely nude body and spilled off of tree trunks and brush. Sandra stared up at her, stunned by the seeming insensitivity, before she too realized the bizarreness of her appearance. Then her softer more delicate laughter tumbled into the mix. Allyson sunk down into the dirt beside Sandra, ignoring the dirt that seeped up her backside. Sandra grew more playful as the uncontrollable laughter continued to escape her efforts to cease. She grabbed a slimy handful of mud and splatted it right on Allyson's chest. For a moment the wealthy woman stared up in surprise than she threw a clump right back. Within seconds, dirt was flying between the two women as they wrestled around on the jungle floor, quickly becoming as dark as the ground in which they rolled. Sandra gained the upper hand as she grabbed Allyson's wrists and rolled atop her. Peering down at the attractive, albeit dirty, woman pinned beneath her, Sandra suddenly lost interest in laughing any more. Her mud covered head ducked down quickly her lips tapping Allyson's before she beat a hasty retreat. An equally surprised Allyson stared up at her, before lurching her body back on top, where she had last been abandoned. This time Sandra knew she had no intention of fleeing into the rainforest. There was something about being covered in mud beneath a gorgeous naked woman that just screamed once in a lifetime opportunity and she recognized it for what it was. With her arms still pinned beneath Allyson she darted forward, hoping for another kiss. Allyson's head quickly retreated to a safe distance before bobbing back within reach. This game played for a little while until Allyson grew tired. She slipped her knees down over Sandra's elbows, firmly burying them three inches deep in the mud. A playfully trapped Sandra tried squirming for freedom once more but she found herself unable to escape. Allyson reared up and slid her dirty pussy into place just over Sandra's face. She hovered there, one hand buried in the brunette's hair, until Sandra offered no more resistance, playful or otherwise. Then with a handful of hair, she guided her toy's pink lips up to her pussy. Sandra was too horny by now to care if it was covered in dirty tropical soil or not. Her tongue quickly wiped it clean of any extra soil as it raced over its folds. The first few licks were accompanied by momentary head turns and spits, before it returned full time to its passionate meeting with Allyson's cunny. Allyson rolled her hips over Sandra's mouth, riding her face like it was a well trained animal. Sandra's tongue did only what it remembered it enjoyed. It delicately dug into her twat, pressing the soft pink folds to the side as it explored deeper and deeper. Once it was burrowed satisfactorily in the sweet wet tunnel it began to flip and twitch over the various sensitive walls. Allyson's rocking increased in pace as Sandra skillfully worked her oral muscle over her pussy. Her right hand kept Sandra's face buried in her crotch as she leaned back and snaked a hand beneath the now black set of bikini bottoms. Dirty fingers found a clean and hungry twat to plunge into. Sandra added moans and vocal vibrations to the stimulation she was giving her rider as the long digits pressed deeper into her need. Her hips bucked up against the curve of the fingers' thrust as they delved within her. Sandra's mouth was working overtime as she sought to let out primal cries of pleasure and bring pleasure to Allyson. Allyson's breasts bounced as she rocked back and forth atop Sandra's mouth. The little tongue within her was now fucking in and out. Its stroke was firm and precise and the heavy texture of Sandra's taste buds was exquisite. Allyson was unable to refrain from filling her desire to return the favor for any longer. Her legs quickly shifted from their current position atop Sandra's arms and twisted as she spun until the two women were locked in a sixty-nine position. Sandra knew exactly what was being asked of her and Allyson would have provided plenty of clues if she had waited a moment longer. Sandra dug her hands once more into the firm naked ass of her lover and pulled her head back into her crotch. Her tongue continued its eager fucking as Allyson fished her bottoms off out of sight. Sandra soon felt the naked caress of air on her clean shaven pussy lips as the bottoms disappeared into the jungle. She had the sensation of hair trailing down her ticklish inner thighs before it pooled in her crotch. Then came the sudden and intense pleasure of penetration. Allyson's fingers once again furrowed deep into her pussy. They had a new maximum depth in the recently formed position and they took full advantage. The fingers stood straight out as they hammered in and out of Sandra's pussy, her light pink center a stark contrast from the surrounding soil that reached the peak of her thighs. Taking that as a cue, Sandra returned the favor, two of her own fingers pressing into the tight embrace of Allyson's twat. Her tongue continued its dance around the new intruders upon the game. The tongue lapped over the sensitive nub which guarded the entrance to the delightful blossom. Allyson picked up on this new game as well, and soon her tongue joined the double digits already buried in Sandra's twats. The two women played at this intense game with each other's bodies and lust for another five minutes. Sea Sickness Ch. 04 As the game neared its close, with both women quickly losing their ability to hold back any longer, the jungle filled with the foreign noises of their lovemaking. Sandra decided to throw her partner a curve ball and slipped a finger on her remaining hand into Allyson's asshole. The small rosebud quickly accepted the moist digit and then clamped down. Allyson's head abandoned its position between Sandra's thighs and she cried out into the jungle as her orgasm steamrolled her. Her backside humped back onto the intruding fingers in her pussy and twat and squirmed over Sandra's mouth. Any dirt which was pressed inward with Sandra was quickly expelled as her pussy gushed with new juices. Her hands continued to thrust in and out of the younger woman's body but it was instinctive and unfocused. When Allyson was capable or regaining control of her own body she went after Sandra's with an avaricious appetite. Her tongue formed long full strokes around the entirety of her labia as her fingers ravaged her twat. Allyson continued to grind her pussy into Sandra's face as she worked her hands and mouth to their maximum. A few extra flicks of her tongue over her clit set Sandra off. Her body brimmed with waves of pleasure as her pussy attached itself to Allyson's fingers and sought to trap them within it. Her orgasm was just as powerful as her partner's and when it was finished she felt as if she were paralyzed beneath the leafy canopy above. The women would lay in their particularly dirty embrace for five minutes until they managed to separate themselves from each other. Then they cuddled in the dirty trail until enough time had passed for them to regain their energy. Shortly before the trail left town, a small waterfall flowed just off the beaten path. The two women did not reconvene their embraces and caresses until they had slipped beneath its cleansing flow. Their hands worked to clean the other's body and their tongues danced in a passionate and seemingly natural way. Soon their skin was free from mud and soil beneath the waning moments of sunshine. Their clothes got a similar treatment until they were at least semi-presentable. Allyson and Sandra shared one last kiss before dressing and slipping the rest of the way down the hillside. Simone had been waiting near the trail for the two women to reappear. She could tell by their mannerisms that Allyson had the opportunity to sample Sandra's wares and vice versa. She found herself lightly tinged with jealousy and called out for them when they were still a good distance away. The familiar shout had the desired effect and they walked farther away from each other than before. Simone thought that perhaps she now had an upper hand on Allyson that she may eventually be able to work to her advantage. That would be a route taken later. The three women worked their way through town towards the raft which would carry them back to the yacht. Sandra was slightly disappointed that they would be returning to the closer quarters of the yacht. She desperately wanted to taste Allyson's pussy beneath the steady rain of the showerhead and then in an actual bed. She was also hungry for some toys. She had detected some sort of sexual tension between Simone and Allyson and was certain that there were some more interesting aspects to it then normal. But her throbbing pussy would have to wait. Simone stopped them outside of a hotel and yelled up at a top floor window for Ryan and Alexis. Sandra was a bit curious about the arrangement but quickly dismissed anything deeper than precursory thoughts. Upstairs, Ryan and Alexis were in the shower, ignorant of those waiting outside the hotel for them. They were now quite familiar with one another's body and Alexis was working on mastering a new sexual art form. In the ancient bathing enclosure she kneeled as the semi cool water poured over she and her brother's form. Her hands were nervously tracing up and down Ryan's thighs as she watched his dick grow and unfurl before her. She was partially amused and partially intimidated as inch after inch of cock crept out from its recesses until it stood proudly in her face. Her innocent eyes flashed upwards to Ryan's eagerly anticipating face. Then one hand reached out and clasped the cock at the base and her mouth opened as she leaned in. Ryan hissed loudly as his sister's mouth engulfed the broad head of his penis. He was certain from the tight enclosure of her lips just beyond the flare of his phallus that she was filled. Her tongue caught him off guard as it traced up the tip of his cock and then slipped to its underside. It would swirl around the penis rhythmically as its inexperienced owner sampled untested territory. Ryan watched as the dark brown hair distanced itself from his cock and the cold water once again splashed onto its head. Then the warm embrace of Alexis' mouth returned and this time it pressed bravely deeper over his length. Ryan was surprised to see three inches of his cock disappear into her mouth. After a brief period of acclimation, Alexis began to bob her head up and down on the lightning rod of heat which filled her mouth. Her free hand was buried between her parted thighs and she found herself stimulated immensely by the sexual devotion this act proclaimed. Ryan's hips were gently rocking the cock deeper into her mouth and she was eagerly taking as much as possible into it. Her tongue was firmly trapped beneath the intrusion his shaft represented, but Ryan did not need it to be moving to enjoy it. Alexis found herself wanting to grin, but unable to, as she watched her brother's thighs shudder as he pressed himself farther and farther into the tight embrace of her mouth. Minutes later his cock would explode, almost unpredicted but for a small rolling spasm at its base. Alexis was completely unprepared for the eruption of fluid into her mouth. She had experienced its potential volume as his cum had continued to seep from her pussy for almost the entire day following multiple sexual encounters. She swallowed gulp after gulp of the sticky hot juice, her mouth filling with a salty aftertaste as it flowed down her throat. Ryan continued to drive his cock in and out of her mouth, his thrusts spilling fluid down her chin and to her breasts where it would linger momentarily before the shower rinsed it down the drain. Alexis licked the remaining pearls of the fluid from her lips and the tip of his cock before rising to meet him in a tight embrace. Ryan was grinning like a kid after Christmas morning, having found a delightful new toy. She ruffled his hair momentarily before she stepped into the humid air of their room. She was toweling her hair when she heard a knocking at the door and she carefully opened it, Ryan still in the shower, and saw Simone standing in the hallway. "Hurry your butt up. Your mom and Allyson are outside and if you keep them waiting any longer she is bound to come up here," the thin beauty demanded. That little piece of news was enough to put Alexis into action and she raced to pull her lover from the shower. Ryan also responded to the threat of impending damnation quickly. The siblings were dressed and dried within three minutes and hastily running downstairs. Ryan gave Alexis one last squeeze of the hand before they stepped into the street and into the line of sight of their mother. "Hey Mom," he greeted her. "How was your day?" Sandra did a little double take mentally as she pondered telling her son that she and Allyson had just finished eating each other out until they were melting in each other's arms. But she said responded with a "Great, how was yours?" Ryan had a similar thought run through his head, but only with his sister's hot virgin pussy instead of Allyson. "Mine was great too. I hardly want to leave!" "Me too. Let's get going before the sun completely goes down and we're stuck here." The happy party was full of secrets as they retreated down the path they had advanced upon earlier in the day. But with just over two weeks to go, there were plenty of secrets to be revealed and new ones to be made. Sea Sickness Ch. 05 The following day, there was a tension that persisted throughout the atmosphere aboard the luxurious yacht. Sandra had been trying to slip away with Allyson the whole afternoon, and Ryan and Alexis had been trying to inconspicuously reassure one another about their previous day’s activities. Simone and Allyson were the only ones who fully understood the reasons behind everyone’s edginess. Allyson was not quite ready to try and bring Sandra round to the idea of her son as a sexual partner and wanted to have another go at the mother’s pussy before turning her over. She called Simone to the bridge to arrange for some alone time. When the young woman entered the doorway, Allyson quickly gave her the instructions. “I need you to take Ryan and Alexis diving. They seem to want the opportunity to be alone and I want Alexis to be more open to the idea of having another woman around during their escapades. Take them scuba diving, but go without the wet suits. Show them the sights. That is all.” Simone was a little angered about being so quickly dismissed. Despite her subservient role in the relationship with the older woman, she still felt more than a bit of ownership towards her. And she had been less than thrilled when she had been told that Sandra had been the recipient of Allyson’s tongue lashings. And now she was to baby sit the fucking siblings while Allyson took advantage of their mother. She paused momentarily, thinking of offering some word of challenge to the plan, but her resistance folded before it even began. She returned to deck and relayed the information to the family. Ryan and Alexis both shared a knowing glance before responding in the affirmative. Sandra felt her stomach do a nervous back flip as she realized she would once again be alone with the woman who had pleasured her the day before. Some part of her wanted to resist the excitement which filled her stomach, but it was weak and could not battle the natural urge of her pussy. Ryan and Alexis had slipped below decks to gather the scuba gear when Simone reminded them to administer the injection prior to diving. The young couple shared the same glance that they had above the deck and retreated to the cabin. Alexis entered first and held the door for her younger brother. Once he was inside, she pressed the door shut and coyly leaned against the door. Ryan’s body crushed into hers and his hand hastily roamed over the many curves it had longed for throughout the night. The couple broke apart seconds later and Alexis flung herself face first on the bed. She wiggled her hips suggestively as she unnecessarily pulled her bathing suit bottoms down. With her ass raised in the air, she waited for her brother’s touch. Alexis would not have to wait long for Ryan. Standing by her side, Ryan slipped one hand between her thighs while the other prepped the needle. Alexis hissed as she felt the caress of his fingers against her naked pussy. They gently stroked over her sensitive outer lips in a slow circular motion. The sensation was so enticing she did not even feel the needle press into her skin and deposit its load into her tissue. She did notice however when the fingers abandoned their teasing approach and she was left with her ass in the air and a very warm sensation emanating from between her legs. Frustrated she rolled over onto her side as she fished her bikini bottoms back up. “Jerk,” she muttered for Ryan’s benefit. He gave her his cute lopsided grin and licked his fingers clean. Then he pulled her from the bed, a noticeable tent in his shorts. Together they nonchalantly returned to deck. Their mother was no where to be seen and Simone was waiting for them off the rear of the yacht. Alexis was a little peeved to see that Simone was wearing a very revealing white bikini that was really more string then fabric. She let her body language do the talking for her as the scuba tank was hoisted onto her back and Simone covered the basics of diving once more for their benefit. Then the siblings and their escort slipped beneath the waves into the silent alien world of the ocean. Ryan’s erection would fade as they swam deeper into the clear water. They were still not far from the island and were anchored over a shelf that extended from the island’s base. They were down about fifteen feet when they first saw the beautiful dark blots of the coral reef beneath them. Alexis whirled to her brother, one hand frantically pointing at was already obvious. The world beneath the waves was entirely foreign to the one above it. Strange and beautiful fish swam amongst the abstract growths of reef and sea life. For a while the trio forgot the other desires they had hoped for and enjoyed the uniqueness of this new frontier. Their path took them back towards the boat and soon the party found the anchor and its chain as it shot from the sandy floor towards the glistening azure of the world above. Alexis grabbed onto the chain and with a hearty kick of her fins, pushed her body in a looping circle around it. When she came round, she ran into Ryan’s chiseled form, lazily kicking beside her. The brother and sister’s bodies pressed to one another as a single hand extended from each of them to the anchor chain. The other hand had more interesting things to hold onto. Ryan’s hand slipped behind his sister and inside of her bathing suit. Alexis found her crotch pressed to his, as his hand caressed her buttocks for the second time that day. Her own hands waved in the water, slowly, as she kept herself at the same height as her brother. Ryan pulled his sister as close as possible and pressed his hand farther down into her bathing suit, his fingers feeling for the familiar hole which longed for them. Alexis moved just higher than him with a small flutter of her fins and his fingers slipped into the warmth of her opening. Alexis’s arms wrapped around the back of his head and pulled his mask to her chest as his fingers churned within her. Her legs now hung limply in the salt water as the small extremities of his hand twisted inside her. Ryan was not in a patient mood and wanted his sister’s warmth on his penis and not on his hand. Once he was certain that she was wet and wanting he worked to pull his shorts down beneath his balls. Alexis caught the motion and walked herself back down the chain with her hands until his penis was trapped between her thighs. Ryan’s hands pulled the bikini bottoms to the side and gave his phallus the opportunity it needed to hit home. For a moment the dark red of his tip and the light pink of her pussy stood out against the light blue of the water and sand beneath them. Then the tip disappeared into her body and the brother and sister were united in body once again. Everything was slowed underwater. Ryan’s strong urgent thrusts were slow and patient. Alexis’ twisting hips proved to only be softly gyrating. The world shut out all sensory experiences but for the echoing water’s embrace and the exploration of Ryan’s cock within Alexis’ pussy. The young couple braced themselves against the chain as they tried to fight the water’s subtle strength and truly enjoy the freedom of passionate sex. Alexis’ pussy was much warmer than the surrounding water and that became the focus of Ryan’s mind- the return to the heat of her clutching walls. The same was true for his sister, her mind could only focus on the heated burrowing of his length within her. Below them near the ocean floor, a jealous and highly aroused Simone circled. The two young people above her had been completely ignorant of her presence from the moment their skin made contact. Now she was the unwanted voyeur. The part about being unwanted bothered her; Allyson had dismissed her and Ryan had ignored her. The voyeurism and the strange ethereal effect of the water was profoundly arousing. Now she swam around the chain like a predator, her gaze never faltering from the union of the siblings’ intercourse. From ten feet below she could make out the slow wave like rock of Ryan’s balls against his sister’s thighs and the disappearing of his white shaft into her pink depths. It did not take a great deal of time for Simone’s body to demand treatment of its own needs. She returned to the chain to which the brother and sister clung, wrapping her own thighs around the heavy metal links and pressing her body into its stiffness. Her pussy ground into the cold steel surface, the flat portion of a single link tracing her pussy lips through her bathing suit before another would slip into place. Her labia embraced the rough chain between it and soon her hips were jerking quickly over it. From her new vantage point even more details of the siblings were available and she devoured each of them. The young brother and sister soon discovered that pleasure was most readily achievable if their movements were less pronounced and more focused in the region where penis and vagina met. Alexis’ hips cycloned in the water as Ryan rocked his penis in and out of his sister’s twat. The swirling motion of her pussy on his cock was intensely arousing as pressure would become pronounced in one area and then in another. Some form of suction had come into being within Alexis’ channel as a small bit of air fought the invading force of Ryan’s phallus and the salt water it brought with each thrust. Ryan came first this time, his semen spewing volcanically into his sister’s womb. Load after load of his body’s liquor squirted forth. The addition of this new liquid heat would bring Alexis to join him beneath the waves, their embrace tighter than ever before as their bodies celebrated their sexual union. The water around them warmed at the sudden introduction of Alexis’ fluid to the environment and they relaxed in the bath of their own creation. Simone had reached her own orgasm at that moment. It had not come until she had seen the spreading halo of Alexis’ juices in the water above her. The new mixture of fluid to the salt water filtered light differently then the rest, and some form of sanctimonious ring appeared around the meeting of their sexes. The cold unfeeling touch of her chain link lover would bring her to the point she had longed for, and soon she was wandering in a black and familiar world of sexual delight. Ryan and Alexis realized that they had been observed and enjoyed by their guide from their position above the sea floor. Alexis had arched one eyebrow and her cheeks had pulled back in an attempt at a smile within the diving gear. Simone was on the outside now and she possessed Ryan solely. That added another warm and fuzzy sensation to her already fluttering stomach. Sweet victory. Above them another sexual meeting was in process. As soon as the divers had flipped overboard, Sandra stripped naked and boldly strode up the cool hallway to the bridge. The short walk gave her the brief opportunity to evaluate what she was doing and who she was becoming. But the ability she had to arouse Allyson was an intoxicating strength, and one she wanted to revel in once more. Her large breasts bounced with every step as she padded eagerly towards her destination. The air condition circulated cold, pure oxygen all around her body and it helped to bring down the heat which had been flaring up within her. Her nipples stood proudly from her chest as she mounted the last steps and pushed open the door. Her goal sat facing away from her, staring out into the horizon. Sandra waited for a moment for Allyson to turn upon her entrance, but no reaction was apparent. She walked closer and closer, waiting for her partner to turn upon her and ravish her. But nothing happened. Finally she stood directly behind Allyson, her pussy soaking and body aching for her lover’s touch. When Allyson still did not respond, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She leaned into the back of Allyson’s chair and slid her palms down to the woman’s breasts. She caressed them for a moment before she came to a startling realization. Allyson wasn’t breathing! Sandra panicked and spun the chair back towards her. Allyson’s head slumped backwards but a ruby red hole in her forehead dripped a crimson liquid down her pale and lifeless skin. Sandra’s hand went to her mouth and she let out a scream of terror, whirling on what she had thought was an empty room. Two men leaned against the bulkhead behind her, a snarl on their face. They had obviously enjoyed Sandra’s little show, their erections apparent in their pants. Sandra stumbled backwards into the controls as they moved towards her. One was tall and the other was shorter and stockier. The tall man was with long unkempt black hair and a deep tan that was natural to his genetics. A bright red scar pulled his mouth back into a perpetual sneer. It traced from the corner of his lips to the bottom of his ear. The short of the two was heavily built, thick cords of muscles layered upon more muscle. He was shorter than Sandra and his completely shaven head and face glowed beneath the bright cabin lights. They were both covered in grime and grease and wore pistols on their hips with a nonchalant swagger. Sandra found herself stuck. There was no where for her to go as the two murderers approached. They conversed amongst themselves in a strange foreign language that she could not understand. It sounded similar to Spanish, but not quite the same to her untrained ear. The taller man’s long limb reached out and grabbed for one of her wrists. She pulled away and slapped at his hand. In return he pelted her across the side of her head. Sandra whimpered as the long fingers curled once more around her wrist with a steely grip and pulled her to her feet. The tall man appreciatively eyed the capture they had made. He had not wanted to kill the captain, but she had pushed too many of his little friends buttons. His partner had a tendency to violent outbursts and she had suffered from one of them. He was glad to discover that the captain was not the only beautiful woman on the ship. Now they had an attractive tourista with a great figure to play with before they stripped the yacht and sunk it. Sandra watched their eyes as they traced over her cleavage and her crossed legs, pondering the possibilities of what she hid there. They were not patient men and soon she would give it to them. The shorter one turned her around and pushed her face down onto the communications panel. Sandra clung to the strange knobs and cold instruments as a gun barrel pressed into the base of her neck. The two men began their journey over he body there. Two different hands found their way to her ass cheeks. They petted and scratched, pinched and squeezed every available inch of her well toned buttocks. Then the taller man’s long fingers found their way into her pussy. His first contact brought a string of foreign exclamations which she did not understand. The other man’s stubby fingers replaced the tall man’s on her lips. The two robbers and murderers were excited to discover that the American woman was wet. Very wet. Obviously she had been hoping for a moment with her lesbian captain and had not been prepared for them. Both men were quite eager to take advantage of that. Sandra felt the long man’s pointer finger began to stroke and rub over her aroused pussy. She shuddered as she felt her body respond to the touch of the hand guilty of killing Allyson. The finger pressed into her opening and dug a little deeper, up to a single knuckle. Finding her center wetter and hotter than the exterior lips, he continued deeper. Soon Sandra found herself the victim of a vigorous finger fucking. She knew the lecherous men would find her body’s depths very hot and inviting and she could feel the pleasure beginning to struggle to overcome the terror which was currently foremost in her mind. The stubby man’s little fingers swatted aside his partner’s and two of the fat digits pressed into her opening. The stretching sensation of being filled made Sandra’s hips squirm and the criminals correctly took it as encouragement. The fat man forcefully shoved the fingers into their full length, admiring his dirty dark skin’s contrast to her pink clean pussy. He drilled his fingers back and forth, twisting against her pussy’s sensitive walls. The jerky circular motions of his fingers brought out another shudder from Sandra. She was tired of this, tired of being molested, tired of enjoying it and she tried to push up off the control board. The pistol butt descended on one of her shoulders causing her to cry out in pain. She slumped back down, beaten and scared. The two men had grown tired of toying with their fingers. They really didn’t care whether or not Sandra enjoyed it. The sex was all for them. Sandra heard them unzip through a hazy numbness which had overtaken her conscious mind. Within seconds, she felt the first broad head of one of the men’s cocks press against her lips. The man leaned into her, pushing past any initial resistance and paused to savor the tight grip of the unwilling pussy. His desire to linger would not last long and soon Sandra was being pummeled into the console of the bridge’s communication equipment. Through a haze of tears she could see the dirty blue t-shirt of the taller man. Like him, his penis was long and slender and slightly misshapen. In her already sensitive and aroused state, Sandra could do little to fight the sensations of pleasure which filled her crotch. Her wetness was evidenced in the slurping noise her cunt made around the man’s cock as he neared the back of his strokes. She closed her eyes and tried to block the feelings out but the stimulation and the left over wanton lust proved impossible to restrain. The man was almost hitting her spot, but was just missing it each time. Sandra wanted him to fuck her, but she did not want him to know it. In an instinctive move she tried to squirm away and found in doing so, that his long rod would hammer home on the most sensitive of her interior walls. Little explosions of pleasure would respond to each brush of his head against her G-spot. So she squirmed again and again. The man could tell that she was faking trying to get away. If she had really been putting up a fight she could have hurt him, but her upper body remained still and only her ass and hips shifted around. He also could sense the growing spasms within her pussy and could feel the moisture beginning to accumulate over the surface of his cock and on his balls when they slapped into her labia. The other man was cheering him on, while stroking a short but very wide cock. He would soon be ready to join in the fray, but was still getting used to the idea of having a chance to take such a beautiful foreigner for a ride. The taller man with the long cock gripped her hips more firmly as he felt himself nearing his orgasm. He let out a shuddering groan as he came in her pussy, his dirty seed filling her. It had been a long time since his last go round with anything other than his hand and the repeated bursts of his fluid evidenced that quite aptly. Sandra was disappointed that he had reached his limit so quickly, despite the trepidation she felt of being trapped with the men. If she was going to die, she wanted to at least die pleasurably. The short man had finished waiting and his ape-like arms grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head into his lap. He had taken a seat in the chair beside Allyson’s dead body, his cock protruding five inches over a heavily haired crotch. Sandra gagged at the smell and taste of his cock as her mouth was forced down over its wide circumference. The dick was not too long, but was much wider than normal, and her jaw was painfully stretched. The man fucked her mouth, his hips driving forward and his hand pressing down on her head. His short legs braced against the metal foot rests of the chair as he pummeled the head of his penis into her orifice. Sandra felt the effects of her fucking and arousal wearing off as the semen cooled within her, and the second rapist grew more violent and urgent in his treatment of her. He yelled at her, his words indecipherable to her, and slapped her on the back of her head. The hit jammed her mouth down to the base of his cock and put a thatch of hair inside her lips. By the time she withdrew slightly, she had the dirty taste of unwashed cock mingling with loose pubic hair. Sea Sickness Ch. 05 The short man would not last much longer than his partner; strange swear words and exclamations echoing into the room as he spurted his heavy bursts of fluid into her throat. Sandra gagged as it poured into the depths and her face was once more pressed down to his cock’s base. She couldn’t breath, except to inhale more of the man’s semen and its heavy salt flavor made her want to vomit. That was when she heard Ryan’s alarmed cry. The younger group had returned to the surface of the water about ten minutes after Ryan and Alexis had concluded their intercourse. Oxygen had been running low and everyone was eager to get back into the sunshine. Ryan had been slightly worried when he saw the small rundown motor boat tied to the side of the yacht. Simone’s reaction had worried him even more. “Ryan, Alexis, quietly swim here now,” she had hissed. The siblings had obeyed and had listened fearfully as she had detailed what she thought was going on. “I think we’re being hijacked. At least the yacht is. Its not uncommon in these parts for robbers and thieves to steal and strip private boats like ours. I’m worried because they don’t tend to be friendly towards passengers. And your mom and Allyson are on board.” “What do we do,” Ryan had asked. “Alexis, you stay in the water. Hide near the rear, just beneath the diving shelf. Stay away from the engines in case they start up. Don’t come up, unless Ryan or I come and get you.” Alexis tried objecting, not wanting to leave her lover’s side. “No sis. You can’t come. We don’t know what these people want or what will happen. Stay here and we’ll come get you as soon as mom and Allyson are safe. Okay?” The forlorn young woman splashed at the water, before her head gave a small nod of acceptance. Ryan pulled his sister close, their lips locking together briefly. He muttered a small, “I love you”, before pulling himself up onto the rear deck of the yacht. Allyson and Ryan removed the gear as quietly as possible and stored it just to the side of the exit of the main cabin of the yacht. It was out of sight and would not be obvious to someone unfamiliar with the ship. The two very worried and anxious individuals slipped into the interior of the yacht. Their progress was swift. They first arrived at the passenger’s room and Ryan was slightly put off to discover his mother’s bathing suit and clothing discarded carelessly on the floor. More worried then ever they moved towards the bridge. Ryan led the way, being the brave young man, as they crept towards the slightly ajar door. But when he saw his mother, her head forcefully buried in a dirty fuck’s crotch, he could not resist the urge to cry out. He did not see the third person in the room until it was too late. A tall darkly skinned native spun into the doorway, his pants around his ankles. Ryan was caught first by the dirty penis covered in fluids from a recent sexual encounter, and secondly by the large hand gun pointed at his face. Hating his stupidity he raised his hands into the air and was yanked into the room. Simone followed shortly afterwards. Ryan had the momentary thought that this was part of Allyson’s plan, until he saw her pale skin and the single dark hole in her forehead. There was no way that was staged. More petrified then ever, he slid up against the far wall with Simone beside him. Ryan’s naked mother was soon thrown to the floor at her son’s feet. She had been well used by the men, but the introduction of the two new individuals had inspired them once more. The tall man already had another erection as he eyed Simone’s small nubile frame. She looked almost like a child, with her small firm breasts and her slender hips. The man was stroking his penis lazily as he held the gun over the party. Soon the shorter man stood beside him and they hastily spoke together in their native language. Some agreement was quickly reached. One of the men questioned Simone, having noticed her apparent understanding of their tongue. Simone nodded to the men and interpreted for Ryan and Sandra’s benefit. “They are from another island. It is much poorer so they rob often. I don’t think their intentions are good. They told me to tell you that your mother is very good at sucking cock.” Sandra cringed as she heard the information relayed to her only son. She was trying as best as she could to cover herself in her presence, but there really was no place she could hide from the eyes of everyone. One of the men shouted, waving his gun threateningly. “He wants you to put your hands at your side,” Simone explained. “Please, no, he’s my son. Please not now. I’ll do anything, just not in front of my son,” Sandra pleaded. Simone interpreted for their captors. Sandra’s begging only brought cruel laughter and more discussion between the two men. One of them questioned Simone about something. Her answer sent the short one scurrying to a file cabinet on the far side of the bridge. He dug in the drawer momentarily till he came up with zip ties and some rope. Simone looked at the floor, knowing what was coming next. One of the captors kept a gun trained on them, its black barrel wavering from one to the other. The short man approached Ryan and yanked his arms behind his back. Three of the zip ties were tightly slipped into position around his wrists, securing them together. The man then needlessly hammered the pistol but into his head, dropping the eighteen year old to the floor. Sandra flew to his side, but the stocky man grabbed her by her hair and drug him away from her son’s crumpled form. Ryan looked up through bleary eyes as her mother was dragged back to the chair she had first been bent over when he had entered the room. The other man yelled to Simone and she dutifully paced towards him, her head down. Ryan tried pushing himself to his feet but the gun quickly aimed back towards him. He slumped back to the ground, his bound hands pressing against the side of his head. The men kept the guns tightly wound in their hands, but their eyes were focused on the women before them. Another shouted command and Simone unlaced her bikini top and let it fall to the ground. A well practiced submissive, she did not even falter when she undid her bottoms. Inside of her there was a deep rage at the simplicity with she acted. She wished she would be as resistant as Sandra was. For the second time in the afternoon, Sandra found herself bent over the console. This time, the short stocky man wanted to have his way inside of her. His wide penis slid easily into her hole. The width tried her vagina’s flexibility a bit, but it quickly adjusted. Sandra was no longer as aroused and horny as she had been earlier, so she just lay across the hard plastic controls as the man eagerly fucked into her body. In and out, in and out, she seesawed. Sandra could feel the cold touch of steel against her thigh as the short fat prick buried himself within her. Sandra was grateful when she felt the sudden wash of molten liquid within her. The man had ejaculated quickly inside of her. Her task was not quite finished however. Once again, she was forced to her knees before his penis and once again she was forced to lick the dirty little appendage clean. The softening prick was easier to handle then before, but it still tasted just as terrible. A mixture of the two men’s come and her own vaginal secretions filled her mouth and nostrils. Sandra remembered her taste from Allyson, and she found herself on the verge of tears. Simone was faring no better than Ryan’s mother. The taller man had turned the stool around, facing towards the young man and had bent her over it. Simone heard the sound of him spitting in his hand and felt the momentary brush of his penis head over her butt cheeks. She knew what would come next. Allyson had teased her anally on repeated occasion, but she had never had anything the size of the man’s cock put there. Trying to control her emotions, Simone focused on relaxing the delicate muscle in her backside as the long dick begin to penetrate. Her anus let the head in with a small pop, but the tall pirate had to twist his hips a little to drive the rest of his length into her hole. Once he had satisfied himself with reaching her depths, he begin to pummel the penis in and out of her. Simone’s relaxation evaporated as the rod rudely drove in and out of her asshole with little lubrication. She let out small grunts and gasps of pain as the man would reach maximum penetration. The cock seemed to reach into her stomach and she felt some pain there. She tried to keep her eyes close as the long slender dick drove into her body over and over again, taking her in a way she would never have considered or offered. The pain only magnified when the man’s free hand begin to rhythmically slap her ass cheeks. She could see the long fingers and red palm as it raised in the hair and came whooshing back down again. Simone’s muscles began to shake from the stress she was under and her head dropped to the seat as her fingers dug into the chair back. How she wished it would end. The pirate was loving the tightness and pull of the young woman’s asshole. It was a rare opportunity to fuck such a pretty girl, but even more rare to be able to screw her in the ass. His long slender cock was built for ass fucking. It filled the tighter hole completely and its length reached uncharted depths. The sensation of having control and of being in power over their captives was too arousing. As he watched the young lady slump into the chair, her ass cheeks burning red, he knew he had beaten her. His cock rejoiced with him as it unloaded the second of its burdens that day. His balls skipped a beat as his jizz exploded into her bowels. Simone groaned as the liquid entered her stomach the wrong way. She was in significant discomfort and her backside ached terribly from the slaps. But it was over and she was grateful for that at least. Once the man was done coming he spun her around and shoved her to the floor, away from him. His partner was still being serviced orally by Ryan’s mom, but it was more for cleaning than arousal. Sandra was crying once again as she wondered about her fate. The one glimmer of hope was that Alexis had not been captured. She feared what they would force her to submit to if they had access to her young lithe body. Above her bent head, the stocky man began to chatter again. His hands were waving at something near Ryan, but Sandra dared not look. The tall man laughed heartily at whatever was said and yelled at Simone. Simone translated as ordered. “Sandra. Sandra, they want you to look at Ryan.” Sandra did as told, but saw nothing more than her son curled against the wall, his knees to his chest. That was, at least, until the men yelled at him and waved the guns in his direction. “Ryan they want you to lower your legs. They want you to show your mom what you have there.” Ryan blushed furiously as his legs slid to the floor and his erection tented up in his shorts. Sandra felt a terrible sense of embarrassment as she realized her son was aroused by the blatant sexuality of their situation. Her matronly instinct explained it away as being a problem of his sex and of his age, but the societal instinct wanted to condemn him for his arousal by watching two women get raped- one of them his own mother. She would turn to look back up at her captives when they burst into another excited chatter. Simone looked worriedly over at Ryan’s mother, wondering how she would respond to their next request. “Sandra. They want you to. You know. With Ryan.” Sandra looked back at her, her mind not wanting to comprehend the suggestion. “They want you to fuck your son, Sandra. They want you to let Ryan fuck you. They say they will kill us all if you don’t.” Sandra stared from Simone back to her son’s erection and then to his face. It looked like he was about to cry. How could she bring herself to service her own son? She couldn’t. There was no way. She wouldn’t. Sandra turned back to the two men with an angry sneer on her face. “Never,” she yelled. Immediately the guns left their resting place and aimed at her face. Sandra closed her eyes and accepted her fate. “Never,” she said more quietly. She heard the guns click as a bullet entered the chamber. She wondered if this was how her life would end. Was this all there was? Sea Sickness Ch. 06 The answer came soon enough. A pair of loud gunshots echoed through the room and Sandra went deaf. When she reopened them, she was surprised to find that she was still alive and that their captors were not. Simone was also just realizing that Ryan's mother had not been executed and that the men who had murdered her partner were. A timid and shivering young woman stepped through the opening in the bulkhead and dropped a large semi-automatic pistol to the floor. The sound of a heavy metal object striking the metal of the floor was empty compared to the ringing still pulsing inside the heads of the living members of the yacht's passengers. Alexis ran to her naked mother's side and embraced her. Ryan remained where he was, stunned and motionless, feeling more helpless then ever before in his short life. Moments ago he had thought that everything was going to end terribly. Now there was hope again, and his family was still complete. It would take about half an hour of recovery before Simone managed to pull herself from Allyson's lifeless form. She shed nary a tear, but her heart was broken. Despite the intense sexuality of their relationship, there was an undeniable love for one another that often had taken second chair. Now those feelings could never be voiced. Allyson was dead. The young American family dressed as they waited for the local police to arrive. When they did they quickly identified the two men as pirates and well known criminals. They were unable to help much with Allyson, only to recommend a local cabinet maker who occasionally built caskets. Late at night the remaining members of Allyson's party rowed to shore and carried the stiffening form of their captain to the local doctor who would do the necessary embalming and preservation for the long trip home. Ryan pried Simone, his first lover of the journey, from her partner's side and escorted her back to the hotel room they had rented for the evening. No one slept, though everyone pretended too. The experience had been traumatizing and would be difficult to forget. By mid-afternoon, the body had been safely prepared and hurried down to the yacht by a team of native workers. It and its coffin, a pinewood box, were stowed away beneath deck with the rest of the infrequently used cargo. An hour or so later, the passengers re-boarded and the long journey home began. Ryan felt personally responsible for the tragedy. This vacation had been arranged so that his fantasies could be fulfilled. They had been halfway finished when it all came crashing down. Allyson would not have been out here if it were not for him. Now she was dead. Ryan stared off into the wake of the yacht as its engines pushed it out to see and towards home and the status quo. Perhaps that is what bothered him most. Alexis had not even been by to see him since that night. She had avoided him and spent all her time with their mother and with Simone. It seemed as if the women had turned to each other for emotional support and had forgotten him. With another sigh, Ryan collapsed backwards into his deck chair and counted the minutes as they ticked by. Ryan had not been forgotten by his sister. In fact, she was having a hard time keeping from thinking about him. She wanted to be with him right then, alone, screwing passionately without a care in the world. But things had changed and there were other issues which needed to be taken care of. The first of those was her mother. She had not eaten or slept in two days and was constantly crying. Half the time her body didn't even have the strength to sob or tear up. Instead she just rocked on the bed, her bloodshot eyes focused on the floor. Alexis was determined to be there for her mother. Life had been tough and now the violence of the end of the vacation no doubt brought some sense of personal responsibility to Sandra's mind. Alexis would go to her side and stare there, constantly trying to reassure her mother that everything was okay, that they were safe now. There was no way that Alexis could have known that her mother was not mourning from the abruptness and violence of Allyson's death. She was not traumatized by the action as much as she was by whom it was perpetrated against. Sandra had felt a new freedom since she had been with Allyson and had been on the verge of truly freeing herself from self-imposed restraints when she had discovered the murderers and her lover's body. For hours she just stared at the floor, vaguely hearing her daughter's coos of sympathy and encouragement. She had to tell someone about she and Allyson's connection. But she was too afraid of Simone's own personal attachment to the woman to confide in her. With some suddenness, Sandra realized that her only confidante had to be her daughter. She spoke in a broken pattern, her voice cut off by sobs and tears. "Alexis- I miss Allyson. I really miss her. She was special." "I know Mom. I really do, she was a wonderful lady and this trip was so perfect," Alexis answered. "No, Alexis. Not like that. I miss her because. Well, because she helped set me free." Once again Alexis answered, "I'm sorry Mom. She did that for a lot of us. She was so strong." Sandra cut her daughter off. "She was strong and she was wonderful. But more than that I loved her. She and I, we made love the day you and your brother were in the city. We did it on a mountaintop and in the dirt and in a waterfall. I haven't been so happy since, well, forever." Alexis' jaw dropped at her mother's statement and it was her turn to sink back to the bed. Allyson and her mother? Was her mother a lesbian? Was she bisexual? How could that have happened? Why would her mother do something like that? The questions raced through her mind at a steady pace, seemingly with no answers. But then she looked back up to her mother and saw her crying again and she knew that none of those questions mattered. Alexis pulled her mother's tear streaked face down to her bare shoulder. "I'm sorry Mom. I had no idea. I'm so sorry," the nineteen year old sputtered. How she wished she could reassure her, make her feel free again. Out of the deepest of loves for her mother, Alexis began to kiss across her mother's forehead. Her lips gently brushed across skin and tears. Over and over she kissed her, never pausing for a moment. It was not until she felt her lips meet her mother's and an electric shock raced through her that she stopped. Stunned, she leaned away from her mother and stared. Sandra had not felt the urge come over her, but as kiss after kiss landed on her face, her mind turned to other desires. She wanted her daughter to understand what she and Allyson had shared. She needed her to understand it, or the chasm would never close. In some wild sensibility, it was logical to Sandra to kiss her oldest child as a lover. When Alexis recoiled in shock, Sandra was stung. In her unstable emotional state she made her next decision. She leaned back to her daughter, one hand drifting to the back of Alexis' neck and pulling her lips back to her own. Alexis surrendered hesitantly to her mother's encouragement. She was willing to do anything and go anywhere to ensure that her mother was okay. The idea of incest had long ceased to be relevant in her mind and actions; her bouts with her brother had seen to that. Instead she found herself nervous and unsteady about the idea of kissing a woman. At first the kisses were soft teasing caresses. The lips of the two women barely breezed over the others before they parted then darted closer once more. Their breath would linger on each other's faces as they taunted one another. Sandra would have enough first and would press her lips firmly to her daughter and slip her tongue inside her mouth. At first their tongues evaded one another, than they battled as the younger and older woman fought for supremacy. Alexis' hands wandered to her mother's neckline and the edges of her bathrobe. They tugged with an inexperienced urgency at the soft terry cloth and pulled it from her shoulders. Once her mother's breasts were freed, Alexis' hands would hesitantly reach for them. Sandra was too aroused and too emotionally charged to wait for inexperience. Her own hands would meet Alexis' and guide them to the tips of her breasts. She savored her daughter's dainty hands as they slowly stroked over her globes. Alexis's nails would drag across the underside of her breasts, causing her to gasp between kisses. Then Sandra needed more and she pulled her daughter down to the bed. Sandra slid to the foot of the bed, crouched like a predator on the hunt. Alexis lay, her long hair splayed across the pillow and her stomach rising and falling steadily. She wanted her mother's touch to return; she wanted to feel the warmth of her body smothering hers. She wanted her breasts, and her ass, and her pussy, and her thighs, and her mouth. She wanted to belong to her mother, and her mother to belong to her. Alexis would not have long to wait. Sandra crawled between the triangle formed by her daughter's legs and slid her hands the whole way. They traced from the tops of her knees, over the smooth blemish free skin of her daughter's youthful thighs, until they made contact with the edges of her bikini bottoms. Then gently she removed them, her mouth watering at the sight of smooth shaved skin and then glorious pink folds. Once the bottoms were safely tossed to the floor, Sandra's hands returned once more to her daughter's thighs. They lazily stroked and jumped across the tan skin, inching their way towards the lighter color skin that had been covered moments before. Soon her hands would frame the joining of Alexis' hips to her pelvic bone and her thumbs would tease the sensitive areas closest to her center. Alexis' hands were beneath her own top now, tugging at her hidden nipples and squeezing the young full breasts it contained. Alexis remembered the need that had filled her when she was with Ryan in the town square. Her center burned with the same torturous heat and her mouth went dry as it longed for more. Her hands continued their urgent journey over her own chest, filling a void that her mother's foreplay created. Her eyes would remain locked on the older woman who had given her the body she now possessed. Her deep brown eyes would never leave their focus on the full red lips inching their way towards her body. Again, Sandra would dance her mouth and breath over eager flesh. Her tongue traced the inner edges of her daughter's thighs, retreating only when it neared Alexis' pink folds. Sandra could scent her daughter's excitement- the strong flavorful odor of desire. Her hands continued their haphazard race over Alexis' leg as Sandra fought to keep from surrendering to her need. Only when one of her own hands abandoned Alexis' thighs was it that she gave in. As her own fingers slipped between her lips, Sandra lowered her hair slowly to Alexis' pussy. Alexis arched in the air, her grip clenching down on her tits as she felt the long thin strands of hair pile near her pussy and then the final delight of a mouth embracing her folds. Alexis writhed instantaneously as her mother's tongue pressed its way into her. She could feel it squirm into her folds, pressing the pink layers of skin aside as it sought her center. "Oh God, Mom, yes! Please! More!" Alexis was surprised to hear the urgency in her own cry, but forgot it as the tongue within her retreated then charged forward again. Sandra's spare hand staid its grip on Alexis' thigh as her other riveted itself into her twat. She was surprised by how wet her twat was upon her fingers entrance but savored the relief they brought. Naked beneath the cycling fan she pleasured herself as her tongue carried the delicious taste of her daughter's pussy to her mouth. By now, her daughter's legs were wrapped over her shoulders, their smooth surface weighing into her bare back. Sandra looked up her daughter's body, over the hands still tucked within her top, and studied the face which cried out repeatedly in pleasure. Her daughter was beautiful, her features a striking blend of her own and her ex's best. Something within her mind was triggered by the preponderance of her role in Alexis' creation. This woman had been carried within her, and now she was smothering herself in her pussy. The irony and taboo was slightly striking then, but Sandra was not surprised by her body's trembling, explosive reaction. She had known that she was aroused by the thought the moment she had lowered her mouth to her daughter's pussy. Sandra's thighs closed on the hand that divided them, trapping twitching fingers within her depths. Alexis was too caught up in her own world to realize her mother had orgasmed. The tongue darting in and out of her pussy was pushing her to the heights of sexual bliss. Then she was there. The sweet open expanse of sexual orgasm. Her mind went blank and her body acted on its own as juices flooded her thighs. Had her mother's open mouth not caught the fluid, she would have squirted all over the bed. But conveniently Sandra was there, and she was more then happy to slurp down the fluid. Another cry of "Mommy yes" escaped Alexis' open mouth as she shuddered on the bed. Sandra would remain between her thighs, lapping the liquid which had escaped her mouth's enclosure. She savored the quieting of their sexual union- the time where orgasms fade and emotional attachment builds. She had never felt like she could touch her daughter's soul, until now. Now she knew that she mattered, that even as a mother, she was relevant and important. Alexis was feeling the same thing, only experiencing the emotions from the standpoint of a young adult about to strike out on their own in the world. That, along with a mighty powerful orgasm, was the reward of what had just occurred. Alexis reached down, her hands cupping her mother's face and pulling her away from her leech like fixation with her pussy. She drew her up her body, their lips once again meeting. This time they shared the taste of the daughter's fluids and the symbolism of what they had just done. Fifteen minutes later, Ryan would enter the bedroom, his tan skin feeling slightly stiff from the large amount of sun he had received. His mind and cock were triggered by the familiar scent of his lover's sex and he immediately focused on her. She lay in the bed with her bathing suit on, curled in a small ball beside their sleeping mother. Not daring to disturb them with his own need, he retreated once more to the deck in search of Simone. But Simone was nowhere to be found on deck, or in the control room. Ryan assumed that she avoided it at all costs, much like the other passengers. The memories of the night's brutality were far too fresh to ignore and he found his erection fade with his own depression. Once again he retreated to the deck and angrily threw himself down into a deck chair. For the rest of the afternoon he would remain there, skulking at how life had wronged him and what a great injustice had occurred. Hours later Simone's thin shadow would drift over him and one of her cool hands would caress his shoulder. "Ryan- we have some dinner ready. We're going to eat in the cabin, if that's okay. Whenever you want, come and get some." Simone turned to walk away, but paused one more time, "I'm sorry. It shouldn't have gone this way." Ryan tried staying aloof and angry but only lasted a few more minutes before his growling stomach spurred him to action. He would be too angry to ogle the three beauties who sat cross-legged on the bed before him. Ryan ate quietly and quickly, scarfing down chips and a sandwich before he fled back to his retreat on deck. Simone, even more than Ryan, felt alone. She had not been abandoned as he had. She did not have a lover with her any longer to comfort and be comforted by. She knew of Sandra and Alexis' sex inside the cabin. She had seen it on the video feeds, but she had watched thinking only of Allyson and her. Tiring quickly of the memories she had retreated to the cabin that she and her mistress had shared. Simone, in some misguided desire for the familiar, slipped her clothing from her body and lay spread eagled on the bed. She bound her feet first and then her left wrist before she applied the final handcuff. Then Simone stared at the ceiling, softly crying, wishing someone was there to tell her what to do. It wasn't that she was helpless on her own- she had just felt safer and more complete when her mistress was there, guiding her every action. The ship floated softly on the waves as night fell and the sun disappeared beneath the horizon. Despite the small size of quarters and private space, the passengers were all inexorably separated, except for the mother and daughter. Ryan would wait until the air began to chill before he slipped below decks and entered the cabin. On the bed his mother lay, one arm draped over his sister's waist, both apparently deep in sleep. Ryan didn't want to sleep anywhere but in the bed, so he too joined the duo on the bed. He nestled in close to his sister's body, until their joints bent in the same way and their shapes mirrored each others. He was about to drift to sleep when he felt a subtle brush against his hip bone. At first he thought his sister had stirred in her sleep, but when the hand fished for the edge of his shorts, he felt his heart begin to race. Thoughts of abandonment evaporated as the coy little digits crept their way through the darkness to his rapidly hardening cock. Then they took hold of the shaft and began to slowly stroke. Ryan fought off an onrushing groan as his prick danced to life. He feared waking his mother and revealing his sister and he's relationship. Alexis tried to contain her smirk. She had sensed Ryan's frustrations about losing the rest of the vacation, about Allyson's death, and about not spending time with her. She had pretended to sleep until she was certain that her mother was truly out. Once she felt secure with it she had reached for her brother's length and begun to offer him her consolation prize. The stroke was slow and steady, constant pressure surrounding a three inch area of his cock's surface. Alexis's hand would grip firmly at the base then gradually loosen as it slid upward, barely coming in contact with the ridge of his head. Ryan would rock his hips slightly in tune with her hands stroking, his eyes glazed over and staring into the blackness which covered them. His sister's forearm was beginning to work into a tizzy of rapid strokes as her own desire and amusement grew in response to Ryan's enthusiastic response. Ryan could feel himself beginning to ride the steady upward wave towards climax when suddenly Alexis stopped. Ryan froze too, fearful that perhaps their mother had woken and spooked her. After a thirty second pause, the stroking picked up where it had left off. Alexis had been delivered an unexpected surprise. At first she had thought her mother had woken or stirred in her sleep when her hand had slipped to the small of her back. That notion had changed when she felt the hand slip into her bikini bottoms and began to slid over her ass towards the cleft above her thighs. Its incessant downward journey would not end until two fingers reached her juicy center. Alexis had to squirm to allow her mother's fingers entrance as her thighs rested, one over the other. Another couple of seconds and the two fingers were easily sliding over her lubricated folds. Once Alexis was certain that her mother was pleasuring her, unaware of her attention to Ryan's needs she resumed her stroking of his long hard shaft. It took all she could to keep from giggling out loud. Her mother, behind her was fingering her twat, and her brother was busy thrusting into her hand. And as far as she could tell, they were completely unaware of the chain of mutual masturbation they had formed. Alexis decided to up the ante a bit and slid her remaining arm out from underneath her and back behind her body. It was uncomfortable, laying like that on her side, but the uniqueness of the opportunity made it worthwhile. Sea Sickness Ch. 06 With her free hand Alexis found her mother's already spread legs and the sopping wet cunt that they framed. Alexis' hand had to displace one of her mother's as it worked to bring pleasure to both of her sleeping partners. Alexis timed the strokes on her brother's cock with the jerky thrusts of her fingers into her mother's pussy. It was a tough challenge, keeping any sort of timing, while her own pussy was being pleasured. Alexis could feel herself getting closer and decided to try and finish the game quickly. Sandra hungrily thrust her fingers into her daughter's pussy. She had wanted to have another opportunity to finger the tight depths, but had been unable to because of the frequent interruptions from Ryan and Simone. Now with Ryan sleeping, she was coyly fucking her daughter's pussy. Sandra was certain that Alexis had been needing the same thing, as her lips and channel had been soaking wet upon her fingers' first contact with them. And now she could sense from the tightening spasms coming from within, that Alexis was close to coming. Ryan was having a hard time controlling his breathing and the subtlety of his movements. The steady up and down thrust of his sister's soft palm over his cock was driving him wild and he wanted to hammer into its cupped frame until his cum flew from his dick. He knew he did not have longer now and he hugged his pillow tightly, hoping to maintain composure just a while longer. Alexis would come first, her hips jerking violently once before she managed to still them. Her mother's hands had obviously had some experience with pussy before (although Alexis assumed most of it was self-induced). And now with the fingers rolling in past her labia and into the tighter hotter depths of her pussy walls, she was unable to control her own need any longer. She bit her bottom lip, but still failed to totally stop a soft whimper from escaping her throat. Ryan heard it and knew what it meant. He had felt some sort of brushing over his buttocks that was not intentional and he was pretty certain his sister was masturbating herself while she gave him a hand job. That small little cry of escape was enough to make Ryan come. His cock jumped in the small hand which held its length and Ryan's muscles tensed as he felt his semen run down the length of his cock and spurt from its tip. Just in time, Alexis' hand slipped over his penis' head catching the pooling hot fluid. Sandra had heard and felt her daughter's orgasm. Inside of the nineteen year old pussy, a riot of muscle spasms and a flood of pungent sexual juice had exploded. Sandra's stroking slowed to a slow pet and she focused on the stimulation her daughter was giving her. Within seconds of her brain turning a spot light onto the sensations roiling within her core, Sandra reached the third orgasm of the party. Hers was smaller and more contained then her daughter's and she rolled back into her pillow, her mind fading into a blissful realm of relaxation. Alexis was delighted with the way things had turned out. She was still uncertain how each of her partners would react had they known the full story behind the evening and decided to play it a little safer later on. But in the meantime she had a handful of fluid to take care of. Once Ryan's penis had stopped twitching within his shorts she pulled her hand, still cradling his seed, from their elastic waist and raised it slowly to her lips. With her own mouth right beside Ryan's ear she slurped down the salty, sticky puddle and licked her hand clean. She made sure to make a little noise, so he knew exactly what was going on. Once the thick man fluid was downed, she rolled to the other side, facing her mother. Staring at the barely outlined silhouette of the female beside her, she began to lick her fingers clean. One by one she sucked her mother's juices off of them until they too were spotless. Then with a cat-like grin she rolled back into her portion of the bed and immediately fell asleep. Both of her sexual partners, her mother and brother, would lie awake a while longer. Their minds were still caught up with the intense sexual desire exhibited in her last action. Eventually they too would sleep- that final knowledge of their sister/daughter tasting their bodies' sexual secretions. The next morning, when everyone awoke, there was a noticeable difference in the tension that had dominated the days prior. The family was friendly with one another, even bordering on chatty as they vied for each others attentions. Only Simone's mood had not improved. She had fallen asleep in the bondage that she had so often surrendered to Allyson. Rest had not come easily but it had finally come. Early the next morning her alarm would sound and she would force herself to rise to face another day. After deftly tripping the release on the handcuff she removed the remaining restraints and dressed. From there she would bury herself in the monotony of routine. First she restarted the engines from the night before and set a course towards home. Then it was off to busy work- checking fuel levels, making sure the pumps were operating properly, listening to radio chatter, and reviewing weather reports. A large named storm was threatening to cut directly across their return route. Simone knew she would not be able to outrun it, and unless she turned around, they would be caught in the outskirts of the foul weather. After studying nautical maps of their locale, Simone made a decision to move the yacht closer to a small chain of islands and into a natural cove formed by the reefs in the area. There the yacht would have some shelter from the harsh winds and waves and Simone would be able to anchor the boat. The trip would only take several hours and the storm would not hit for another day. Ryan, Alexis, and Sandra listened to Simone's monotone expression of the coming storm, the need to anchor the boat in the coat, and its estimated time of arrival the following day, as well as how it would effect the time frame for the return home. All three found themselves slightly depressed by the remaining crew member's demeanor. They understood why she would be so, but found themselves wishing that they did not have to be around it. Ryan proposed a solution. "Could Alexis and I row over to the islands? They aren't big enough to get lost on, and there are no other people around. We could explore and then row back tonight." Simone just quietly nodded her approval. Sandra desperately wanted to go with them and avoid the gloomy fourth member of their party, but she found herself unable to do so. It was too cruel and Sandra still felt the sharp sting of losing Allyson. Deciding that it would be unconscionable to abandon her, Sandra agreed to stay behind. Immediately, Ryan moved to lower the large rowboat that was suspended off the rear of the boat. Alexis knew why he was so excited, and found herself mirroring his enthusiasm. The young siblings rowed energetically towards the slim swath of islands that cut through the surface of the water. Sandra stared off the rear of the boat as she watched her son and daughter slip off to have a day of fun. She just hoped that Simone would not be entirely depressing company. Sea Sickness Ch. 07 Alexis and Ryan were learning a bit of self-control. Ryan had rowed them out there, his eyes glancing from his sister's coy grin to his mother's receding silhouette off the backside of the yacht. By the time they reached shore, she was a small figure, but one that still threatened his secret so he decided not to make an immediate move towards his sister until they had cleared a small sand dune that peaked on the beach. Once safely out of eyeshot, there was no need for propriety. He had just reached the bottom of the other side and was about to turn and pounce on Alexis, but she got to him first. The sudden whoosh of his shorts and the caress of a warm breeze on his balls notified him that Alexis was eager for the opportunity to screw once more. Alexis had been extraordinarily wet, waiting for the chance to slide onto her brother's cock. The night before had provided a new set of adventures, but she had woken to the longing to be filled and fingers or tongues could not remedy that cry. In the sand she dropped to her knees before her brother as he awkwardly pivoted to her, his shorts tripping him up. By the time Ryan made it around, his sister's eyes were watching him and her hands were cupped and ready for the presentation of his penis. Ryan was not used to seeing his sister behave in such a wanton way, but he had no objections to offer as her mouth opened and her tongue slid its way up his flaccid length. One of his hands meandered to her hair and pulled it up out of the way of the vision of his sister working to harden his cock. Alexis loved the control she had on her knees before her brother. Already his warm penis was hardening and growing beneath the gentle touch of her lips and tongue. She felt her hair pulled back from her face and mouth, and determined to put on a show that would be worth watching. Slowly the rod in her hand worked its way up to its full eight inch length. Ryan was beginning to thrust his cock at his sister's mouth as it reached its full size. He liked the soft touch of her teasing, but wanted more. He had waited too long, fantasized too much, to have the tortured foreplay be prolonged. With another coy glance from his kneeling sister, his cock was allowed entrance into the warm recess of her mouth. Alexis grinned as the cock slid into her mouth, its wide circumference stretching her lips apart and pushing her tongue to the bottom of her jaw. With Ryan's hand still firmly on the back of her head and with his eyes burning a hole into her mouth, Alexis began to eagerly suck on the length of the cock, striving to take it deeper then ever before. Ryan happily obliged, pushing the wide helmet of his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth, until he felt a small breath of air flow over his shaft as it reached the back of her mouth and pressed into her throat. Unsure if she would allow him further, he waited, hips twitching for some affirmation from her. Alexis was a bit nervous about going deeper on the cock's length, but she desperately wanted to try. Her eyes began to water as the penis lingered in her mouth, waiting for her decision. Mustering up some courage and inhaling through her nose, she dove downward on his length. The head of the penis popped into her throat and began to work its way downward. She struggled to contain her gag reflex as the salty flavored meat began to thrust gently back and forth. When she looked up again at her brother, his head was tilted skyward and his chest heaved with excitement. Ryan savored the depth and tightness of his penis inside his older sister's mouth. As he slowly pulled his cock backwards, he mentally detailed every aspect of his penis there; the slight tugging sensation over his foreskin, the texture of her tongue on his head, the light grazing of her teeth over his shaft. His hips would provide a quick forward thrust that countered Alexis' more deliberate bobbing. His penis never quite exited Alexis' throat so it soon became apparent that she would need a chance to breath without its intrusion. Alexis' hand continued to work itself up and down the length of his shaft, which was now covered in her saliva, as she withdrew. She caught her breath, allowing momentary pauses for her tongue to once again reach out and caress his sensitive length. Her spare hand petted the heavy balls that were pulled tightly up in scrotum, eager to release their load. The combination of her active hands and gentle tongue would send Ryan into the familiar realm of orgasm. Alexis slurped down the first few shots of his cum, but pumped the remaining load onto her face. She enjoyed the sensation of the hot steamy fluid dripping from one portion of her face to the next. While Ryan watched, his cock still twitching, she would gather one glob of the fluid with a single finger and swallow it quickly in the moist red embrace of her mouth. Ryan would groan with excited frustration as his sister continued her show and drank down his seed. She was truly an angel. His own needs satisfied, Ryan sunk to his knees, so that he and his sister's bodies aligned. Ryan nibbled lightly on her ear lobes, triumphantly listening to his sister's gasps, and feeling the crush of her body press into his own. His softening rod was pressed into her stomach, slightly above her pubis, and below the soft fleshy crush of her tits into his chest. His foreplay over her erogenous zones would continue until he was certain she was ready. Alexis vocally encouraged him to go farther. "Take me. Please, Ryan, fuck me. I'm so wet and I've been waiting for so long since our last time." She used her right hand to separate her pussy lips and display the large fluid content which coated their surface. "Please, fuck me doggy style. I love being taken by you. Just fuck me." She turned and presented herself to him. Ryan's hands went out to her perfectly smooth ass and traced over its curvature lightly. Ryan's dick was still rebounding from its earlier release and he suddenly felt the pressure to stall. As his sister watched, her head bent over her shoulder, he slipped into a position all fours, but with his head directed towards her cleft and the meeting of her ass cheeks. At first Ryan simply slipped his forefinger into her waiting twat. It was face down and once inside he hooked it downwards, pressing it into the top wall of her vaginal tunnel. Then with a slow gentle stroking motion, he began to frig her. Alexis' hips squirmed farther onto the single digit as she worked to maximize its utility. The finger was easily long enough to slide over her G-spot and back again. As her desire increased so would her pace. "God, Ryan that's great. You're hitting me perfectly. Shit. That is great. Faster, Ryan," she instructed. Ryan would obey his sister's instructions, his forefinger working overtime to bring her fulfillment. On one back thrust he would slide another finger alongside it, suddenly stretching her pussy a little farther. In tandem the two fingers would work to bring her off. Their width and length were a comfortable size, stretching Alexis just enough, and the bend Ryan held them in allowed them to repeatedly slip over her most sensitive of spots. Eager for a taste of his sister, Ryan lowered his head the final three or four inches to her pussy and his tongue went to work around the fingers which intruded upon her depths. The furious lapping he unleashed over the flushed outer surface of her cunt caused Alexis to cry out repeatedly in pleasure. This only drove him onward. "Ohhh. Wow. Oh, wow. Eat me, Ry. Lick me. That feels so good. Mmmm." Ryan added his thumb to the assault, sliding the suddenly rigid fifth finger over the outer folds of her pussy and onto her clit. Alexis found herself facing a four front assault. The inner-delving digits were unrelenting in their caress of her G-spot, while their length pulled at her needy folds, as his tongue licked her bald pussy clean of her fluids, and his thumb brought her clitoris to attention. Still not fully accustomed to wanton sexual contact, Alexis was quickly overcome by her orgasm. In somewhat of an impulsive and unwise move, she buried her face in her hands and in the sand. Later, Ryan's cum would carry dried flecks of sand up with it when she finally managed to withdraw her head from the ground. But her muffled cries and shaking body were enough to cause her to forget that detail. His tongue energetically swallowed the new bursts of fluid that came from his sister's depths. Her taste was sweet, with an underlying saltiness that brought memories of eating saltwater taffy with her when they were younger. Ryan had to control a near laugh at the recollection of that memory while he was face deep in her twat. By now, his cock was back to attention and twitching at the opportunity to return to its most favorite of orifices. And as Alexis calmed from the orgasmic attack, he rose from his position and aligned the spear which darted from his groin to her pussy. One strong sharp thrust and half of it buried within her. "Hhss," Alexis exhaled as the precious piece of flesh stroked inward. "I missed you inside me, Ryan," she exclaimed over her shoulder as Ryan paused to acclimate to the sudden heat and moisture of her pussy's embrace. His next thrust would push the cock fully into his sister's body, nothing separating them but soft rounded peaks of her buttocks. Then the regular rhythm of a couple familiar with each other's tolerance and bodies began. It would start with a slow gentle thrust and lean that emphasized the presence or absence of Ryan's member within her. When he was pressing deeper, Alexis would feel completed. But as he slipped from her and her tunnel's walls spasmed back in on each other, she would need more. As this dance of wanting and fulfillment would continue so would the pace of their fucking. Ryan had watched porn for so long as he grew up that watching his sister's body beneath him was an integral aspect of his enjoyment of the sex. He loved the different positions and activities they had sampled because of the different snapshots that would linger with him forever. Someday, he would record the sexual encounters and save them for review later on, but today he would just have to remember what his eyes could take in. And there was much for them to absorb. Before him a world unfolded. The ocean began a dozen or so feet with lapping waves and aquamarine water. In the distance the white caps of the tide encountering an exposed reef formed a shifting line in the horizon. And as the white mineral sand crept from the water it rolled and dipped and sparkled beneath the sun's bright gaze. But the most precious and valued of visions was joined to his body. His sister's long hair was swept sideways over her neck and a single shoulder by the wind. It would trail and pulse with a seeming life all its own as the ocean breeze caressed her body. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pursed in a contented smile. The gentle arc of her shoulders into her neck would tense as they braced against his thrusts. His eyes trailed over the indentation of her spine as her shoulders flexed inward, pushing her breasts forward and out into the dusty ground. Her backside flexed in tune to their sex, as his hips impacted them and caused them to shudder momentarily. They would be stilled by the subtle clench of her muscles as she pulled forward then pressed backwards. Ryan celebrated his luck, and the circumstances which had given him these opportunities. Alexis celebrated her own luck and love and lust beneath him. Her pussy had never quite been given the opportunity to relax, and the ongoing stimulation of her brother's penis and thrusts were pushing her back towards another orgasm. Beneath him, Ryan could sense that Alexis was nearing release. She was trying to slow his thrusts and control the amount of contact his body had with her most sensitive areas. Knowing she was attempting to prolong the delay before orgasm just challenged him. Ryan gripped her hips a little more tightly and pulled them farther up on his waist, so that his cock was given deeper access. Then with quick full length plunges, Ryan began to fuck his sister in earnest. His body temperature would rise as his muscles worked to push he and his sibling over the edge. Over and over his penis would withdraw then plunge back forward. Her pink lips would swallow its entirety each time, covering it in a glistening liquid coat. It would not take long under the new pace for Ryan to lose control of his body and he would cum first. With added urgency he fucked in and out of his sister's pussy, bursts of his hot fluid filling her twat. Alexis would not survive the added lubrication and the faster thrusts. With another cry of bliss she would bury her face in her hands on the ground and ride out her passion's victorious reveling. Together, the young couple would gently thrust until their appetites for sex were temporarily sated. Then they would part and fall to the ground. The private areas would be covered in an abrasive sandy coating as their bodies' excretions stuck to it. But in the peaceful and perfectly tuned world where they rested, such things were okay. When the young brother and sister managed to push themselves from the ground, they would race nude to the water's edge. Then into the warm tropical waters they would plunge, frolicking and swimming with one another. Every meeting of their bodies would result in an electric spark and in coy glances or comments. But they would also learn about one another, their secrets and hopes for the future, their fears and dreams, and silly little things that made them who they were. Being so contented with one another's company, they would forget about the storm warnings and their instructions to return to the boat. They would not remember until a steady strong burst of wind would start to kick across the water and blow through the trees on the island. Ryan, worried slightly, pulled his reluctant older sister from the water and guided them up the shore. Alexis, not quite ready to abandon Paradise, begged to at least explore the island a bit further. Not one to appear afraid in front of his lover, Ryan would agree. Together they would scamper farther down the shoreline, ignorant of the storm that headed closer and closer their way. Their playful flirtations would take them into a more heavily wooded alcove of the small island. A childish game of hide and seek took place over a period of twenty minutes that ended with the siblings lying entwined in a depression in the ground beneath a fallen log. Ryan had been the seeker and Alexis had been hidden. In the woods, their skin stood out against the lush green foliage, but she had found the small ditch and hidden beneath the log and covered herself with a number of loose leaves. She was pleased with her hiding spot, as the game had been rather quick and easy up until then. Ryan had found her, when she had giggled up from her resting place. He had strolled out onto the log above her using it as a vantage point. His puzzled looks and the sight of his penis head popping into view over the trunk of the tree had made her laugh. Ryan had immediately recognized where it had come from, and had dropped to the ground over her. A short tickle fight had ensued as the eager couple could not resist the urge to be in contact with one another. The tickling would evolve into light foreplay as hands grazed areas that had little ticklishness to them. Soon mouths would meet, as would other portions of their bodies. For the second time that afternoon, Ryan and his sister Alexis gave in to the passionate desires which governed their fate. Their sex would last longer then the earlier round, Ryan having relaxed much of the intensity of his need. Instead, the two were able to savor the sensations of one another's bodies and the minutiae which joined them together. Alexis would ride her brother, sitting astride him, slowly and deliberately. Their loving gaze would not be broken and only the sound of winds tearing through the brush overhead affected their rhythm. As heavy rains began to penetrate even the deepest brushed of areas, the two would come together, their cries echoing out into the jungle and disappearing beneath the sound of the storm. One person would hear that cry and would react as impulse guided her too. Sandra did as instinct told her too. She ran for the cluster of brush and trees from which the cries had echoed. She recognized the sound of the voices, but not the tone, and could only believe that her children were in danger. She had been aboard the boat with Simone for the better part of three hours, waiting for her kids to return. At first she and the first mate had simply talked about the weather, the trip- anything but the death of their captain. When the dam finally did break the two women had come together in a way that would have made Allyson proud. The shared experience of her company and her touch had been the tipping point. The mother and her partner had been heavily caressing one another's bodies and admiring the distinct differences in their beauty, when the first of the truly powerful gusts had hit the side of the yacht. Even the large boat could not resist the need to rock heavily in the water as torrential downpours joined the assault. Sandra suddenly became intimately aware that her kids had not yet returned from their trip to the small island. The thought had jolted her from the embrace of the younger and had driven her towards the deck of the boat. A concerned Simone had followed, only to discover the older woman trying to lower the remaining life raft into the water. Her inexperience shone through, and only with Simone's help had she been able to board it, promising to return. Simone had been reluctant to let Sandra go for more then one reason. First, she knew that the waves would be treacherous and even the short trip could be fatal. Secondly, she was concerned about what position Sandra would find her son and daughter in when she arrived. And thirdly, she desperately wanted to be touched by the attractive woman- to feel the gentle touch of a female tongue over her most private of areas. But all she could do was watch. Sandra had snaked the boat through the water, using a small outboard motor to propel herself onward. The journey towards the island had been quick- the powerful waves had carried the boat on their crests and practically thrown it onto shore. The moment the small boards of the boat had touched ground, Sandra had jumped free and raced over the crest on the hill. She had looked where she had last seen their heads disappear and had only found a pair of flip-flops floating on the water. They were Alexis'. This sight only tortured the mother further and she had nearly dived into the open ocean which was now hammering the exposed shore. But then she heard the cry and she knew her kids were alive, at least temporarily. As a mother, she had learned each of her children's cries, screams, laughs, and shouts. But this was one she was not accustomed too and that scared her more then any of the others. Now completely drenched, her long hair trailing over her face and shoulders, Sandra darted into the wooded area. At first she had run in what seemed like an endless circle, hoping for some clue as to there whereabouts. But with the wind's ever-growing shriek, her cries were incapable of reaching anyone. She was about to head back towards shore and search for them along its coast line, when she saw the lightly tanned foot of her youngest child sticking from a hole in the ground. A large tree trunk arced over it, and Sandra feared the worst. With surprising speed and agility she closed the final few feet towards what she could only assume was the body of her son. And when she saw the legs of her daughter sticking from beneath it, her fears were only magnified. Sandra's heart broke in her chest as she stepped closer. But when one of Alexis' legs moved, Sandra dove to the depression her hands reaching out for her child. Sea Sickness Ch. 07 She had just grabbed Alexis' ankle when she looked to her left, realizing that the trunk did not actually touch her son or daughter. Some combination of joy and relief struck her and her hands went to her face as she sobbed, rain still pouring down her head. When Alexis looked down in surprise and suddenly rolled away, Ryan also looked down towards the opening of the depression. Terror and panic filled him as his mother's kneeling and crying form filled his field of vision. His head swam and he nearly crushed his head on the log as he sat up quickly. Alexis' hand abandoned its resting place over his crotch and his arm separated from her waist. Together the two siblings stared down at their mother, unsure of what to say. But their mother would speak first. "I was so worried. So worried. I... I thought... I thought I had lost you... Both of you. I thought you were dead. I... I... I.." Alexis realized that they were not quite busted yet and moved to her mother's side, out of concern and sudden pity. How could they have forgotten?! She wasn't given much of an opportunity to ponder their carelessness. A loud tearing crack echoed through the storm and a massive palm began to topple. Neither Sandra or Alexis were capable of moving- the combination of sadness, relief, pity, guilt, and fear had frozen them. But quick moving Ryan managed to save the family from a true tragedy. His right arm wrapped over his mother's shoulder and neck and his left arm grabbed Alexis' upper arm and yanked powerfully downward. The two thin women were easily propelled beneath the log by his strength. Only a second separated the crush of the tree over where they had been. The bulk of the freshly fallen palm came to rest on the thick trunk which had served as hiding place and which had begun the big misunderstanding. Both mother and daughter reacted with tears and grateful kisses on Ryan's cheeks. He basked in his momentary heroism, forgetting about the compromising state in which he and his sister had been found. The three would finally go quiet beneath the thundering sound of massive rain drops hammering on the leaves over head and the pulse of the ocean as it sought to swallow the small island. At some point Sandra would snap out of her stupor and would come to a very sudden and startled realization that her children were entirely naked in the depression, and seemed way too comfortable with each other's bodies. Her mind would be sent reeling, but she would keep quiet, unsure of what to say and not exactly certain that this was the best of times to say it in. But that would not stop her mind from raging against the immorality of them or pondering the distance to which they had gone. No logical explanation of how they could have ended up nude or with such a distinctive cry came to mind. She buried her head in Ryan's shoulder and tried to banish any foreboding thoughts with limited success. Some sense of guilt would pervade as the trio waited for the storm to pass. Perhaps her molestation of her daughter had played some role in her behavior today. And Ryan couldn't be blamed could he? His sister was gorgeous and the long trip with the bevy of women surrounding him no doubt was torturous to survive. Maybe Alexis had made the first move. He wouldn't have been able to overcome her persistence in the small bathing suit that she wore. Sandra was semi-confident in her children's ability to have some sense of self-control, but was still hesitant to abandon the fear of their involvement with one another. Several hours later, her nerves were worn thin and her mind was convinced that her daughter was impregnated with incestuous offspring. It would not be until later that she came to realize how close to the truth she was. Ryan had not moved for the entirety of the time that he, his sister (with whom he had just fucked), and his mother lay sheltered against the storm. The depression was far from perfect, but the two trees laid like giant Lincoln logs over the hole did a lot in the way of slowing the wind's vengeful gusts. But even if the weather had been a hundred times worse, Ryan would still not move. His balls were pulled tightly into his groin, his own nervousness getting the better of him. He wanted to have a good excuse, to hide his nudity, to make everything normal- but was incapable of such creativity. Alexis, on the other hand, was offended. She knew that Ryan and her mother were both enduring some sort of extreme self-examination, but she felt that it was unfair that it would have to go on like that. Her mother had fingered her only twenty-four hours ago. She was certain that if her mother said one word of condemnation that she would go off on her. Even with a strong sense of self-righteousness, Alexis was unable to speak. Every time she cleared her throat or opened her mouth, she would freeze and would fall back into the awkward atmosphere which pervaded the family. When finally the storm did blow over and the wind and the waves and the rain receded to normalcy, the family emerged from their hiding. Ryan had gone first, more eager then the rest to escape the hell hole of his creation. Sandra had swiftly interjected herself between the siblings and slipped out next. Her intention was to keep the two siblings separated until she could figure out what to do next. Alexis, growing ever more frustrated followed suit. Swiftly moving ahead, Ryan waded through the drenched undergrowth towards the beach where he had abandoned his shorts hours earlier. He hoped to death that they were still there, but he figured that there was little chance of them having survived. Intolerance of her mother's attitude reigned supreme inside of Alexis' mind. Watching her mother's bathing suit clad ass swishing haughtily from side to side inspired an idea of rebellion that only a teenager could come up with. "Ryan," she suddenly shouted out. Her younger brother turned around, his eyes brushing over his mother to his sister's naked body. Just as he looked, Alexis grabbed her mother's already turning body and pulled her in close. Without another seconds notice, she pressed her full lips into the middle-aged woman's, and her hands plunged towards other targets. One gripped Sandra's right breast tightly, and another pushed its way quickly into her bottoms. Ryan's jaw dropped as the suddenly tense move kicked the atmosphere to a different level. The kiss would not last long. Sandra's response was swift, violent, and brutal. A vicious shove and a follow-up backhand sent Alexis to the ground in a stunned and fearful silence. Ryan jumped between the two women as Sandra steamed over her daughter. As the outburst passed by, everyone became aware of the nudity of Ryan and his exposed private parts. Sandra was forced to wheel a way and storm back to the inlet where the rafts and boats had been left. Gently helping Alexis to her feet, Ryan would slowly turn to follow. In hushed tones the two would discuss what had just happened. "Why did you do that?!" "Because, she's acting so high and mighty and she's not," Alexis replied tautly. "What do you mean? She just found us naked in the jungle, obviously she has a right to be pissed." "No she doesn't. Did you know that she and Allyson fucked?" "Wha..." "Yeah. And the other night when I gave you that hand job in bed. She was frigging me at the same time and I was doing it right back to her. She doesn't have a right to get angry." Once again, Ryan found him stunned into silence by his sister. His eyes turned towards the receding form of his mother and his mind raced with thousands of new and much less chastened ideas. His mother? With Allyson? With Alexis? He could hardly believe it. If the trip had not been so strange, he probably would not have. Alexis was once again filled with a feeling of victory and superiority. Her mother could not and would not come between them. Some version or beginning of deep love for her brother was growing and she was not about to release it. Combined with the lingering sense of her mother being hypocritical, she was racing towards some sort of conclusion which she hoped she would find satisfying. But the next few days would not go well for the family or their individual plans. Getting back to the boat was just the beginning of the problems for them. The two rafts had been washed away. Sandra's smaller vessel was found shattered on the beach and the engine missing. A decent length swim was in order and by the time the threesome emerged from the water they were all exhausted. Sandra would take her daughter with her and would lock them away in the bedroom. She would fall asleep quickly on the bed closest to the door, only waking to ensure that Alexis went nowhere. A suddenly pouty sister just dwelled on how wronged she had been by her mother's double standard. Still she pondered ways in which she could overcome her mother's objection to she and Ryan's relationship. Ryan, wrapped only in a towel would spend the evening on deck, as Simone carefully guided the yacht back towards home. It had survived the night with little damage of any consequences. Some of the deck items had been washed overboard and some storage pieces had been smashed. Three days would pass in silence, separation, and isolation. By the time they had landed they were filled with bitterness, discomfort, uncertainty, and anger towards one another, and their tight family unit seemed irreparably damaged. Simone had recovered somewhat on the journey. Her desire to see Allyson again had faded and she found herself spending more time dwelling on the happiness that they had shared and the special relationship that they had together. And Allyson's goal of seeing Ryan's dream fulfilled came with the memories and she took it upon herself to do what she could, if only to get the family back together. Once the yacht had landed at its original port, the family disembarked. A large hearse waited for them, along with a large black Lincoln Town car. Allyson's body was carefully removed from the boat and loaded into a hearse where it would be transported to the funeral home which was to take of the funeral arrangements. Everyone watched in silent mourning as the body of their friend, mistress, and lover disappeared from view. An older gentleman in a well-fitted suit stepped from the Town car and greeted Simone with a hand on the elbow. The two would converse quickly before he disappeared back into the vehicle's tinted enclosure. Simone turned back to the family of three and spoke in a reverent tone. "Allyson will be buried two days from now. I want you to be there. She didn't have any family as far as I know and I know how much you and your trip had meant to her. She would have wanted you there. Please." Sandra and Alexis and Ryan all answered in unison; "We'll be there." Sea Sickness Ch. 08 The next two days moved quickly by. But the upcoming funeral provided some healing between the family. Ryan and Alexis stayed a safe distance apart from one another and Sandra and her daughter found some common ground to converse over again. Every one was eager to talk about their memories of Allyson, her personality, and the way she had affected them. Sandra opened up a bit more about their one time encounter together, avoiding graphic details, and sticking to the more sentimental portions of the story. Finally the day of the funeral would arrive. Silence ruled again, the family having little to say as they returned to their innermost connections to Allyson. Sandra had her to thank for the confidence and wholeness she sensed within herself. Alexis was grateful that she and Ryan were together. Ryan was thankful for the same reason. The somber mood would continue to pervade the atmosphere as they walked slowly up the neatly trimmed hillside of the graveyard. The trio had left the limousine to wander towards the grave and listen to the final words on a beautiful life cut short. The world was eerily silent. The funeral home grounds were well maintained, the colors more vibrant then nature, the trees more regal and poised. But it was quiet. The birds chirped softer, their footsteps fell muffled in the grass, and somewhere in the distance a bugle sounding Taps trailed off into a thickening air. Each of the little stone slabs that were intended to sum up and define life, stood stoically against the bright green blades of growth around them. Even the occasional bouquet seemed artificial and somehow irreverent. He would stand alone for the entirety of the funeral service, opposite his mother, sister, and his infrequent partner, Simone. The three women clung to one another, their unified black dresses forming some sort of barrier which he could not cross. Ryan would remember later on, a Catholic priest's Latin incantation, but for now, just the muffled drone of the distortion of the graveyard. Someplace in side of himself, he didn't think that this was the way that Allyson would have wanted to be remembered. She had been too proud to have been buried this way. She was a queen and they had been her subjects. The queen was dead. Long live the queen, thought Ryan as the service drew to a close and the group slowly turned away from the graveside. Two limos waited at the base of the hillside. Once more, the older man who had greeted their returning yacht, rode with Simone and the family returned to their hotel. Ryan had started to think that the old man was death, come to collect his due. The ride back to the hotel was uneventful. Sandra stared out the window, her forehead resting against the cool tinted glass. Ryan had barely recognized his sister's arms sliding around his and her head coming to a rest on his shoulder. It was the first sign of affection that had been allowed in days. But some things seem small when compared to the eternally manicured grass and polished marble of a cemetery. Nothing moves at the right pace there. Everything; light, sound, time, moves in a shuffling step that is abandoned by the rest of the world. Perhaps, life would seem more important then death. Sandra had shut herself away from her children. Pouring a glass of chilled wine from the mini-bar, she slipped into the bathroom and disrobed. For a few moments, as steaming water filled the Jacuzzi tub, she sat on its lip, one hand trailing the glass by her thigh while the other propped up her head. She had thought she would get over Allyson's death with the finality of the funeral. But that had not been the case and she felt the pervading sense of silence and sloth that came with depression. Alexis' and Ryan's mother would lower herself into the tub, one hand still clutching the thin fluted stem of the wine glass. As her eyes examined some distant place on the opposite wall of the bathroom, Sandra would forget about her drink. Ryan sat on the edge of the king sized bed in the suite. His head was in his hands and his eyes were hollow and empty. Where would they go from here? Life back home and its monotony would never be acceptable, and he wasn't sure that any of them could survive its return. The soft hiss of a zipper brought him out of his own little world and back to reality. His eyes turned towards the opposite end of the room and the bank of windows that divided it from the outside. Framed perfectly in the soft amber glow of the afternoon sun as it peeked through the blinds, was the silhouette of his sister. Her hips were shifted slightly to the right, her black dress following her curves closely. The zipper had descended to the young woman's waist and her head turned slowly over one shoulder. A cascade of brown locks dropped with it, covering some of the skin which had peeked from beneath the dark garment. The sleeveless dress had been very similar to the one worn by Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Now the two pieces of material which had arced around her neck, now slid downward, onto the gentle turn of her arm. With a wishful glance, Alexis dropped the dress a little further, pushing it down over her hips and letting it drop to the floor in an ebony pool beneath her. Torturously she bent to pick the gown from her feet. The lacy panties she wore rode ever higher between the pale golden flesh of her backside and Ryan felt something stirring to life within him, other then depression. He pushed himself from the bed, pacing slowly to his sister's once again statuesque silhouette. As he neared within an arm's reach of her, her long arms slid behind her and popped the clasp on her bra. As soon as they released it, the black strap which had rounded its way around her back fell away, and the outline of her breasts appeared in the sunlight. Ryan prayed that this vision was real, and that he wasn't lost in some dream or fantasy. In a cautious disbelief, his right arm rose and reached for his sister's stilled form. His strong hands found her shoulder, and she did not disappear at his contact. His fingers applied the slightest pressure to their resting place, and as if on command, Alexis turned. Once more, Ryan found his breath leave him when he needed it most. He had forgotten the beauty of his sister's beautiful form. The perfection of her feminine shoulders and waist, the pert and full soft orbs that occupied her chest, the coy pout of her lips as she watched him examine her as a hungry man examines a feast. The hungry man's feast would begin at her hips. At first his hands had just drifted to her side as their gaze met, but once Ryan's attention returned to her body, his hands would examine whatever his eyes wished. They moved from the slight protrusion her hips to the flatness of her belly. Then with thumbs pointing upward they drifted over her abs and ribs till each hand formed a cup at the base of her perfect breasts. Ever so gently they moved then, sliding, stroking, petting and caressing. Alexis hissed in pleasure as her brother's familiar touch returned. She savored the sanctity of his hands on her flesh and delighted in the reverence with which he explored her. Her own hands moved to the backs of his own, and guided his palms and fingers to the places she wanted to be held. When her nipples ached she would guide his hands over them until they had been satiated. With the gentle steering of captain, she corrected and steered. Soon her breathing was deep and dissatisfied. Ryan listlessly watched as his sister guided his caresses. Then, still holding his hands, she turned way from him, her own arms crossing in his embrace and her body sliding in close to his. Then once again her directing returned and her breasts were covered by the splay of their unified hands once more. Ryan knew his sister's patience had worn thin when her hands pushed his downwards away from her tits and to the edge of the black panties which had so perfectly framed her ass moments ago. His right hand would slip beneath the material while his left would be pushed up and down the curve of her waist and abdomen. Pressing his own needy sex into her backside, Ryan groaned as Alexis guided him to her wet center. Together their fingers pushed between her parted thighs and split her moistened lips. Alexis' hand would remain behind as Ryan pressed two digits on his hand further into her. When they could reach no further they slid back out, to the waiting clasp of her hand. Alexis would not allow his hand to leave its invasion there, and so he did what was instinctive. Alexis writhed as her brother's fingers once again found their way inside of her, pumping an inch within her at a steady pace. Her quivering thighs pushed together, locking his hand and hers in their place over her womanhood. By now his second hand had returned to her breast, toying with its soft weight and the pink erect nipple that crowned it. She could feel his need pressing between her ass cheeks, pulling her underwear tightly into the crevice. When Ryan's lips found her ear lobe she let out a small whimper of delight and pressed her backside into his groin. He was thrusting against her now, in timing with his fingers invasion of her twat. Alexis rocked with his movements, her feet tilting onto their toes as she deepened his access to her pussy. With a cry, she felt her first orgasm in days wave over her. IT had not taken much, but her need was great and she was still unsatisfied. Ryan felt his sister's trembling movements, like a marionette with its strings cut. His strong arms carried her weight as she went limp at the orgasm's final rush. He carefully guided her to the bed and lay her across its center. Standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes drunk in her beauty once more as his hands grappled for the edges of her panties and pulled them quickly down her long smooth legs. Still in his suit, Ryan dropped to his knees before her spread knees and lowered his head to her legs. Alexis dreaded the touch of his lips as they moved ever closer to her sensitive skin. She knew what was coming, she needed and wanted it, but she feared the torture of its intensity. Each kiss on her thigh was preceded by the soft rush of warm air from his lungs. Then the softness of his lips would press into her skin and just as they departed, there was a gentle brush of his tongue on the same flesh. Alexis tingled all over as Ryan drew closer and closer to her desire. As his tongue traced a glistening connect the dots up her inner thigh, she could hold back no longer. Ryan's eyes fell upon its prize, just as Alexis' hand slid over its pink outer lips in a forceful crush and then pulled back. Skillfully, her forefinger and middle finger parted the folds just as his mouth moved over her pussy. Ryan found his mouth was watering as he looked up her arm to her face as it stared back at him, a feral look covering the familiar beauty. Then his tongue found purchase on the spread tissue of her vaginal opening. Quickly the torturous intent of his caress and kiss descended into oral fucking. Alexis' fingers kept her pussy spread wide as his tongue buried itself over and over again in her depths. Soon Alexis' pussy was covered in the wet juices of her own pleasure and his hunger. His tongue was flipping up and down, lacing her inner lips with divine sensations. And each caress of the muscle over her clit sent her trembling with happiness. As Ryan drank in his sister's heady juices, he felt her erupt into another orgasm. As she twisted and turned on the bed, he did not allow her to escape, his tongue burying itself in her folds. It fluttered there, breezing against the top and bottom of her twat, causing her to cry out loudly in pleasure and relief. As her orgasm faded, Alexis' hands drifted to the sides of Ryan's hair and pulled his head gently up from its clasp over her pussy. She could have let him eat it all day, but she knew that he was as needy as she was. And as he was her lover, it was time that he got what he wanted. Ryan stood to his feet and hastily disrobed. He had little desire for any foreplay, his cock already threatening to tear through his trousers. By the time his boxer's hit the floor, Ryan was already on top of his sister. Alexis did not allow him immediate entrance as they rolled around on the bed. Ryan's thick cock head jabbed and speared at her more then ready opening, but Alexis wanted to be in control of the ride. Once Ryan had been rolled onto his back and his cock proudly surged upward. Alexis slid into position. She looked down at her brother's body as she knelt over his thighs, one hand moving to cradle his thick member. Ryan gasped as her cooler hands caressed his length and pulled it up and away from its resting place against his stomach and crotch. With the angry broad head pointing towards the ceiling, Alexis shifted her weight forward. She could not raise her pussy high enough off the bed in the kneeling position to comfortably sit on the cock, so she allowed it to bend forward, then pulled it back by hand. Ryan moaned as his cock head was pulled back across her pussy lips until it finally came to rest at the tight hole of her twat's tunnel. It pulsed there, until Alexis finally rose up on her knees and then plunged back downwards, taking three inches of his length and this broad helmet into her depths. "God, sis. You're so tight," he managed between gasps, as she lowered herself farther onto his prick. "It's been way too long, Ry. I need this," she replied as inch after inch of his penis forced its way deeper and deeper into her channel. She was already impaled by six inches of his fat cock and still had more to go. When Alexis' pussy finally managed to take the entirety of his length, Ryan and she sat frozen, as they both acclimated to the extreme sensations of penetration. Ryan felt his pulse working through the vein covered surface of his length and emanating throughout her tight clasp. He gently rocked his hips upward until her hands quickly descended on his stomach to stop him. "It's too much. Give me a minute. I can't handle that quite yet," she hurriedly explained. It really hadn't been to long, but the limited amount of sex in her life had not quite loosened her up to be able to take a cock the size of Ryan's entirely without some discomfort. She waited for a moment or two, squirming slightly on the invasive rod, testing her body's preparedness. Once she was confident that she could handle a more aggressive ride she began to move. Ryan watched as his sister's perfect body reared up on his cock, releasing over half his shaft from its grip. Then for a second it paused and down it raced. Their two sexes met with a slurping noise and a slap as their bodies crashed together. Then Alexis was up again, her hips tilting forwards as she did so. Ryan watched as her pussy lips turned a bright pink color as more blood rushed to their sensitive surface with each stroke of his penis into her body. Each up and down movement on his cock brought a little exhalation from his sister. Once she was moving on his cock, Alexis could not get enough. It became a race to the top and then down again. Her petite frame worked in overdrive to spear itself on her brother's organ. It was large and filled her completely, not allowing room for anything but her pussy, her juices, and itself. With her own pace set she encouraged Ryan to match it. "Fuck me brother, fuck me. Deeper. Please pound me. Harder." Ryan grunted as his hips raised from the bed with her downward slide, his penis hammering into her depths. The violence and urgency of their sex caused Alexis' breasts to bounce and shudder with each meeting of their bodies and soon they rode up and down in residual movement from the fucking. "You're goddamn tight, 'sis. So fucking tight. Shit." Alexis felt so wanton as she penetrated herself over and over again on her brother's cock. She could feel the broad underside of his penis head as it slid downwards out of her tunnel and stretched it to new maximums. Then it would be racing upwards again, arching for her womb and her most private of recesses. Ryan loved the tugging across the surface of his cock as her pussy drank up his length and width. His crotch was a glistening mess of vaginal fluid and pre-cum, as were her pussy lips. The significant amount of fluid made the sex even messier and noisier. Combined with their own cries and groans, the room became a cacophony of orgiastic pleasure. Growing tired of being on the bottom, and eager for a more avaricious pounding, if such a thing was possible, Ryan grabbed his sister's thighs, just above the knee and rolled her weight to the side. Alexis felt a sense of vertigo as her brother's penis vacated her pussy and she fell to the side. As her head hit the bed and her back came to rest on the sheets, she managed to cry, "More!" Not one to stall, Ryan rolled up into position on his own knees and pointed his cock downward at her pussy. Alexis accommodated him by raising her legs and dropping them on his shoulders. Now with her pussy well exposed Ryan's dark red penis head pushed forward once more. It parted her lubricated lips with ease and quickly took up its residence within her pussy once more. Then the most energetic and physically explosive sex of Alexis and Ryan's life would begin. The eager young brother leaned his weight onto his cock, pushing it farther and deeper into her then ever before. With her legs only bearing some of his weight, it did not take much for the tip of his cock to find the entrance of her cervix. Then with a clench of his muscular hips, his cock slid backwards a half foot before driving home again. The delivery of such a rough fucking to her pussy was sensational for Alexis. Although she was certain that every muscle in her body would be sore afterwards, she loved the precocious combination of immense pleasure with slight pain. Over and over and over again Ryan's thick member penetrated her to the fullest extent of the word. Her breasts continued their free bouncing on her chest as his cock and hips powered into her body. The quicker pace and complete penetration of his cock into his sister's gorgeous body would finish Ryan off. He had been saving up his fluid and his need for several days and now he just wanted to come. And come he did. "Fuck it! I'm gone! I'm coming, sis!" Alexis felt the cock come to rest against her pussy's deepest wall as it spurted its precious load into her waiting womb. Ryan's seed filled every remaining open space and coated the inner workings of her twat. The sudden release of the liquid heat caused her to cry out in her third orgasm. Her ankles locked behind his neck, pinning his body in place within her. She whispered over and over into his ear, "Fill me brother. I want all of it. Come in me. Come in your sister's pussy. I want your children. Make me pregnant. I'm yours." Ryan's hips twitched with each of her sultry desires revelation. He wanted her filled with his baby as well. He wanted her breasts to fill with life sustaining milk and her stomach to expand with their child. As spurt after spurt faded from his penis and into her womb, he became more and more certain that she would bear him a child. It was not until the final drops of his semen had left his cock that he slid out. Her body went limp the moment his weight was removed from her stretched gluts and leg muscles. A thin but steady stream of their fluid would pour from her pussy as they dropped to the bed. The cooling liquid aroused her somewhat. There was a blatant sexuality to laying in the combined juices of their release. Her hand lightly stroked his cock as he panted beside her and as her other petted a well aroused nipple. Repeatedly their lips would meet in gentle brushes and kisses. Finally with a coy grin Alexis slipped from the bed and headed towards the restroom, the white mixture of Ryan's semen sliding down one thigh and smearing on the other as she sashayed across the room. Sea Sickness Ch. 08 She opened the door and almost closed it behind her, when she realized that her mother was resting in the tub. Behind her, she heard Ryan yell, "Alexis," in a tardy warning. Sandra stared up from the steamy water of the tub at her daughter. She had heard enough from the other room to know that her children's chastity had only lasted so long. With a callous glare at her naked daughter, she stared back at the wall of the tub. Alexis had reached something of a breaking point. The time was so close to her fading climax, sex with her brother had a significant meaning beyond the emotions of their relationship. And riding a wave of endorphins from orgasm, she was a little bolder then perhaps she should have been. "Mom. You have got to listen to me. I won't leave Ryan. We won't stop having sex just because you dislike it. Society can say whatever they want, and you can say whatever you want. Just be warned, that if you can't tolerate it, we won't be around long and you'll be really alone again. Is that what you want?" Sandra was stung by the scolding of her oldest. "You think that just because you like it, its okay? You think it will last? You think this is anything more then a relationship built on physical pleasures? It just goes to show how naïve you and he both are! Obviously you haven't learned anything from what our family has been through. If you even cared about each other, you would know that this will never survive back in reality! You're just an immature fool!" Alexis had not heard her mom let loose like that before but she was not about to back down. She heard Ryan quickly padding towards the bathroom door and knew that he would support her. She quickly approached the side of the tub and stood beside it. With a much more controlled voice she spoke. "No one has to know that Ryan and I are brother and sister. We wear a pair of rings and people will just think we are married. I look like you, and he looks like dad. No one will suspect anything. Only you would know otherwise." Sandra cut her off again. "But what about your friends from school? What will they think? They knew you both!" "I rarely see any of them and I wouldn't have to tell them. Ryan and I should be able to decide what we want. Not you, not anyone else." "What if you have kids? Do you really want to wish that on them? What would you tell them? Would you want them to fuck their siblings!" "God, Mom. We wouldn't have to tell them anything. They would never know the difference and we would never have to explain it to them. Only if we thought they were ready. And before you even mention it, there is like a one in a million chance that a first generation child from a family relationship would ever have a genetic disorder. There is nothing wrong with it!" With a deep sigh, Sandra surrendered. She didn't want to argue anymore. She had been fighting the battle in her mind from the moment she had found out, and she had found that she would rather accept them, then lose them. Sandra was a bit worried that the relationship would fall apart and that would prove the family's undoing, but she could do nothing if she wasn't there to catch them when they fell. "Fine. I don't have to like what you two have going on. But I do love you. And I don't want to lose you. Just be careful," she warned. She felt her bottom lip tremble as she started to cry. She quickly became very self conscious as her daughter and son stared at her in amazement. Ryan retreated from the room as she curled to cover herself and one hand went to her face. Beneath his hastily adjusted boxers, he felt his cock begin to stir. While his sister and mother had been arguing in the nude, he had ample opportunity to examine his mother's exquisite body. Ever since he had seen Alexis' attack on the beach he had wanted to look at her again. Feeling slightly guilty he went to watch television. Alexis, feeling the deep female urge to console and have apathy for another woman in distress, stayed behind. She too began to cry, her dark mascara running lightly down the edges of her cheeks as she sank to the edge of the tub beside her mother. She allowed her mother to pull her head to her shoulder as they embraced and held each other. Their nude bodies were racked by gentle sobs of necessary release. They had pent up a lot of emotions and finally their individual walls began to crumble. For five minutes they would cry and apologize and forgive and then cry again. Finally, the cycle would be broken as Alexis stood and slipped into the tub with her mother. It had plenty of room for both of them, but it was not really about getting clean again, it was about being close to one another. Sandra parted her legs as her daughter slipped between them. The two nude women pressed against one another in an intimate embrace. They talked about everything for the next ten minutes. There conversation always avoided Ryan and Alexis, but were limitless everywhere else. Alexis had soaped up her arms and stomach and had rinsed them by splashing water over herself (and coincidentally her mother). She handed the tube of soap back to Sandra and asked her to scrub her down. "Sure, hon." Sandra fell silent. She had many more questions she wanted to ask her daughter, but was unsure if this was the right time. Her silence was a form of testimony and Alexis prompted her. "What is it, Mom. Something's still bothering you? What is it," she asked again. "Why Ryan? Why would you choose your brother? The girl I knew when we left for this vacation would never have considered it. So why, and how?" Alexis wasn't sure how she should respond to her mother's question. She wasn't entirely sure herself. "I think, I think it began as just realizing that he wasn't just my annoying little brother. Out on the boat and on the island and in all these foreign places, the little stuff that bothered me about him became irrelevant. And when I was poisoned by the plant, he was there. He didn't make fun of me or treat me weird or just be distant and let you or someone else do everything. I saw he actually cared for me for who I was as a person, and as a sister." She hoped the explanation was enough but she knew that it would be inadequate. "I can understand all that. But why not just be good friends? Why have sex with him? I mean, you haven't had sex with anyone else, have you?" "No. There hasn't been anyone else. The other guys, I never knew if they were there just for sex or if they actually cared. Ryan will always be here. He won't go anywhere. That mattered to me," Alexis replied. "That still doesn't answer the question. Why have sex with him?" "He's attractive, strong, smart, and caring. What other qualification did he need? I just got caught up in a moment and it took me someplace I could have never imagined. But in the end, I am so happy I am here, with him, with our relationship being what it is." "I know all those things about Ryan. Don't think just because I'm old, I've managed to miss all that. But how could you have sex with him?" "I don't know. The day in the village," an exasperated Alexis answered. "We were there, alone, and there was this ceremony in the square. Ryan and I were dancing and there was a really intense music. The next thing I knew everyone around us was having sex and doing it, just everywhere. And I got turned on. And then all those emotions with Ryan, just got caught up in it. And so we did it." Sandra was surprised. She hadn't noticed any change in their behavior, but Simone's quickness to cut her off from the inn in the square afterwards held a very new and interesting meaning. "Did Simone know?" "Yeah. She saw us in the square afterwards. And she acted like it was the most normal thing that could have happened. Everyone was so happy after." "I didn't even know. I can't believe I didn't know. How many times have you guys done it?" Alexis was a little uncomfortable by the line of questioning. But she figured openness was more important then discretion. "Well. In the square was one, in the inn another couple, on the boat once or twice. And the night, when you know, when Allyson died. We did it under water. That was really cool," she gushed a little too quickly. "Underwater? You guys are more adventurous then I am!" Once again, Alexis found herself off balance. The comment had seemed almost bemused. It was a turning point. "Ha. You've never done it underwater?" "In the water, yeah. But never underwater. That sounds amazing!" Alexis laughed in reply. "It was pretty good." Feeling a little emboldened by the sudden warming between the two, Alexis brought up a situation familiar to them both, as her mother worked a sponge over her back. "Remember the night when we did it?" A suddenly apprehensive Sandra answered. "Yeah?" "Well. When you were fingering me, and I was doing it to you, I, umm, I gave Ryan a hand job." A surprised Sandra was quick to reply. "Right then? And neither of us knew! I can't believe you. You, little minx." "It was dangerous and thrilling. But I knew that if either one of you figured it out, you would be caught in your own trap. It was probably the biggest turn on of my life." "God, I bet. It definitely was very exciting. Once I started, I was intoxicated, by the experience. The eroticism was so intense. Like I said, I was never very adventurous. When we started touching each other, I couldn't think about anything else. I just wanted you to come and I wanted to come myself." Sandra had to take a moment to pause. The previous statement had just rolled out of her, and she was a bit frustrated that she had revealed so much. Her reaction only intensified as she felt her daughter lean forward in the tub, pushing her gorgeous posterior farther between her own spread thighs. Alexis made sure the movement was subtle and not too out there. She knew her mother would not refuse her, if the actions were properly phrased. She let out a deep exaggerated sigh, as her mother's soapy hands slowed their swirling motion on her back. Alexis reached out and turned the jets and temperature dials up. Soon the water around her swirled in amoebic patterns and steam began to fill the air. "At first I had been worried that you might figure it out. Or that I might make too much noise and give away the secret to one of you." Sandra let her guard down a bit. "Did you tell Ryan ever?" "Yeah. On the island when I was still mad at you for acting so condescending. I was just tired of the really big reaction. I had wanted you to be supportive. We were just doing what felt right. Is there anything so wrong with that?" Sandra wondered if there really was anything wrong with that. Someplace inside her she knew that her daughter was leading her down a path with only one possible outcome. But the rising temperature in the tub, combined with the increasing vibrations of the jets, and the near contact between her sensitive folds and Alexis made her a little more oblivious and insensitive to such things. "I have an itch Mom. Can you get it for me." Sandra swallowed. "Sure hon, where at?" Alexis leaned far forward in the water, nearly touching her head to the water. Her legs folded and curled beneath her, raising her torso above the water. Sandra had to control her breathing as water droplets slid down the smooth tanned skin of her daughter. "On my back. About a third of the way up." Sandra vigorously scratched her daughter's back, hoping that the itch would be resolved, and that her own growing itch would remain in check. "A little lower, Mom." Sandra watched as her nails slid downward, towards the partially distorted vision of her ass cheeks and the cleft that split them apart. Alexis leaned forward once more, her hands going out in front of her to help steady her weight. "A little farther, Mom, you've almost got it." Sandra slid the hand ever so slightly down the back and tried to keep her scratch regularly timed and under control. She had to remain in control. "That's the spot, Mom, you're getting it," Alexis purred. "Its just a bit lower now." She waited patiently as her mother froze behind her. She knew the evaluations that must be turning in her mind. So she took it one step further. Alexis leaned farther forward, her upper body fully resting on her arms and her knees supporting her back end. Her feet pressed against her mother's crotch and vagina and she curled and uncurled her pruning toes ever so slightly against it. Her own backside was now quite clear of the water and her mons was exposed to her mother's debating eye. What to do, what to do? Sandra was panicking. Her daughter was presenting her body as some sort of temptation and she was having a debate about the morality of it. Why was there debate? Why couldn't she just say no? "Mom, please, my itch really needs to be scratched. I think you can see where it is now," Alex taunted. See it she could. Sandra stared at the plump lips of her daughter's pussy, still slightly distended from her fucking of her brother. Sandra couldn't believe that change in her daughter or the wantonness of her behavior, but she couldn't say no to it either. She tried to excuse herself as her hand slid lower down her daughter's backsides to one of the smooth cheeks and began to lightly circle it, her palm flat and her nails ever so softly trailing on the skin. "Is that it, honey," she asked, her voice catching. "Mmmm, that feels good, but that's not quite it. Try again....." Alexis wiggled her ass beneath her Mom's caresses, continuing her teasing. Sandra felt her resistance to her daughter's flesh begin to give way. Her other hand began the same soft semi-circular caresses on the other ass cheek. "Is that it honey?" "No, mommy, but that does feel good. Maybe a little lower and to the middle a bit," Alexis played along helpfully. "Okay baby, okay." One of Sandra's hands slid slowly over her buttock and down into her ass crack where a pool of white bubbles had gathered. Her finger tips trailed their way through the crevice, carrying away the soapy accumulation with them. Soon her nails hovered just over the backside of Alexis' vagina. The last vestiges of her struggle evaporated into the steamy air of the room. Alexis looked back over her shoulder, her dark eyes searching her mother's face for some sense of decision making. A sudden chill ran through her pussy and up her spine as her back arched. Her mother's fingers begin a steady circular stroke over her labia and the surrounding area. Alexis thrust her ass even higher in the air and braced her knees farther apart, displaying her sensitive lips to her mother's touch. Sandra could not believe she was here again, her hand exploring her daughter's most intimate of places while her other did the same to her own twat. Beneath the water, Sandra's spare was in fact churning up quite the storm of its own. But her eyes and ears and mouth were devoted to her daughter's body. She leaned forward in the large tub, her lips grazing over Alexis' upper thigh and she was rewarded with an intense sigh. Sandra continued to kiss and lick her daughter's lower body, avoiding her womanhood and its surroundings entirely. That area was her hand's to please now. Alexis reveled in the skilled caress of her mother's hand over her pussy. She could tell that she had done this before or had it done to her. She wondered if Allyson had touched her mother in such a way. But any more sensible thought disappeared when one finger of her mother's right hand pushed its way between her lips and began a deliberate thrusting in and out of her tunnel. She felt her mother's wrist twist with the motion, corkscrewing the finger in her pussy. "Yesss," she cried with the shifting movement. Over and over her mother finger fucked her twat, all the while worshipping her ass and thighs. Alexis continued to try and watch her mother over her shoulder. She could see her mother's dark hair trailing across her back and buttocks, the long locks caressing her in too many millions of ways. Alexis could feel another orgasm mounting in the pit of her stomach, but she wanted something else first. She leaned her wait forward, her mother's finger popping from her pussy with a juicy "plop". Alexis swiveled in the water and slid up against the far end of tub. She climbed up onto the ledge and rested there, her bare bottom pressed into the cool porcelain lip. "C'mere, mommy. I want you to taste me. You haven't done that yet have you. And I'll bet you want to. Crawl to me mommy. Lick me," she uttered through clenched teeth, her legs spread wide and her pussy exposed like some sort of sexual prize to be won. Sandra wanted the flavor of her daughter's delight to fill her mouth and coat her tongue. She wanted her mouth surrounding another woman's snatch again. And so like an obedient pet eager for the treat, she dropped to all fours and crawled through the water to her daughter's parted legs. Alexis leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her mother's hair and pulled her forcibly closer. She did not want any more foreplay. Leaning back into the tiled wall she thrust her twat out for her mother's inspection. And Sandra liked what she saw. Her mouth immediately fastened over the three inch long pink gash and begin to slurp and suck on the loose outer lips. Her tongue fluttered to life between the two soft fleshy extensions of her daughter's pussy. Alexis' fingers remained buried in her scalp, holding her head in direct contact with her twat. Sandra fucked her daughter's pussy with her tongue diving it in and out, just as she had with her fingers. She would swirl it around loosely over the pussy's outer lips before twisting it down and inwards. "Mommy, you're so good. So very good," Alexis whispered as her hips ground her cunt up into her mother's face. "Eat me, suck me. Fuck yes!" Sandra was spurred on by her daughter's dirty mouth and delicious cunt. She couldn't believe that she was listening to her daughter swear encouragement down at her as she orally pleasured her. If she had seen herself there, she would have been startled by the performance she offered. Her hand was buried back between her own thighs and highly raised ass, plunging two fingers into the sopping mess of her pussy. Her fit ass cheeks rode proudly in the air and her thin stomach flexed as it bent to allow the curvature of her spine. Sandra moaned into her daughter's flavorful folds as her own fingers fucked herself as quickly as they could. "Ryan, c'mere. Mommy wants you to have something!" Alexis suddenly shouted. Sandra tried to pull away, not quite ready for that, but Alexis' thighs quickly closed on the side of her head and her hands clasped even tighter. Her mouth was locked in position over her daughter's cunt. Sandra's hand would drop from her pussy lips momentarily as she tried to pull herself free. But when Ryan entered the room, she went still. He was naked but for his underwear, which were tenting heavily in the front. Ryan's eyes went wide as he viewed the scene before him in the bathroom. His gorgeous sister was humping his mother's face in the bath tub. Her young breasts heaved proudly in pleasure, while his mother's larger fuller pair hung from her bent body, their width dragging through the water of the tub. And his mother's ass! He had seen it the entire trip in bathing suits, but naked, it was an honor to view. He paced around the room, examining his mother's body and pussy from every possible angle. At first she had tried to cover by crossing her legs, but the extended period of which her face was buried in Alexis' twat probably got to her. "Gorgeous, mom, you're gorgeous," he muttered as he reached out and began to pet her trembling ass cheeks. At first he simply stroked them, but soon he wanted more and his fingers parted the softer flesh of her upper thighs and pressed against her vagina. He heard his mother whimper as his finger's probed deeper into the obviously aroused sex. Sea Sickness Ch. 08 Feeling slightly humiliated and vulnerable, Sandra just sat frozen, her mouth still blowing hot air onto the pulsing pink center of Alexis' cunt. As Ryan's hands explored her pussy and folds, Sandra could not help but feel aroused again. Especially when his shorts came into view. He obviously was well endowed, his erection pushing the shorts an inch or two off of his waist and his cock head peeking out over them. It would not take very much for Ryan to want more. His cock ached to fuck her, that had been his dream after all. And so very quickly his shorts were removed and he stood proudly by the tub his cock arching outward from his groin and his heavy ball sac tight against his body. He watched as his mother's eyes devoured his length, examining the thick veins which coiled along its shaft and the dark red tone of his phallus. "It's so good Mommy. You're going to love it. Ryan is a great fuck. He'll take care of you. Won't you Ryan?" Not needing any more encouragement Ryan splashed into the tub behind his mother. His large prick slapped against his mother's thigh and she pulled away from it as if burned. Ryan firmly gripped his mother's waist and held it still as he aimed his penis for the tunnel from which he had been born. Once more he leaned into his cock, its thick wedge-like head parting her pussy lips and sliding inward. She was not as tight as his sister but she was not loose by any means. When he was satisfied his penis had purchase in her twat he told his sister to release her face. He wanted her to be able to see what was pleasuring her. Sandra's head turned up and over her shoulder and she could see the dark thatch of hair that marked his penis's base. She could already feel the large circumference of the cock at her entrance as one inch acclimated to her cunt. She squirmed on the cock, partially out of a weak desire to resist, but also to sample its wares. Ryan fucked the cock home with her first movement on his penis. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at her daughter, who now cradled her head. His first thrust pushed the entirety of his penis into her. She had already been drenched from her own playing down below, and her lubrication had made his stroke swift and sure. This was it! This was what he had wanted for so long. He was buried eight inches deep in his mother's pussy. Finally! Ryan rejoiced internally and struggled to keep from cumming just at the thought of what he had accomplished. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god....." Sandra repeatedly gasped as her son's solid length burned within her. She couldn't believe that she was here, in the middle of tub, her head centimeters from her daughter's cunt, and her own pussy filled to the brim with the sexual organ of her own offspring. "Feels good doesn't it Mommy?" Alexis was teasing gently now. She knew full well how Ryan's cock felt throbbing within her. "You like it? You want him to fuck you? You want him to come in you? You do don't you?" Sandra's negative nod was not firm enough to convince anyone otherwise. She just kept repeating the same two word phrase over and over again. "Shhh, Mom, you don't have to wait any longer. Just bury your head in my lap." And with a gentle pressure to the back of her mother's head, she did, her lips nursing softly on Alexis' labia. "That's good Mommy. Now Ryan will fuck you wonderfully! Go ahead Ryan, Mommy wants you," Alexis continued in her best innocent schoolgirl voice. Ryan didn't need another word of encouragement. He was halfway afraid that if he held stall for any longer he would come just listening to his sister talk to their mother like she was some plaything. And the sounds coming from between Alexis' thighs as Sandra slurped up her juices only added another element of intensity to his situation. His prick reared back as his hips flexed, his curved length pulling almost clear of his mother's entrance. Then with an avaricious appetite he began to drill his mother upon his cock. Sandra's body bounced and shivered as her son drove her mouth into Alexis' cunt. Her tits slapped and swished at the water beneath them and she could feel the softer portions of her ass and thighs as they reacted to his fucking. It had been so long since she had been truly fucked. And now with a generously sized penis buried in her, she could think of nothing but the desire for more. Grunts of pleasure passed from her throat and into the small space of air that occasionally arose between her daughter's pussy and her mouth. She loved the feeling of her son's strong hands pulling her back onto his penis, the large helmet plowing through her folds and into the far recesses of her twat. With each full forward stroke she could feel the hard thump of his balls against her outer lips and clitoris. Sandra was surprised to find how quickly her hips moved to maximize that sensation. She behaved as if she were some bitch in heat. And in truth, that is exactly what she was. Quickly forgotten were the facts of the situation. The two people that she was trapped between were not her children, but attractive, vigorous lovers who had incorporated her needs into their desires. And it was an environment where Sandra writhed to be valued. Ryan wasn't entirely sure where to look or where to focus. His sister was leaning back against the wall, her hands bracing on the edge of the tub as she lifted her hips to grind into her mother's face. Her full breasts heaved as she tried to keep her breathing paced with her body's intense movement. And beneath him, his mother's apple shaped backside dropped repeatedly down onto his cock, her ass seeming to be split by his wide member. Every other second a glistening penis would slide from between her lips before gliding back to its one time, and now revisited home. Like her brother, Alexis was a little overcome by the eroticism of her situation. She was directing a sex play the likes of which she could never have imagined. The whole bathroom seemed to be a thick foggy haze and her family's bodies the only substantial thing there. All she could think of was the press of her mother's lips over her pussy and the subtle twists and turns of her tongue on her clit and labia. Her own voice quickly joined the cacophony of cries, slurps, slaps, and squishes of orgasmic sex. He knew his time was quickly coming and he didn't want the moment to end so fast. "Mom, slow down. I am close. Really close. Gimme a second," he asked through furtive gasps for air. The news that her son was close to filling her pussy with seed had an adverse effect on Sandra. Rather then slowing her pace at all, one of her hands slipped into a firm cupping grip on his but and her own hips began to work their increased pace. Momentarily she lived her head from Alexis' twat, a thin trail of saliva and sex juice sticking to their mutual lips. "No. Come in me. Fuck me fast and hard. Please." When Ryan didn't move to respond she asked once more. "Please I'm so close. I want to feel you spill in me." Then gripping his ass once more she began to grind her hips as effectively as possible on the long penis penetrating her depths. She worked her clit back onto his heavy sack, brushing its erect nub through his thick pubic hair and against the thin layer of skin that suspended his testes. This wanton display of neediness had the effect desired on Ryan. Seeing his mother urgently working her clit and vagina onto him, drove Ryan to participate. Once more, his hips reared back and his cock drove home. Relying on shorter, lightning quick strokes, his length stitched in and out of her clasping orifice. The first rapid strokes were Ryan's undoing, and his cock powered full shots of his jizz into his mother's pussy and womb. Sandra cried out into Alexis' pussy as she felt her son unload within her. She could feel the sudden addition of the more substantial liquid to the mixture in her vagina and the burning heat that accompanied it. More faster then ever, her vagina was rubbed along his pulsing length, drawing as much of his orgasm out as possible. Her strong pussy muscles clamped down over and over, dragging the sensitive walls of her twat against his vein covered cock. Ryan's orgasm would just be fading when Sandra when she managed to get herself off on the slowly softening length within her. Once his orgasm had largely passed, he had slowed his movements and she had taken control of their union. Everything became focused on the sensations his cock could bring to her clitoris. And with that much focus on the responsive little pleasure center, it was a short time before Sandra's head kicked back, long hair flying in a cry of sexual ecstasy. "I'M COMING SON! I'M COMING! FUCK!" Her hips wound and unwound in bizarrely timed circles as his penis still filled the entrance and depths of her twat, and her clenching would not allow his overly touch length to escape. For several minutes the bathroom was bathed in the warm afterglow of Ryan and Sandra's orgasm. Eventually Ryan would slump backwards in the tub, his hips sliding between his mother's and his head nearly dipping into the water. Sandra's attention returned to her daughter's needs but she too was slightly distracted by her own receding arousal. Ryan contentedly watched his mother's oral exploration of his sister's pussy and the leaking fountain of his own semen that was her cunt. His hand toyed with his length and for the third time that day, the young man found his aching rod grow to attention. Alexis noticed the change in movement and decided she would finish herself on the filling of her body with his rod. She guided her mother's face away from her cunt regretfully and pushed her farther up Ryan's body, so that she could position herself over his cock. Helpfully, her mother helped to guide the length upward at an angle that would slide into her depths. Without further adieu she slipped her already soaking cunt into the water and down onto the length of his penis. The moment her twat bottomed out on the dick, her mother's body pressed closely into hers, their breasts mashing together and their clitoris arched forward to make contact with skin and solid mass. The two women made out passionately as Ryan's cock twitched within his sister. Their hands ran over one another's bodies as if first discovering the feel and texture of a woman's flesh. Ryan was just content to watch. His sister's hands would drift down over their mother's ass and pull her cheeks widely apart, revealing a clean and puckered asshole, making her brother ponder what other excitement may lie in wait. Then they would drift upwards and scratch long pink marks down her back as their groins ground onto one another. When their mouths did bring the women took turns encouraging one another on with obscenities and graphic descriptions of what it was they were experiencing and wanting. All of this simply made Ryan want to fuck. And fuck he did. Despite his sister's pussy already being fully impaled on his penis, he began to pump his hips upwards into her body. The force of his driving cock forced Alexis to adjust her legs to accommodate him further. She slipped her knees out from underneath her and sat on his cock, her whole body weight coming to rest on his penis. She lifted her ankles over her mother's calves and nestled them in between them and her brother's chest. Very quickly the family was firmly locked together and every movement was felt by each of them. Once again they became a writhing mass of pleasure seeking beings, whose bodies were the gateway to a forbidden joy. Alexis would not need further encouragement to reach her own climax. As her head tilted backwards and her own raucous cry joined the noises filling the small restroom. Sandra nursed on her daughter's tit as she spilled backward and her brother pummeled into her. She ground herself off to a smaller orgasm when she heard Ryan cry out in release. The tub's water was now a heavy mixture of sexual juices, sweat, and the original liquid. It was no doubt unclean, but the women coated themselves in it, lathering Ryan's cum and their own juices all over their naked bodies, until they glistened beneath the lighting. When the three managed to part finally and they began to leave the tub, a sense of dread returned to Ryan. He wondered where they would go from here. Would his mother have a sudden moral attack? Would his sister be jealous if he frequented his mother's snatch? He wasn't sure if he could keep up with the demands of the two horny women. But Sandra broke the ice. "I can't believe we just did that." "It was fantastic wasn't it," Alexis asked. "It was great. If I had known my son was such a stallion, I would never have questioned you two. I'll want some more of that later," she said as she pointed towards Ryan's limply hanging cock. Ryan chuckled awkwardly as the two women talked about his penis and its supposed wonders. "I wonder what came over me," Sandra wondered out loud as they stepped into the cooler, fresher air of the suite. "Probably seasickness or something," Alexis coyly replied. "Seasickness. Probably right," Ryan and Alexis' mother confirmed with a satisfied grin. And everyone knew that it work out then. The relationship was built on love, pleasure, and desire. Bound by blood and the strength of a family, no changing of the tides or rough weather would unseat it ever again.