Chapter 3: The Sunburn

So I helped Izzy and myself. I was able to rub that blue stuff all over her tender body. I started on her back which was her most sunburned area. Oh baby, did I ever enjoy Izzy’s firm body.

After rubbing aloe in a spot, it was deadened enough I could get away with slowly caressing her there.

She did not complain about the extra touching I did. After dosing her burned areas, the aloe had deadened the sunburn. I gave her a sensuous all-over massage along with her treatment.

She liked that part - a lot. Izzy’s quiet oohs and ahhs told the story.

Izzy obviously knew what I was doing, and she liked the male attention. I spent an inordinate amount of time on her side boobs. She let me feel her up anywhere. The more I did, the better she seemed to encourage me.

When I did the area near her panties, I slipped them off so I could get at the sunburned area near her bum. I worked over her firm little ass for some time. She even spread her legs so I could make sure I did her “everywhere.” Seeing her tender, untouched pussy got me aroused. I was dripping.

I thoroughly rubbed lotion on her fine teenage booty longer than I should. I worked my way down her long, perfect legs. She was very appreciative anytime I got close to her pussy. I brushed her labia often enough that she knew I was interested. Her oohs continued giving me feedback.

I made sure her back end was well-lubed up. I passed my fingers through her bum crease until she was sobbing in need. Her pussy was visibly damp and aromatic in the close confines of the room.

I flipped her over on her back. She had other ideas as to where the best place for lotion was; her titties. Every time I left her titties, she pulled my hands right back to them. I did her face and moved slowly down her neck and upper chest on my way south.

Izzy’s titties were not burned badly, just slightly pink on top. I smelled her pussy because I had worked her over pretty well for some time. I kissed her lips often. She kissed me back and knew how to kiss. Her sharp little tongue is incredibly quick and invasive.

I did the small patch of red fuzz just above her slender slit. When she was on her tummy, I thought she was bare down there. She had a bikini trim, and she evidently shaved her lips.

Her thin carpet matches her drapes. I enjoyed seeing her little strawberry-colored splash of pubes above her crease. I made sure her outer lips were very well coated in aloe. I possibly spent too much time there.

“Oh - oh - oh - oh...”

After that teasing, I did her legs. My dick was aching; it was bent double in my undershorts. I undid the button on my undershorts so I could release the pressure. It popped right up through the pee hole. Isobel immediately tried to touch me, but I stopped her.

I left her moaning as I did her feet. I did not let her complete her orgasm. She really wanted to cum. She needed to cum. This was a seduction, and I wanted to enjoy it for more than a few minutes. When would I ever get my hands on a sweet young thing like this again? Eventually, I decided to let her cum.

When I got to her pussy, I held her pussy lips tightly together as I lightly frigged her inner labia. I had wiped that finger off so I didn’t deaden her clitoris with the aloe lotion. I had paused for a few seconds on her clit, and that was all it took. Her hour of foreplay was time that we had both enjoyed.

Izzy very quietly moaned as she thrashed, “Oh, oh, oh, oh ... ohhhhhhh ... uhhhhmm...”

She crawled into my lap and held me as she kissed me very lovingly. It was all I could do; not to stick my dick right up into her. She had me where I wanted to go. She’s naked, and my boner is pressed right against her hot wet pussy lips. I had seen she had very little hymen left when I frigged her.

Izzy rubbed her body all over me.

No, I wanted this to play out slowly. I fully intend to take her, but I wanted to go slow and savor every moment I had with her, and Peyton as well later. Eventually, I got Izzy to part. My nuts ache, but I feel more alive than I have been in a long time.

Later, we had supper. Before bedtime Isobel had me redo the lotion right before we went to bed. I decided to go about it less intimately, with Peyton watching us. I think she had not heard Izzy earlier over the sound of the wind.

I tried being less intimate this time with the aloe lotion. I couldn’t help myself. Izzy’s just 18 and so willing; I’m over twice her age.

I had to touch her. She giggled as I teased her. Peyton was offended over how I was putting lotion on her sister.

Izzy quietly moaned, “Ohhh Yesss Jack ... Ohhh ... mmmm...”

The girls decided to sleep in the forward stateroom again.

I went to sleep in my own stateroom since the motor was not running. Isobel came in around 2 a.m. to have me redo her sunburn again. I was naked when she came in. Seeing me this way, she just shucked her little panties. I quickly lotioned her up with the aloe. I used less of it his time.

There was no hiding how I felt about her nudity. My bare dick was rock hard and waving about. That made my feelings and desire for her quite evident.

I took advantage of the situation.

I got aloe on her legs as I spread the stuff on her bum; I ran my dick through the crease of her ass with a little aloe goo. That felt quite nice.

Deadening my dick was smart. It allowed me to last a lot longer. I really wanted to poke my dick right into her and fuck the shit out of her. It had been months since I had dipped my wick in a woman. It was all I could do to control myself.

I found Izzy’s bum crease was a nice place to slide myself back and forth. I did that while working on her shoulders and back. I spent around 10 minutes on her back as I masturbated myself in her ass crack.

We both moaned and groaned while doing that. I raised up and dragged my balls all over Izzy’s firm bum.

I don’t think for one moment that this was about Isobel’s sunburn anymore. This was her taking advantage of the situation to have some private fun with me. I had her flip over. After lubing up her tits really well, I began to work my way further south.

I worked her tummy and low tummy before skipping down to her thighs. Her legs popped wide when I got near. She moaned sadly when I passed over her pussy.

After that, I slid down over her feet. She was quite surprised when I leaned forward to run my tongue lightly over her slit.

“OOooohhh. YESss ... Jack ... More...”

I licked her several times before using my thumbs to open her up to see more of her inner pussy better. I was specifically looking for the prize at the top. There it is. I wet my tongue and barely touched her clitoris before her hips pumped skyward. She almost bruised my upper lip.

I have a red night light in my room. Red does not ruin your night vision. It is weird making love in a red light.

“OHHHHH!! UHhhhhh ... Please, Jack? Do meeee...”

“Please do what?”

Not wanting to hurt her sore titties, I mostly left them alone. I concentrated on her tender little pussy lips. It had been covered when tanning by that skimpy G-string bottom she had worn. I wanted to toy with her pussy slit more.

Her hymen was almost gone. I assumed that was from using tampons. I ran my tongue up and down her inner lips.

“Ooooooh ... Ohhhhhh ... Yah ... more...”

I did have my answer as to what her pussy hair looked like up close. Her lips were still bare with a little splash of very light peach fuzz on the outer lips. Her labia are almost completely smooth. I’d seen it earlier, but now I could see it close-up. She did use something to keep it trimmed into a narrow V above her slit.

I thrust my tongue inside her opening as if she was being screwed. I moved it in and out, in and out.

“Ohhhh ... mm-mmm-mmmmmmm ... ohhhhh ... Jackkkk...”

Her midsection began to bob and dance about. I think she had a small cum.

I alternated, thrusting my tongue inside and rubbing my nose side to side over her clitoris. Sometimes, I rubbed side-to-side; other times, I moved my nose up and down.

Too much tonguing was wearing out my poor tongue. It was out of shape for performing oral sex. I sometimes alternated lapping at or sucking her clit.

“Ple-e-e-e-e-sss ... Jack. Oooooooooo...”

I found I could just get a finger inside her little pussy hole without too much discomfort. I left my finger inside her as I worked her teeny clit full-time. I occasionally stocked my finger in her. I knew she was on the way because she was moaning a lot and flailing about quite a bit now.

Her pussy was clamping down tight onto my finger. Izzy’s hips rose and fell, so I had to ride my face up and down with her pelvic thrusts.

When she got close, I used the finger a little lighter and eased back on my tongue work. This had the anticipated result.

“NOooooo, don’t ... more-uhhh.”

I kept that up for a half minute before I returned to more tongue and more fingering.

“Yessssssssss ... YESSS!”

Her hips thrust upwards harder in a normal fucking motion. She was on the very brink, I kept her there going lightly for a minute before I relented and pushed her over her peak. I worked my finger harder and lashed her clit with my tongue as she went off.

She quietly squealed, “EEEEEeeeeeeeeee -- Ohhhh -- ummmmm -- uhhhhh...”

I held my tongue on her as she climaxed while continuing to finger her less actively. I slowed down.

Eventually, Izzy’s body calmed down, and she relaxed down onto the bed. She had been over a foot off the bed when she had cum.

She lay there a few minutes looking at me through lidded eyes. “Is this where you stick that in me?”

I said, “Do you want me to?”

“I do, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

I said, “How about you touch me. Get to know what a grown man’s dick feels like. If you touch me just right, you can relieve the painful pressure I have.

“P-pressure?”

I said, “Of course, look how my dick is waving around. I am even more excited than you were. If you don’t do it, I’ll have to. I won’t be able to go back to sleep unless I get some relief. My balls ache for you now. That’s called blue balls.”

“Blue balls for ME? Why are they blue and aching for Me?”

I said, “Honey, I have been seeing and touching you intimately for much of the day. I’m just a man, and you’re a pretty teenage girl. This is as wicked and nasty as it can get for a man. I want to be inside you right now; I want you so bad I ACHE for sex. I want to screw you badly.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

I would figure out later that was pure B.S. She was very accomplished at certain aspects of sex. What a little actress she is.

I said, “Just touch me gently. Men’s parts are as sensitive as a girl’s are. Just play with me. Put one hand on my balls and play with them gently. Wrap your other hand around my dick softly and feel it, touch it. Move your hands around and see what works and what doesn’t.

She couldn’t seem to use both hands at once, or maybe she was working out what worked. She used one hand at a time. I coaxed her, and I soon told her to not stop. I told her to lean back as I shot my cum up into the air. That didn’t take long. Damnit!

Ya, I had been on a hair trigger, alright.

I moaned, “Oh god, that feels so good...”

I had to stop her hand from gently jacking me. I soon became sensitive. I used a t-shirt from an under-bed drawer to wipe myself off.

I pulled her over so her chest was on top of mine, and I kissed her lips gently. I kissed her cheek and worked my way to her neck on the left. I kissed my way back and kissed her lips again.

Izzy kissed me back a little firmer. I wet my lips, and she looked at me as she went to kiss me again; now I could work my lips against hers.

We kissed for a long time. She was not inexperienced and kissed with a lot of enthusiasm.

She acted iffy about French kissing at first. After she did it, she acted like she got more used to it. Her body became much more lively. She began kissing the hell out of me.

She rubbed her nipples lightly over me as we kissed deeper and deeper. Eventually, she moved a leg over me and lowered her body onto me. She had trapped my dick between her still-wet pussy lips.

She began to kiss the hell out of me. Then she began rubbing her wet slit up and down and around on me. It is wet and pretty hair-free and feels so very nice. I had not gone down from my cum.

Now that she knew how to get herself a good orgasm, she was not bashful about what she wanted. She began sliding her wet crease up and down on my dick. Isobel slowly slid herself up and down, up and down.

I watched as she got more excited; her nipples became swollen and long. She began seriously grinding her vulva into/onto my dick.

She sobbed, “Ohhh. Eeee, oh yes, oh yes, ya-yes, years ... Ohhhh...”

In her thrashing about, she had momentarily popped me just inside her vestibule. She froze at that for a second and smiled. She leaned back and looked down at me and at our “accidental” connection.

I felt her insides shuddering around my dick as her cumming continued.

She smiled. I saw the moment her mind changed direction, she spread her knees wider and she slid down an inch. I was well past her frayed hymen.

Isobel

Oh God! It’s right there!

I whispered, “You’re inside me now, Jack.”

He said, “Why yes, I think I am. Does it hurt?”

“Just a teeny-tiny bit of discomfort. God, it feels good. It feels so - it’s SO right.”

Jack said, “See if you can take a little more, but take it at your own speed.”

I began to move against him in little steps. I slowly worked myself until I felt very full. I looked down and saw his dick was up inside me. I could see the outline of his dick imprinted on my flat tummy. Oh crap, this is so good!

Jack

She felt quite well-lubed naturally and very hot and oily inside. Mostly, she was really tight. She shifted and took more of me in.

She said, “Ohhhh. I’m surprised how goood this feeels. Ohhhh ... Crap...”

She slowly sank down until I was as far in her as I could go.

She sat there with an odd look on her face. My dick was in as far up her channel as it would fit. I was pressed right up to the end of her tunnel. I still had two inches still outside of her.

She said, “I thought this was supposed to hurt a lot. This feels yummy-good, Jack.”

I replied, “Yes, it does feel superb.”

I drew her upper body down to me, and I kissed her. As soon as our tongues met, we began working on each other, and her hips moved experimentally. I helped her with my hands on her hips a couple times until she got a proper rhythm of short strokes. We French as she screwed me at her speed.

She was going at a slow pace and savoring it. She kept her slow, up-down pace, driving me absolutely nuts. I was almost balls-deep in a teenage girl! I’m a retired Marine in my forties for Fuck’s sake.

This is so wrong, so very, very wrong. But it felt so awesomely good. I watched her tight pussy pull inside out and then get pushed back inwards. This is one tight little pussy.

I wanted to cum; I NEEDED to cum. but I knew I had to let her do this her way. She needed to find out how to cum with a man actually inside of her. Let it be me! If I do this right, she will be mine forever - I hope.

I wanted to manhandle her little titties, but they are still on the sensitive side. I sensed this was working for her, so I went with the flow. I knew from my Ex, Sarah, that small titties are more sensitive. Some women like their tits handled roughly; that’s rarely so with a small-titted one.

I seriously wanted to pull her down hard on me and squirt her womb full of my baby-makers. I gently held on to her prominent, long nipples. At other times I manhandled her hard little ass to her oohs and ahhs. I groped her butt cheeks. She liked that a lot.

Oh God, Isobel’s taking so excruciatingly long.

She began rolling her hips. She had found a position that rubbed her happy button. She suddenly began humping her tight little pussy at me hard, and I rapid motions.

EEee - eee - eee - eee...

She made a “Whap - whap - whap” noise as she pounded herself out on me.

“Oh, Jack! WHHAAaaaaaaaaaaa, oh yes... OHhhhh ... Mmmmmmmm...”

I grunted loudly and flooded her insides; I’m sure I squirted deep inside her. I held her tight to me as I pulsed and pulsed. I kept my dick pressed firmly to her. This was such a great feeling. My balls sent messages of their happiness.

She was pressed hard against me, and I was shoved right up against her inner barrier. I sprayed what had to be a gallon of jizz right into her womb.

Isobel shook and quivered on me. She continued to twitch during her longer female orgasm. Izzy’s inner hole constantly rubbed my glans. This is what sex is supposed to be like.

She kept me tightly against her until she relaxed. She shimmied down my body. I was still hard. She laid down on me and sighed a long, satisfied sigh. We stayed that way for several minutes, still in bliss, just being one with the world.

She began to move to separate herself from me. She lay next to me and had her head on my chest.

Izzy grinned devilishly, “Jack, you know ... you took my cherry, now you have to marry me.”

I chuckled, “I think we are already there, sweetheart. We are destined to be together for the rest of our lives. If we can find a minister or a magistrate, we can do that. You are already my woman. I don’t need a piece of paper to claim you. You’re mine now.”

She pumped her little fist, “YES. Finding a pastor is probably too far-flung of an idea. I just want you to know I want more of this forever and ever and ever.”

“I said, “I do too, sweetheart, I do too.”

“Is this how love feels?”

“It feels pretty darn close; it’s the first step.”

“Mm-hmmm.”

“I said, Good night lover.”

She said, “Lover? Yes, a nice word. Goodnight, Lover.”

Later, I awoke to hear Peyton say, “Hey Jack, have you seen Izzy? Ohhh - CRAP!”

We both looked at her. The smell of sex was still very much in the room, and I had a morning hard-on at full mast. Isobel and I were both buck-naked. It was obvious from the odor and disheveled bedclothes that we had done the deed.

Peyton said, “But, but ... You guys can’t do thhaaat...”

Izzy teased, “Do whaaat?”

Peyton’s hands on her hips sharply said, “You fucked him!”

Izzy said, “No, baby sister! We didn’t do that; we made love. There is a big difference.”

Peyton said, “But you’re not married. That means you two fucked”

Izzy said, “Think a minute. There are probably no pastors or ministers. There are no ships out here. Everybody behind us has died. All that has gone out the window. As far as we know, we may be all there is.”

Izzy continued, “Jack and I spent a lot of time enjoying each other. It was lovemaking and not something as nasty as what you said. Shame on you for using that word.”

Peyton pouted, “You liked it! How could you?”

Izzy smiled, “Huh? How could I not, you silly little child?”

I knew it was time to leave them at it.

I took my morning wood into the head and drained the main vein.

As I popped topside for a quick look-see, I heard them continue yapping back and forth down below. Oh sister rivalry. I popped back down to put coffee on and retreated topside again.

This was more about Izzy and I being together; now Peyton felt like she was an outsider. Yada - yada. They droned on as I set about starting my day.

It was part jealousy and part Peyton feeling some unreasoned rejection. Typical younger sister jealousy baloney. I would have done the same things to Peyton if she’d been the one sunburned and if she came on to me like Izzy had. Peyton had been the stand-offish one. Izzy wanted me to take her.

The fact was, no matter which girl I bedded first, the other was going to feel put out.

Seeing a topless Peyton this morning, I realized she had no sunburn whatsoever. That reinforced the idea they are not full sisters, even if they are kin. I had my doubts even about that.

I sipped my coffee and saw nothing. We had one-foot high rollers slowly coming from behind. We were doing 4 knots and steady on course with a moderate 8 to 9-knot wind pushing us. We slowly rolled just a tiny bit.

The wind died down somewhat overnight, so we were only doing around 5.

The girls came topside, and I saw that Isobel was still completely naked. That perked up my dick which got attention from Peyton. She didn’t use words to say what she was thinking, but she was looking at it.

She peeked at my dick a lot. She had seen it, so I had stayed naked like I always did underway. My dick has a good tan. I have a good all-over and a very even tan.

I sat down, and Isobel slid up to me to cuddle. Peyton sat next to her. Isobel pulled her into her other side.

Izzy said to Peyton, “You know, we are both destined to be his wives. It’s not just going to be me. As far as we know, we could be the only three people left alive. You should think about that.”

Peyton drooped, “I don’t know how. I don’t think I am ready to go that far yet.”

Izzy said, “I felt the same way yesterday. Jack is a gentleman and took his time with me. When your ready, you can expect he will be gentle and take good care of you. Nothing feels that good in the whole wide world. It can’t, I would go crazy.”