Chapter 6: Island Incest, Loving, and Movies

Mark played bartender since he’d already had a full day to learn the layout and contents of the home we were in, including the bar. Terry hustled up hors d’oeuvres they’d made earlier from the refrigerator and microwave. I wondered how they had electric power on the island; Terry read my mind, “There’s a generator about two hundred yards out the back. Our needs are modest since we rarely need air conditioning.”

“Who owns this?”

Terry peered at me over his sunglasses. “Johnny Depp.”

Crystal squealed, “For real?!!”

Terry said, “For real. We sort of know each other. I saw him a month or so ago and asked if he ever let careful and considerate guests here – people trying to have fun while they avoided the paparazzi. He asked who and when, and I suggested this week, mentioning your names. Turns out, he’s a huge fan of you two,” he gestured to Crystal and me. “Two days later, I got a FedEx with instructions about the house, travel, and all that. I contacted your sis and Lauren, and, well, here you all are.”

Anna twirled around, her breasts swaying in a sexy way that made my mouth water even though she was my sister, “I am so enthralled by this place ... and now even more. He’s one of my favorite movie stars.” How had I ever crossed that line with her, changing from having an arms-length sisterly relation to one based on love, passion, and sex? I felt so glad we’d taken things to another level, and I knew Anna felt the same way. I also felt grateful that she’d found a comfortable relationship with Mark – and that he was a tolerant man.

Mark sidled up behind Anna, reached under her arms and clasped her breasts in his hands. Apparently, he’d also enjoyed the sway of her breasts as she twirled. She held his hands to both breasts and turned her head to kiss him. It was a tender moment, made more sensuous by their nudity.

Ellen said sternly, “Now children, if we don’t have dinner, we won’t have energy for all the post-dinner activities and games that we all seem to be interested in. The buffet is ready in the dining area.” She gestured to her left past the open kitchen to the large dining area.

With all the sides of the building open, eating inside was just like eating outside. Sunset occurred a few minutes before six o’clock. As we sat at the dining room table, we had a panoramic view over the sea to the western horizon. The clouds that had dotted the horizon turned various shades of pink and rose, and then a pinkish gray until as we finished dinner a genuine midnight blue darkness fell over the sea.

Some dim lights along the path to the beach invited us back to our chaises. We passed by them, and waded into the surf, soon to swim and float in the quiet sea. Above us, a billion stars beckoned our thoughts to a higher plane.

Anna floated into my arms in the sea, as natural as if we’d practiced the maneuver a thousand times a day. We kissed with the passion of lovers who had been too-long separated. Moments later, after I’d carried her ashore, I set her body on one of the large chaises. I spread her legs and nestled between them, lapping at her salty body. I sucked the entire right part of her labia into my mouth, pulling on the skin to excite her. I lapped at her slit with my rough tongue, digging down to the soft interior, and then feeling the nub of her clitoris emerge from its hood to savor the pleasure I offered.

Anna purred and ran her hands through my wet hair. Her moans resonated in my mouth and across the sand to the others. We had nothing to hide. We were proud of our love and our passionate incestuous relationship.

I kept circling her clit with my tongue, using the rough surface to rake across the erogenous tip. I added two fingers, and then three, and then four, turning my hand back and forth. Anna writhed in pleasure beneath me. Now and then a loud shriek from her would echo around us as I touched her in some unexpected way. I wanted her to explode before I penetrated her; I couldn’t even describe my love for her, yet I hoped I could show her by the sexual pleasure I brought her.

I heard Anna sigh aloud, “Oooooooh fuuuuuucccccck!” In that instant, I felt her hips push into my hands and face, and her vagina pulsated around my fingers. A flood of fluid appeared, soaking the two of us in her delicious ejaculation. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and raked through my scalp. I’d raised her to an orgasmic hair-trigger, and I knew I could keep her there.

Anna started to shriek out little ‘eeks’ as each wave of pleasure hit her body. I didn’t let up right at that instant, trying to keep my fingers in her cunt and my tongue rotating around her clit. I held her ass, pushing her pelvis into my face. More ‘eeks’ emerged along with a string of expletives. When she implored me to stop, I slowed, but by then I think she’d had two minutes of trembling nonstop orgasms.

“Oh, Jimmy. Please come up here. You’ve given me such pleasure, but now it’s my turn. Bring your cock up to my mouth.”

When I relocated and knelt by her head, Anna ran her sharp fingernails along the underside of my already erect shaft. With her other hand, she stroked my balls. I felt her move, and then her mouth enveloped the head of my cock. A wave of liquid heat ran up my rod and into my body. If I hadn’t been hard before, I turned into tungsten steel at that instant. Anna’s tongue ran around the mushroom cap of my prick, often and softly stroking and kissing the sensitive glans.

I whispered to her, “Where the fuck did you learn to do THAT. You are fabulous.”

She hummed around my cock, and then whispered back, “Just wait. I’ve only started.”

After those words, Anna’s entire mouth slid down my thick dowel of skin. She purposely scraped her teeth along both sides, softly yet erotically adding even more stimulation. Her hand came into play as her head started to bob. Occasionally, she would slowly sink until her face flattened against my pubes – a deep throat; she’d then pull away and gasp for the air she’d foregone in those seconds. The sounds of liquid slurping arose from her work.

I felt a familiar twinge deep within my body. “Pussy or mouth. I’ll have to make a choice here very soon if you keep that up.”

“Jimmy, I want you deep inside me; so deep in my cunt that I can feel you near my heart. Oh, I love you so.” She pushed me away in a subtle move, urging me to relocate between her legs again, this time with my granite cock.

I sank into Anna in one powerful stroke. She felt no pain at my assault because, as expected, she had flooded herself with the natural lubrication that invited swift and hard intercourse. My cock filled her body, and I heard her gasp.

After only a few strokes, I heard Anna emit a small ‘eek’ again; I had triggered an orgasm as my shaft had rubbed against her tumescent clitoris. More juices flooded between us, and more gasps of pleasure came from her lips. Her body moved into synchronization with mine, her hips rising to meet my downward thrusts into her tight warm hole.

Anna voiced a few fragmented words, “Fuck me ... you’re so deep you make me ... oh, Jim, I love you so ... I want it all ... Ooooooooooh,” and a pause of a few seconds, and another, “Ooooooooh.” Anna had just had two back-to-back orgasms around my shaft. I could feel her pussy trying to suck me into her body. I pounded on and on into her body, finding pleasure and love in every stroke.

Anna’s legs wrapped around my back, and she used them to ensure I drove my rod harder and harder into her body. The world had been reduced to the small space where my cock drove into her cunt; I filled her mind, body, and spirit. Every pore of our bodies resonated with our passion, our love, our lust.

She got so that every long in-stroke I took, she’d groan and suck in a large lung full of air to maintain consciousness rather than blackout as the unabating waves of passion roared through her body. I felt close to the same state myself, yet motivated and singularly focused at delivering continuous joy to my sister through my cock.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” Anna screamed in rapid succession as the ‘big one’ started to rifle through her entire body. Our synchronized movements stopped as her body just started to shudder and writhe into mine, trying to draw my cock ever deeper into her nest. “Oh, fuck, I’m cuming – hard ... really hard ... Oh, Jim, it feels so good.” Anna’s choked-up voice betrayed she was on the verge of tears of an ultimate happiness.

Anna’s legs jerked me into her groin and stopped, holding me there as the vaginal muscles pulsed wildly against my cock. I could resist no further, if I had been trying to. I came too, right at the height of her orgasm. My back arched and I pushed hard into my sister with one last resounding slap of our bodies. From deep within, I felt my semen pulse through my body and careen up my shaft. I started to spew my cum into my sister; jet after jet after jet of my potent sticky fluid – and as the liquid flew from my body into hers, I sent an expression of love to her – love from the farthest corners of the Universe.

I don’t think we moved for a full minute or more. I remained buried to the hilt in Anna’s sweet and delicious body. Around us, an aromatic cloud of our sexual juices had formed. Our bodies occasionally enjoyed an uncontrollable after-spasm of pleasure. Slowly, the joy of afterglow over took our bodies. Anna released her hold on me, and I relaxed but remained buried in her cunt. I leaned in, and we kissed passionately and then tenderly with a peak of love.

Anna whispered, “I have never ever had sex like we just did. I have never cum so frequently – one continuous orgasm, or emitted so much fluid, or felt so passionate. Oh, Jimmy, I love you so.” She locked her lips to mine and drove her tongue into my mouth. Afterwards, I rolled us to our sides, but kept my cock inside her. I noticed no proclivity to subside; I too had just had the greatest fuck of my life – and it was with my lovely, adorable, beautiful sister. Not only did I love her with a new passion, but also, I felt a reconnection with a part of me I’d grown up with, and knew more intimately in many ways than I consciously knew myself.

As tears of joy ran down her face, Anna whispered, “Jimmy, I have more love inside me for you than all the light from all the stars above us. Never question that I don’t love this – what we do – our making love like this. I adore you, always have, and I love that we found we can connect physically.” Another series of spasms ran through our bodies focused on where we were joined together.

Near us on the other large loungers, various combinations of lovers had also arrived out of our evening swim in the sea. We had both been oblivious to anything around us other than our partner; now, we looked around us at the others.

As we cuddled together in our afterglow, we watched Mark surge his seed into Crystal’s body right beside us. The two were vocal about their pleasures of the flesh, their voices and moans carrying across the water. Although I knew Crystal intimately, seeing her copulating with someone else always stimulated me in sexual ways. When we were apart, traveling in different directions, I often thought of her fucking with someone else as I watched. The experience was beyond erotic for me.

I asked Anna in a low voice with a touch of humor considering what we’d just been through, “You all right with all this open sex? You were pretty modest as we grew up.” I gestured to Mark and Crystal, but also meant to include the two of us. Ellen, Lauren, and Terry were doing something on a further chaise but they were harder to see in the darkness.

Anna chuckled, “More than you know. I guess I’ve been a closet slut all my life, so something like this group sex and polyamory is a wild dream come true for me. And if you worry about Mark and me, don’t. I’m glad he likes this lifestyle and doesn’t go over the top about it. Neither of us does.” She whispered in my ear, “Plus, we probably will never go further in our relationship than we are now, and that’s just being very good friends and fuck buddies.”

“How did you find each other?” I asked.

“Internet dating and emails to blind mailboxes. I’m grateful for that approach before we announced who we really were. I could lay much of my life and fantasies out there and see how he responded. He had all the right answers, feelings, and fantasies, too. When we met, we felt we were old friends we knew a lot about. Heck, we fucked on our first real date.”

“Any others in your life?”

“None in the running for now. When Mark and I started to find each other, I curtailed my interaction with the others on the Internet, although there’s one man I’ve kept in touch with because Mark and I thought we’d have a threesome for me some day – you know, me getting fucked by two guys. Mark is fluid, and comfortable in his sexuality. We share quite a few fantasies, like having sex in public.”

“You do? You did?” A vision of my sister spread out nude on the hood of a car as some unknown male fucked her flashed through my head.

Anna said, “No, not yet, but he liked our threesome with Lauren last night a lot; it was his first. I liked it a lot too, although the last time I had been with another woman was when Lauren, Crystal, and you were on the west coast. I like what I can do to another woman, and what she can do to me. I never saw myself as bisexual, but at least within this group, I love the various interactions. I think it all blew Mark’s mind, particularly when he watched me eating out Lauren, and vice versa. I lost track of how many orgasms we had. Why did I wait so long in my life for this pleasure. We all slept together, too, and that was comfortable and felt right. I encouraged his interaction with Lauren. I hope he can handle the other kind of threesome.”