Chapter 3

We had been going out every day for over a week to gather samples from the various reefs in the area. I had gotten over my initial shock of seeing Amista and Aldrix casually remove their sarong and dive naked. That didn’t mean that I did not get an instant hard-on every time Amista took off her sarong to dive and when she came back on board to deliver the samples to my mother. Because I did, every damn time. Thankfully, Mom often stayed out late to visit with old friends. Then, I could take that opportunity to relieve myself back in our hut.

My mother seemed to cope with the mores of the island with little difficulty. Even when Aldrix came aboard a few times with an erection to deliver his samples, she didn’t even look surprised. She thanked him and told him what she wanted him to look for on his next dive, just like she always did.

The first time that happened, I looked at her afterward as if to say what the hell was that all about? All she did was smile, wink and say, “Cute.”

It was Saturday night, and Mom told me there was going to be a party on the beach and that I should relax and have fun.

A bonfire was lit at dusk. Food and drink were laid out on tables. Native music was playing in the background. It looked like there were over 400 to 450 people at the party. Mom and I were greeted with smiles and offered food and drink.

Mom explained that this was a bi-weekly event. All of the women, young and old, were either nude above the waist or had tied their sarongs a little more fashionably. Some showed one breast, and some showed none. A boom box was playing native music, and people were dancing. Adults and teenagers were running in and out of the surf in the nude. Most of the men and boys were sporting erections, which the women and girls seemed to be unconcerned with as they frolicked with them. Of course, I was constantly getting a hard-on as I gazed at the lovely, topless women and young girls. However, I no longer concerned myself with it. It may have been a little uncomfortable, but I was no longer embarrassed by it. At least I kept mine covered.

I couldn’t get over how friendly these people were. Of course, I didn’t make it any secret that I liked hanging with Amista. We had become what I liked to call friends over the last week and a half. I stuck close to her whenever I could. My mom had wandered off to mingle with old friends.

I watched couples flirt and leave holding hands. As the night wore on, couples were making out as they danced. I smiled when I saw a woman kissing a young boy as he felt her up. She must have had a few too many pineapple punch drinks. As I looked around, it looked like she was not the only one that had been at the punch.

Amista and I were sitting close together enjoying the festivities when she suggested we find her brother, “Come, Phil. Let’s find my little brother.” I held Amista’s hand as we ran up from the beach and through the palm trees. We came to the edge of a clearing, and there was her brother lying on his back as a light-haired woman sucked his cock. We were in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, but there was plenty of moonlight to clearly see what was happening in the clearing.

Holy crap, the only light-haired woman on the island was. No, it couldn’t be.

My mother looked up from the light chocolate cock she was sucking and said a few words I could not hear from where I was standing. I went into a momentary panic. I whispered to Amista, “Holy shit, what the hell does she think she is doing? Is she crazy? What if your mother and father find out she is molesting your brother.”

Amista squeezed my hand to get my attention. When I turned to her, she looked me straight in the eyes, put her hand on my cheek, and explained that I need not concern myself about what was happening in the small clearing in front of us. “Your mother is not molesting Aldrix. He is almost fifteen years old. Don’t you think it’s a good that they can enjoy each other? Some boys and girls start having sex even younger than my brother. I’m sure you will not deny your mother and my brother this simple pleasure while you are our guests.

I was reminded that the mores of this island were so different from back home. The uninhibited nudity of the old and the young. The open display of sex on the beach. Amista’s reassurance as she touched my arm that what my mother was doing was acceptable behavior seemed to calm me. I don’t know why, but seeing my mother performing oral sex with an adolescent was no longer that disturbing.

All my thoughts and attention turned to Amista, “Are you?” I let the question hang in the air.

“Yes, I have sex when I want it,” Amista answered without hesitation.

“I’m surprised you’re not married or pregnant,” I responded much too quickly.

“No, not pregnant. I take my pill every morning. I’m going to the University of Hawaii next year. My mother said it’s too much trouble being married with a baby and going to school, too.

I looked left and right and waved my hand around, “Where did you go to high school?”

Amista laughed as she pointed to the sky. “Satellite and my laptop.”

“Duh, of course.” I was learning that they may live in paradise and ignore what is thought of as promiscuity in our society, but they were by no means backward or ignorant.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Amista asked as bold as could be.

I could hardly believe she just said that. Where I come from, beautiful girls don’t just ask guys to fuck them. They usually make us work for it. “Well, sure,” Was all I could get out.

Amista undid her sarong and laid it out on the ground in the shadows at the edge of the clearing.

I quickly glanced over to my mother and Amista’s brother, “Right here? My mother might see us.” I asked in a bit of a panic.