Mission: Sure Hope It’s Possible

9:27 P.M., Monday, June 22, 2015

Just Outside Honolulu, HI

Paul Macon, not quite one month past nine years old, was suited up. There were leaves sticking out of his cap, and he held in one hand a small bush with which to cover up, hopefully blending into the lush Hawaiian foliage. His mission: to find where the owner of this property threw his trash away, search said trash, and return to the stream with anything useful. Also, don’t get caught.

Using the common Hawaiian system of navigation in which one kept oneself oriented to the sea and to the mountains, he quickly found himself outside the house, in fact just outside the garage. He kept an eye out for people, dogs, or cameras. If there were hidden cameras he couldn’t avoid them, but his father had once told him that cameras were usually visible, in order to discourage intruders. But so far, he had seen nothing to fear.

There they were: a trash bin, a recycle bin, and something marked “COMPOST.” He went for the trash first; maybe there would be meat or bread or something to supplement their diet of fruit. He was disappointed in what he found: one moldy orange and nothing else that ever had been edible. He did find a broken brick, and this he snatched in hopes that it would help crack open coconuts.

The recycle bin held greater treasure: a kitchen knife with the tip broken off. This would help with peeling fruit and cutting branches for the shelter he and Paula were hoping to build. He also snagged a large jar, figuring it could hold water for when they were away from the stream.

Paul was touching the lid to the compost bin when he heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening and closing. Quickly, he hid himself among the bushes planted along the house, biting his lip to avoid crying out when a sharp leaf poked him in the side of the nose. The child thought he could feel blood, so sharp was the leaf. He held his own portable bush in front of himself.

Within seconds a beautiful woman wearing only a red towel stepped from the garage with a small plastic bag, which she threw in the trash. Paul again had to be careful not to make any noise; the woman was wearing a very short haircut, and her hair was bright green! As soon as her back was turned the boy dared use one hand to move the leaf from his nose and check for blood. He wished he hadn’t when the woman turned around and stared into the bushes, her head turning as if she were scanning. He considered making a break for it when her head stopped and she stared directly in his direction, a puzzled look on her face. Just as he had decided to run, Paul saw another woman in a towel, a yellow towel this time, step out of the garage behind the first woman. This woman looked exactly like the first one! She even had the bright green pixie-cut. It was like they were twins, which Paul realized they must be.

“Hey sis!” the new arrival shouted, “Rosi picked Monopoly for tonight. We’re not playing strip so you don’t need THIS!”

With that she yanked the red towel off of her sister, leaving her standing in the driveway stark staring buck-ass nude. Paul gasped, but fortunately both women were now laughing and didn’t hear him. Nor did they hear his second gasp when the naked twin yanked the yellow towel off of the other, and both of them now started a sort of ‘keep-away’ game with the towels. Paul would later wonder why each twin didn’t simply put on the towel she now held, but right now he wasn’t really thinking at all. For all the nudie mags he’d enjoyed, he’d never actually seen a full-grown woman naked in person before, and now there were two of them right in front of him, laughing and bouncing and jiggling about.

This went on for about three hours before the two women ran back into the garage, giggling like mad. It was another two hours before Paul could pull himself together and stagger out of the bushes. He quickly realized that these two events had taken about a minute and a half and two minutes, respectively, but his time-sense was distorted. He gave his head a shake and headed back to the stream. He was halfway there when he realized that he’d forgotten his loot, so he returned for it. The rest of the mission went without incident.

Spying

4:44 P.M., Thursday, June 25, 2015

PLUR-MAkKikM, just outside Honolulu, HI

Paul had of course told his girlfriend about the hot naked giggling green-haired twins. She didn’t believe him at first, but he convinced her in time. When they returned the next day for another raid together, they saw no one, and a dedicated spying mission that same night showed a lovely though short blonde woman in clothes riding away on a bicycle.

Walking down the drive they saw the stone plaque at the entrance: PLUR-MAkKikM. Underneath in slightly smaller letters was engraved: Peace Love Unity Respect and under that: Maluhia Aloha ke Kuʻikahi i ka Mahalo. It was Paul who decided that the Hawaiian words must be the same as the English words, and they both knew immediately that the main title was the initials of the words underneath.

Most of the house they could get a good look at and still remain in the bushes or trees. Even the pool, with twin waterfalls cascading into it, was visible to them, though at a greater distance than they would have liked. Yesterday they had just been able to see a black woman of anywhere from fifteen to twenty-five years of age and an older white man, forty-five to fifty years old, getting out of the pool, embracing, and going inside. They had both been nude.

Today the older man was back, and this time the green-haired twins were with him. All were nude. Paul’s eyes sparkled as he saw the naked beauties again; Paula’s eyes sparkled as she saw the second naked adult man of her life, Genkins having been the first. She was too far to make out details of his face, but she assumed he was better looking than Genkins. He was tanned but the twins were darker still, and the two kids wondered if they might be Hawaiian or part Hawaiian.

Then two more nude people came out of the house and into the pool. One was a shorter blonde woman, apparently the same one who had ridden off on the bike before. The other was a man, taller than the older man and darker than the twins and, Paula quickly noticed, more well-endowed than the older man, who was himself more endowed than Genkins.

“He’s ready to play baseball with that bat!” Paul hissed to Paula, who giggled. She wasn’t sure it was right to spy on the naked people, who after all had every reason to believe that nobody could see them except each other, but the chance to watch naked adults at play was too much to resist.

The adults swam, jumped into the pool from the sides or the diving board, and occasionally gazed off into the distance, though what they might be looking at the children couldn’t guess. Several times there were embraces and twice there were kisses, long kisses which the kids suspected were French, though of course they couldn’t be sure. Specifically, both men kissed the blonde woman. After about half an hour they all dried off and entered the house.

Paul and Paula returned to the little house of sticks they’d made by the stream. It might keep rain off if they could cover it with large leaves. They were very excited by what they had seen, though a touch disappointed that it hadn’t developed into the poolside orgy they were starting to expect. Still, perhaps they were all having sex together inside the house. The two children were so excited at this possibility that they made talked about it for hours.

As soon as they were back indoors, Ted kissed Cassandra again. She kissed him back, pressing her naked body against his. He ran his fingers through her wet blonde hair.