Chapter 1: A New Life

I was lying in bed, snuggled into my wife’s back. The house was quiet. It was so peaceful that I didn’t want to get up.

Cupping my wife’s right breast in my left hand I thought about all the things that brought me to where I was now. The life choices I had made and the life styles I had experienced.

I thought about the White family in Gunnison and how they taught me to enjoy unbridled sex. I thought about the Hill family in Colorado Springs who taught me about the joys of group sex and the idea of compersion. I thought about the Svenson family in Lawton that helped me understand that family love and sex was not an immoral practice. I thought about the Reinhardt and Collins families who made today possible.

Today was the first day of a new year. It was also the first day of a whole new life. A life that was void of unreasonable rules and unwarranted intrusions in how we lived and loved.

I felt the bed move behind me. My daughter snuggled her naked body against my back. Her small hand wrapped around my cock as she sighed in contentment.

“Daddy,” Liz said. “Are you excited about today?”

“Your mother and I are very excited.”

“I am excited too.”

“What excites you the most?”

“Gee Dad. There are so many things that I am looking forward to. Living on an island. Warm weather all year long. Being able to get naked anytime I want. But most of all, I am excited that we can touch each other anytime we want and not get into trouble with the law or prudish people.”

My wife was listening to our conversation. I could see the nipple of her right breast hardening.

Ann said, “I bet that you are most excited about being able to show your tits and shaved pussy to people you don’t know.”

Liz blushed but did not dispute her mother’s comment. “What should I do if I see someone and my nipples get hard and my pussy gets wet?”

My wife replied, “Honey, if that happens, we hope you will tell us before you do anything sexual with them. You are treated as an adult in our group but you are still considered a child to people outside of our group.”

“Thanks Mom, that makes me feel better. I never want to do anything that might make you upset with me or lose the trust you have in me.”

We could hear movement in the rest of the house. “It is time to get dressed, get some breakfast, and head to the airport,” I said.

Breakfast was light. Coffee, juice, and sweet rolls. John and Carol Quigley joined us and wished us a safe trip. They would be joining us on the island next week.

Our excitement rose another level when a limousine and a van arrived in front of our house. Limousines and vans arrived at the Twain, Svenson, and Martinez households at the same time.

At 9am, we caravanned to the airport and by 10am, we were in the air. The flight was uneventful but the endorphin level was off the chart. Before landing in St. Maarten, Roger and Hank had the pilots fly a couple of circuits over our islands so that we could see it from the air.

James and Janice Collins meet us at the airport along with a customs officer. The heat and humidity hit us like a bolt of lightning. We had dressed for the 30 degree temperatures of winter in Oklahoma. James assured us that we would get used to the weather within a week. The customs officer gave our passports a cursory glance and welcomed us to St. Maarten. With the bags and boxes loaded onto a truck, we boarded a bus to take us to the St. Maarten Ferry Terminal. Another hour and we were pulling into the dock at Pineapple Island.

We were met by the Vandenberg family: Hans, Anika, and their five children. The Vandenbergs were the caretakers of the island and would be an integral part of the management team.

Roger and Hank advised me on the flight over that I should meet with them in private as soon as possible to remove any fears that they might have about their future on the island.

The Vandenbergs had seven resort carts to take us and our luggage to our individual living quarters. Ann, Liz and I rode with Hans Vandenberg. On our way to our assigned pods, I asked Hans if I could meet with him and his wife while my crew was moving into their quarters.

I knew a little about the Vandenbergs from my talks with Roger and Hank. Hans and Anika were hired by the grandparents to be caretakers for the island during its construction phase. Their contract would end when that phase was completed. The Vandenbergs had five children, three boys and two girls. Kyler was the oldest son at seventeen. The twins, Koenraad and Lars were the youngest boys at sixteen. Tryne was the oldest girl at fifteen and Kast’je was the youngest at fourteen.

“Thank you for meeting with me. If I were in your shoes I would be worried and nervous about meeting the new management. The reason I wanted to meet with you immediately was to reduce your anxiety and fears.

“Hans. Anika. I have had many talks with Roger, Hank, and their wives. They all speak highly of your work ethic and loyalty. I would be very proud if you and your family became part of my team and help me be successful in this new venture.”

I could see the anxiety drain from their faces and bodies.

“But before you give me your answer I want to ask you a few questions. Do you know what kind of a resort you are helping to build?”

Hans answered, “We know that it is a resort for rich people who want to relax without the public knowing that they are here.”

“Is that all you have been told?”

Hans looked at his wife, and Anika said, “I overheard Mrs.
Collins and Mrs. Reinhardt talking one day. I think that those rich people will be coming here to do more than get away from public eyes.”

“What do you think they will be doing on this island, Anika?”

Anika was nervous and blushing when she said, “I think they will be doing things that are frowned upon by most people.”

Hans said, “Anika and I think that they want to be naked all of the time and...”

“Have sex with each other,” blurted Anika.

“Do you think that that is a bad thing? Do you think that nudity is a bad thing? Do you think that sex between family members is immoral? Would it bother you to work here if most of the people that come here like to be naked and like having sex with other members of their family?”

“No. It wouldn’t bother us,” Hans said.

“What if I told you that my wife, my daughter, and I are naked in our house and we have sex with each other?”

Anika said, “That wouldn’t bother us either.”

“Why not, Anika?”

Hans and his wife looked at each other. Anika took her husband’s hands into hers and said, “Because we do that too. We are always naked in our house and have made love with all of our children.”

“Have you been naked and had sex with other couples or families?”

Hans spoke first. “No we haven’t, but we would like to.”

I stood up and said, “Come with me.”

Hans and Anika followed me to my family’s quarters.

Hans and Anika froze the moment they entered our living pod.

I stood to the side and introduced the Vandenbergs to my very naked wife and equally naked daughter.

Ann went directly to Hans, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him with lots of tongue action. “It is very nice to meet you, Hans.”

Liz was doing the same thing with Anika before my girls switched places. Ann was hugging and kissing Anika while Lizzy was doing the same to Hans.

Still holding Hans in her arms, Lizzy turned to me and asked, “House Rules?” I nodded my head in the affirmative.

Lizzy looked up at Hans and said that in our house, no clothes were allowed. After saying that she started unbuttoning Hans’s shirt. Ann was rapidly helping Anika to get naked. I was having to strip myself as the girls were busy getting the Vandenbergs naked.

“Daddy. Look at how big Mr. Vandenberg’s penis is. Can I touch it?”