Chapter 14: Bora Bora

-- Thursday November 27, 2008 --

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. With a sigh, I relaxed and let my head loll back onto my pillow, rather lazily soaking up the exquisite sensations of an expertly-crafted blowjob. I could tell from her technique that it was Emma giving me my morning wake-up call, a thought that definitely put a smile on my face. Although Eden had of course been performing this particular alarm clock function quite a bit over the past several weeks, I couldn’t recall the last time my “other” baby sister had done so. Emma’s unhurried pace and intuitive ability to vary her technique in pleasant harmony with my reactions were a perfect way to start off a leisurely vacation. Really, the only thing that would make it better would be if Eden--

An erect, pebbly nipple pushed against my lips before I could complete that thought. I opened my eyes (and opened my mouth) to find Eden pressing her perky, firm C-cup breast into my face. I licked and suckled like a happy baby while she smirked and giggled a little at the ticklish touch. And after a few seconds, my baby sister slid down the bed far enough to start trading tongue-filled kisses with me instead.

Eden and I were still making out when our mutual little sister stopped sucking my schlong and instead slid up my body to sink her sweet snatch down so that it surrounded my steel-hard shaft. I groaned into Eden’s mouth and pulled back to stare down the length of my bare chest and smile at the sight of Emma’s equally-naked body sedately undulating atop me like a belly dancer in slow-motion. It felt like it had been an eternity since the last time my “other” baby sister and I had been joined together this intimately, even though the six of us had suitably celebrated our arrival at this exclusive, private, beachfront villa with the requisite vacation kick-start orgy.

But prior to the girls’ arrival here in Bora Bora, the last time Emma and I had been together would’ve been ... November 11th? The Veteran’s Day we spent together after Eve had her minor freakout had included a nice little threesome. Before that, November 7th had been the only time the girls, Bert, and I had played basketball over the past month, since I’d skipped both the 14th and 21st due to late nights at the office for 4D and October 31st had been Halloween. So yeah, Emma and I had hooked up only twice between October 24th and last night, more than a full month’s time period.

No matter. We were family. Two hookups in the previous thirty-odd days isn’t necessarily bad. Our relationship would last a lifetime and wasn’t wholly dependent on sex. Besides, Emma was here now (sans boyfriend) and I certainly expected us to make up for lost time.

Seemingly like-minded, my baby sister now leaned forward to grab onto the top of the headboard and use the leverage to start humping me harder. The movement put her perfect tits just above my face, and I thoroughly enjoyed making a game out of popping my head up off the pillow to try and capture one of her swaying nipples between my lips. Emma giggled and started jerking her torso to the left or right each time I snapped upward to make it harder for me. And while this obviously threw off our fucking rhythm, we were both having too much of a good time to care.

Meanwhile, Eden circled around behind Emma and spooned herself behind her twin sister. When Eden reached around and slid her hand down into Emma’s crotch, nimble fingers working the little love button she found there, Emma sat back up and leaned into her sister’s embrace. I raised my hands to cup and fondle Emma’s luscious breasts, tweaking her nipples with my thumbs. And Emma turned her head to the side, meeting her sister’s pouty lips as the pair of identical twins kissed each other tenderly at first before slowly ramping up their passionate energy.

“Beautiful...” I murmured quite rapturously. “You two are so fucking beautiful...”

As the girls’ arousal increased, Eden slid her left hand up to take over caressing Emma’s breasts without stopping the movement of her right hand on Emma’s clit. I dropped my own hands down to Emma’s hips, gripping them tightly to help carve the walls of her cunt around my throbbing cock. And when I put some extra effort into my abs to really drive my dick upwards into my baby sister’s tight teenaged twat, Emma moaned into her twin’s probing mouth with her breathing speeding up until she finally clenched down, shuddered, and yanked her face away to let out a keening wail of ecstasy.

After that it was my turn. Yanking Emma’s chest down onto mine, I hooked my legs around hers and held her closely as I rolled us over without disengaging prick from pussy. I immediately started hammering her, powerfully pistoning my turgid tool into my baby sister’s splendid snatch. Emma grunted and groaned and whimpered and cried beneath my relentless onslaught, delighted to feel my divine dick driving deeper and deeper and DEEPER into her breathtakingly beautiful body. I held nothing back, knowing with certainty I’d be good for another round after this. Emma raised her legs up and crisscrossed her ankles behind my bouncing butt, spreading herself quite welcomingly as she smiled in ultimate satisfaction, eagerly anticipating my incestuous brother sperm.

We fucked in perfect harmony, on precisely the same wavelength and accelerating at the same frequency. The moment I gritted my teeth and felt a roar of exquisite relief explode deep within my lungs, Emma gaped her mouth open and gasped her own orgasmic ecstasy while tightening all four limbs around my heaving body.

We came together, a perfect simultaneous orgasm.

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I howled as my cock cannon fired away, blasting bolts of brother-spunk into the back of my baby sister’s welcoming womb.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” she cried in climactic elation, creaming her sweet nectar to coat my conquering cock.

Brother and sister thrashed together in the throes of mutual jubilation. Each time my dick recoiled from the force of my ejaculation, I slammed it right back in to shoot another shot of slimy brother-sperm into my baby sister’s baby box. But eventually I ran out of bullets, and I collapsed heavily onto Emma’s smaller body beneath me as my strength momentarily fled. She welcomed every pound of pressure, hugging me close and cooing with deep-seated satisfaction into my ear. And for a moment it felt like we could stay joined together like that forever.

“Hurry uh-uup!” Eden whined. “You’re taking too long to give me my fucking mixed-sibling creampie!”

Emma laughed first while I shot Eden a ‘knock it off’ look. My other baby sister merely grinned at me, not looking the least bit apologetic.

“What Eden wants, Eden gets,” Emma muttered dryly.

“Eden wants Brother Ben to blast a ... a ... shit, what did June call it?” Eden frowned for just a moment. “Oh yeah, Eden wants Brother Ben to blast a boatload of forbidden baby batter into me. And then Eden wants Sister Emma to slurp out the incestuous sperm and snowball it back to Eden. Got it?”

Emma and I laughed, and I bent over to give Emma a quick peck on the lips. And then together, we both turned to Eden and replied simultaneously...

“Got it.”

Adrienne had hooked us up with this luxurious villa with what felt like acres of private land around us. The resort was built on Piti A’au - a narrow island motu separate from the main island. Our private beach faced west across the lagoon so that we could see the sun setting behind Mount Otemanu in the evenings. The main building was a spacious three-bedroom “bungalow” with an expansive wraparound deck and a large infinity pool. Teak flooring and dark-beamed panels lent a luxurious island vibe to the décor, and a wide-open floorplan allowed cooling trade winds to blow in through billowing white linen curtains, although large folding doors with louvered shutters could also close off entire walls if so desired. Attendants were available but did not invade our privacy unless summoned. And from what I understood, this exact villa was one of Taylor Brynn Kwong’s personal favorite destinations.

All three bedrooms were luxurious with king-size beds and attached private bathrooms. The original plan was for Adrienne and Sasha to share one and Dawn and I to share a second. We wouldn’t have originally used the third bedroom, but then Adrienne had independently decided to invite along our extra two playmates, so the twins were supposed to be in that room. But at the culmination of last night’s orgy, the twins wanted to bed down with me, and Dawn had been only too happy to wrap up the evening sandwiched between Adrienne and Sasha. If I had to guess, the twins and I had woken up first, and the sounds of our lovemaking had stirred the others into picking up where they’d left off last night. Because when my bed partners and I emerged from our bedroom, soft, feminine moans continued to float down the hallway. The twins and I ordered breakfast for the group, and within twenty minutes two uniformed attendants brought in trays of food and drink to start our day before politely retreating.

It was a perfect day in paradise. The sun was shining, although heavy rainclouds still floated by every now and again, briefly obscuring the spectacular view we had of the mountains in the distance. Immediately outside our bungalow was the infinity pool with six lounge chairs, two of which were currently parked beneath the shade of a white linen-shrouded poolside cabana. Beyond the pool was a grove of palm trees surrounding a manicured grass lawn that led down to a white sandy beach, with clear aqua-blue water beyond. My family may have hiked out to the “Garden of Eden” year-in and year-out at Morris Camp, but THIS was the kind of place where I could imagine the first two Biblical humans making their home.

Apart from booking the villa, we had made no other plans: no sightseeing tours, no scuba excursions, nothing. The “plan” was to relax, enjoy the scenery, and just get away from it all. If someone changed their minds and wanted to spontaneously do something touristy, we could still do that. Resort management guaranteed they’d be able to arrange anything we desired at a moment’s notice. But in the meantime, we would all enjoy a few days “unscheduled”.

Adrienne, Sasha, and Dawn eventually joined us, the three of them looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite the jet lag. All had been sexually-satiated (for now), so I was off the hook in terms of servicing anyone. When Adrienne asked if anyone wanted to go out and do anything, she was met with a chorus of “NO!”s. The weather was perfect for sunbathing, and everyone went to go “change”.

Given the fact that all five young women emerged from the bedrooms wearing nothing but their bikini bottoms, I really have no idea what took them so long. Sitting down in the living room wearing nothing but my swim trunks and comfortable Olu Kai sandals, I fondly recalled the days of leaning against the porch railing outside our Morris Camp cabin, waiting for the girls to emerge one after the other in their newest skimpy bikinis before heading down to the lake.

I never mentioned this little memory to anyone, but Adrienne would later tell me that Dawn had thought of the exact same thing. So as it turned out, I was treated to a similar kind of fashion show, with the girls emerging one by one.

Emma, as the youngest, went first. She turned the corner from the hallway to the bedrooms wearing baby blue bikini bottoms with white trim and cute cork wedge sandals with dark tan leather straps over the toes and around the ankles. She was topless, her perfect breasts firm and perky, with crinkled pink nipples begging to be sucked on. Her hair was up in the same Heidi braids I remembered from our Veteran’s Day “date”, and she also wore the black choker with a cute pendant, her bangle bracelets, and gemstone rings. My baby sister beamed a toothy grin as she playfully sashayed around the living room like the happy teenager she was, completing a full lap so I could check out the way her beautiful booty popped out from the back of her bikini bottoms. And only then did she finally join me on the couch, laying her hand atop the bulge in my swim trunks and giving it a gentle caress.

Somehow, Eden knew to make her appearance at that exact moment. Call it twintuition or something. My other baby sister turned the corner wearing a white and black zebra-print bikini bottom and black high heels more suitable for a nightclub. Her hair was up in my now-favorite double buns, and she also wore the same black choker with cute pendant that Emma wore. She had three black leather braided bracelets on her left wrist and wore silver hoop earrings. Only then did I glance over and notice Emma had pearly-white plumeria studs in her ears. Eden came to a stop upon entering the living room, planting both hands on her hips and then pivoting on one black high heel to let me drink in all of her spectacularly nearly-nude form. After completing a full three-sixty, she then strutted with all the confidence of a runway model around the room before settling down to sit on my other side.

Dawn was the next youngest by a month and emerged looking absolutely amazing. The twins were teenaged dreams with a willowy slenderness, but at age twenty-four Dawn was a young woman, and still honestly the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. Hitting the gym five days a week with Summer had sculpted her body into a fit and fabulous work of art, with actual six-pack abs and excellent muscle tone without getting bulky. She was, quite frankly, in the best shape of her life. I think her improved chest muscles made her big D-cup tits even firmer, if you can believe it. They were certainly riding high and perky despite a complete lack of support, with a thin silver necklace drawing one’s attention to her exposed breasts.

Dawn’s bikini bottoms were navy blue and held together at the upper slopes of her pelvis with shiny silver rectangles. The material tapered in the back, narrowing to a tiny triangle and disappearing between her drumtight asscheeks the width of dental floss. Her ass looked better than ever and I was suddenly consumed with the idea of hot-dogging her buns until I spurted all over my best friend’s lower back. She seemed to read my mind, because she stopped walking and waggled her tushie at me with a grin. Rather than sit down, she stood just past Emma and turned to watch for the next arrival.

Sasha stepped out from the hallway next, even though I knew she was about a month older than Adrienne, so perhaps the order was less about reverse age and more because Adrienne wanted to go last (as usual). Sasha’s bikini bottoms were basic black but VERY high cut on her hips, making her legs appear even longer than they already were. She wore chunky black platform sandals with wide-band straps and a pair of chunky Christian Dior sunglasses over her eyes. Her luxurious dark hair was piled high in a ponytail and she wore vertically-dangling earrings comprised of tiny diamonds, each set stacked in a single, jagged row. The earrings matched a diamond necklace that looked to cost a fortune and featured the same jagged pattern of diamonds falling down between her stupendous D-cup breasts like a pendant. She circled the room and came to a stop just past Eden and turned to wait for her girlfriend.

Last, but certainly not least, Adrienne made us wait a minute for the main event. While Eden, Emma, Dawn, and Sasha were all certainly beautiful enough to make it in the world of modeling, only Adrienne Fucking Dennis was an actual world-class model, and she certainly knew how to make an entrance. At first, all we saw was a strappy stiletto high-heel attached to a long, naked leg. But she pulled her foot back a moment later, the big tease.

Next, she poked her bootylicious bum around the corner, letting us take in her curvaceous asscheeks hanging out of fire-red bikini bottoms attached with shiny gold metal circles at the hips.

Again, she pulled her butt back and made us wait a little more.

Only after another five seconds had passed did Adrienne finally burst around the corner, hips swaying as she strode forward faster than I would’ve thought possible on such skyscraper stilettos. She strutted with an intoxicatingly powerful confidence that put even Eden’s little display to shame, the veteran showing the youngster how it was really done.

Golden-blonde hair had been teased into a bigger-is-better style that seemed more lion’s mane than human hair. She’d re-done her makeup with red and gold eyeshadow and heavy contouring to her cheeks to give her face an even edgier appearance. Golden jewelry adorned her ears, neck, wrists, and even ankles. And I still haven’t even gotten around to mentioning her tits.

Overall I was surprised, although perhaps I shouldn’t have been, that she’d go to as much effort to impress me as she did for a New York Fashion Week. I mean, weren’t we all supposed to be relaxing? Not pouring extra effort into primping and preening for a minute-long walk around our little bungalow’s living room. But I took it as a compliment, and I drank in my Adrienne’s exotically-beautiful appeal as she practically snarled and came to a stop straight in front of me, almost daring me to break eye-contact and stare at her massive rack.

That’s because I still couldn’t actually see her massive rack, you see. Although not wearing a bikini top or any other clothing other than the fire-red bottoms, Adrienne held a long strip of red silk bunched up in her hands. The silk was wrapped around the back of her neck like a gym towel, and the delicate, translucent material more or less completely obscured any view I might have of her breasts.

“Heyyy, Tiger,” my goddess purred, hazel eyes flecked with gold. “See anything you like?”

“Hey, Tigress,” I replied with a grin, eager for the big reveal but patient enough in the firm belief there’s no way she’d hold out on me forever. “I see a LOT of things I like, but there are two of my favorite things in the entire world I’m still waiting on, and my life would be incomplete without them.”

“Good answer,” she said with a grin, letting go of the silk with her left hand and immediately dragging her right hand down. The red fabric quickly whipped behind her neck and then dropped to the floor on her right side, baring her bounteous bosom to my hungry gaze (and everyone else’s really).

I felt the urge to go caveman on her - tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her back into a bedroom – but I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore. Instead, I leaned back and groaned in heavenly delight at the sight before me, feeling a pleasurable buzz shoot up my spine like a crack cocaine addict getting his fix. “Fuck yeah...”

Emma still had her hand on my bulge, and she giggled at the way it started throbbing beneath her touch. I rather expected her to slide a hand inside and start stroking me, but instead my baby sister surprised me by getting off the couch entirely. Eden did too.

I glanced up at the twins in surprise, but it was Dawn who spoke for them, saying, “We’ll be on the beach. Take your time, you two.”

I blinked, not yet understanding. But when Dawn, Sasha, Eden, and Emma all turned and strode out through the big wide opening where our “wall” facing the ocean had been folded completely out to the sides, I suddenly realized what was going on.

“Heyyy, Tiger,” Adrienne purred once again as she turned around and bent over at the waist to show me her ass, dragging her fire-red bikini bottoms with her. She winked back at me upside-down between her legs as she stepped out of them, stood back up, turned around, and reached forward to start tugging down my swim trunks.

I hopped in my seat to help her, and then my golden goddess knelt astride my lap, still wearing her strappy stiletto heels. She rather casually notched my big dick into position and then slowly sat down, impaling her pussy in a single, steady plunge. And then she wrapped her arms around my head, first mashing my face into her prodigious cleavage and then bending over to give me a spectacularly super-nuclear kiss.

Five minutes later, a flock of tropical birds suddenly burst into flight from the tree just outside our bungalow, scared shitless by the piercing howl of Adrienne’s orgasmic ecstasy.

(No, that’s not a metaphor for Eden and Emma or anything. The other four girls really did just go down to start sunning themselves on the beach. Don’t overthink it.)

My bellow of ejaculatory release followed a minute later, but by then, all the birds had already flown away, not that either Adrienne or I noticed. We were too busy devouring each other’s tongue while one of the greatest and most important loves of my entire life mashed her massively marvelous and naked breasts into my chest as my spent schlong slowly softened inside her stupendously splendid snatch that was specially-reserved for me.

Damn I loved my life.

-- FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2008 --

As usual, the west-facing “wall” of our bungalow had been folded completely out to the sides, so that even from within our living room, we could have an unimpeded vista of everything that lay beyond. It was early afternoon when I stood just inside the metal tracks for those folding doors, a cocktail in hand as I smiled at the absolutely incredible view before me.

And I’m not talking about Mount Otemanu.

Five absolutely gorgeous young women lounged around the infinity pool in various stages of undress. Adrienne and Sasha were laying out in the sun on plush side-by-side loungers, topless so that their big breasts could get an all-over tan. Dawn was likewise topless, although she had moved into the cabana as she napped rather than risk getting burned. And the twins were completely naked except for their earbuds, listening to music and surfing their iPhones while sunning themselves face-down so that even their butts wouldn’t have tan lines.

Good thing we didn’t have to worry about paparazzi here, especially during the part when the girls were all putting suntan lotion on each other.

Sproing.

Rather than go out to rejoin them, I remained where I was, enjoying the way the building funneled the cool breeze of the trade winds through this big opening in the bungalow and sipping my drink. I surveyed the beautiful scenery before me (and briefly noticed the utopian landscape as well), thinking about all of our adventures so far.

After arriving Wednesday and having our kick-start orgy, none of us left the boundaries of the villa all day Thursday. We lounged on the beach, had sex, frolicked in the water, had more sex, celebrated “Thanksgiving” with a boisterously fun dinner, and then had even more sex. At the end of the evening, we actually went to bed in our originally-planned rooms, and I fell asleep with my Dawn happily nestled in my arms for the first time in about a week.

Having already spent approximately twenty-four hours having wall-to-wall sex, the girls FINALLY seemed to have been satiated when we woke up this morning. Rather than laze about the villa for another day, we actually got dressed and left our private beach. Adrienne had the concierge hook us up with a private snorkeling tour, and we’d enjoyed swimming around the crystal-clear blue waters getting up close and personal with the various creatures of the reef. Lunch was at a nice restaurant on the main island, and afterwards we took a water taxi back to our villa, having pronounced the snorkeling trip adventure enough for one day. I mixed everyone up a couple of drinks, the girls started shedding bikini parts, and we settled in for a relaxing afternoon.

I wasn’t interested in suntanning, and I wasn’t feeling tired enough to take a nap. The books I’d brought to read I’d already finished during my interminably long plane rides, as there were only so many movies I could watch back-to-back-to-back before my retinas started to burn. Don’t get me wrong: my life had felt so jam-packed for so long I was relishing a brief moment to think, ‘Huh ... I have nothing to do right now...”

It was a very pleasant thought, indeed.

In the end, I decided I hadn’t kept up enough with current events or even had time to just scroll through my Facebook feed and surf the internet, so I went into my room to retrieve my own iPhone. I brought it back out to the living room, sat down on the plush couch, and put my feet up on the teak coffee table. First up was Facebook, and right at the top of my news feed were three blasts from my past with photos that reassured me they were living their best lives.

Paige Jacobsen and her daughter April had apparently spent Thanksgiving with her boyfriend Everett and his daughter Gabrielle at his parents’ house in Colorado. They were on some snowy mountaintop, their bright smiles alone warm enough to ward off the chill.

Andie Holland had also apparently spent Thanksgiving with her boyfriend and his parents in Orlando. My first thought was to wonder how far their house was from Disney World where Kim, BJ, and their extended family would be right now. My second thought was of some stupid Dane Cook movie called “Good Luck Chuck”. I’d never actually seen it, but the trailer had told me that all of his girlfriends found and married their “one true love” after breaking up with him or something, and the parallels were hitting a little too close to home.

And then Allie Metcalf (nee Sanders) had gotten married this morning, a destination wedding in Maui. I recalled feeling a minor twinge at not being invited, but later learned that she and her husband had planned just a small, intimate ceremony with only immediate family and close friends in attendance. I’d like to think Allie still thought of me fondly, but I readily admitted we had not remained close over the intervening years.

For a moment, despite the presence of five gorgeous young topless or completely naked women a few yards away – all of whom I’d fucked multiple times in multiple holes over the past two days – I started to feel a little sad for myself. After all this time and so many attempts (and failures) at finding a lasting love, at the end of the day I was still ... alone.

You’re clearly not alone.

You know what I mean.

I’ll bet Everett or Tom or whatever Allie’s new husband’s name is would give their left nut to trade places with you.

I sincerely doubt that. And it doesn’t change the fact that I’d give my left nut to trade places with any of them.

You don’t actually mean that.

Don’t I?

Be realistic. If you’d wanted Paige, or Andie, or Allie to be your steady girlfriend, maybe even wife, all three of them would’ve happily said ‘yes’. The opportunities were there, but those were lifelong relationships not meant to be. YOU were the one to say ‘no’. So don’t begrudge them finding happiness with the men that ARE willing to say ‘yes’.

Fine.

It’s not over. You’re only twenty-four, dude. Most guys nowadays don’t get married until they’re in their thirties. And let’s face it: you are far more likely than most to have a plethora of opportunities to find your Mrs. Right.

Right now I’d settle for Mrs. Close-Enough.

Don’t get desperate now. Turn off the fucking phone. Take a deep breath. And enjoy the time that you have with the five gorgeous young topless or completely naked women a few yards away. You love all of them, don’t you? And you’re always complaining about being stretched too thin to do proper relationship maintenance, right? Don’t fritter away these last few days.

I know, I know.

Emma seems really happy with Marcus. We can’t know if she’ll find long-lasting love with him or if he’ll turn out to be nothing more than her starter boyfriend, but be happy that she’s one baby bird testing out her wings.

I am.

Eden seems totally relaxed right now. You’re on a private beach in a foreign land where nobody else for thousands of miles around has any clue that you’re related. Let her enjoy this time with you.

I will, I will.

And aren’t you thrilled to have Dawn back? I mean yeah, she never actually left, but she’s been spending so much time with Summer lately that it feels like she’s never around anymore except through texts. Don’t you miss her daily presence in your life?

Of course I do. Now that 4D is over and I’m not glued to my laptop anymore, I fully intend to spend more time with her again.

And Summer.

Well ... we’ll see.

And Adrienne and Sasha. Don’t forget, you DID promise Sasha to take this time to give the idea of re-forming the triple another chance.