Chapter 11

While Allison and Kathy prepared supper, basically by opening cans and jars, the girls headed to the cave, enjoying their conspiracy talk about getting everyone in the mood for lots of fun by making sure there was plenty of wine to drink. They even talked between themselves about how their daddy seemed to be able to handle them all and then some thinking of Grand Mommy and Aunt Amy.

When they returned to the hut with their arms loaded with bottles, Kathy looked at them as if they were out of their minds. Hannah quickly interjected, "Mommy, we thought Gran' Mommy and you all might like some more wine with supper. Emmeline and I really liked the thing called 'toasting' which was fun. Could we, pleeeese, Mommy?"

Allison looked toward Kathy to see whether she approved or not. Recognizing indecision, she spoke up to say, "Oh, Kathy, I don't think it would hurt. We do have a lot to celebrate, and we can teach the girls some toasts; what do you say?"

Never having heard about laws against minors drinking, and having been allowed to have wine with dinner as a child, Kathy was only thinking about the effects of it if they all drank too much. She was aware of its effects the last time they had all had too much of it. Still, her mother was right. The last few days had been an unending holiday from normal concerns.

"All right. We probably oughta be careful how much of it we drink, though."

Allison, who knew that it was necessary to test each bottle for vinegar, opened one of the burgundy wines. Since they were paused in their supper preparations, she asked if they wanted to do a toast. The girls shouted, "Yes, yes, puleeeeze!"

Nathan came upon them as he returned from collecting some fresh leaves. "Hey, people, what're ya celebratin'?"

Kathy spoke up first. "Mommy's teachin' us 'bout toasts. Why doncha join us?"

Allison poured him a cup of burgundy. She explained how one could say something traditional, say one from rote, or make it up as one goes along according to the situation. Then she held her cup up and said, "Here's to the miracle of my finding you all at last, and to the many happy years we shall all have together in the future."

She then instructed them that they take a sip of their wine to acknowledge and agree with what the person toasting had said. Following her lead, they all sipped their wine. Allison said that was a more or less traditional type of toast to celebrate an event. "The next one," she said, "is one of many that people learn which doesn't mean anything except to be funny and take a drink.

"Over the lips and past the gums,

Look out stomach, here it comes."

The girls were grinning as Allison recited the limerick, then all laughed at the end. Following her lead, they all raised their cups, and sipped some more wine.

Before they were finished with all of Allison's instruction, they had emptied one bottle which was only a couple of cups each for five persons. They were in a good mood to continue the fun, so Nathan opened another bottle which Allison tested for vinegar. It turned out that it had aged well in the cave now being at least 17 or 18 years old.

"Oh, this is the smoothest burgundy I've ever drunk," Allison said in approval. It was a French wine of one of the better chateaux in Burgundy, France. She explained how Burgundy wine just gets better the longer it ages. "In fact," she went on, "this is probably worth at least one hundred dollars a bottle."

"What's one hunderd dollars, Gran' Mommy?" asked Emmeline.

"Oh, dears, I keep forgetting you don't use money here, let alone ever even having seen money. Well, let's see. Money is used to buy things. Instead of trading my banana for your cocoanut, I could just give you five pennies for your cocoanut. You could then buy the banana from somebody else for maybe one penny."

The two younger girls just looked blankly at Allison. It then dawned on her that they probably had never heard of a penny before or how the dollar is divided up into coins. The burden of how much education they were going to need weighed in more heavily now.

"I can see we will have to have some instruction in money before we leave here. Let's just say that one hundred dollars is a lot of money; it would buy a bus ticket all the way across the United States, tickets to a broadway show plus dinner and taxi, or two very good bicycles, or... Oops, looks like I keep getting in deeper and deeper with my explanations," as she saw they had no idea what she was talking about.

"Uh, Mommy," interrupted Nathan, "I guess we never talked about those things since we figured they'd never see them anyway. Besides, it woulda been tough trying to describe a bus or a bicycle to them."

"That's all right, Nathan, we'll just add those things to the instruction I'll be giving you all for our return home. If they remember, they should bring in some picture books which might contain photos of some of those things."

"Yeah, pictures would help a lot, 'cause I can hardly remember what things looked like myself," said Kathy, but ya know, I do remember that $100 was a lot of money. Heck, I remember that ONE DOLLAR was a lot of money."

"OK, then let's drink to the fact that I've got LOTS of dollars, and they can be used to pay for LOTS of things to make you and Nathan, and the girls, live in luxury after we get home," answered Allison as she lifted her cup for another toast.

Everybody commented on how smooth this bottle of wine was as they tasted it to an even greater extent. By the time they all sat down to eat, they were feeling in the greatest mood yet. The girls had forgotten that this was what they had intended to do, since they were as gleeful as the adults. Another bottle was opened before they sat down to eat.

They ate the rest of the bread and jam, along with a tuna fish casserole. Allison had cooked the rice on her camp stove, and showered it with canned tuna fish. She had all the condiments to make it tasty. It was a hit with everyone. They opened up another bottle during the meal. By this time, no one was counting. Frivolity reigned. Stories were funny and sad, self revelatory and or about relatives. Even the girls began to tell things that had happened to them in the woods and hills of the island.

The inebriated bunch had reached the point where all would listen intently to whomever was speaking as if that person was appointed guru of the moment, nodding their heads in agreement, or lamenting the unfortunate results of something occurring in their story. Even 'little' Emmeline was acknowledged to be as sage as any other wise drunk present. As some people might have said out in society at that time, they could still navigate, but were very mellow.

As could be imagined, no one was paying any attention about how they appeared to the other as they sat or sprawled in their little circle. Nathan's eyes could not avoid seeing all the exposed vaginas around him. The sparse blond hair on his mother, Kathy, and Hannah's pubic area could not hide their open slits. He would compare them with Emmeline's bare pussy which seemed to be winking at him. The wine had made him feel very affectionate, and the view of the female genitalia had given him an erection.

Although none of their talk had directly addressed their sex lives, Allison was feeling she could say something to them all about it now. She was emboldened by the wine, and everyone was being so agreeable. No one was slurring their words or stumbling around, so it seemed like all was normal. If Allison could have heard herself while sober, she would have cringed about what she said next.

"Hey, family, now seems like a good time to talk about one of the things we gotta consider when we go back home. Hell, I mean when you all are around other people, 'cept me, of course, and, oh yes, Aunt Amy. You don't mind calling her Aunt Amy, do you? She's a really, really, really good friend, an' I consider her a part a the family. You don' mind do you?"

"Yea for Aunt Amy!" chanted Emmeline who was surprised to see all eyes turn toward her as if she had interrupted. This was more stupor than irritation, but Emmeline felt compelled to add, "Well, uh, I know she's part a the family, 'cause she joins us when we play."

This reminded Allison of what she was going to say. "Yes, my dear, exactly, but that's what I was going to talk about. We don't just hafta wear clothes in front of other people, but we also can't let anyone know about other stuff. We gotta keep it a secret--just among us an' Aunt Amy." She then scooted over next to Nathan as if to demonstrate something. "For instance, if other people were present, you couldn't do what I've seen you all do," as she wrapped her hand around Nathan's erection.

"You wouldn't do this," as she began to stroke him up and down. "Of course, it would be harder to do this if he were wearing clothes (giggle), much harder."

Nathan leaned back on his hands and simply enjoyed his mother's stroking of his penis. Had he not been drinking--he could still think that far--he knew her hand would have made him come, but knew he wouldn't. Darn if that wine didn't do strange things to his body. Already he knew he would have that hard on all night.

"But, it's OK if nobody else is around, an' it's just us, Gran' Mommy?" asked Hannah who was enjoying this instruction immensely. They were all watching Allison as she continued to run her hand up and down Nathan's shaft.

"Well, actually, well, yes, I guess that's all right as long as absolutely nobody else knows about it." Allison, even in her cups, realized that she probably couldn't keep them from doing such things. Certainly not with any more success than telling a teenager to stop masturbating. Born in 1915, she had endured all the cautionary advice about going blind, growing hair, and so many other things that she couldn't remember them all. Everybody knew it was a temptation for boys, but girls were NEVER to do such things or they would grow up to be sluts, whores, and worse.

"Does that mean Daddy won't be able to give us baths and clean our pussies?" asked Emmeline. The idea that her recent acceptance into the fun and mystery of sex might be in jeapardy was beginning to concern her. "That wouldn't be fair, 'cause Hannah got ta do those things long before I was allowed."

"Now, Emmeline," Kathy interjected after listening to it all, "you just weren't interested as early as Hannah was. You know we've done ever'thing you wanted. You can have a bath anytime ya want, right Daddy?"

Nathan nodded in agreement and wished that instead of his mother's hand on him, he had his penis in one of the pussies surrounding him. He didn't care which. He didn't have much to say in the matter. He was outnumbered. Kathy was right. He had a harem, and it looked like his mother was a member since she always appeared willing. He, of course, was unaware that she was trying NOT to be. On the contrary, he was coming under the impression that life could not be that much different in the outside world if his mother and her friend were representative of it. But, he could see that it might not be polite outside of the family circle. He could remember that much.

"Poor Nathan," said Allison, looking down at the hot, hard rod in her hand. "Could Mommy make that feel better for you? I forgot how all this must be affecting you, poor boy." Playing with his penis had gotten her temperature up as well, so it was easy to fall in with the harem's mood.

The females were all enjoying Nathan's discomfort, knowing he wanted to soothe his rampant, throbbing penis in an inviting, receptive, tunnel of love. The fact that there were four of them available right in front of him was driving Nathan crazy.

Thus began another marathon. Each female of his family waited their turn, knowing that there was no danger of being left behind. He even informed them that it was the wine. If he drank enough of it, he could stay hard, but couldn't come. Well, he couldn't come easily. Under normal circumstances, just the idea of rotating from cunt to cunt would have led to pre-ejaculation. There seemed little danger of that now. Time seemed to stand still. It was like a sex holiday without constraints for all participants.

Even on an island in the Pacific, the saying remained true: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. They eventually made their way back into the hut where slumber overtook them all.

Amy carefully explained to Captain Sanchez what was to take place over the next two days. They would take as many supplies ashore as could be spared, and then set sail back to Davao. Allison would remain with her family while Amy returned home to prepare for the eventual return of Allison and her children/grandchildren. Amy emphasized that many legal and other arrangements had to be made so that their return could be as unfettered by bureaucracy as possible.

"I'm sure, Captain, that you will understand why Allison wishes to keep a low profile on this matter when you see her children and grandchildren. As you must have guessed, they are the only people on the island, so the two grandchildren are the result of relations between a brother and a sister. Even though you understand how this was a natural result of 15 years of isolation, other people will not be so kind."

"Yes, Amy, I know people like to gossip and it would make big news, especially since Allison is well known in the business world. I don't know what or how you are going to keep this all quiet, but I will go along with whatever you say. We will work on the crew to do the same. Allison may have to buy them off."

"I figure that it will take me a month or more, after I get back home, to make all of the arrangements. So, Captain, I might not get back to Davao for six weeks. You must be ready to get underway as soon as I've returned to Davao. We will continue to pay for the six months lease on the vessel and crew for however long it takes. Just tell the crew that there is a bonus awaiting them if word does not leak out about our discovery."

"Very well, Amy, I will have the supplies readied tonight. We'll continue to make daily contact until you are ready to leave. I'm looking forward to meeting Allison's children tomorrow. I don't know about you, but I am very excited about all of this. It's like a mystery unfolding as each day passes."

The family of five began to awaken as the Sun came up, having only dozed so far. The four females had partaken of a great deal more of the grape this time than the last. They were still feeling its effects, and had not reached the hangover stage. Nathan had never climaxed, and each time one of his harem had had an orgasm, it made him that much more anxious to do it himself. He just knew if he could do it a little longer, he could have that longed for release, and maybe get some sleep.

Allison saw that he was still awake and asked if he would accompany her to the 'toilet'. It was still quite early. He helped his mother up, and they departed for the outhouse. She held on to him so he held her as they walked along the now worn path. She could see his erection was still there. If fact, she took her arm from around his waist and held onto his penis instead. It just seemed like the thing to do.

"You poor boy," she lamented, "you haven't been able to come yet, have you?"

"It's the wine, Mommy. It keeps me up, but, yeah, you're right; I have trouble comin'."

"We don't need to go all the way to the outhouse. I only have to pee. Let me take care of that first, and then I'll see what I can do for you. That must be awful, you know, after all this time, and still not there. Tsk, tsk." She squatted, reminding Nathan of his sister doing the same thing years ago.

He had to get down with her because she didn't let go of his penis which she used as a handle to steady her squatted body. Despite how ridiculous it may have appeared, he thought it erotic as she spread herself while on her haunches but looked into his eyes as he listened to the hissing sound of her peeing. Because of his circumstances, he still did not see this woman the same way another might see a mother, i.e., a mother one had grown up with as an authority figure. She was an older Kathy.

It was similar for Allison, except she was more aware of how things had come to pass. She had seen that Nathan was her son, but wanted to deny it for other reasons. As was the case at this moment, she was able to submerge any qualms about incest when she was under the influence. Not having seen him for the past 15 years, it was not that hard to do. Violating a taboo was what made it so exciting, she finally decided.

For Nathan, his experience was actually quite innocent and unhindered by current day mores. He loved his sister/wife, but as far as his mother was concerned, she was someone out of the past. What he did with his daughters was just what one did, no more, no less. He did remember his mother, but just as he had changed, so had she. Neither one looked like the memory either one had of the other. All of this seemed to make what they did easier. With everyone resembling everyone else, that kept it on the deliciously nasty level.