Chapter 18

It was much later in the evening in their Manila hotel that the Sanderson group ate the supper Allison and Amy had sent up to their suite. Despite their nap, the earlier travel, subsequent activities, and now the meal had all taken a toll on their systems. They were a sleepy bunch as this or that individual faded into dreamland while trying to watch TV.

Throughout the supper and while watching TV, Kathy and Nathan acted like love birds. Sated from the earlier sexual bouts, they contented themselves with caressing each other including their genitals. Nathan remained soft, however, which the girls took note of. To them, it looked like that kind of fun was over with for the evening. They were more than occupied watching the TV until they fell asleep in their chairs. Allison and Amy could still not get over the idea of playing with someone's sexual apparatus without it leading to sex. These people could stroke another's genitals affectionately the same as someone else would stroke someone's arm, back, or hold their hand.

Kathy and Nathan walked their girls to the bedroom, and said goodnight to their mother and aunt. Tomorrow was to be the beginning of their journey home. Even Allison and Amy decided it had been a long day. They went to bed with the hope that most of the hurdles had been crossed. The flight to Honolulu would be a long one with still a charter flight to the island of Hawaii. That might have to be postponed until the next day since the private field was not equipped for night landings.

Everybody was up the next morning except Nathan who probably needed more sleep given the exceptional demands on him. The girls in the next bed had discovered the bouncing properties of a mattress. They were giggling as they stood on their bed, jumped up and down, then flopped on their backs to great laughter. The other women were either using a bathroom or in the living room.

Emmeline nudged Hannah, nodding toward their father asleep in the other bed, but with a morning erection prominently displayed. The girls exchanged smiles, then sneaked over to his bed whereupon Hannah spit on her hand to lubricate his pole and her vagina. Then, straddling him on her knees, she spread the lips of her vagina to engulf the head of his penis, and began to sink down on the inviting object.

Emmeline, still grinning like the Cheshire cat, straddled his face while facing Hannah. Both girls were on their knees. They supported their upright positions by holding on to the other's shoulders. Once Hannah was fully seated, her pussy began to self-lubricate (the Sanderson women seemed to need little stimulation to get wet when it came to Nathan's penis or tongue). Their giggling ceased once the sexual seriousness began.

Even though asleep, the aroma of Emmeline's young pussy in his nostrils, and the hot, tight, wetness of Hannah around his penis, Nathan's body reacted instinctively, lifting up to meet her down stroke while his mouth explored the enticing fruit presented it by Emmeline. His subconscious told him he was having a wonderful wet dream.

The girls had done this often enough to gain the maximum pleasure without waking him up. Their experience told them he would awaken when he ejaculated, so they timed it to come with him. If he was in a good mood on awakening, they would all laugh and the game would turn into a free for all as they wrestled and tickled each other. If lucky, the girls would get him hard again, and switch places so that each one would be orally and vaginally satisfied.

Allison, Amy, and Kathy could all hear the commotion and peals of laughter. Kathy knew exactly what was going on so told the others to disregard it. She explained the girls had probably tickled Nathan awake, and were just having fun. On the island, she had figured it only fair to allow the girls this little bit of pleasure. As a result, they were a lot more compliant and devoted than she ever was as a girl. She would have loved to have had the same relationship with her own father, although the idea of doing that never occurred to her then. She wondered why it hadn't.

Later, Allison suggested she order a limousine to take them all on a tour of the city, but Amy pointed out that getting processed through the airport would take time even though the real test would be at Honolulu customs. Getting out of Manila should be relatively easy, but one never knew what bureaucratic obstacle they might run into. Instead, they decided to eat a late breakfast in the hotel dining room. Also, who knew how long Nathan and the girls would be horsing around.

The girls were watching TV when told to get dressed. Allison and Amy helped them all choose what to wear as well as do their hair so they did not look scraggly. While Allison was combing and fixing Kathy's hair, the latter said she could remember when Allison had braided her hair as a child. That brought back fond memories.

"I braided the girls' hair the best I knew how on the island, Mommy, but I could never do it like you did. I guess we hafta start doin' that again, huh?"

"Well, it helps to have good combs, brushes, and rubber bands as well as hair pins. You didn't have much to work with so I'm sure whatever you did was fine."

Amy was braiding the girls' hair. She pinned Hannah's blond braids in a curl on the back of her head. She let Emmeline's hang down her back, and tied on pink bows. They looked like Dutch misses with a much younger appearance--closer to their real ages--especially wearing the sun dresses picked out by Amy. They both refused to wear panties or bras. Of course, Emmeline hardly needed a bra even though she had definite mounds forming on her chest. Amy had them stand in front of a window so she could check to see if anyone could see through the light dresses. She suggested they put on panties since in a Sun-lighted background, people could see see their bodies through the sheer cloth.

Emmeline, always the most candid and blunt said she liked the dress instead of pants "because it lets my pussy breathe, just like those pores, Aunt Amy, so I'm not gonna wear any pants."

"Just don't say anything like that in public," Amy said with a laugh.

"What's 'public', Aunt amy? Whadda ya mean?" Emmeline asked, not seeing the humor.

Amy was incredulous. "Sweetie, I'm sorry, I should realize your vocabulary is from the island, and there certainly isn't any 'public' there unless you count the monkeys."

"Now you're bein' a cocoanut again, Aunt Amy, 'cause we know not ta talk 'bout our pussies 'cept in front of Mommy 'n Daddy, or you guys," Emmeline responded as if her aunt Amy didn't trust them to follow the rules. She knew she was being overly defensive since everybody knew she could blurt out anything without thinking. Her ten year old mind was only intuitive at this point. It had not yet become analytical, although she had acquired smart genes in double doses.

Hannah, on the other hand, had the same genes, but her additional three years gave her an advantage in processing information. For instance, she had wondered whether she could replace her mother, and decided that was too risky because her mother was all powerful, and it would be better to have an indulgent mother than an enemy who would make cocoanut oil out of her if she ever tried to do anything like that.

Hannah had also become aware of things that Emmeline didn't think about. Hannah was certain that her father was so enthralled by pussy, that if she were to attempt to make him her husband, she would have to be better than her mother. Her deductive reasoning told her that she was too young and inexperienced to ever do that. Besides, there was Gran'Mommy who had more experience even than her mother (her reasoning told her), and she seemed to be the one really in charge now.

Alas, Hannah had no experience with any other male. For her, there was only one male in the world, and that was her father. She had not yet begun to think that she was entering a world where billions existed. He represented the only one available. These were only figments in her young mind which took a huge back seat now that she was exposed to so many, new, fascinating aspects of civilization.

"Yeah," said Hannah, "Emmeline's right. These dresses let our pussies breathe, an' I don't think anybody's ever gonna make me wear a cover over mine."

Sensing a defensive barrier being erected by the girls, Amy said, "Well, don't worry about it girls. We're going to a place where you don't even have to wear dresses. It'll be like going home to the island."

"You talk about that place, Aunt Amy, but it'll hafta be pretty good ta be as good as where we lived," offered Emmeline who felt the tension growing, but couldn't help herself making it worse.

When they were all finished with the hair styling, they ran to look at themselves in the mirror. Kathy looked stunning. The girls couldn't believe how different they looked. They had a mirror on the island, but seldom used it. The suite had mirrors everywhere which made it impossible not to look at themselves. Not knowing what was stylish or what was acceptable, the closest to thinking in those terms was when they saw that Aunt Amy shaved her pussy, and Hannah had asked if she would shave hers so she could be in vogue (not the terms she used). She just thought it looked neat, and wanted to look like Aunt Amy and Emmeline.

Nathan had to be helped in choosing what to wear. His mother picked out a pair of tan slacks and a yellow sport shirt. He could dress himself, of course, but couldn't figure out how to close his fly since he was only familiar with buttons. He called his mother in to explain the contraption to him. She laughed about it, and proceeded to show him.

Allison was about to close his fly when she realized his penis was dangerously close to the teeth of that zipper.

"Oh my gosh, Son," she demurred, "you don't have any boxers on under your pants. You're lucky you called me in, because you would have had Hell to pay if you had caught your penis in this zipper. You wouldn't be the first guy to do that either. It would be very painful, not to speak of being out of commission for a while."

Allison stuck a hand down behind the waist band and firmly held his penis to the side as she pulled up on the zipper. When she held it, she couldn't resist adding, "And, you would have made five women very unhappy."

She left thinking it all very amusing, but true. She thought he either better learn how to hold his penis aside or wear underpants when zipping up. She figured he would have to use the bathroom on the plane going back, so would make sure he knows how to do it without hurting himself.

The hotel dining room was elaborate with high ceilings, columns, and chandeliers in rococo style. There were waiters, bus boys, and other workers in abundance. There were outsiders as well as hotel guests dining in the large sunlit room. The scene was another eye opener for the girls.

Allison wanted her family to taste many different foods, so ordered platters of pancakes, eggs prepared all ways, hash browns, sausages, bacon, toast and jam, juices, fruit, and lots of coffee. It appeared to be a banquet. She knew almost everything would be new to the girls although they had tasted some of the items on the ship.

The girls were not hesitant about tasting anything. First of all, the food looked so presentable, and smelled good to them. It was spicy compared to their bland diet on the island. They were used to basic staples like breadfruit, fish, and various island fruit with cocoanut being not only used as a drink, but served as cooking oil, soap, and dessert. Their sweetner was honey when they were lucky enough to find a hive high in a tree.

The waiters were so solicitous. They were everywhere. Emmeline asked if there were maybe a king and queen here. Allison laughed, and said, "The only queen here is your mother. I'm just an old lady; well, maybe the dowager queen."

"What's a dowager queen, Gran'Mommy?" asked Hannah as she stuffed a forkfull of pancake dipped in honey and maple syrup in her mouth.

"It means I'm the mother of the queen and was queen once upon a time myself. I'm the reason you're all here. Without me, you wouldn't exist," answered Allison with amusement.

"And, I'm the Lady in Waiting. That means I take care of the dowager queen," piped up Amy, "and, you young ladies are the princesses."

The girls had heard as many fairy stories as their parents could remember, many of which involved kings, queens, princes, and princesses. They were both pleased to know their status was so elevated even though they knew she was joking. There were many questions as usual, but the adults found it fun to answer them as they marveled at how thrilled the girls were to know the simplest thing.

"I forgot to ask you, Amy," Allison said as she was reminded of the need for schooling, "did you make any inquiries about tutors in the area where we will be living, or do we have to import one to live with us?"

"I didn't have time to do it myself, but I have someone working on it. I figured we could take turns teaching everybody, including Nathan and Kathy. I made one room of the house into a classroom with blackboards and other equipment. I ordered six copies of every school book from first grade to twelve to be sent to the house."

"We been taught ta read 'n write, Gran'Mommy," Hannah interjected. "We've read every book Daddy and Mommy saved from the wrecked ship; and, we can count too."

"I'm sure your parents were good teachers, dears," answered Allison, "but, you've still got a lot to learn. Children go to school from the age of five to 17 or 18 years old, and then go on to four more years of college. At least, I hope you all can do that."

Everybody was groaning from eating so much as they slid their chairs back. They would return to their suite and make ready to go to the airport which meant they had about four hours before the cars picked them up.

The beauty of the females at Allison's table had drawn a good deal of attention from not only the waiters, but the other clientel as well. With the exception of Amy, the height of the others would have been sufficient to do that, but the attractiveness and obvious resemblance to each other (except for Amy) was striking. All eyes were upon them as they exited the dining room.

Back in the room, the girls were quick to shed their dresses. They were followed by the rest within minutes.

"Enjoy letting your skin breathe for the next few hours, children," announced Allison, "because we'll be wearing clothes for the next 24 hours or so."

The girls turned on the TV as they sprawled on the rug in front of the large set using sofa pillows to prop themselves up. Allison asked if there was TV where they were going to live.

"I'm sure there has to be something in that area, but I didn't check on that. The nearest town is about 30 miles away, and isn't too big. I told you we would be isolated, but the setting is absolutely spectacular. No wonder people go to Hawaii for vacations."

The time finally arrived when they had to leave the hotel. Amy went ahead to handle the bill, and make sure the cars arrived on time. Then, with bell boys carrying their luggage, the rest of the family proceeded down to the lobby. Once again, the girls were enthralled with the running scenes as they headed to the airport. They would be flying in a Boeing 707 in first class. Amy had not spared any money in making the trip as comfortable as possible. They would have wider seats, and be treated like kings and queens.

The girls looked more like girls with their hair in braids and clothes befitting their ages rather than their bodies. Allison had helped Kathy with makeup, so she actually looked older than her age. Otherwise, she could have been taken as an older sister of Hannah and Emmeline. They were seated in the first class compartment where the seats were wider, and several stewardesses to serve their every little desire. Emmeline wanted to sit next to her father, so a compromise was arrived at for them all to periodically switch around after they reached cruising altitude. It would also give everyone time in a window seat.

The plane took off on time. Unless one was seated at a window, there was less of a flying sensation than in the smaller charter. As far as the girls were concerned, another adventure was in the offing, and they weren't going to miss any of it. The flight was almost 13 hours passing through over 10 time zones and a date change. They would move the date back to the day before when they crossed the International Date Line. When it was announced that they would be cruising at 39,000 feet, that height was incomprehensible to the girls. Even when Allison explained that that was over seven miles up, they could not grasp it.

Not understanding it all did not change their marvel at all that was happening. There was even TV in first class. Eventually, some of the novelty wore off, and they began to doze. The stewardess passed out pillows and blankets for those who wanted them. Emmeline wanted to sit on her father's lap which they managed to do by raising the arm rest between their two seats. She still looked young enough to do that despite her size, and, of course, he was so tall that their relative sizes still made her look like a little girl in his lap anyway. They covered themselves with a blanket, and Emmeline leaned back against Nathan who held her in his arms.

Since neither were wearing any underwear, she could easily feel his burgeoning penis as it grew up between the cheeks of her bottom. He could even sense the heat emanating off of her pussy. Emmeline whispered into her daddy's ear, then moved to adjust herself as did Nathan. She had hiked up her dress so that her bare bottom was resting on his penis which he had extracted after unzipping his pants. They remained that way while his penis wormed its way up against her pussy. After a few more adjustments to get comfortable, he was fully embedded in his young daughter.

It would have been too obvious if she had tried to move up and down on him, so they had to console themselves with just being joined. They were both straining to clench their sexual organs as if transmitting messages between them. He would twitch in her, then she would answer by tightening her cunt on his penis. It took a lot of concentration and clenching exercise which was a little tiring, but they became more proficient at it as time went by. Occasionally, as if adjusting their positions, they got some friction action, but mostly they had to be content with what they were doing.

Eventually, Nathan pulled her dress up to her stomach and began to diddle her clitoris. This was sure to bring her to orgasm, so he whispered in her ear not to make any noises. When she went off, the spasms of her already tight cunt milked his peter until he, too, erupted in his honey bear. They both went to sleep while still joined.

They were at such a high altitude that it was still not dark even though they were flying into darkness. The wider seats allowed for two seats together on each side of the plane next to the windows, and another set of seats in the middle. First class was not full, so the family could pretty much sit wherever they wanted. Arm rests could be lifted out of the way and a stretch of seats could serve as a bed if one wanted. The Sandersons had gravited together in one area of the cabin.

Allison who was always alert in terms of her family's behavior had just switched seats with Hannah, and decided to check up on Nathan and Emmeline. Seeing them asleep, she decided not to bother them when her nose detected a familiar odor. She lightly shook Nathan's shoulder. He opened an eye, then both eyes as he shot awake, pulling up on the blanket to make sure it still covered him and Emmeline.

She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Good God, Nathan! It smells like a whore house around you guys. What have you two been doing? You want to get caught and go to jail?"

The tone of his mother's voice reminded him of the only other time she had really been angry with him--when she caught him with those other women. She had reached up to change the ventilation to aim it so the smell was dissipated. Then she leaned down again to whisper a warning, "You guys better look decent under that blanket, or there will be all Hell to pay. I'm surprised at you, Nathan."

She returned to sit next to Amy who had watched them. She guessed that some hankypank had been going on when she saw Allison's concerned expression.

"What happened to get you so upset, Allison?"

"Those two must have been fucking. I could smell it. Emmeline's lying back on Nathan under a blanket and you know they don't wear underwear. What the Hell use is it to get everything arranged to enter the country without anybody knowing about Kathy and him if he gets caught abusing a little girl before we even get there? Shit! I was worried about the girls giving it all away, and here my own son displays the brains of an idiot!"

"Hey, calm down, Allison. If I know Emmeline, she probably started it. You know how she is. She's pretty insistant when she wants her way. You know how she nuzzles on our tits."

By this time, Nathan had managed to extract his still semi-hard penis from Emmeline's pussy, but became concerned as he felt the oozing, smeary mess coming from her cunt while fumbling under the blanket to tuck himself back in his pants. He could also feel his face getting hot from his distress at having been chastized once again by his mother for a sexual indiscretion. Luckily, because it was dark and most people were sleeping, the stewardesses hadn't made an appearance.