Incest Island 2

Not a long story and it takes a while to get to the sex but I hope it's worth the wait.

I read the email again. Heck, I read it about ten times. I still couldn't believe it. Was it a trap?

I read it one more time then filed it as a possible lead and went back to my work.

Hi everyone, my name is Stuart Carter, aged 48, a freelance journalist with a specialism in investigative journalism. Over the years I have broken a number of stories, tales of nasty people, doing nasty things to normally, vulnerable people. I have exposed cases of modern day slavery, sexual perversions which would turn the stomachs of normal people and inner city gangs of self proclaimed gangsters terrorising normal, law abiding citizens. This means that I have to be careful to protect my identity, there are too many people as a result of my work who would want to cause me pain. The money I earn from the work is too good to ignore though

Over the years I have garnered a network of people who would leak things to me. Leads which I could perhaps use to start an investigation.

I had just finished a story, a small exposé of a smuggling operation designed to bypass import duties. My exposé started in a national newspaper and then had even featured on the national broadcaster. It was good money.

So I was now sitting here waiting for a new investigation to start. I had a number of warm leads but nothing was ready for further work at this stage.

I was torn from my reverie by the sound of the front door opening then closing. A few seconds later my daughter, Kim popped her head around the study door.

"Hi Dad."

"Hi Kim. You ok?"

"Yeah, all good Dad. I've brought all my stuff back from Uni. A bit of help would be great."

Fuck, it was only when Kim got home that I remembered that she was back from university for the summer holidays. I stood and went to help her unpack her car.

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It took far too long to unpack her car. She must have emptied the university not just her digs. Eventually however we were sitting in the kitchen enjoying a cold drink, chatting about her experiences at uni.

Kim was the result of a brief marriage I had with her mum. To be honest Kim was the only good thing to come out of the marriage, her mum and I being totally incompatible and it was a blessed relief when she had walked out when Kim was little. I hold no grudges but I still find it incredible that she had left Kim and I without a backward glance. I know that she moved in with a girl friend initially and there were rumours that she had shacked up with an older guy but to be honest I didn't much care. The divorce was fairly straight forward and I was left bringing up Kim on my own. It was difficult during some of the longer investigations I undertook but we got through it.

I have to be honest here. Kim is of course my daughter and I love her dearly but she is not the most beautiful woman. A few pounds overweight, well quite a few actually, glasses, frizzy hair, overall a bit gawky. I assumed that when she got older she would turn from being a bit of an ugly duckling into a swan but it never really happened. She had had boyfriends but never longer than a few days. Please don't judge me on these comments though.

Finishing our drinks, she went upstairs to finish unpacking and I returned to my study.

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As I said, I didn't have much work on at the time and my mind returned to the email I had received that I had filed earlier. Retrieving it I read it again, even though I was familiar with the contents. It was from one of my contacts, someone who had given me good quality leads in the past, hence I didn't want to ignore it, it was just that what he was telling me was so unbelievable.

"S, you need to have a look at something that I have just heard about. There is an island off the coast of Africa which has been nicknamed 'Incest Island'. It helps anyone who wants to have incest sex, indeed it actually encourages it! Nothing underage, over 18's only. Very secretive of course but this is as far as I got."

He then detailed links he had found, all of which led to a dead end.

My laptop was very well secured, the firewall was top notch and very well protected, and of course anonymous, so I clicked on the links.

To my experienced eye the pages that came up were obviously fronts. They all said 'Page not found' but I knew there was a way to get past them. It only took a few minutes and I was in but unfortunately all I was into was a members login page. No problem of course and within an hour I was through.

Fuck!

FUCK!

What I saw blew my mind. It felt like it was actually promoting incest, which I suppose for its business model to succeed it had to. There was a hotel, plenty of lodges, swimming pools, everything you would expect from a normal holiday, just that all the guests seemed to be indulging in incest. The only stipulation being that participants must be over 18.

I read more, took loads of notes and vowed that this would be my next investigation. But how to proceed? Finding a website wouldn't be enough. Really I had to pay the island a visit. I had false documents that I could use of course, to hide my real name, but I would need someone to go with. I had a few friends who undertook similar work than me and we had even collaborated in the past.

I went through the possibles females who I could use, slowly ruling out each one. I might have to have sex with them to keep up appearances.

A conundrum. Who to go with?

I eventually gave up, promising to return to it the next day.

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The next day I was back at it. My list had been whittled down to Simone, a 30ish independent journalist who I had worked with exposing a group of nasty loan sharks. Simone could be my fake daughter. I had fake papers for Kim (in case we had to disappear together quickly as a result of my work) and Simone could use them as they looked reasonably similar.

I emailed Simone and waited for a response.

It took over an hour to get an answer from Simone. She was working on an in depth case at the moment and wouldn't be free for a few months, possibly a year. That might work as it might take that long to arrange the visit to the island.

I started my investigations into the business.

I lost track of time. After a while, Kim poked her head around the door.

"Morning Dad."

I looked at the time.

"Almost afternoon now."

Kim poked her tongue out and left, returning a few minutes later with toast and coffee for us both.

"What are you working on, Dad?" she asked

"Early days yet, Kim," I replied, a bit nervous about the subject of my investigations in front of my daughter.

"Early days of what?"

"My work."

"Come on Dad, what's it about?"

I stopped work and looked at her, unsure how to tell her. I was backed into a corner however, I either needed to tell her or try to cover it up.

"I can't really say at the moment, Kim. I need to keep it quiet."

"Looks like a nice place, Dad. Booking a holiday?" she said looking at my screen.

I was stuck. "Look Kim, errr.......my investigation is into this place. It's not a very nice place."

"Looks nice to me. I need a holiday as well. What's wrong with it?"

"Ok. It is a place that encourages incest, between consenting adults, over 18 only."

I looked at her and she blushed. "Oh ok, Dad, I understand."

"Look, don't worry about it. I probably won't take this any further."

"Why not? It should be exposed, shouldn't it?"

"Yeah probably but let's see shall we?"

"Ok. I'm going to take a shower. See you later." With that she was gone.

I turned off my laptop and did some cleaning around the house.

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Kim returned half an hour later.

"Dad, I've been thinking. You must do an exposé on that place. You are very good at what you do and it needs it," she said.

"Yeah, I agree but I'm still working on who to go with though Kim."

"Are you thinking of someone as your fake mum, sister or daughter?"

I looked at her. "Well, it depends on the age. I've had to rule out most of my contacts. I had hoped on one woman in particular to act as my fake daughter or niece but she won't be free for up to a year."

"That's a shame. I do have a suggestion but only if you don't get mad."

"Oh, ok."

"Well, I could go. I need a break and we could pretend to be in love, you know and......"

"Certainly not Kim. Do not even think about it."

"But why not Daddy?"

"Because I said so. It is not happening."

Kim was silent. She stood up but before leaving said, "Think about it Daddy."

As she left I did think about it. There was no way that I'd let it happen.

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I knew that Kim wouldn't give up and she proved me right. For the next couple of days she raised the issue, mainly focusing on it being "just a holiday". Every time I answered I felt my resolve weakening. It would be nice to have a holiday with her, it is just this holiday that I didn't want with her.

I lay awake that evening thinking about it. What were my objections? It came down to the environment. If incest was allowed or even encouraged we would be mingling with others who indulged. Would being in close proximity rub off on Kim and even me? Or perhaps could we keep ourselves to ourselves and enjoy a holiday?

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I gave in the next day. Kim had mentioned it again and I gave in.

"Ok, ok. We can go but a few rules. Remember what this place encourages and be watchful at all times. That also means no holiday romances. We keep ourselves to ourselves for as much of the holiday that we can. We use fake id, which I already have for you. Think that is all for now. There may be more rules later."

Kim beamed before launching herself at me, kissing the top of my head.

"I will of course need a new wardrobe Daddy!"

I just smiled.

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That afternoon I booked the holiday. The place was busy and the earliest I could book for was in six weeks.

I told Kim and gave her some money to buy some clothes.

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I didn't see a lot of Kim in the run up to the holiday. She was out a lot, I don't know where.

A few days before we were due to go away I texted her and asked if we could meet and chat about the plans for the holiday, to get our story straight and to reinforce the rules.

She responded that she was going to be home later that evening.

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That evening I got everything ready for Kim, the details of the holiday, her fake id papers and passport and a list of the rules.

She arrived and sat beside me. Whilst she was wearing baggy leisure clothes, I could tell that she had lost some weight, perhaps she had been trying to get beach body ready for our holiday the last few weeks.

We went through the rules and the paperwork and she readily accepted her role.

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The day of our holiday arrived and we got an early taxi to the airport. I had a concern that our fake passports would be scrutinised and fail the passport checks but we both got through easily.

We sat in the departure hall, awaiting our call, both a bit nervous about the destination but also hoping for a relaxing time.

The flight was called, we found our seats and the flight took off. The flight time was around 8 hours so I took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep, Kim listened to her music.

We arrived on the African mainland, breezed through customs and found the limo which had been sent to take us to the last part of our journey, a seaplane to the island.

We were not alone on the seaplane. There was another couple, a man and a woman who looked like there were in their 50's. We nodded to them before taking our seats.

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It was about 8pm local time when the seaplane touched down and taxied to a jetty. We were met by a man who introduced himself as Jonathan who booked us in before handing us off to an usher who took us to the bar for a welcome drink. Jonathan then turned his attention to the older couple who shared the seaplane journey.

We drank the cocktails we had been given and about half an hour after landing we were taken to our lodge. It took over five minutes in a buggy to get to the lodge, a completely private area, well away from other guests. It seemed perfect, perfect of course for the people who frequented the island.

We were shown around the lodge and given instructions on how to use the various technology before being left alone.

"Dad, someone has emptied our suitcases and hung our clothes up!" Kim said.

"Yeah, it is what this type of posh establishment does," I responded.

We were both shattered after such a long journey. Kim took a quick shower which allowed me time to prepare the sleeping arrangements. Of course the bedroom only included one bed, a king size bed which had been decorated with rose petals. I had no intention of sharing the bed with Kim so I arranged some cushions and pillows on the sofa.

Kim returned to the bedroom.

"Dad, you don't have to sleep on the sofa, you will find it so much more comfortable in the bed. I know the island actually encourages intimacy but don't fret yourself, I am too tired to ravish you!" She smiled at me.

I almost wavered but insisted that I would sleep on the sofa.

Kim shrugged and went off to complete her pre sleep rituals.

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Kim was right. I had a terrible night's sleep despite being tired. The sofa was uncomfortable, being designed to sit on, not sleep on. I guess that the people who came here would use the bed, of course.

At about 6am I got up, relieved myself and quietly checked in on Kim. She was clearly still asleep, so I left her, made myself a coffee, opened the back patio doors and stood in the garden.

The sun was only just starting to come up and it was still cool in the garden but I stood there drinking my coffee enjoying the peace and quiet. Eventually the cool air won and I retreated to the living area.

Kim got up about 90 minutes later. She visited the toilet then joined me on the sofa. I had been writing some notes when she sat down.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just making some notes for my investigation for when we get home."

"Oh ok. What happens with breakfast? I'm starving. Do we go to a restaurant or does it get delivered?"

"Either. But perhaps we should get it delivered this morning. What do you fancy?"

"Toast. Lots of it."

"Ok, I will order it. Looks like I can do it using the tv."

I ordered the breakfast, then tidied up the living room. I didn't want the waiter/waitress to see that I had slept on the sofa!

The breakfast arrived 40 minutes later and we ate outside, now that the sun was out and it was a lot warmer than earlier.

"What are we going to do today, Dad?"

"Don't mind. What do you want to do?"

"A bit of sun worshipping, perhaps a dip in the sea?"

"Ok, sounds good."

It took Kim about an hour after breakfast to get ready to sunbathe. It amazed me how long it took her to just change into her swimsuit. It had taken me about 3 minutes to change and so I had been sitting outside for ages before she arrived.

The transformation in her was incredible. Now I understood why it had taken so long for her to get ready.

Kim was wearing a red bikini, she had obviously lost a lot of weight. Her hair had been straightened and her glasses replaced by, I guess contact lenses. She looked a different person. If I may say, extremely attractive.

She smiled at me and sat on the next sun lounger, kicking off her flip flops then reclining. It was a struggle for me to drag my eyes from her.

"It's amazing what a bit of hard work, some hair straighteners and contact lenses can do to someone's appearance, eh Dad?" she asked.

"Err,...........what?" I responded a bit flustered.

She turned her head to look at me. "What do you think I've been doing for the last few weeks? It was hard work but it paid off." She patted her flat tummy before turning back.

I said nothing. I tried not to look at her but it was hard. She was a transformed woman.

We laid in the sun for a couple of hours, retreating to the air conditioned living room when it got too hot.

"What do you want for lunch?" I asked.

"How about we go to the bar for a drink and a snack? I'm not that hungry," Kim responded.

"Sounds good to me."

Kim left to get ready and I too went to change.

I dressed and then had to wait for Kim. She eventually entered the living room. She wore a short red dress and sandals. She had applied a bit of make up and looked amazing.

We left, and with Kim holding my arm, we walked to the restaurant.

The restaurant was quite busy. It was quite amusing to me to try to identify the family relationships between each of the guests. Older woman/younger man were probably mum and son. Older man/younger woman were probably dad and daughter. There were also clearly some family groups, mum, dad, sons and/or daughters.

Lunch was pretty good, the food was good and Kim was in a great mood so we laughed a lot. After lunch we decided to take coffee in the bar area.

When we were seated I saw the man and woman from the seaplane flight yesterday at the next table. They smiled at us.

We sat drinking our coffee for a while. I watched the couple get up and walk over to us.

"How are you two doing?" the man said.

"Err, yes, good thanks," I stammered in response.

"Mind if we join you?" he said pulling out a couple of chairs.

"No, help yourself."

"So, knowing what goes on here, what is your story then," he asked.

"Well, I'm Stuart and this is my daughter Kim."

"Very nice," he said shaking our hands. "A dad and his daughter on holiday together."

"I'm Donald, Don to my friends and this is Sheila," he said. "Sheila is my sister."

"Do you mind me asking, why you are here?" I asked thinking that this would help to bulk out my story.

"Same as you, I guess," he laughed.

I laughed back trying to get him to open up. "I mean some people would just do what they wanted or needed to do at home. Why fly out here?"

"Oh I see, understood," he said in a hushed tone. "We are both married, to other people you see. Coming here on the excuse of the need to tie up some family financial issues, we can be together. Our parents died a year or so ago and they had business interests on the African mainland. We come here when we deal with those issues."

"How long have you been, err........intimate?"

"She was 18, I was 19. We played about, then had sex and we've not looked back since. We both married to keep up the pretence but whenever we can, we get together."

"That is so nice."

"So what about you two?"

"Well, Kim lives with me and we have been close for a little while. We wanted a holiday together to cement our love."

"Wow that is so cute. It is a shame that society forbids it, otherwise there would be a lot more."

Sheila stood and excused herself, Kim followed her to the toilet.

"Well Stuart, you must feel so lucky to fuck your beautiful daughter. Is she a good fuck?" Donald asked.

"The best, Donald."

"Sheila is the best fuck I've ever had. She does things that a wife wouldn't do, because of love, real love."

"I agree, I've only been fucking Kim for a short while but it is great being deep inside her."

"Sheila becomes insatiable when she and I are together. We only went to sleep at about 5am this morning. We were fucking for hours."

"Kim is certainly a lot hornier out here than at home."

The women returned and our conversation turned to more mundane matters but I was left feeling dirty that I had engaged in the incestuous conversation. After half an hour or so Kim and I left to return to the lodge.