My step-brother and I, after that wild night in my little cottage, had agreed, or rather he had insisted, that there should be no further sexual contact between us. We were about to embark upon the honeymoon of Richard's cancelled wedding. To the Caribbean! Our agreement was to be short-lived!
Chapter 5 – Making new friends on a moonlit beach
It was mid July and Richard and I were heading southwest 40,000 feet somewhere above a very blue Atlantic ocean. We had agreed before leaving home that, while we were about to share the same room, the very same honeymoon suite originally reserved for him and Clare, there would be no sexual contact between us in what turned out to be an invitingly large king-size bed, reserved specifically for newlyweds! My brother wanted the holiday as a break from both work and the memory of his cheating fiancée and, after two years of near celibacy, I presumed I could manage another couple of weeks without sex. Ha ha, so I thought. I barely survived three days!
Young Island was gorgeous, it truly was paradise. Unlike most Caribbean resorts it was less of a hotel, more like a club with a half-circle of little chalets hidden amongst the tall palm trees and masses of bougainvillea, and all centred on a large fresh water pool. The combination of the heat and the sight of near-naked bodies cavorting in the inviting cool water instantly stirred my sexual senses. I knew I was in trouble from the outset. In addition to the conventional beach chairs the hotel sported hammocks all in one line at the rear of the golden sandy beach.
Richard has an exploration streak and had booked up for every excursion available, mountain cycling, paragliding, fishing, diving, even visits to other nearby islands. You name it, if it was available, Rich was on it. I suspected that he really didn't want to take any time out to stop and dwell on what might have been with Clare. All the sports events were on the main island of St Vincent just over on the ferry, and I accompanied him on some scuba dives and cycling, but was otherwise content to lie on the beach and wait for the first available hunk to drift into my life.
Although that was more of a dream than reality, one actually did, on the second day. Unfortunately he was attached to a very beautiful middle-aged lady clearly many years older than himself. They were both Scottish and visiting our tiny island on a day trip and we invited them to join us for lunch. After a few rum punches they let their hair down and advised us they were swingers and we would be welcome anytime at their hotel on Grenada for drinks, dinner and pastimes of a sexual nature. Despite my immediate attraction to the hunk Richard declined, advising that our sex lives were at present completely fulfilled. If only they knew!
The sight of other couples kissing and discreetly touching each other in the dozen or so hammocks, others quite clearly fondling in the water, sometimes got too much to bear and during the course of the day I made several trips back to our hut for a quick finger jobby. Richard assumed I was going to the loo and more than once suggested that the sea was much nearer! That drunken night back in my cottage with my brother had fully re-awakened my sexual needs and I now needed a man, I had some serious catching up to do. On the very next day, while Richard and I were accepting an invite to lunch with the resort manager Vaughan, my prayers were being answered. An available fat cock attached to a rather nice body was winging its way to me courtesy of Virgin Atlantic Airlines and due to land at four.
Vaughan was divorced and clearly a ladies man. He enjoyed entertaining and ran a fine ship, and even with Richard on my arm he came on to me quite heavily. Unfortunately he was not my type! I learned much later that the hotel was secretly a meeting place for swinging couples, thus explaining the attitude yesterday of the Scottish couple and the raunchy behaviour of some of the guests.
The lunch was delicious and the drinks were free flowing all afternoon and inevitably we both got a little inebriated. As usual in this condition I was feeling randy as hell and was just considering going off and getting off so to speak, when Rich suggested we go to the beach and lie in the shade, he wanted to point out a new single female arrival who had aroused his interest. Unfortunately she looked barely out of her teens, but I guess in my brother's situation a pussy was a pussy, he had a lot of lost years to make up for. And so did I, I smiled resignedly to myself!
It had been raining and the sand was wet so we climbed together into one of the hammocks. Not your usual garden type you tie between two trees, but much wider and more robust in order to accommodate two persons, with a wooden beam at each end to spread the canvas wide. For a while Richard kept a lookout for his prospective female, but soon fell asleep. I laid awake reading a Patricia Cornwell and watching the sun go down, eventually drifting off myself.
It was dark, and Richard's erection was pressed into my back as consciousness returned. I wondered who he was thinking about in his sleep. Clare? Even my cousin Frances? Or maybe just the young girl he had seen on the beach. I fantasised it was really me that had got him hard, with the memory of that delicious fuck in my cottage bed. But more likely it was my schoolfriend Helen, he was on to a good thing there, if she could get her life sorted that is. He had visited her once more in her little bed-sit in Earls Court shortly before we left, and to all account resumed his sexual relationship with her in no uncertain fashion. She was separated from her husband, awaiting divorce. The next day I met her for coffee, our first meeting in years, and we had publicly hugged and kissed, a little more affectionately than appropriate for two ex school friends. But then in Earls Court anything goes! In those missing years she confirmed she had become bisexual, Frances being one of her lovers, and I suspected that with a night alone with her I could easily have become another of her conquests. Not that way inclined at the time, but definitely getting interested, I would have been desperate to substitute cock for pussy, especially after recently being on the receiving end of Richard's monster! With a possible relationship in the budding for her and my brother and, even though she knew about our previous juvenile cavortings I had kept the details of our recent incestuous shag to myself.
For a moment or two I was disorientated, then I remembered we had, in a semi drunken daze, fallen asleep side-by-side, and because of the shape of the hammock we were pressed together in the middle of the canvas. The heat of his cock permeated through his bathers onto my skin. If I didn't get out of the hammock right now I knew I would break our promise, right there and then in the dark.
Just as I was about to ease away from that highly tempting prospect I detected movement in the water. The moon had come out briefly to reveal a couple who, if they weren't making love, they were clearly soon about to do so. The moon disappeared again but not before I saw them start to wade ashore, hand in hand, in quiet conversation, and heading our way. Lying low, I watched them approach.
She was nearly as tall as him, and the erection in his trunks was clearly outlined against the pale sand. It was obvious they were about to fuck, but where? They certainly weren't heading for the chalets. I was soon to find out. Another flash of moonlight momentarily revealed their faces. I hadn't seen them before and since there were only about ten couples here I assumed they were new arrivals. They were both attractive, about our age and she had vivid red curly hair bunched up in a bun.
"No, not here, over there." I heard her murmur. She had grabbed his hand and was pulling him towards the hammocks.
"What's wrong with our room?" he replied equally softly, clearly worried their proposed antics might be observed. From my point of view they were about to be!
"We are all wet and I want it now, right now, here on this beach, I have been waiting so long to do it somewhere like this, Tom. Come on babe, don't tell me you're shy?"
They adjusted their swimsuits and, picking up their towels, headed straight for the hammock next to ours. I was about to politely announce our presence when the moon once more conveniently disappeared and the thought crossed my mind that they, like the visiting Scots, might be swingers too, and wouldn't give a damn if they were watched. My pussy dribbled a little with the thought.
As if I wasn't feeling horny enough with my brother's lump prodding me from behind, the newcomers clambered into their hammock, removed their swimsuits and without further ado, started to fuck. Too much to bear any longer I carefully turned over, pulled down the front of Richard's Speedos and reached for his stiff cock and, sighing deeply in his sleep he turned on to his back, his huge erection pointing to the dark sky. Careful not to attract attention from our copulating neighbours I pulled my bikini crotch to one side and eased my hungry pussy on to him. Of course he awoke with a start as I started to draw him inside me, and being underneath me he was unaware of the similar horny interlude being acted out only a few feet away. Suddenly I didn't care if we were seen and I had a weird suspicion the others wouldn't mind either. Lust had totally consumed my sense of propriety.
As my hips moved up and down on Rich I watched the other couple make love, she was hardly visible apart from the arms around his neck and, with their mouths locked together and his ass clearly in sight, he pounded up and down into her body. I grinned to myself as I timed my movements on my brother with the male stranger. Richard, who had quickly responded, was surprisingly thrusting back at me, his long cock now fully inside my eager pussy, assisted by one hand holding my ass and the other grabbing at my tits. All too soon I heard the stranger reach his climax, and Richard muttered something in surprise when he heard the nearby orgasmic groan.
"Shush," I whispered. "It was nothing, just a dog. Fuck me Rich."
The moon chose that very moment to reappear and the couple finally spotted us, or rather he did at first. Too far gone to care, I grinned and carried on humping my brother and to my surprise they both sat up to watch! When I saw them openly fondle each other's genitals, clearly turned on by our exhibition, I flipped and went for it big time and fucked Richard as hard as I could, rapidly rubbing my clit to make sure we both came together. And that result was achieved pretty violently.
For a breathless minute or two I sat motionless on his cock, my pussy oozing his cream, and smiled again at our sexy neighbours who were still sat up stroking and fingering each other in a post-fuck daze. Rich soon sensed however that something was going on and, sitting up quickly, spotted the sexy scene being enacted only a few feet away from us.
"What the fuck?"
Before I could say anything, he pulled up his bathers and, without a thought for me, grabbed a towel to hide his erection and dashed off toward the hotel. The other two, still naked, were grinning as I too rearranged my bikini bottom and followed him more leisurely, acutely aware of the cum dribbling out of my pussy. I managed a smile and a brief 'Hi' as I passed. The reader will, as I did, hastily conclude that, from their actions, this new couple were fully-fledged swingers. As it eventually turned out, I couldn't have been further from the truth. They, similar to us, were both as horny as hell after four weeks of agreed celibacy, and were too far-gone to give a shit. The sexy location simply added to the scenario.
"What the fuck was that all about?" my brother asked me angrily back at our chalet as he headed for the bathroom.
