Disclaimer:
The following story is entirely fictional and not in any way based on real events, places or people.
All of the characters are 18 years old or older.
Please do not post this story anywhere without crediting me, Seafoamresort.
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The butterfly effect
You know, life is weird sometimes. The last few weeks are a testament to that. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was lucky enough to live through.
Even now that the dust has settled, it still doesn't feel entirely real and sometimes I'm wondering if it even happened.
Though a small but thick booklet on my desk assures me that it did.
I can't help but grin from ear to ear every time I'm reminded of that.
I remember the day everything started.
It was a sunday afternoon, and a lazy one at that. Nothing to do for a nerdy teenager. All of my friends (not that I have many) were out playing basketball and although I'm in decent shape, I was never good at sports.
So I did what every reasonable couch potato would have done: I stayed home, locked my door and went on over to the ol' hub. It didn't take long and I was greeted with the oh so familiar stuck stepsister scenario. What is up with that anyways? Oh well. Just as I was about to unzip my jeans, something caught my eye. It was an ad...on a porn site.
"CLICK HERE FOR A CHANCE TO WIN AN ALL INCLUSIVE TRIP FOR COUPLES TO MAFYLI ISLAND!"
I knew it was a scam, it had to be.
You'd have to be very stupid to fall for an ad on a porn site.
*Click*
If you were to ask me why I actually clicked on it, I couldn't tell you. But I did. Little did I know that this little flick of my index finger would set a series of events in motion that changed my life forever.
I got redirected to a shady looking webpage and of course, a big "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON A FREE ALL INCLUSIVE TRIP FOR COUPLES'' message popped up.
Obvious scam. I rolled my eyes, closed the tab and finished what I started.
A few weeks went by and I had forgotten about the ad long ago.
Until a peculiar letter found it's way into our mailbox. I wasn't home when that happened, so my mom was thoroughly confused. And to be honest: so was I.
"Nathan, what is this?" was the very first thing I heard upon entering our home. There she was, waving two tickets in front of my face.
"I'm glad to see you too, my day was great, thanks for asking."
The sarcasm just emanated from my body.
"Very funny. Now please explain to me why you signed us up for a trip to a resort for couples" mom said angrily, blowing a strand of her red hair out of her face.
Ever since my dad had cheated on her - cheated on us - she wasn't the same anymore. She had become bitter, now that my dad is sipping champagne with his new girlfriend. But she still gave it her all to be a good mom and I have to say I appreciate her for all she is trying to do for me. At this very moment though, I didn't appreciate her at all. Or - more accurately - I didn't appreciate my past self, because I suddenly remembered what she was referring to. But what is happening? It wasn't a scam? How did they find out where we live? How do I explain to my mom how this went down?
"Nathan! I'm talking to you!" her stern voice brought me back to reality.
"Uhhh i...i don't know. I didn't sign us up for anything!" was all I could muster.
"Oh really? Well it has to be one of us and I sure did not. So?"
I sighed. "Y...yeah I did sign us up." I caved.
There is no point in lying to mom, she always found out eventually. Even though I'm almost 20 years old, she could still make me feel like a kid when she scolded me. I was as afraid of her tirades now as I was then.
Suddenly, I got an idea "I...you just seemed to be so stressed out and I wanted to give you a break" I said, putting on my sad puppy face as best I could.
Her body loosened up and she sighed deeply.
She put her hand on my shoulder and her voice was as soft as it always has been before dad betrayed us.
"That's really sweet of you. But you know we can't afford a holiday right now.
My divorce lawyer is good but also expensive" she said, sounding almost defeated. She sat down and sighed once more. She started fiddling around with the tickets as she went on.
"Look, I know this whole ordeal has impacted you as well and I was too busy taking care of it all to stop and think about how you must feel.
How about this, we take this weekend just for ourselves and..." she stopped abruptly, causing me to raise my eyebrows.
"Wait, why does it say 'free'?"
The smartass i am, i saw my opportunity for salvation. "Yeahhh it's free. I forgot to mention...surprise!
All we have to do is sign this waver and we are in, look it says it right here!"
Mom looked at me and seconds later my head was pressed into her heavenly chest. All I could think of at this moment was: "If that's how I die, suffocated by my mom's big, soft boobs, I would be okay with it."
That didn't happen of course, as she pulled away and - with the biggest grin on her face - said: "I have to go pack!"
Before I could even reply, she was already halfway up the stairs, talking to herself. "Where did I put the sunscreen? Beach towels! We need towels!"
Still confused but happy I got out of the situation unscathed, I took another look at the tickets. "Mafyli-Island huh. Weird"
A few days went by and sure enough, by the end of the week we took a plane right to paradise. It was amazing how well the mysterious travel agency from the porn site ad had organized the trip. Everything was taken care of.
We were taken to our reserved seats in first class and, after a long but pleasant flight, landed safely in Panama. Upon exiting the plane, the heat hit me in the face like a truck but I quickly got used to it.
From there, we took a bus to a small haven, where an even smaller ferry awaited our arrival.
We got on board and off we went. The boat trip was longer than I anticipated but I didn't mind, it was nice. A salty breeze caressed my thick, black, shoulder long hair as we chugged along the caribbean sea. The water was crystal clear and I could have sworn I could almost see the bottom of the ocean at times. We even saw a pod of dolphins swim near our boat and occasionally, a swarm of tropical fish scurried away as our vessel approached them. It was like something out of a dream.
But all of that amazing scenery dwarfed in comparison to...my mom. She wore a white, flowy dress with a deep cleavage. It was almost completely see through, so it wasn't hard to make out her white lace bra and panties. Her face was covered in freckles from the sunlight and her bright red hair was sailing in the breeze. It was a sight to behold.
Ever since dad left I hadn't seen her smile this way. She was happy and relaxed and it showed, she was basically glowing. From the very moment I hit puberty I knew she was something special.
Our driver didn't speak much and we were just enjoying the moment, so it was a pretty quiet trip.
After roughly three hours, the island slowly rose from the horizon.
"There it is, Mafyli-Island" he said with a thick accent.
Trouble in paradise
Our boat docked on a small pier that looked like it was made from bamboo.
The whole island was surrounded by a large beach and beyond that, encapsulated by a cliff. Said cliff and the unwavering thicket atop the cliff with its towering palm trees made it impossible to guess what lies beyond.
The only way in seemed to be the pier, which eventually led to a set of stairs chiseled into the stone, leading up the cliff and into the thicket.
