I awoke the next morning to somebody gently shaking me. I opened my eyes to see Judy standing over me.
“What?” I groaned. She didn't say anything, instead placing a single finger on my lips and beckoning me to follow her. I decided to humor her and heaved my ass out of bed. As quietly as the residual drowsiness allowed, I followed Judy to the bathroom. At first I thought we were sneaking out again to have another wank session, but then I noticed that Kelly and Manu's bed was empty. A cursory glance at the curtains did not reveal any tell-tale silhouettes, so they weren't on the balcony either.
Judy was standing by the bathroom door, holding it open by maybe a half inch, motioning me to peek inside with her other hand. I was slowly piecing together what she wanted to show me, so I carefully peered inside with one eye. And lo and behold, there they were. Kelly was bent forward, supporting herself with one hand on the sink, the other one just out of view between her legs. Manu stood behind her, both hands firmly planted on her hips as he thrust into her with rapid yet deliberate motions. Neither of them made much noise; from where I stood I could just about hear Manu's panting and the occasional sigh from Kelly. Manu leaned forward and began to nuzzle Kelly's neck and shoulder. I figured he was gently biting her, because she flinched and uttered a surprised squeak.
“Shhhh,” he whispered into her ear.
“Sorry. Don't stop.” Her words came out in breathy bursts, like she had been running. Manu continued his thrusting and I could faintly hear as his balls slapped against her, as well as the distinct wet noises of her rubbing her pussy. I moved away from my spot by the door and turned back towards Judy. Her eyes were wide open.
“Did they see you?” she whispered. I shook my head. She took me by the hand and we tip-toed back to our bed. I lay flat on my back and stared at the ceiling, attempting to process what I had just watched. Judy laid down on her side, one leg draped over mine.
“So?” she asked.
“Huh?” I turned away from the ceiling to look at her.
“What do you think?”
“Oh, you know. Just the things you normally think about when you see your sister have sex with your best friend.” I let out a nervous laugh. Judy rolled over further, to where she was almost on top of me. Her face was almost touching mine, and she whispered into my ear:
“Let me rephrase my question: was that hot or what?”
“I don't know. Kind of weird when you think about it.”
“It got you hard, didn't it?” She gently caressed the length of my swollen shaft.
“I wake up like that every day. Now I got to ask, did it get you wet?” My fingertips trailed down her stomach, brushed her strip of short silky pubic hair, and briefly ventured out to the inside of her thigh before finding the crease between her lips. She was dripping wet. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Judy began to grind her hips against me, and I could feel her wetness on my thigh. When our lips parted again, Judy whispered:
“Wait a second, I got something.” She crawled to the edge of the bed to rummage through her bag and returned with a small cardboard box.
“What's that?” I asked. Judy opened the box and held up something in a distinct square wrapper. I grinned.
“You came prepared, huh?”
“Yep. I always buy latex-free because I'm allergic,” she answered, entirely missing my point. I took the condom from her and proceeded to unwrap it. I had barely put it on when she climbed on top of me and lined up the tip of my dick with her pussy. I watched it part her glistening wet lips as she guided me inside herself. I am just a hair above average in terms of size, let's give it six and a half inches, but it felt much longer because of how slowly she lowered herself onto me. For a second we just looked at each other, savoring the moment. Then I reached up to massage her breasts, weighing them in my hands, using my thumb to play with her nipples. She put her head back, her hair falling freely behind her shoulders, and let out a quiet “mmmhhhhh”. I began to move my pelvis up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. Judy brought her head forward again and began to gently touch her clit with her index finger. Her free hand massaged my chest before wandering upwards and caressing my cheek. Out of a whim, I reached for the hand that was rubbing her pussy, pulled it towards my face and licked her juices off her fingers, one by one. Judy leaned forward until her upper body rested entirely on mine, causing her hair to fall forward over her shoulders. I will never get tired of its intoxicating scent.
“You can go faster,” she said.
I lowered my hands from her back and grabbed hold of her hips. As I quickened my pace, I pulled her into me with every thrust.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Tan bien. Sigue adelante.”
“What?” I wasn't expecting her to fall into Spanish. Judy giggled.
“Feels good. Don't stop.”
I obliged. I don't know how long we kept going like this, and looking back I am surprised Kelly or Manu didn't interrupt us. At that time, we had forgotten all about them as we lay there with our arms wrapped around each other, the heat building up between our bodies, staring into each others eyes. This time Judy was the first one to orgasm. She had the self-control to press her lips together and suppress her moans, but I could feel her breaths hitting me rapidly and forcefully as she climaxed. Her pussy contracted multiple times, like a strong hand squeezing my dick, and she collapsed on top of me. I wasn't quite there yet, but I wanted to giver her minute, so I gently rolled her off me and pulled out.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Keep fucking me. I want to feel you cum.”
If that was her wish, who was I to say no? This time I was on top, holding myself up with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other one. Judy's mouth was agape with an expression of pure joy, and when I slid my tongue in between her lips, she playfully sucked it like it was a Popsicle. As I leaned forward, she pulled me into herself and held me in a tight embrace. With her arms and legs wrapped around me, her scent in my nostrils, and her skin against mine, it felt as though we were fused together. Judy whispered something into my ear in Spanish. I didn't ask what it meant because by then I was well past the point of no return. I erupted in an orgasm that sent convulsions up my spine.
I took my time to catch my breath. I made no effort to get off of Judy, and she didn't seem to want me going anywhere. She kept her legs around me while she gently kissed my neck and cheek and ran a finger through my hair. When I looked her in the eye, she pulled me in for a kiss. This one was different, a lighter touch with no tongue play involved. We slowly rolled over onto our sides and I pulled my gradually shrinking erection out of her. While I carefully pulled the condom off me, Judy got up off the bed and walked over to the bathroom door.
“Wait, Kelly and Manu are still in there,” I warned her.
“Fuck, you're right. But I really need to pee.” She laughed. “Wait, I think they're done.”
Kelly and Manu did come out a few minutes later. Manu was wearing a towel around his waist, probably to hide what I like to call a residual hard-on. I waited until Judy was done peeing before I hopped in the shower with her.
“Who is this new Judy?” I asked. “I like her.”
“What do you mean?” She looked at me with one raised eyebrow.
“I mean the part where we went outside to masturbate together in the middle of the night, and just now you spontaneously rode my dick right after we woke up. I was just wondering where that came from.”
“Oh, that?” She laughed. “I've always loved to fuck. Nothing new about that.”
That was as far as that conversation went, because Manu stuck his head in the bathroom.
“Wanna go to the beach? I'm feeling a swim.”
“But we all just took a shower,” I remarked.
“You can rinse off afterwards, they got showers out there,” Judy retorted. “Also, we've been here for two days now and we haven't gone swimming in the ocean yet. There is something wrong with that if you ask me.”
Not much has to be said about our trip to the beach other than that it was great. As an athletic swimmer, Kelly was in her element, swimming literal circles around the rest of us. I was content with swimming out as far as I was comfortable with, and then letting the waves carry me back to the beach. I don't mean to sound like a broken record here, but I want to stress one more time just how liberating it feels when you don't have to deal with a wet swimsuit sticking to your ass.
Swimming takes a lot of energy out of you, so after maybe and hour we got out of the water and found some reclining chairs to just hang out in until we got hungry and headed to the Bajacu Comedor for lunch. To avoid the sun and the heat, we chose to sit inside. The interior of the restaurant was decorated with a vast collection of artwork, mostly nineteenth century paintings and sculptures. I knew what period the art from because I am a huge nerd for paintings. I don't paint myself, I just like looking at them.
“Do you think those are real?” Kelly asked, pointing at the paintings around us.
“Absolutely not,” I responded. “I am willing to bet those are reproductions, because nobody in their right mind would put the originals in a room full of potentially drunk tourists.”
“Haha, true. I really like that one.” She pointed to a picture behind me. I turned around.
“The 'Femme au Coquillage'? Yeah, I like that one, too. It's one of my favorites actually.”
“Once I grow my hair out, I'll look like her, kind of,” Kelly mused. For those who don't know, “Femme au Coquillage” is a painting by William Adolphe Bouguerau, depicting a young woman with red hair kneeling on a beach, naked, holding a conch to her ear. Kelly pointed at another painting, far across the room. “That one already looks a lot like me.”
We all turned our heads and had a short laugh. Kelly was pointing at a reproduction of Courbet's “L'Origine du Monde”, because of course a place like this would have that painting on display. I don't fell like describing it, y'all can google it for yourself.
“Do you want to go to Abismo?” Manu proposed. “I saw that they got an industrial theme night kind of thing going on today.”
“Hell yeah, I wanna go to Abismo,” Judy concurred.
“What is Abismo?” I inquired.
“It's a night club in Cigua.”
“Kyle and I, we are not exactly the clubbing type,” Kelly said.
“But you go to metal concerts all the time!” Judy was incredulous.
“That is totally different,” I responded.
“How?” Judy asked. “You go out, listen to loud music, dance with a bunch of strangers, drink – or don't drink – and have a good time. Where is the big difference?”
“Metal concerts have better music!” Kelly wanted to argue, but I stepped in.
“You know what, fine. We will try this club. But we are not staying all night, okay?” I looked around and got three nods.
“Okay, we won't stay all night. How long is that for you?” Manu asked. Kelly had an immediate response.
“Two hours, and we leave around eleven.”
“Deal,” Manu said. “Start hydrating.”
We got together with all four of our parents later that day for a family vs family volleyball match. I don't remember who won, because it didn't matter to anybody, but I remember seeing the tattoo on Luz abdomen for the first time. It shows a sun casting rays of light over a grassy plain. After the game, I asked her what it means.
“I got it two years after Judy and Manu were born, to cover up the scar from the C-section,” Luz explained happily. “The Roman numerals XXII-III-MCMXCIII stands for 22-3-1993, their birthday. Judith's name is in the grass down here on my right, Manuel's is to the left.”
For some reason, that night I was craving barbecue like my life depended on it. I had a feeling Alvo knew where to find some smoked meats, and he did. We got dressed, Judy called us a taxi, and we took off to Gordo Mateo's in Cigua. The barbecue was as good as Alvo had made it out to be, and my Texan sensibilities were well pleased.
Remember the guy from the ice cream parlor from the day before? You probably don't, but Judy did, because she made a point to stop by that specific place after dinner. The rest of us were not in the mood for dessert, so we just left her to it while we went into a nearby supermarket. Manu made a beeline for the Gatorade, getting a bottle for each of us.
“When I said start hydrating, that was no joke,” he explained.
“Okay...” Kelly and I exchanged looks of amusement and confusion as we timidly accepted our drinks. When we left the store, we could see Judy strolling toward us across the park.
“Where's your ice cream?” I asked her when she got to our side of the street.
“What?”
“You went all the way over there to the ice cream place, but you didn't get anything?”
“Oh,” She laughed. “That's not why I went over there. Let's walk over there and sit down, I'll show you what I got.”
We followed her over to the park until she found a shady spot away from all the other clusters of people. We sat down and Judy laid it out for us.
“I'm gonna get straight to the point: I got us two beans of molly to help us get turned the fuck up tonight. That is why I was talking to the ice cream guy yesterday.”
“You got us two what of the what?” I asked. I am not savvy to the lingo, okay?
“Ecstasy, basically,” Judy responded. “I'm gonna guess and say y'all have never tried it?”
Kelly and I shook our heads.
“You don't have to do it tonight if you don't want to. But if you do, Manu and I will look out for you,” Judy assured us.
“And Judy and I will be less annoying to be around when all of us are rolling,” Manu added.
“So what is it like?” I asked.
“It is so much fun if you do it right. The first time we did it, we had a blast,” Manu answered.
“You two did ecstasy together?” Kelly was dumbfounded. “When did that happen?”
“Shit, we never told you about that?”
Kelly and I shook our heads. Judy went on:
“You know Gear Elf, right? The band?”
We nodded.
“So, Manu and I were down in Abilene to see Gear Elf live. We had heard some wild stories about their shows, and let me tell you, they were all true. If you only listen to their shit on the albums, you would have no idea how fucking high those guys get before they play.”
“Was it good?” I asked.
“No!” Manu answered. “That is the problem. By the time they get on stage, their singer is so blasted that he can't sing, he just screams slurred noises. So Judy and I thought, if we get our own drugs, we might be somewhat able to enjoy their show.”
“Did it work?”
“Yes and no.” Judy laughed. “His singing was still terrible, but we were too high to give a fuck. We just danced and partied until it was time to go back to our hotel. Good times.”
“Can I see it?” I asked.
“Sure.” Judy produced a small zip lock bag from her pocket. Inside it were two small pills of a lightly purple color. I don't know why, but I had expected MDMA to look more foreign or intimidating. Those two little pills were neither. I looked at Kelly.
“Why did you only get two?” Kelly asked.
“Trust me, two is all we need,” Judy responded.
“I'll give it a go,” I declared.
“Same,” said my sister.
Judy wasted no time in retrieving a pill from its bag, bit off half of it and handed me the other piece. Manu did the same with his, sharing it with Kelly. He then urged everyone to get their Gatorade out, holding up his own as in a toast.
“Ready? This is to a badass night out.”
Everybody swallowed their little purple chunk and washed it down with Gatorade. Everybody except me, that is. I made the mistake of trying to chew it before I got the hint. I tell you what, that shit is bitter and tastes like ass. Once we finished our drinks, we called a taxi and took off to this place called Abismo.
Kelly already brought it up, but I want to reiterate one more time that my sister and I are not exactly the target demographic for night clubs. So when I say here that Abismo was pretty cool for a night club, that is saying something. I didn't have much of a palate for the music, so I cannot speak to that other than that it was mostly loud, bass-heavy and aggressive. But I can give you a run down of how the place looked from the inside. Oh, you thought the architecture tangents were over? Hell no! From the outside, Abismo looks way to small to hold a night club. But once you get inside and make your way past the bar, you are standing on a gallery looking down onto the main dance floor. Directly opposite to your side of the room is another gallery, except this one is more of a metal grate catwalk, and in place of a banister it is equipped metal bars going all the way to the ceiling. The majority of the club is below ground level, which explains why it's called Abismo. From your spot on the gallery, you take a left or right and descend a set of stairs into the dance floor proper. I can't say what color the walls are, because it changes every few seconds with the pulsating indirect lights projected from pillars reaching from the ground all the way up to the ceiling. The dominant colors are purple, green and gold. On the wall opposite you, you would see the DJ's tables, except they are not backed by a wall but by an aquarium that bathes the surrounding area in cyan light. Because of course somebody put a god damn aquarium in there. Seriously, I need to talk about that for a minute. I mean, is that not unhealthy for the fish? How do they sleep with all those flashing lights around them? Do fish even sleep? Doesn't the loud music disorient them?
Enough with the interior decoration, I promise. Like I said, Kelly and I weren't feeling it at first. We both got a drink at the bar and went downstairs to stand off to the side of the dance floor like a bunch of awkward teenagers at a school dance. Meanwhile, Judy and Manu threw themselves into the action and basically drowned in the sea of bodies. Or I should say they were drowned out by the other party goers around them.
If you paid attention earlier (unlike me), you would recall that that night, Abismo was having an industrial night. What is industrial? I am not qualified to explain that to any satisfactory extent, so I am just going to describe what I saw around me. The people around us were, almost without exception, clad in black. Black dresses, black shirts, black skirts, black combat boots, black catsuits. But not everything was black-on-black. Men and women alike sported bright, colorful accents like white dreadlocks, striped leggings, fishnet gloves or stockings in bubblegum pink or mint green. Besides black, the dominant color for make-up was green, and of those who had applied glow paint to their bodies, most had chosen blue or yellow.
I tried to make conversation with Kelly, but the volume of the music limited us to pointing at things and yelling. I tried to ask her if she knew just where in the world our friends had taken us, when she pointed at something above. I looked up and found myself looking at the barred-off catwalk I pointed out earlier. Turns out, it was in fact a stage. It was now inhabited by four figures, two male and two female, with the men being entirely topless, and the women sporting only bikinis and boots. All four had a sort of torch in each hand, which they twirled around their bodies to draw fiery circles in the darkness. When we initially got in, I was not a fan of this place. It was a club and I was convinced that I didn't like clubs. But now I was sold. Scantily clad dancers dancing with literal fire in front of a towering aquarium of exotic fish – how is that not the coolest thing you've heard all day? Even the music began to grow on me. In the moment, I couldn't tell if it was the dancing girls or if the DJ had somehow managed to tickle a fancy I didn't know I had. I watched in awe as two of the dancers blew fire balls from their mouths, ten feet above the crowd.
And that is when the MDMA hit me.
I only remember the following two hours in flashes and pops, and I cannot string them together in any kind of chronological order. I remember doing shots of Tequila with a girl I had met maybe five minutes prior. I can't recall her name, what we talked about, or how we even managed to hold a conversation. All I know is that she was beautiful and funny and super cool and for the duration of our encounter, we were the best of friends. I remember dancing with Judy, Manu and Kelly. Tell you what, I can't dance for shit, but right then and there nobody cared, least of all me. Despite a lack of lyrics, the music spoke to me, guiding my movements and putting me in sync with everybody around me. I remember bumping into a woman in the crowd, but instead of pushing me away, she pulled me in to dance. She ran her hands down my chest and stomach until they disappeared under the seam of my T-shirt, which at that point must have been soaked with sweat. I grabbed her hands and placed them back on my shoulders, a gesture she understood as an invitation to plant a wet kiss on my lips. I later found out that MDMA is also called the Love Drug, and I know why. No sensation I had ever experienced in my life up to then could compare to what feeling. It was so intense, I should be writing this in all caps. Every beat of the music resonated not only in my ears, but in a place deep inside me. The colors of the pulsating lights and glow paint all around me were the most vibrant and beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen. I danced with Judy like she was the only woman I had ever desired and would ever desire. She would grind her butt against my crotch, and I would follow the curves of her body from her hips up to her tits and back down again. I could feel the heat radiating off her, like her body had turned into a furnace, which was only intensified by the occasional bursts of flame being shot over our heads by the dancers from the catwalk. Every caress of her hands, every inch of her skin underneath my fingertips sent shocks of love and lust through my body. I could not keep my hands off her, and she could not keep her lips off mine. And I didn't want it any other way. In fact, I didn't want anything else but to be close to this woman. Hold her. Kiss her. Lick her. Finger her. Fuck her.
It was also Judy who abruptly snapped me out of it, leading Kelly and me out of the club by our hands. Manu was already waiting outside. I checked my phone, it was a few minutes past ten. What had felt like twenty minutes had in fact lasted two hours.
“Why are we leaving?” I asked.
“You only wanted to stay a few hours, right?” Judy responded.
“Yeah, but that was...I mean...” I paused. “I guess I did say that.” I laughed at my own words. For some reason, what I had just said was the funniest thing I ever heard.
“Did you have fun?” Judy asked.
“Are you kidding? This is fucking awesome!” I know it's hard to imagine, but I was having a great time just standing on the sidewalk outside of the club. The tropical heat felt like a heavy blanket on my skin. Down the street, somebody yelled at us in what I assume was French. I smiled and waved at them. Going in, I hadn't given the street so much as a second look, but now that it was dark and everything was lit up, I was admiring all the color around me. I won't go off on another tangent about architecture, just let it be said that MDMA is a great time. But, uh, drugs are bad, okay?
Being high as a flock of kites, we did what I told you not to do and took one of those taxis waiting outside the club. Between the four of us, we paid about 940 Dominican pesos for a ride of no more than ten minutes. That would have been $22.11 in 2013. Looking back, I ain't even mad. The driver earned it, because Manu sat up front, and he would not stop talking for the entire ride. It was all in Spanish, so I didn't understand it, and I didn't care. Wedged between my sister and me, Judy was busy feeling us up. Rubbing my thigh with her left hand, she caressed Kelly's cheek with her right.
“You're hot,” she commented.
“Thank you!” Kelly giggled.
“I meant your face.” Judy turned around and ran her hand over my forehead. “You too, Kyle. You two are on fire.”
“Is that bad? Are we gonna die?”
“No no no, chill. That is completely normal when you do molly,” she assured us, then added “I can't wait to get back to the hotel and get out of these clothes.”
“Why wait?” Kelly laughed as she put her arm around Judy and pulled the strap of her top down her shoulder, taking the bra strap with it.
“What are you doing?” Judy laughed.
“Nothing.” Kelly flashed a mischievous grin and plunged her left hand down Judy's bra. Judy did not say another word but instead drew her in for a kiss. Bless that cab driver for keeping his eyes on the road. I would not be able to keep it together if all I saw in the rear view mirror was two young women making out and fondling each other.
Once we got back to our room, we could not get naked fast enough. Judy filled up four glasses worth of tap water and insisted that everybody drink one. Besides that, we didn't do much but lay on our beds and enjoy the air conditioning. That is, until Judy got up and walked over to Kelly and Manu's bed. Without a single word, she climbed on top of Kelly and the two resumed their passionate make out session from earlier. From that point onward, things just happened. Judy pulled back from my sister's embrace, only to plant a kiss on her neck, then her collar bone, making her way down until she arrived between her legs. Kelly propped herself up on her elbows, her mouth agape in amazement, while Judy ran a finger through her pubic hair. From there, Judy's finger disappeared from view, but it was not hard to imagine what it was doing. Kelly let out a series of low moans and her eyebrows drew together in that cute little frown that some women get when they are aroused. Judy gently brushed back the red tuft of hair above Kelly's pussy and plunged her head between my sister's legs. Kelly arched her back and threw her head backwards.
“Ooooohhh yes right there!”
Judy was kneeling in front of the bed, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. Her inner labia were fully engorged, wet and shimmering in the soft light from our nightstand lamp. I could feel my dick resting on my stomach, gently pulsing and growing more and more erect with every beat of my heart. Manu hadn't stirred from his spot on the bed for most of this. Kelly's loud moan woke him from his half-sleep and he rolled over to see what was going on.
“I can't leave you unattended for five minutes, can I?” he asked his sister. Judy pulled away from Kelly's pussy and laughed.
“It's okay, I found someone to keep me company.” Looking up at Kelly, she asked “Do you want the boys to come and play?”
“Yes!” Kelly answered between heavy breathing, along with the most enthusiastic nod you can imagine. Judy wasted no time and buried her face between my sister's legs again. Kelly dropped back down onto her pillow, from where she looked up at the ceiling with her eyes and mouth wide open. Manu rolled over to lay next to her, propping himself up with his left arm while his right hand cupped her breast and he began to roll her nipple between his fingertips. Kelly ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Her other hand disappeared out of view, but by the movements of her arm I could tell she was stroking Manu's dick. For a moment, our room was quiet except for the wet sounds of Judy eating Kelly's pussy and Kelly making out with Manu. My dick was now as hard as it could be, standing sticking out from my body at a angle as if to point at something. I realized that my hand was massaging my glans, and telling by the precum forming at the tip, it had been doing that for a minute now.
Judy looked up from my sister's pussy to speak.
“Where is Kyle? Did he fall asleep?”
Kelly parted with Manu's lips and turned her head toward me.
“Yeah, Kyle, what the fuck are you doing just laying down over there?” I realized I still had my dick in my hand and froze like a deer in the headlights. But Kelly was not phased by that. “Come over here and join us!”
She went back to making out with Manu. Judy meanwhile set her body upright to turn toward me, and her eyes instantly locked onto my erection. I did not have to be told again. I got off the bed and walked up behind her. The moment I was within her range, she took hold of my dick and guided it into her mouth. In alternating movements, she would flick the underside with her tongue and then suck on it with her lips. I gently ran my hand over her silky dark hair as I enjoyed the warm, wet sensation of her mouth on my cock. I admired her large brown eyes as they stared up into mine. I had half the mind to just stay there and let her suck me until I came, but I had other plans. I withdrew from her wet embrace and dropped to my knees as well. My dick brushed up against her butt as my arms wrapped around her until I was weighing her large breasts in my hands. Tilting my head forward, I leaned in to kiss her. Her mouth had an unfamiliar taste to it and I realized she still had Kelly's juices on her lips and tongue. Instead of making me question just what the fuck we were doing right then and there, it reminded me that I was keeping her from pleasuring my sister.
“I think Kelly's pussy still needs more love,” I whispered into her ear. She flashed me a grin and leaned forward toward my sister's eagerly waiting lips. Just as she was about to go back to work, she looked at me.
“What about my pussy though? It's been needing some love all night.”
“I got you.” I gave her a wink and ran my hands down to her hips. From there my right hand slid around to her abdomen and followed the strip of her pubic hair until I found that wonderful crease I was looking for. Her pussy was practically radiating heat, and I could feel her juices slowly run down my fingers as I ran them up and down her labia before arriving at her clit. Her body shuddered and I could hear a muffled moan originate from between Kelly's legs. I gently rubbed her clitoral hood with two fingers. My free hand firmly massaged her breast, my fingertips basically sinking into her soft skin. Eventually I could not hold back any more. Looking down, I parted her labia with one hand and guided my dick into position with the other. In one slow, deliberate motion, I pushed forward until I was all the way inside her. Judy pulled her head back once more and let out an elongated moan, much louder than the last one. Slowly, I began to thrust in and out of her, my hands alternating between massaging her breasts and caressing her hips.
My gaze wandered from Judy's hips up her back to her head, which was still buried between Kelly's thighs. Kelly herself was reclining against a pillow, with her head arched slightly back to meet Manu's lips. One of her hands rested on Judy's head, as if to hold her in place, while the fingers her other hand were grasping Manu's hair, locking him in long, passionate kisses. Manu was still on his side, propping himself up with his left arm. The hand of his right arm was wrapped around his dick, stroking it at a moderate pace.
The muscles in Judy's vagina tensed up around my dick, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. With it came an important realization: I was not wearing a condom. I withdrew from her slippery warmth and leaned forward to whisper into her ear.
“You got any more of those condoms?”
When she turned around to answer, her lips and chin were shiny with Kelly's juices.
“In my toiletry bag, in the little side pouch. Hurry up.”
I scurried over to her nightstand, located the condoms in their little pouch, and wasted no time in putting one on. In a brief moment of forward thinking, I grabbed another one before I returned to the bed. This was well received: Kelly had pulled back from Judy and was now stroking Manu's erect cock. As I approached, she extended her free hand and took the condom from me. She made an act of putting it on him, rolling it down by stroking him, going a little further down his shaft each time. Once it was on, Kelly straddled Manu, facing away from him, and lined the tip of his dick up with her pussy. I watched with great fascination as Manu parted my sister's labia, slowly sliding deeper and deeper inside her, until she lifted herself up, only to lower herself once again. With the exception of a quick peek earlier that day, I had never before watched somebody else have sex in real life.
Judy and I climbed onto the bed to join Kelly and Manu. While my sister continued to ride Manu, Judy and I went back to our doggy style. This put Judy face to face with Kelly's boobs, and that seemed to suit her just fine. She would alternate between massaging them with one hand, licking them like she was enjoying the world's greatest scoop of ice cream, and sucking Kelly's nipples into her mouth, sometimes hard enough to leave the occasional tooth mark. Meanwhile, I thrust away at Judy's soaking wet pussy. Every time I'd enter her, our skin would make a distinct slapping noise, and the impact would send ripples up her shapely hips. Judy herself made a lot of noise as well. Between her loud gasps and moans, the occasional “si!” would escape her mouth, as well as a bunch of other exclamations in Spanish that I didn't understand and don't recall. It couldn't have been long until the combination of her moaning, the sensation of her skin under my hands, and the tight hot grip of her pussy around my dick sent me over the edge. When my orgasm hit, I initially thought I had an out of body experience, like I had left out hotel room and walked down to the beach to sit in the sand. All I heard was the waves gently rolling ashore, all I saw was the moon and the night sky above, all I smelled was the salt in the tropical air. Turns out I was just staring out the open window when I came, and the intensity of the orgasm blocked out most of the sensory input from my immediate surroundings. Kelly must have noticed what happened, because a huge grin crept across her face. She didn't say anything, probably because she was in a similar state of sensory overload as I had just been, but instead she held up one hand and we high-fived. This was immediately followed up by Kelly having her own orgasm. Her fingers interlocked with mine, and I held her hand as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body.
This is where my memory gets a little bit hazy. There are no pictures of the four of us fucking, at least not of that particular night. More on that later. What little I wrote about it in my journal can be described as a collection of vignettes that I jotted down several days after the fact.
The next thing I remember is Judy and I with our bodies intertwined, writhing and rolling around on the bed next to Kelly and Manu. I was on top of Judy, inside her, pinning her hands down on the mattress while she held me close by with her legs wrapped around my waist. This time, there was no need to be covert, so Judy absolutely did not hold back. She would moan, almost scream, in her native tongue and erupt into explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm. I can't recall any more details, and I believe you get the point. There I was, one in a pile of naked bodies, caressing, stroking, kissing, licking, sucking and thrusting into each other. By that point I couldn't tell if it was the MDMA talking, or if I was getting high of the scent of sex in the air. It was a mix of perfume, skin, hair, fresh sweat, semen, and pussy. And while I can't say if it was the drugs or the sex by itself, I can say that those hours marked the most euphoric moment of my entire life up to that point. How many hours? Again, I don't know. It is safe to assume that the four of us eventually got so exerted that we had to stop and fell asleep pretty much where we lay.
Sten's Notes
I used Google Translate for the Spanish sentences. It probably sounds awkward to native speakers.
William Adolphe Bouguerau was a French painter who lived from 1825 to 1905. He was a highly prolific artist who finished an estimated 822 paintings in his lifetime. His most famous work is his rendition of The Birth of Venus.
Gustave Courbet was a French painter who lived from 1819 to 1877. Starting in the 1850s and going into the 1860s he became known for painting a series of increasingly erotic and controversial paintings. One of his most famous works, “L'Origine du Monde” (“The Origin of the World”), was not publicly exhibited until 1988.
The restaurant Gordo Mateo's is entirely fictional.
Abismo is Spanish for “abyss”.
If you have never heard of the band Gear Elf, that is because it is entirely fictional. It is not meant to bear any resemblance to any real bands, active or disbanded. The name is based on the so called “machine elves”, creatures reportedly encountered when under the influence of the hallucinogen DMT.
MDMA is the active ingredient of ecstasy. The production, sale and ownership is illegal in most countries. Recreational MDMA use carries serious health risks and frequently leads to dehydration, overheating, loss of appetite, insomnia, anxiety, impulsiveness and impaired memory.
Industrial is a genre of music that can trace its roots back to the 1970s. Characteristics of industrial sound include synthesizers, heavily distorted guitars, drum machines, and harsh vocals. Industrial overlaps with other musical genres and subcultures, such as gothic industrial, industrial metal, or industrial dance. Famous industrial acts include Combichrist, KMFDM, Laibach, Nine Inch Nails, and VNV Nation.
The conversion for the taxi fare Kyle gives was calculated with the conversion rate from December 13th 2013.
MDMA is a vasoconstrictor, which means that the drug causes tightening of the blood vessels. This frequently leads to male users being unable to achieve an erection or ejaculate while under the influence. Female users also report that it takes longer for vaginal lubrication to set in after taking MDMA. It is non the less known as “the love drug” because it can cause a strong sensation of being emotionally connected with people in one's immediate surroundings. So while it is highly unlikely that Kyle or Manu would be able to get an erection while rolling, I chose to write it that way because I felt that group sex made for a more poignant climax for the chapter than several pages of four people laying around cuddling with each other.
