16 February 2021

Kyle and Kelly go on Vacation - Part 4

DISCLAIMER

This story is a work of fiction. The persons appearing herein are entirely fictional and any resemblances to real persons, be they living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

© Sten Dürer 2017


Day 4 - Hangover

At eighteen, I was not very experienced with alcohol, and even today I wouldn't count myself as much of a drinker. I have never been objectively hammered, so I only know about hangovers from other people describing them to me. From my own research, I have since learned that MDMA can cause its own brand of hangover. From descriptions on the internet, molly hangovers are a different flavor of misery, much worse than what my friends and I experienced the next day. Apparently we got off easy, because we started out with a relatively small amount to share between the four of us, and we each only dosed once. That is not to say that our morning after was all sunshine and rainbows.

For starters, MDMA dehydrates the absolute fuck out of you. Manu had the right idea when he demanded that we all drink water and Gatorade before rolling, but that kind of sound thinking went out of the window once things took a turn for the group sex. I woke up parched, the inside of my mouth feeling dry and unpleasantly hot. When I got up to grab myself a glass of water, I discovered that my entire body was sore, not unlike the feeling after a long night in the mosh pit. My room mates were no better off; nobody spoke much, but there was much groaning and frequent complaints of thirst, aches, and fatigue. I heard quiet murmurs coming from Kelly and Manu's bed, and then Kelly got up and began to get dressed in her clothes from the night before.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Going down to the kiosk to get some water.”

“Okay.”

As the door shut behind my sister, I rolled over to face Manu.

“There is kiosk around here?”

“Yeah. By the main building.”

We didn't talk any more until Kelly returned with the promised water, as well as a few bags of snacks. We greeted her with subdued enthusiasm. I gratefully took a bottle of water from the shrink-wrapped pack and wasted no time cracking it open and drinking at least half of it in one go. As I set the bottle down to catch my breath, I noticed Kelly sitting on her bed, opening a pack of ballpoint pens.

“Why did you get those?” I asked.

“When I was at the store, I saw they had some stationery items. I remembered you writing in your journal the other day, so I thought I'd write one too.” She held up a pristine ring book.

“Oh nice.” In hindsight, I admit I am somewhat proud that I inspired my older sister to take up one of my favorite habits. This short exchange also got me to dig out my own journal and write down my thoughts and impressions of the night before. I'm looking at that entry right now, and I decided that I wouldn't paraphrase it, but instead just transcribe it verbatim:

“What the fuck? Did last night really happen? This kinda shit only happens in movies. Porno movies. Nerdy white guy sleeps next to his hot lady friend and she wakes him up to fuck. Seriously, that is a porn plot, that does not happen in reality. I saw Kelly get fucked by Manu, just absolutely getting railed. Then we went out to this town, what ever the fuck it's called, did some drugs, partied like an 80s rock band and went home to have sex. Judy just went to town on Kelly's pussy, like it was no big deal. I just came up from behind and we banged doggy style. I just let myself in and she rolled with it, like I was her friendly neighbor coming over for a coffee and a chat. Does ecstasy give you crazy dreams? Or did I actually do that? And I saw Kelly have sex with Manu, just right there in front of us. That was the second time in 24 hours. Guys at school always talk about how they get laid like a rock star, how they can't swing a dead cat without hitting a girl they fucked. Yeah right. They wish they did. They wish they had high as fuck group sex in the Caribbean. Seriously, this is not reality, this is some kind of fantasy land. But we actually did that shit. Not that I'm gonna tell anyone. Would sound mighty weird. 'Hey Kyle, how was your vacation?' 'Oh, it was fantastic. I swam in the ocean, ate this badass Dominican barbecue and went to a night club with my sister and our friends. Then we went to our hotel room and had an orgy. Good times!' Yeah...no.”

My scribbling was soon interrupted by Kelly's voice.

“We should all take a shower. And open a window. When I came back in here I just noticed how everything in here smells like sweat, spit, cum, and pussy juice.”

Her suggestion was met with grunts of agreement and chuckles. She had a point. We were all still sticky with the above-mentioned bodily fluid, and I can imagine that our room smelled none too pleasant. I got up to open the sliding door to the balcony, while my room mates shuffeled into the bathroom. We didn't take turns in the shower because we didn't need to. At this point it should come as no surprise that the showers in this hotel were large enough to fit four adults comfortably. While Kelly and our friends simply stood under the showerhead, letting the warm water wash the fatigue away, I noticed the bottle of massage oil Judy and I had used two nights before. I took it from the little cubby it was sitting in and examined the label to see what scent it was supposed to be. It was all in Spanish, but from what I could glean from the label, it was supposed to smell like campanita. I don't know what a campanita is, but going by the picture I would assume it's a sort of flower. I could be entirely wrong about that, because the oil itself had a creamy aroma, almost like that of chocolate.

“Why is this thing almost empty?” I asked aloud, more to myself than anybody in particular. This elicited a small laugh from Judy.

“It was full when we got to this room,” she remarked after rinsing the shampoo out of her hair.

“No, I'm pretty sure it was already like this when we tried it. Why would they leave an opened...” I tried to retort, but I was interrupted by Manu.

“It's not from the hotel, it belongs to our mamá. She must have left it here when we rearranged the rooms. I imagine her and papá have been sorely missing it.”

“They used half of this on their first day here? How?” I asked. In hindsight I must acknowledge that it was a stupid question, but right that second my mind was still a bit foggy.

“They put it on their salad,” Judy quipped. “What do you think they use it for? They give each other massages, dummy.”

“Normal massages or happy ending massages?” Kelly asked, out of left field.

“Yes,” was all that Judy had to say in response, making the rest of us laugh. It was like we were gradually coming back to life after our rager the night before.

“And when did you say you tried this?” Kelly asked with a grin.

“Oh, you know, I was having some, uh, dry skin. Judy showed me this stuff, and what can I say, it's a fantastic moisturizer,” I answered, trying my best not to laugh. Judy, meanwhile, was cracking up through this entire conversation.

“Gotcha. I figured that's what she was doing yesterday morning, helping you rub it in.”

“No, actually it was the night before,” I answered, then paused. “Wait a minute. You saw us yesterday morning?”

“We saw AND heard you two moisturizing each other,” Manu said, dryly.

“That was the first time I saw somebody else have sex,” Kelly remarked.

“Oh, so you watched us?” Judy asked. At this point we had stepped out of the shower and were drying ourselves off.

“For like thirty seconds,” Manu explained. “Then we turned on the shower, so you couldn't hear us and we wouldn't be distracted by you two. Kind of like a courtesy flush, but for sex.”

“Good thinking,” I complimented them. “I'll have to try that one myself some time.”

“If you give me like ten minutes, I think I'm almost hydrated enough to get wet again,” Judy said with a huge grin on her face. We laughed it off, because none of us actually had the energy or desire to have sex at that moment.

Once dry, I walked out of the bathroom and turned the TV on. As I zapped through the channels, trying to find Cartoon Network or maybe another channel I could understand, I began to feel a familiar pang in my stomach.

“Anybody else hungry?” I asked into the room. The answer was a unanimous “no”, but Judy still urged us to get something to eat:

“We can order from Rafael's. That way we'd at least have something for tomorrow.”

So we ordered. Or, more accurately, Judy ordered for everyone, while the rest of us continued laying around. As we waited for our food, Kelly began to scroll through her phone. She apparently found something good, as evidencced by her letting out a loud laugh before crawling over into our bed to show me.

“When did I do that?” I laughed. “And why?”

“I dunno,” Kelly answered.

The picture on her phone showed Judy holding a bottle of water against her crotch, with me kneeling in front of her like I was about to suck her imaginary dick. Like I said, I didn't remember when we took it. Judging by our surroundings and the amount of clothes the two of us were wearing, it must have been in Cigua the night before.

Once our food arrived, my sister and my friends realized that they actually hungry too, so I didn't have to eat by myself. We spent the rest of the day cuddling and watching a movie. When Kelly brought up that she would like to go to the beach again, it was quickly agreed that we would do so the next day. The sun had barely passed below the horizon when Kelly fell asleep again, and the rest of us soon followed suit. Through the open sliding door, we could hear how the other guests were just warming up to have a good time. We were still feeling the exertion of the night before though, so sleep came easily.

As a whole, the fourth day of our trip doesn't stand out much. And I would have shortened my retelling of it, or even considered leaving it out altogether, if it hadn't been for Kelly's new notebook. If you remember the introduction I wrote for this whole story, which I'm sure you all read, I'm not just using my own journal to write this, but Kelly's as well, with her permission. From her first entry I learned that she was still on the last day of her period when Judy and I observed her and Manu having sex in the bathroom. In her own words:

“Flow was really light, Manu didn't care anyway. Thought it would hurt a little, but felt good actually. I guess it makes for good lube? Sorry not sorry.”

I would keep that in mind from then on. During that time of the month, just put towel down and man the fuck up.


Sten's Notes

MDMA hangovers occur when users take multiple doses over a short period of time, such as one night or a weekend. This results in an ongoing high, which eventually depletes the body's serotonin. While the body has to produce new serotonin, users will often feel depressed or irritable. Common terms for MDMA hangovers are “Blue Monday” or “Tuesday Blues”.

Campanita (cubanola domingensis), also known as tree lily, is a shrub endemic to the Dominican Republic. The fragrance of its flowers is described as similar to that of warm chocolate.

Menstrual blood can function as a natural lubricant during period sex.


24 June 2020

Kyle and Kelly go on Vacation - Part 3

DISCLAIMER

This story is a work of fiction. The persons appearing herein are entirely fictional and any resemblances to real persons, be they living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

© Sten Dürer 2017




Day 3

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.

11 February 2018

Kyle and Kelly go on Vacation - Part 2: First Trip

DISCLAIMER

This story is a work of fiction. The persons appearing herein are entirely fictional and any resemblances to real persons, be they living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

© Sten Dürer 2017


The First Trip

Day 1 – July 2013

 Our flight was scheduled for something like nine A.M., but our parents insisted we get there before seven, you know, “just in case”. To kill time, Kelly and I went to peruse the bookstore at the airport. I was looking for something to fill the time on the plane, and I found it pretty quickly. It was some high tech spy thriller probably written by multiple ghost writers under the direction of a corporate committee. When I walked over to Kelly to see what she was getting, I found her staring at a shelf, laughing.
“What's so funny?” I asked.
“These are the best sellers, right?” Kelly pointed at the sign over the shelf. “So you got your Harry Potters, classics like Alice in Wonderland, popular science, and...books for teenage girls and moms that are basically just porn in disguise.” She pulled an impressively thick paperback from the shelf, clad in a black and purple cover, with a picture of a tulip on the front.
“Yeah, but those have been around for years.”
“I know, but check this shit out.” She took the book back and flipped it over to look at the blurb on the back. “This one has everything your under-fucked housewife could ever want or need: mousy girl meets sexy hunk, who turns out to be a billionaire, with a secret S&M fetish, and he is a vampire, and he fights werewolves.”
“So you're buying this?”
“Fuck no.”

The flight was just another flight – four and a half hours in a cramped metal tube with the occasional turbulence and pressure changes that make your ears hurt. I don't think I ever finished that book I got at the airport, and I can't remember a damn thing about it. But I remember the crap-tastic romance novel Kelly showed me, because I just saw a movie trailer for it the other day.
This was my first time outside of the United States, and I went into it expecting everything to be different. I looked at the most mundane things to see if they were somehow exotic. Looking back at my pictures now, I have to laugh at myself, because guess what? The airport was just another airport, the McDonald's looked like any other McDonald's over here, the shops were just shops, and the cabs were cabs.
The drive from the airport to Feronia takes almost an hour, but I barely noticed because our cab driver had us all engaged in conversation, or at least he tried with his mix of heavily accented English and rapid-fire Spanish. It felt like we had just left Punta Cana when Mom pointed out something in the distance.
“Almost there.”
In the distance, just barely hidden behind a hill in front of us, I could make out the rooftops of a handful of buildings. The one closest to us was also the largest, and definitely the most intricate. I am a huge nerd for architecture, so the whole way down the hill I was checking out the symmetrical distribution of the windows and the pillars by the entrance and all those other details that virtually nobody else cares about. The two other large buildings looked identical to one another, but very different from the first one. There was lots of glass and smooth surface, making them look like two solid blocks, but at the same time, the wrap-around balconies gave them a certain air of dignity. TL,DR: the place looked fancy, and I was digging it.

The reception at Feronia has its own little building. Once inside, Mom went over to talk to the receptionists, while the rest of us sat down on one of the leather couches by the wall. I must say I was impressed. The floor was paneled, the ceiling was paneled, and parts of the walls were paneled as well. The furniture was made of wood, leather and metal, and the walls were adorned with prints of classical paintings. The center of the room was dominated by a wide wooden receptionist desk, and the wall behind it was not a wall, but a massive fish tank. Feronia probably spends a lot of money on interior decorators, is what I'm saying.

“We're checked in, they're just pulling up the van out front.” Mom announced.

“The van?” Kelly asked.

“To get us and our bags to the hotel. It's a bit of a walk otherwise.” Was this place a resort or a small town? Given what I saw from the van on our short ride to the hotel, I was leaning towards the latter. We went by the large building with the nice architecture, which I later found out was called the Logia Bajacu. That must have been where Judy and Manu stayed during their first visit to Feronia. Our hotel was one of the large structures that looked like they were half made of glass. Our driver parked the van between the two blocks and we got out. From where I stood, I was looking at a large reflection pool right between the buildings. As I walked around the van to grab my stuff, I could make out a swimming pool not too far away, and people lounging around it. Naked. And although I could not see the ocean from there, I could smell it.

“These buildings, by the way, are called Los Citrinos,” Dad remarked as we carried our bags up the steps onto the porch of our building. “I just call them Las Vitrinas. Means 'display cases' in Spanish.”

I could see where he was coming from, what with the buildings looking like they were fifty percent glass, but I never ended up calling them that. I just call them “The Blocks”. When we entered the lobby of our building, I wondered for a hot second why everything had this bluish hue. One good look around the room later, I wondered no more. In the middle of the lobby, flanked by two flights of stairs, was a perfectly square aquarium walled entirely with Plexiglas and steel beams. Except that, instead of fish, it had naked people swimming in it. I heard Kelly let out a small "Whoa", and I nodded my head in agreement. Whoever built this resort, they were not fucking around. That tank in front of us did not so much resemble a spot for recreation as an over-the-top piece of performance art on the practice of exhibitionism. At least until we climbed the stairs, because from up top it looked like just another pool.

By the time we got to our room, it was past five p.m. A brief tour of our room: it was pretty big, with two double beds, a flat-screen TV flanked by tall speakers, windows that reach from the floor to the ceiling, a sizable balcony, and a huge bathroom with a large shower and its own glass door to the balcony. The overarching theme of the place seemed to be "bigger is better". Made me wonder, what were we expected to do with all that space?

Our parents called dibs on the shower, so Kelly and I crashed on one of the beds and Kelly switched on the TV. I didn't feel like watching TV, and the channels all seemed to be in Spanish anyway. In an effort to check social media for any messages I might have received in the mean time, I tried to connect to the hotel's WiFi. Unfortunately, it was password-protected, and my battery was almost dead. TV it was.

"Anything good?" I asked, looking at Kelly.

"They got Cartoon Network."

Kelly loves cartoons. Some of my oldest memories are of us two watching shows like Dexter's Laboratory together, and it's something we still do sometimes. So we lay there watching Johnny Bravo. It was a re-run, but it was a pretty good episode. Once it was over, we flipped through channels looking for anything else in English, until Mom came out of the bathroom. Save for her glasses and a towel on her head, she was completely naked.

"Your dad is still in there, but the shower is free now."

Kelly and I let the TV be and hurriedly dug our toiletries out of our bags. When we shuffled into the bathroom, we found dad standing at the counter, with his camera out.

"Excuse me...what are you doing?" I asked.

"Taking mirror selfies for Facebook," he replied with a sarcastic smile. Dad doesn't have a Facebook profile.

"You do that, we'll be..." I stopped mid-sentence. "Holy shit, two sinks?"

Yes, in a place that has fish tanks for walls and pools in places that don't make sense, it was the goddamn sinks that got a reaction out of me. Behind me, Kelly gave a snicker and remarked "Such luxury" as Dad left to put away his camera.

After being stuck in our plane seats for hours on end and taking a cab across a tropical countryside, our clothes were stuck to our bodies, and it took a hot minute of awkward contortions until Kelly and I peeled ourselves out of our clothes. Suffice it to say, the first wave of water on my skin was a wonderful relief. The shower had one of these rain showerheads, and it felt exactly as good as the infomercials promise.

"We don't do this at home, do we?" I asked Kelly as I moved aside to give her some time under the showerhead.

"What, take showers? Pretty much every day," she answered, laughing. "Man, you are a riot today."

"No, I mean, shower together. When was the last time we did that?"

Kelly gave a pensive look while massaging shampoo in her hair.

"Huh, point taken. But, why would we do that? Also, how? I can't imagine both of us fitting in the shower at home."

"Yeah, me neither," I said. Skinny or not, at six foot two, I do take up a lot of space. "Things would get cramped back home."

"Also, it would be kinda weird, dontcha think?" Kelly was done washing her hair, so she let me hog the showerhead again.

"You think this is weird right now?"

"No, we're just taking a shower." She laughed. "What is it with you today? Getting all philosophical in here."

"I always get great thoughts like this in the shower. Today is just the first time someone's there to hear them, I guess."

We were interrupted when Mom poked her head in the bathroom.

"Kyle, your phone keeps buzzing."

"I'll call them back," I answered. "Kinda tied down here right now."

"Okay."

Mom left, and we picked up our conversation where we left off.

“Do you think I should get my hair cut?” Kelly asked. “Or should I let it grow out again.”

Kelly has wavy, dark red hair. At the time, it barely reached halfway down her face.

"I think it would look really good if you grew it long," I offered my opinion.

"You know what, I think you're right. It's been a long time since I had long hair, and I kinda miss it."


After our shower, Kelly and I didn't bother getting dressed again. Once we were sufficiently dry, we stretched out on the bed, content to just kick back and do nothing for a while. Mom and Dad were on the balcony, snuggling and people-watching. Kelly was engrossed in the book she got at the airport, so I used the down-time to get out a ring book and write down my first impressions. As you might have noticed, I had a lot thoughts on being in a foreign country in general, and staying at a nudist resort in particular. In fact, I have it open right next to me as I'm writing this. I'd be fucked if I had to remember all those details off the top of my head.

Kelly looked up from her book at what I was doing.

"Travel journal?" she asked.

"Pretty much," I nodded.

"I forgot to bring one." She picked up her phone. "Scoot over, I want to take a vacation picture of us together."

I complied and she snapped a selfie of us two. I still have that picture; I keep it around on my laptop. It was the first time somebody took a photo of me naked.


It must have been seven thirty p.m. when Mom got a call; the Santiagos had arrived. We quickly jumped into some clothes to leave our room and greet them. I was expecting a long walk across this humongous hotel complex, or at least through the building, so I headed for the stairs. You can imagine my surprise when I heard Luz' voice behind me.

"Yo, Kyle, where you going?"

I turned on the spot to see her standing in the door of another room just diagonally across from ours, waving at me to come over. Her and Alvo were already exchanging hugs and kisses with Mom and Dad. On my way to join them, I could already see Kelly was happy to see Manu again; she leaned into him with a huge smile on her face, the tip of her nose touching his. I had no time to tease her on it, because Judy fell into my arms out of nowhere and practically wrapped herself around me as closely as her figure would allow.

"Oh man, I can't believe you're actually here!" Judy exclaimed, her dark brown eyes and lovely smile beaming up at me.

"We are, as you can see and feel. How was your flight?"

"Two flights, actually. We stopped in Miami for two hours, and I tried to catch up on some sleep..." We were interrupted by my dad.

“I don't know about y'all, but I am getting hungry.”


Supper was the last real event of the day. The sun was on its way down, so we chose to sit outside the main building's restaurant, the Bajacu Comedor, on a patio that provided an excellent view of the pool area. I felt a bit awkward sitting around fully dressed in between so many naked people. The day had depleted our energy, and it was showing. Even though our families hadn't seen one another in months and had so much to catch up on, there was not a lot of talking. With my plate empty, I found myself zoning out, my gaze drifting over the pool and to the horizon.

"Thinking of going to the beach?" Alvo's voice took me out of my daydreams.

"Thinking of going to bed, more like," I managed to return.

"I hear you," Alvo replied. "Gonna have a beer with Jonah, then I'll have call it a night myself."

My eyes went back to the beach, panning the horizon until my view was obstructed by Judy leaning in towards me.

"We should come out in the morning and go swimming. It'll still be nice and cool, or at least something like that."

“We're on vacation, and you want to get up early?” Kelly asked, incredulously. I was about to agree with her when I realized Judy had basically just invited us to hang out with her naked.

“Yeah, we were talking about it back home,” I lied. I put my arm around Judy and, out of view of her parents, slowly moved the spaghetti strap of her top down her shoulder. Kelly caught on.

"Yeah, almost forgot," she said, with one arm wrapped around Manu. "We wanted to have the pool to ourselves."


Day 2

The next morning I was expecting to be the first one up, so it came as a surprise when I was awoken by Kelly's voice.

"Good morning."

I turned to see her next to me, propped up on one arm, looking at me. Except she was not looking at my face. In my sleep, I had kicked the covers off, and now my morning wood was pointing at the ceiling, in full size and in full view of my sister.

“You are a grower, god damn.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled and wanted to cover myself again.

"No man, chill," Kelly replied. "I just thought how weird it would look if us girls woke up every day with long-ass nipples poking out."

As goofy as it sounds, that mental image actually made me laugh, too. Kelly went on to rummage around in her backpack for something, so I excused myself to go shave. As I got up and walked to the bathroom, the rummaging behind me stopped for a second. I never asked her, but I suspect Kelly was trying to get another peek at my erection. By the time she joined me in the bathroom, it was gone.

"Your alarm clock was ringing. I turned it off."

"Thanks."

I went back to shaving and Kelly sat down on the toilet. At first I thought she needed to pee, until I heard a wet plop behind me.

"Seriously?" I turned around to give her a look of righteous indignation. "I'm still right here!"

"Relax, I'm just changing my tampon."

"Oh. Carry on then." That was all I had to say about that, so I just stuck to shaving and let Kelly do her thing. Once my face was smooth again and my toiletries stashed away in their bag, I turned on the shower. I had barely stepped under the water when Kelly turned to me and asked:

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" I laughed. "I'm taking a shower. Join me if you want to."

"Yeah, I get that. But wouldn't it make more sense to do that after we go swimming?"

My wet palm audibly impacted my forehead.

"I'll be right out."

"Hurry up," Kelly ushered. "We got places to go, naked people to see."


Kelly, our parents and I caught breakfast at the buffet on the ground floor – naked. From our table, I could see a mural over by the pool area. My Spanish was just about sufficient to translate it as "We are well dressed in our skin." Whoever came up with that, I do say they had a point. It might sound counter-intuitive if you haven't done it yourself, but when everyone around you is naked, it feels better to be naked yourself. More equal, I guess. The people aquarium in the lobby was still weird, though.

Just as Kelly and I were getting impatient and headed upstairs to go fetch Judy and Manu, they met us half-way. They assured us they'd catch up to us at the pool, so we went ahead with our parents. Both Mom and Dad were wearing satchel packs around their waist, which looked silly, but proved useful. When you're not wearing clothes, you likely have no pockets to stash things like your wallet, your shades, or sunblock. We all put on a layer of factor 75, which in the Williams family is absolutely mandatory lest we want to turn from pasty white to lobster red. I made a mental note to get myself one of those satchels for any possible trips in the future. Actually, I made written note as well, since I'm looking at it right now in my journal.

For some reason, I also scribbled a remark about the small white string dangling from between Kelly's legs. Most women I know would be mortified to even talk about their period in front of a man, much less walk around with a tampon string in plain view like it ain't no thing. What I didn't write down is why I was checking out Kelly's privates in the first place. I couldn't stop thinking of our last trip to the mall because the picture she sent me would pop into my head at random times throughout the day. The way she angled her hips and pulled down those bikini bottoms basically screamed "Look at my pussy!" And I looked at it. While our parents were having a swim, she lay down on a deck chair opposite from me. She let one leg dangle off the side, so I could see her inner labia peek out. It was similar to her skin in color, with a shade of pink to it. She had shaved the hair off her outer labia, leaving only a triangle up top. Somehow my dick stayed where it was, flaccid and resting on the chair. I decided to stay on the safe side and hopped into the pool.

I had done a few lazy laps and was content just floating around when Kelly came over to the edge of the pool.

“Look who decided to come out.” She pointed at Judy and Manu who were walking over from the hotel. “I figured they would be nice, but hot damn.”

It was obvious what she was referring to. As much as we liked to joke about Judy's breasts, neither of us had ever seen her naked. But now that I have, I can tell you her body is absolutely fantastic. Judy is a curvy lady, with tan skin and long dark hair. It flowed behind her as she walked, and her hips swayed from side to side with every step. Her areolas were notably large, fitting well with her large round breasts, and she sported a neatly trimmed strip of hair between her legs. I looked over at Manu.

“He ain't bad either.”

“I know, right?” Kelly grinned. I may be a straight man, but when I say Manu is a handsome guy, I mean it. His body was slim, kind of like mine, but with more visibly toned muscles. His skin was tan just like Judy's, and the sun block even made it glisten a bit. Normally Manu ties his hair in a ponytail, but that day he let it hang free. His face was framed by a short, closely cropped beard, while his chest and crotch were shaved blank. And while I was not going to whip out a ruler on him, I could tell he was more well-endowed than the average man. As him and his sister got closer, I became immediately aware that Kelly and I had been eyeballing them for at least a minute straight.

"You know, we shouldn't stare at them like that," I said.

"But we want to."

“True,” I admitted.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Manu asked when they got to where we were sitting. We immediately knew what he meant.

“So good,” I replied. There is just something liberating about swimming naked. There is nothing between the water and you, and when you get out to air-dry, there is no soggy swimsuit sticking to your skin. Behind us, our parents got out of the water.

"We're gonna head back upstairs," Dad announced. "We had enough sun, time to hang back with Alvo and Luz."

"Alright, see ya."

"Hang on a minute, I got an idea," Judy piped up. "Manu and I want to spend most of our time with Kyle and Kelly anyway, so maybe we could bunk with them and you share the other room with our parents?"

"Yeah, I like that idea," Kelly said.

Dad scratched his beard and looked at Mom. She gave a smile and shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

"After lunch, how about it?" Dad asked. We all nodded, and it was agreed.

As our parents left, Judy briefly looked after them with a huge smile on her face.

"What are you looking at, huh?" I prodded.

“Your mama has nice hair.”

“Uh, yeah.” Mom and Kelly both have wavy, dark red hair. While Kelly kept hers on the short side, Mom's was very long, reaching half way down her back. But I had a feeling that Judy was not just checking out our mom's hair. You see, Mom basically looks like a slightly shorter, older version of Kelly. From our vantage point, one couldn't really tell that she was actually forty-five. I decided to keep my theory to myself, though. I was here to spend time with my sister and best friends, I did not want to inquire if Judy had a secret girl-crush on my mother.

We spent at least two hours playfully wrestling in the water and checking out what else the pool area had to offer. And there was a lot: hot tubs, another pool with cliffsides and a small island, artificial rivers and waterfalls, and a surprising amount of pseudo-Greco-Roman statues. I regretted not bringing my camera. Those goofy-ass satchel packs were looking less and less goofy by the hour.


When we had expended our excess energy, we made our way back to the hotel. Kelly and I headed to our room, to pack our stuff and move in with Judy and Manu. We found our parents sitting on the balcony with Alvo and Luz, shooting the breeze over some take-out. To our surprise, our bags were nowhere to be found.

"We went ahead and moved your things over to the other room," Luz explained, when she noticed us rummaging around in growing confusion.

"Uh...thanks," Kelly responded. Pointing at the food, she added "Where did you get that?"

"At Rafael's, down by the park," Luz' tone made it sound as if Kelly had just asked whether the sky was blue. She pointed her fork at her meal. "This is their bandera, and you need to try it, because it is the tits."

"This place has a park?" I asked. I was going to have to go out of my way to find things this resort did not have.

“Not the resort, no,” Dad answered. "When you get to your room, look out the window. You'll see a big grove of palm trees, and behind those, you'll see a town. That town is called Cigua. That's where Rafael's is."

“And you went out there to get lunch, just to bring it all the way back here?” Kelly was asking the hard questions.

“No, we had it delivered,” Alvo explained. “I'm on vacation, I am not going to put on clothes again until I legally have to.”

When we entered our new room, we found it to be a perfectly mirrored version of the one we had shared with our parents. I found my belonging nicely stacked on the bed closer to the door, and next to it, Judy's disarray of bags, clothes and electronics. Looked like I would be sharing with her. Kelly's suitcase and backpack sat next to Manu's bed, over by the window. I stepped onto the balcony to see that town Dad was talking about. And just like he said, beyond the palm trees, I could make out the tops of buildings. To the right, I could see the beach, and it curved past the palm trees that I could make out what looked like a small marina.

“So that is Cigua over there?” I asked into the room. Manu answered.

“Yep. You wanna go there?”

“Sure, but how do you get there?”

“Put on some clothes, I'll call us a taxi. I'm getting hungry too.”

Our first trip to Cigua does not warrant going into detail. There is one thing I want you to take away from this, however: if you just arrived in a foreign country and you are waiting standing the airport looking for a taxi, DO NOT go for the first one you find. If there is a whole gaggle-fuck of identical-looking cabs, be wary. Those tend to belong to companies looking to make money off tourists like you. The locals call them “pirate cabs” or something along those lines, because they will rob you blind. Do your research ahead of time and find a taxi provider who understands your language and charges a reasonable price. If it hadn't been for Manu, we would have either gotten into one of those taxis sitting right outside the main gate and paid four times the normal price, or we would not have understood the driver of the affordable taxi, and vice versa.

Manu made sure to communicate to our driver what we were looking for in Cigua, and he dropped us off at the right spot. Imagine a park the size of a baseball field. From home plate to first base, it is lined with hole-in-the-wall street food vendors, food trucks and ice cream parlors. Clearly, this was a place where tourism happens.

We found Rafael's and ordered their pollo al carbon. I didn't write it down then, but I think it came around to about $25, for the four of us. I do however remember the guy who worked at the ice cream place we went to afterwards, because Judy talked to him for what seemed like an eternity while the rest of us already sitting in the grass across the road, eating our ice cream. When I asked her what they had talked about, she answered that she had asked him about good spots to party in the area. When I asked if that would include any venues for metal shows, she denied, and my interest waned.



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When we got back to our room, I noticed two birds had landed on the banister of the balcony. They were almost entirely green, except for the bright yellow stripe running down the edge of each wing. They didn't seem to pay us any mind, instead focusing their attention of grooming their feathers with their beaks.

“Looks like we got visitors.” As soon as I pointed my finger at them, one of the birds paused its grooming and peeked over its raised wing to look at me with one black eye, as if to ask why I was addressing it personally.

"Would you look at that.” Judy went out to the balcony and knelt down no six feet away from the birds. They didn't move. “Manu, remember our green little buddies from last year?”

"Mh-hm," Manu responded, then turned to me to explain. "Two years ago, our parents and yours stayed in a room like this one here. Because of some last-minute changes, Judy and I were put in a room over in the Bajacu."

"Fifth floor, no elevator," Judy commented. "Good times."

"Yeah, but the view was awesome." Manu went on: "You see, there was a sun deck right upstairs from our room, so of course we were up there all the time. And every day, without exception, two of those green birds would be up there with us, just hanging out and catching sun."

"They're cute, but sometimes I got the feeling they followed us around, those little creepers. Yes, you!" Judy added, when one of the birds looked up at her.

"Anyone care for some music?" Kelly called out to us.

"Hell yeah! What you got? I am feeling some Pentagram." Judy went inside and crouched down next to Kelly, who had connected her phone to the speakers by the TV. I turned back to observing the scenery, and from there, my eyes wandered back to the two green birds on our banister. I decided I wanted to take some pictures of them, so I joined the girls in our room, leaving only Manu outside on the balcony.

I had barely dug my camera out of my backpack when my phone gave off a familiar buzz. I had a reminder, but for what? I let the camera be and looked at my phone. The notification read "GOOGLE INDULGENCE RESORTS".

"Oh, right..." I thought to myself. I wanted to let the phone be for the moment and take some pictures of the birds, but that opportunity evaporated when Judy found a song she liked. The birds were obviously not fans of Pentagram because they took off in a hurry. With nothing left to do, I addressed Judy, who was already getting her groove on.

"Does this place have WiFi?"

"Of course. Password should be in here." Judy picked up a pamphlet from the TV stand. Instead of tossing it over to me, she came strutting over to where I was seated on the bed, whipping her hair left and right to the rhythm of the music. Her breasts bobbed up and down with every step, and in a brief lapse of self-control, I stared at them dead-on. When I remembered to look at her face, our eyes met, and I could tell she knew. But she didn't seem to mind; on the contrary, she pressed them together a bit with her arms when she bent down to hand me the pamphlet, complete with a little wink. I smiled and mouthed "thanks" before turning my attention back to my phone. The WiFi connected quickly, and soon I was googling what this Indulgence thing was Dad had talked about. The word itself didn't net any conclusive results, mostly dictionary definitions and a whole lot of food blogs. So I added the number 2 at the end, and boy oh boy, did that make a difference.

The top two results were pretty standard. The first was a company website for Indulgence II. They advertised themselves as a clothing-optional resort for adults and listed all the cool stuff you could do there. The second one was a Wikipedia article. Their information was pretty sparse. It mostly covered the history of the place, and that there never was an Indulgence I, because fuck logic. While it did mention Feronia Resort, they didn't have their own article. But further down the list, that is where things got good. Let me pull up some of my favorites for you, why not?

“Make your holiday sex fantasies come true at these 5 hotels,” or:

“12 best nakation spots around the world,” Fuck you, that's not a word! Also:

“Adults-only getaways where you can let it all hang out,” or:

“Our favorite swinger resorts - #1 will blow you away!” Wow, such innuendo. And my favorite:

“Bring your friends, but leave your swim suit at home!”

You get the point. Indulgence II is a resort where couples go to hang out naked and get their freak on with other couples. I didn't read through all of those lists, but from the ones I did look at, I could gather that Indulgence II was a big name in the “lifestyle”, as they often referred to the swinger community. And do you know who else popped up in virtually every one of those listings?

Feronia Resort.

Unlike Wikipedia, all of these websites had links to their own articles about Feronia. They usually sported some sort of review of this place, most of which were overwhelmingly positive, though I was a bit disappointed when the list “Our favorite swinger resorts - #1 will blow you away!” only put Feronia at number two. Guess I was not going to be blown away this week. They listed all the great features and activities this resort had to offer, and they were indeed plentiful, so I will not list them all here. The biggest attractions were undoubtedly the beach, the many pools, and the tropical gardens distributed across the resorts' expansive grounds. All of this sounded family friendly to me, so I didn't understand why this place was for adults only. Until I came across their fourth biggest attraction: “designated play areas”. Sounds like something you find at the mall, the place where kids can run around and release some pent-up energy so their parents get to sit down for a few minutes. Instead they were described as more or less secluded spots where couples can have sex in the outdoors, be it with their partner or complete strangers. Playgrounds for swingers, basically.

I closed the web browser and summarized my thoughts. This was a swinger resort. Mom and Dad had been here before, multiple times, with Alvo and Luz. We hadn't seen nor heard from them for the longest time this morning. And they had seemed more than happy to help rearrange the rooms. In my mind, gears were clicking in place.

As with many things before, my first instinct was to tell my sister about my findings. So I got off the bed to go look for her. The only one in the room with me was Judy, and she pointed me to the balcony.

"Out on the deck, with Manu."

I popped my head outside and spotted the two snuggled up together, sharing a deck chair. Kelly was laying on her side, one leg draped over Manu's, gently running her fingers through his hair. Manu simply lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying her caresses. I didn't want to disturb them, but I had to tell my sister what I had found out.

"Kelly?" I asked. "Can you come over here? I wanna show you something, just for a minute."

I knew perfectly well that this was not going to take "just a minute". And I was right. At first Kelly thought I was pulling her leg, but when I showed her the articles as evidence, her reaction was exactly the same as mine. When she was done reading, she looked up at me.

"I'm gonna go ask Mom and Dad if they know about this. Or how much." She had already grabbed her phone and key card off the nightstand when I asked her to reconsider: did she really want to just walk in there? She put the card back and got on her phone to call Dad. The ensuing conversation was awkward to witness.

"Dad? Yeah, it's Kelly. Um...we need to talk about something.”

Silence.

“Kyle and I read up on Feronia. Yes, like just now."

Silence.

"No, not that, I mean the fucking...yeah that part."

Silence.

"No, I'm not mad...It's just...a little warning..."

After she hung up, Kelly sat down on the bed, buried her face in her palm, and let out a nervous laugh.

"So, uh..." I spoke up to ask, but Kelly was faster.

"Oh yeah, they knew."

"So why didn't they tell us?"

"I guess we had several years to ask about it," Kelly responded. "We never asked, and they never thought about it much. And, remember the terms and conditions? The ones on Dad's tablet, way back in January?"

"Oh, I never read that shit," I admitted.

"Exactly, me neither. Now, just guess what it was about."

We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“And did they say if they take part in 'the lifestyle'?” I asked, making little air quotes with my fingers. I love euphemisms.

“He didn't say, but why would they come here...?”

“Oh yeah they do,” Judy interrupted her. Throughout our conversation, she sat by quietly on the other bed, and I had completely forgotten that she was still in the room.

“You knew this too?” Kelly cried out.

“Time out, I have an idea,” Manu interrupted. He had gotten up from his deck chair and joined us inside. “How about you two talk this over with your parents, over supper or something. Then, if you want, we can all go for a walk on the beach and Judy and I tell you about our experience with this place.”


We followed Manu's advice. I imagined our talk with our parents to be a heated argument full of righteous indignation, but when the four of us actually met up for supper, we didn't talk much at all. After ordering our food, we sat in awkward silence for several minutes before Kelly brought up the courage to ask them:

“Why didn't you tell us about this?”

“We were going to,” Dad responded. “Now that Kyle is eighteen, we wanted to sit both of you down and talk to you about it. Our original plan was to come here by ourselves to spend time with Alvo and Luz. We were surprised when you wanted to come with us, but we still thought we could use this opportunity to tell you about our relationship with them.”

“But then we didn't know how to bring it up,” Mom went on. “Jonah and I were scared you would freak out and think of us as perverts.”

“I don't think you're perverts,” I said quietly. “How long have you been doing this?”

“We first played in 2005. When we went to New Orleans.”

I remembered that trip. I was ten back then. Now I knew what Mom and Dad got up to that night they left us alone in the hotel room and didn't come back until after we had both fallen asleep. Kelly and I did not mind being alone all night. In fact, we were glad we didn't have to go anywhere and could just stay up and watch TV instead.

“So, how did you get into this in the first place?” Kelly asked.

“That was on me. I was the driving force in the beginning,” Dad answered. “You see, ever since y'all were seven or eight, I kept having this gnawing feeling that I was getting old and I had missed out. You see, back when we started dating, your mom and I used to be young and wild and free and shit. But suddenly we were in our thirties with two kids and I was somehow convinced that all the kinky stuff I still wanted to do with Rhea was never going to happen because of this.”

“He didn't know, but I started feeling the same,” Mom added, stroking Dad's back. “Like I was becoming this bland suburban mom I never wanted to be. Please go on, honey.”

Dad continued:

“So I had these fantasies about group sex, something I always wanted to try. I looked at that kinda stuff on porn sites a lot, but I kept it hidden, because I was afraid your mom would be hurt if she found out. Then, one day, I had an epiphany. Rhea and I were sitting on the porch one day, watching you kids play in the back yard. I realized that moment that this was the life I wanted and would never do anything to destroy it. I knew that I would never cheat on my wife, that I would be honest to her in all things and at all times. That meant I had to man the fuck up and talk to her about what I had been hiding inside all those years.”

“How did that go?” I asked. By this point, Kelly and I were fully invested in this conversation.

“Kinda awkward,. I mean, look at us right now!” Dad laughed briefly, but then he went back to being serious. “Yeah, it was hard at first. But when I showed her some of the swinger pictures and videos I watched on the internet, she said she liked some of them. And then she blew me away when she said she knew someone we could try that with.”

“I immediately thought of Luz,” Mom explained. “We have been friends forever and she used to tell me about these couples meet-ups she would go to with her husband. And I don't remember if she used the word 'swingers', but she was not subtle about it at all. I never consciously thought about what that means and just laughed it off. Until we arranged a date with them.”

“And now it's just you and them, or are there other couples?” Kelly wanted to know.

“There used to be,” Mom answered. “We had our wild phase for a few years, when we would meet and play with as many new couples as we could find. It was exciting, like being in college again.”

“Where did you find all those other people?” I asked.

“Online,” Dad answered. “Nowadays, if you can think of a kink, there is a dating site for it.”

“Why did you stop?”

“Too many fake people.” Dad explained briefly.

“Yeah, we grew tired of it.” Mom sighed. “A lot of the couples we met online were perfectly normal people, and there were some real sweet ones we would go back to once or twice. But we were hellbent on expanding our horizons, so we kept looking for new people. Most of them just thought we were hot and only wanted to fuck, and that's fine. But then there were those who only wanted one of us for a threesome, but we don't do those.”

“We got a lot of messages from thirsty guys.” Dad's brow furrowed as he spoke. “Yeah, me and my wife totally have an open relationship, I'm not just saying that to cheat on her. Lying sacks of shit.”

“Alvo and Luz were the only ones we would date consistently,” Mom continued. “And it was never just about sex with them. Sometimes, we'd hang out with them and never even get naked, and when we did have sex, it never felt like they only saw us as fuck buddies. They invited us into their relationship. It was weird at first, but now they're not just our favorite lovers but also our best friends.”

Kelly didn't have anything else to say, instead diverting her attention back to her food. I sat still, staring off into the distance for several minutes until I managed to figure out what I wanted to say.

“So you do this because you love Alvo and Luz and it makes you happy?”

“Yes,” Dad responded.

“I want you to be happy,” I said. Kelly nodded in agreement.

“We just wanted to know,” she added.

Mom and Dad just smiled.


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The sun hung low over the ocean when we met up with Judy and Manu at the beach. When we found a good spot to sit down, Manu surprised us by offering me and Kelly each a cold beer.

“Where did you get that?”

“Cigua. The drinking age in this country is eighteen.”

“We don't drink. Thanks anyway.”

“All right, what do you want to know?” Judy asked as she uncapped her bottle. I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“Do you do this too?”

“Nope. Manu and I wouldn't qualify as swingers, because neither of us are married.” She was missing the point, so I explained:

“I mean, did you hook up with other people when you first came here?”

“The first time we came here, we barely dared to go outside for the first two days or so. We thought we would be walking in on people left an right.” Manu laughed. “We knew this place caters to swingers, so we believed that that is all it's about.”

“What else is this place about, then?” Kelly asked.

“It's a nudist resort.” Judy shrugged. “We don't know who here is a swinger, and who is just a nudist, but I guess the nudists are the majority. There are only two or three places where you can have sex outside, everything else is just to hang out naked.”

“And you knew that your parents swing with ours?”

“Oh yeah. They told us when we were like fourteen,” Manu said. “I am legitimately surprised Jonah and Rhea didn't tell you about it earlier.”

“Did you ever walk in on them?” Kelly wanted to know.

“No, they are very good about giving us little heads up.” Judy took a long swig of beer. “When your parents come by to play, they all go to the upstairs bed room. I think Manu caught them once making out with each other.”

“It was adorable.” Manu laughed. “Like a bunch of teenagers stuck in the bodies of forty-something-year-olds.”

Around us, the shadows of the palm trees were growing longer and longer. Judy and Manu finished their beers and we took some pictures together before we left. I love those pictures, and I am looking at them right now. My favorite has to be the one for which I stacked two recliners on top of each other to use as a makeshift tripod.


Back at our room, we all took a shower and went to bed. I was the last one to shower, so by the time I got out of the bathroom, everything was dark and the others were asleep. I sat outside on the balcony for a few minutes, just looking down at the world before me. Just below lay the market, its lights making the dark expanse of untouched nature around look even darker, and even more vast. I could smell the heat and humidity around me. Even over the music and voices down below I could hear insects chirping, and somewhere behind me, the waves crashed into the beach in a rhythmic murmur.

Once back inside, I tip-toed past Kelly and Manu as quietly as possible. They were rolled up each in their own covers, but in the dark I could make out Kelly's slender arm draped across his chest, her hand resting against his cheek like she was about to pull him in and kiss him. On our bed, Judy lay on her side, away from the window, her long dark hair pooled around her head. I lay down next to her, my head propped up on one arm, and admired her curvy outlines. She had wrapped her covers around her upper body, leaving her legs and hips exposed. I reached out and rested my hand on her knee, then slowly moved upward, my fingertips tracing the outline of her thigh. Her skin was wonderfully soft, and warm to the touch. I could feel my dick growing larger, rising from its flaccid state as if to look up at this beautiful naked woman before me.

When my hand reached her hip, she rolled onto her back, exposing her pussy. I froze. What was I doing? Judy was asleep, I had no business feeling her up. I carefully retracted my hand and rolled over to cover myself up. I laid there, trying my best to fall sleep, but it just wouldn't happen and I knew it. With every breath, I was drawing Judy's feminine scent into my nostrils, and my hard dick still rested on my stomach, pulsating gently, demanding attention. I uncovered myself and gave it a few slow strokes. Next to me, Judy sighed in her sleep. This was not going to work. I stood up and walked toward the bathroom, my erection pointing forward as if it was leading the way. Just as I opened the bathroom door, I felt somebody grab me by the hand.

“Where you going?” It was Judy.

“I just gotta go to the bathroom.” I tried to keep my back turned on her, so as to hide my massive hard-on.

“I know what you're doing.” She gave me a mischievous smile. “Can I join?”

For a split-second, I was dumbstruck, staring at her like a deer caught in the headlights.. A feeling of guilt over being caught washed over me. But it was quickly replaced when her last three words sank in. I vividly imagined the feeling of Judy's naked body grinding against mine, the heat building between us as I pulled her close. I pictured her mouth wide open with ecstasy, wondered what her moans sounded like.

“Sure,” I said quietly. She shot me a big smile and almost pulled me into the bathroom. Once she flicked the light on, she made a beeline for the cabinet by the window.

“Take these.” She handed me two towels, grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and headed to the sliding door.

“Where are you going?” I wanted to know.

“We're going on the balcony.”

“But people can see us out there!”

“Maybe,” Judy said with a mischievous grin. “If they do, we might as well give them a show to remember.”

I was not going to argue with that. As quickly and quietly as we could, we arranged the two recliners on the balcony to face each other and put our towels down. Judy laid down on the one closer to the banister.

“Hold out your hand.” I did like she said and she poured something out of the bottle from the cabinet into my palm. It turned out to be scented massage oil. While I put my hand to my face to smell it, Judy spread her legs and poured a small amount directly onto her mound. I watched in amazement as it slowly flowed down toward her pussy, her pubes acting like a wick, and parted to run down the creases between her lips. She caught a drop with her fingertips and brought them up to draw slow, small circles around her clit. I followed suit, generously applying the massage oil from my palm to the tip of my dick. Until then, I had never used any kind of oil to jerk off, so the sensation was new to me. I liked it a lot.

“I thought you were going to make a move back there,” she said between two breathy sighs. “Was kinda disappointed when you didn't.”

“You were awake for that?”

“Yeah, I was looking at you the whole time.” She slid a finger into her pussy. “I was about to tell you to keep going, but then you got up.”

We stopped talking, content with watching one another. I was mesmerized by the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, her labia enveloping them as if in a very tight embrace. With her left hand, she played with her breasts, massaging them, gently pulling at her nipples with pointed fingers. Everything was silent, except for the wet sounds of Judy fingering herself and my hand going up and down my hard shaft. A loud moan from Judy made me stop.

“Careful. Don't wake them up,” I cautioned her, referring to Kelly and Manu.

“Sorry.” She giggled.

We went back to stroking ourselves. I tightened my grip on myself to intensify the sensation. With every stroke, I could distinctly feel my glans thrust out between my curled fingers. My eyes were firmly glued to Judy's body, following the outlines of her feminine curves, taking in every crease in her skin, every strand of hair on her head. In the warm light coming from the bathroom, I could see her pussy glistening as the massage oil on her fingers mixed with her natural fluids. She kept her lips pressed shut so no tell-tale moans would escape her and wake up either of our respective siblings inside, but I could clearly hear her breathing as it was going quicker now. Her voluptuous breasts rose and fell in sync, only to lay still when she let out a deep, drawn-out “Mmmmhhhh.” That sent me over the edge, and I erupted into a quiet, but powerful orgasm. Three or four ropes of cum shot out of my dick, landing on my leg and stomach. When I looked up at her, I saw Judy was watching me, her eyes locked on my dick. She opened her mouth to let out a quiet “Fuck yeah” followed by a sigh.

I gave myself some time to enjoy the afterglow, the mix of feeling both spent and satisfied, before I got up and cleaned myself off with my towel. Once was no longer covered in massage oil and cum, I tossed the towel back in my chair and got on my hands and knees to observe Judy. I inched closer to her and began to massage the inside of her thigh, which she acknowledged with an approving moan. I watched intently as she parted her labia with two dripping wet fingers and rolled her clit between her fingertips. With her other hand, she reached out for my chin and gently lifted it up until our eyes met. She opened her mouth and curled her tongue in what I can only describe as a “come hither” motion. I obliged and slid my tongue into her mouth. Our lips locked as she pulled me in, releasing her grip only to run the tips of her fingers over my dick.

“Still hard,” she observed.

“How could I not?” I responded with a smile.

She let out a little giggle and leaned back in her chair. With one hand still on my dick, she crossed her legs, trapping her other hand between her thighs. She began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy against her fingers. Her pelvic thrusts got quicker and quicker until she arched her back and opened her mouth to let out a series of sighs, each one slightly louder and longer than the last. I remembered that we were not alone, so I pulled her into myself and covered her lips with mine. She let out a final moan, a deep elongated sound that seemed to reverberate in my head.

I released Judy from my hold and began to kiss her neck and caress her hair. Her breathing normalized, and I could feel little muscle spasms going through her body as her orgasm ebbed off. Her hand let go of my dick and began to return my caresses as she rubbed my back and planted small, wet kisses on my cheek and earlobe.

“Do you think anybody saw us?” she whispered in my ear.

“I don't care. If they did, good for them.”

“Same.” She laughed. “Alright, let me get cleaned off so we can go to bed.”

We untangled ourselves from our embrace and Judy got up to wipe herself off with her towel, which by this point was already covered in spots of oil and vaginal fluids. After we had made sure that the chairs were back in their spots and the towels were stowed away in the laundry basked, we tip-toed back into our room and curled up in bed together. Usually I shift around and readjust myself before I manage to fall asleep. That night my head had barely hit the pillow when the exhaustion from the day's (and night's) activities crept up on me, wrapping me in a warm feeling of contentment. I drifted off into some of the best sleep I have ever had.


Sten's Notes:

The romance novel Kelly finds at the bookstore is meant to be a jab at knockoffs of the Twilight and Fifty Shades series.
Los Citrinos are named after the gemstone citrine.
For that tour of the hotel room, I almost depleted my stock of synonyms for "big".
Reruns of Johnny Bravo aired on Cartoon Network from 2012 to 2014, on their Cartoon Planet block.
La Bandera (Spanish "The Flag") is a Dominican dish consisting of rice, beans, and meat.
The green birds Kyle points out are white-winged parakeets, a species native to the Amazon. It would be rare for them to be seen as far north as the Dominican Republic, but not unheard of.
Pentagram are a heavy metal/ doom metal band from Virginia.
No, I did not invent the word "nakation". Yes, you can find lists of “nakation” spots on Google.
Jonah's epiphany that he would never cheat on his wife was inspired by stand-up comedian Bert Kreischer, who speaks about a similar epiphany he had in his “Russian Mafia” routine. Some of you might know him as “The Machine”.
Kyle and Judy's masturbation scene was originally supposed to happen in the bathroom. Then I figured they would have to either stand up or sit on the tiled floor, neither of which sounds comfortable.