Chapter 11
"Hello," Georgia mumbled into the phone, still not fully awake.
"Georgia?" Steve asked, not sure the voice was his sister's.
"Who'd you expect?" Georgia answered through a yawn. "What time is it anyway?"
"Ten-thirty," Steve said apologetically. "I'm sorry I woke you, but I couldn't wait to tell you the good news."
"I bet I know what it is. It's Sunday morning and you've got a hard-on," she offered, sitting up in bed to shake the grog-giness from her head.
"There's nothing new about that," Steve laughed, then continued in an excited voice. "Liz invited me to spend the weekend up at John's island."
"That's nice," Georgia answered dryly, fully awake now.
"Thanks. You sound thrilled to death," Steve said with disappointment in his voice over Georgia's attitude. "You're going, aren't you?"
"I haven't been invited," Georgia answered sarcastically.
"You're kidding. John's been calling you for weeks. Liz even told me he was going out of his mind because you hadn't returned his calls...but that was over a week ago. I figured you must have spoken to him since then."
"I haven't gotten any calls-" Georgia said, objecting, thinking Steve was just making an excuse for John.
"Well, shit!" Steve interrupted. "Have you called home to see if there were any messages?"
"Well-no-"
"Sonofabitch! That explains it. John only has this number and they probably just told him you weren't home."
"Great," Georgia sighed. "Now what?"
"Call him," Steve snapped back. "Tell him you just got the messages."
"Liz says he's going out of his mind, eh?"
"Don't start that playing-hard-to-get shit," Steve said, trying to sound angry, but still too excited over his own good news. "Call him, Georgia. And then call me back, okay?"
"Okay," she sighed with an air of reluctance. But inside she was jumping with excitement herself.
She had to have a cup of coffee before making the call to John. Had to get her thoughts straight too, she decided. And for some reason suddenly there were butterflies fluttering in her stomach, which she couldn't explain-or didn't want to. But she finally made the call, waited-patiently for the girl who answered the phone to get John. It seemed like a long, nerve-wracking pause. Then John's voice came through the receiver.
"Hello, Georgia?" he asked anxiously.
"Yes. I just got your messages."
"It's good to hear your voice," John said, making it unnecessary even to continue the explanation. His happiness came through loud and clear. "When you didn't call-and were 'never home'-well, I thought you just didn't want to see me again."
"I've been staying in the city and never thought of calling the house," Georgia said. "I took it for granted someone would pass on my apartment number to anyone who was trying to reach me."
"That's not important now. When can I see you?"
"Well-"
"You've got to say you'll come up to the island next week," John said in an almost pleading voice. "Your brother is even going to be there. Well have a great time together."
"I guess I'll have to go then," Georgia answered, trying to sound casual, but secretly holding her breath from the excitement churning inside her. Everything seemed to be going so perfectly, that she was afraid of saying the wrong thing. But she didn't. She found herself agreeing to have dinner with John Monday night, and there was a show Wednesday he had tickets for, which he insisted would go to waste if she didn't go with him.
For the first time in years, Georgia found herself bubbling over with enthusiasm. like a schoolgirl going to her first prom, she realized, when the butterflies in her stomach didn't just disappear. What a great feeling it was, she thought to herself, having something to look forward to, having someone exciting to see, and having time slip by so quickly it was breathtaking.
The dates were enjoyable-as all her meetings with John had been. However, she had led herself to believe that their relationship would be different now. John was obviously-admittedly-infatuated with her. She therefore reasoned that his approach would change; that he had wrapped himself, willingly, around her little finger, and now her wish should certainly be his command. But it wasn't! John was more attentive, more charming, and far more open about his feelings toward her. Still, at the end of the evening he saw her home, kissed her passionately at the door to her apartment and left Left her standing there dizzy with anxiety and desire. He refused her invitations even to come in for a drink. He must have known that she wanted him, she told herself. Desperately wanted him, in fact Because all she thought about was his big cock and how it would feel in that longing cove, and she didn't hide her feelings during the time they were together.
Georgia also discovered that she was spending more and more time thinking about the island. Her thoughts about the place had mellowed, she found, and she was actually intrigued by the prospect of returning. The events of her last visit were no longer unpleasant. There was a growing desire to be once again in the midst of all that raw sex. To be able to glance around and see naked girls fucking in every manner and fashion, and watching the enjoyment they were experiencing by the changing expressions of their faces. She wondered if there would be another death-defying act in the swimming pool, or another ritual in the game room.
From the moment Steve picked her up at the apartment for the drive out to the harbor, Georgia felt a difference in the atmosphere. It was as though she had arrived at the start of a big party. Steve's enthusiasm and excitement were contagious. It made a world of difference in the flight up to the island too; there were no doubts, regrets or misplaced jealousies this time. Even Liz appeared excited about the trip she had made so many times before. She and Steve carried on like two lovesick kids.
Georgia soon discovered a whole new form of entertainment in just watching her brother's face, which his excitement reflected as incredulous, wide eyes took in the scene when they entered the house. All the sophistication he had learned as a result of being a spoiled, rich-kid, his cosmopolitan air, all disappeared and he looked like a little boy finding himself alone in a big candy store. He didn't know where to look first. His eyes danced wildly over the pretty girls in togas, almost drooling at the mouth when they started flashing bare asses in his direction. It seemed as though the girls were just as thrilled with Steve's presence. It took a nudge from Liz to bring him back to earth.
After a brief chat in the entrance hall, Georgia and Steve were led to their rooms. This time Liz took them to Steve's room and just advised Georgia that she had the same room as the last time, which was next to Steve's, with a joining door. Taking the cue, Georgia left the pair and went to her room-into the arms of the twins.
"We missed you," they said, greeting her, kissing and hugging Georgia as though it was Christmas.
"I missed you too," Georgia sang back at them. "And I've got a present for you-and a surprise."
"Where, where?" they shouted excitedly.
It had been a difficult task finding a gift for these youngsters. Somehow she couldn't see them getting thrilled over stuffed animals or toys of any kind. The twins weren't just ordinary kids. She finally chose matching gold rings with a small diamond in the center. Adrian was immediately thrilled, but Alexander had to try it on first to see how it looked. Then he walked over to the wall mirror and studied himself, flashing the ring to an imaginary audience. Only after he was pleased with the new touch the ring added to his appearance did he rush back to Georgia to give her a big kiss.
As soon as she was confident that the twins were pleased with their gifts, she began to undress. There wasn't any assistance this time, because the children were still admiring the effect the glittering rings had on their appearance. When they did turn their attention back to her, she was slipping into a terry cloth robe, resigned to the fact that they were too engrossed in their new image to help with a bath.
"You kids are too much," Georgia said with a laugh, just as the door opened and Steve peeked into the room.
"Now for the surprise I told you I had," Georgia said. "I want you to meet my brother."
"Hi," Steve said with a wave of his hand to the staring children. All he was wearing was a towel wrapped around his waist and he wasn't sure if he should enter in the presence of the kids.
"Aren't they adorable?" Georgia chirped. "This is Adrian and this is Alexander."
"Are you twins?" Alexander asked Steven.
"No, we're not," Steve answered. "Georgia is my older sister."
Alexander walked briskly over to shake hands with Steve, using it as an opportunity to see how the ring would look. He was also pleased with Steve's admiring glance at the diamond. Then Adrian joined her brother and gave Steve a kiss.
"Is it okay to come in?" Steve asked, half turning to go back for his robe.
"Sure, come in," Georgia said.
"This place is too much," Steve said, bubbling over with excitement.
"I thought you and Liz would be indisposed," Georgia said with a questioning look.
"No such luck. She told me we'd have to be very discreet while we're up here. John keeps her pretty strict, she says. But I'll be entertained by the other girls, which Liz says is all right as long as it's just to relieve my sex urge. No kissing though."
"Mmmmmmm...sounds interesting," Georgia responded. "I guess I'd better take my shower and start getting ready for cocktails," Georgia sighed, "but you can stay and talk to me if you like."
Alexander followed Georgia into the bathroom and despite Georgia's insistence that she wanted to be alone, he refused to leave. His job was to soap her down and he wasn't going to take "no" for an answer.
Steve stepped into the bathroom with Adrian sitting on his arm, hugging and kissing him affectionately. They watched Georgia shower and dry. Then Steve left the Georgia and the twins and went back to his own room.
The next thing he knew, he was focusing his attention on a pretty blonde. She was about twenty, he figured.
"Hi," she said, smiling at him. "I'm Susan."
"Hi, I'm Steve."
"I know all about you," she said, cutting him short. "I'm here to see that you enjoy your stay."
Steve stared wide-eyed at her as she crossed the room to the bed, slipping out of the toga and seeming to float toward him. His eyes devoured her naked, fully developed body.
"The first thing we have to take care of," she sighed, climbing onto the bed with him, "is that burning sensation between your legs."
"Who sent you here?" Steve gulped, not believing his eyes and ears.
"Mr. Aumontjuer suggested you should have someone to keep you amused," she said in a low, sexy voice. "And Liz chose me for the job."
"Liz!" Steve gasped.
"Of course. She doesn't want you to be lonesome, and it gets terribly cold up here at night." As she spoke, Susan carefully straddled Steve's legs, took his stiff cock in one hand and guided it into the triangle of hair between her legs. "So she felt you might need some body heat to keep you warm. After all, Liz is in love with you."
Steve couldn't do or say anything. He just gulped in amazement as the girl knelt over him and brushed the head of his cock through the soft, fluffy hairs of her sex. Then she placed the tip of it at the lips of her cunt and slowly impaled herself on his stiff spear. He watched her close her eyes as his cock entered the hot, moist cavity, lowering herself gently onto his pulsing, flexing muscle. She would have taken his juices just sitting there rocking back and forth, but he reached up and gently pulled her down to his chest. Their open mouths met and his hands slid over her back, her twitching buttocks and into the crack of her ass.
"Come, baby," she whispered in his ear. "Come in me, Steve, give it to me."
And Steve gave it to her. Instantly. He blew his cum in one uncontrollable blast. Not that he didn't Want to hold off for a while to enjoy the feel of her body, but when she said "come" he couldn't stop it.