Chapter 12
"Carol," John Robinson said, squeezing the slim girl's leg under the breakfast table, "you're a marvelous cook."
Everybody, their mouths filled with eggs and tomatoes, could only nod agreement - except for Nina, who sulked and thought, Well, at least I've got bigger breasts!
They were gathered on wooden benches around a large, heavy redwood table on the patio in the shade from the overhanging roof. It was the beginning of a hot day, and the girls had dressed in shorts and halters, which fact also pleased the men.
Ben Hardy was seated between his sister Rose Robinson and her daughter Nina, and as he ate he alternately ran his hands along their naked legs and thighs, between the legs and up to the crotch. It was under cover of the table, but Ben knew that nobody really gave a damn. They were one big happy, sexy family - and anything went, anytime.
Nina gave Chris a disdainful smile and casually - but obviously, for he was watching her closely -moved her hand over to Uncle Ben's lap. Through the cloth of his trousers she rubbed the bulge in his pants and felt the answering quiver of his cock nestled there. From the corner of her eye she noted her father's disapproving glance at her actions. She realized he was not objecting to her intimacy with his brother-in-law in public, but her using this means of revenge against her cousin Chris. A sudden burst of shame filled her. Her Uncle Ben was great in bed. She loved his cock pumping frantically in and out of her hot, juicy cunt, and she wanted him to do it to her again. But damn it, it was Chris she loved!
"Today's Sunday," Ben Hardy said, "and there's a bullfight in the arena if anyone wants to see it."
"You don't mean here on the island?" Rose said.
"No, it's in town." He laughed. "I know it doesn't seem like much of a town, but it does cater to tourists quite a bit. Besides the bull ring, they've got some pretty interesting nightclub shows."
"That's not a bad idea," John Robinson mused. "I haven't seen a bullfight in years. And those nightclubs might be fun later."
"Bullfights - yech!" Robin and Polly chorused, shuddering.
"They're not really bloody," Alec said. "I saw one in Tijuana once. You'll probably love it once you get used to it."
"I don't know," John said. "It might be a bad experience for the girls just now. Especially if they don't really want to see it-"
"We can stay here," Robin suggested, "and go swimming and exploring and things."
"Sure," Polly put in, "we'll be all right until you get back."
"I don't know," their mother said, looking doubtful. "I hate to leave you two all alone here on the island."
Chris said, "I 'II stay here with them. I've seen lots of bullfights and I don't particularly want to go today. I'm bushed. I've had a hard morning." He glanced at Nina when he said that then swiveled his head to smile affectionately at his Aunt Rose. He also obviously put his hand on the woman's leg under the table. Nina hmpfed and turned away.
"I think," John Robinson said slowly, "that's a good idea."
It'll separate our two quarreling lovers, for one thing, he thought, and it'll give me a chance to have a heart to heart talk with Nina.
"It's all settled then," Ben Hardy said exuberantly. "The events start about four-thirty, so if we leave after lunch we'll have plenty of time to drive into town."
"Wonderful," Nina enthused, gripping her uncle's cock under the table and giving Chris a meaningful glance, "I'm sure we'll all have a wonderful time."
Nina ignored the sharp look her father gave her. After breakfast, she deliberately walked away, saying she was going for a stroll, so he wouldn't lecture her on manners. She was just around the bend of a clump of tropical trees when Chris caught up with her.
He said, "What's biting you?"
"Nothing."
"You're angry with me."
"Am I?"
"Listen," he said, running a frustrated hand through his blond crew cut, "what do you expect me to do when your mother crawls into bed with me and grabs my dick?"
She didn't answer him.
"Oh, come on, you're not jealous of your own mother, are you?" he said incredulously.
It sounded silly to her, but she wasn't about to back down now. "I really don't care who you fuck, Mr. Hardy," she told him haughtily.
"Well, I care," he said.
He moved in close to her and pulled her savagely to him, mashing his lips over the startled girl's mouth before she could protest. He pressed the front of his trousers against the front of her shorts, and his hands moved down along the small of her back and cupped her firm buttocks. Despite his recent early-morning activity with the girl's mother, Chris felt his dick start to respond excitedly.
"Let me go, let me go!" Nina squirmed against him, trying to get away. "I don't want you to kiss me I don't want you to do anything to me, Mr. Hardy."
She was lying and she knew it. She could hardly catch her breath as his hands roamed over her ass, massaging the warm flesh under the thin - materialed shorts. His mouth on hers felt very good, and so did the bulge in the front of his pants as he mashed it close to her groin.
One of his hands left her buttocks and moved to caress her breasts, first outside the thin halter, then under the rim to the naked flesh, where her nipples began erecting against his palm.
"Come on," he said, "let's hump and make up." She couldn't help but smile. "Hump? That's a funny word for it."
"Okay then, fuck, screw-anything you want to call it." He groaned. "Come on, Nina, you know how I feel about you, baby."
"How do you feel?" she asked him, excited herself by his closeness.
"I love you," he said.
"And what else?"
"I want to hump you, love you, fuck you, screw you."
His words filled her with a growing desire. She rubbed her haltered breasts against his chest and reached down to massage the bulge in front of his pants.
She said, "Tell me exactly what you'd like to do to me, Chris!"
He muttered hoarsely, "I want to shove my dick up the lovely hairy hole between your legs. I want to kiss your breasts, suck your nipples."
"You want to lick my cunt?" she asked him.
"Yes, oh, yes," he said, trembling.
He was beginning to make thrusting motions with his crotch against her. His eyes were glazed and his breath became gasps. The feel of his stiffening cock turned her on sexually, as did his words concerning what he'd like to do. She loved it when a man said dirty words to her. The sounds of them sent goose pimples running up and down her spine and then back down to explode in her cunt. Her heart hammering in her rib cage, she took hold of his zipper and gently eased it down.
"You can go to the bullfights with us," she said. "I'm sure we'll stay overnight, and you and I can be alone together. Chris - all night, just the two of us, with no interruptions."
She reached in and found his stiffening cock and curled her fingers around its naked, throbbing length.
"Who - who'll stay with the twins?" he asked her, probing her mouth with his tongue.
"Alec can stay."
"But he wants to see the bullfight," Chris protested. He could hardly speak. His cousin's hand on his dick was making his so sexually excited he couldn't stand still. "Besides, he's never humped my sister, and I can tell he's looking forward to it."
"Fuck Carol!" Nina said angrily.
Chris forced a smile to his face. "That's just what he wants to do. And I know Carol is anticipating it, too."
"I don't give a damn about either of them," Nina said, really annoyed now. "I'm talking about us, Chris, you and me, and the fun we can have together."
Chris obviously didn't know what words to use, but he knew he had to say something. He said, "I've got the rest of the family to think about, even if you don't."
A grim look came over Nina's face as she released his cock. "You haven't fucked Robin and Polly yet, have you?"
"What does that mean?" he wanted to know.
"It means I think you're hot for a pair of thirteen-year-old girls who don't have any breasts to speak of," she flared. "You'd rather stay here and fuck the twins than be with me!"
"That's not true."
"If it's not true, then come with us," she said, her voice getting persuasive again, her hand returning to his crotch.
"I -I can't," he said helplessly.
She yanked her hand away from his cock. "If you can't, I'm sure your father can. He's a better lover than you are or ever will be. So go fuck yourself!"
She turned and stamped away. Irritated, Chris flung after her, "I don't have to. I'll have fun while you're gone, don't worry about that."
He turned to find his Uncle John beside him. The older man placed a consoling arm around the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, Chris, she'll get over it," John assured him. "I've been a psychiatrist for a good many years and I still don't understand women most of the time. Tonight I'll stay with her and have a little talk about this."
"I'd appreciate it, sir," Chris said, meaning it.
Chris was aware of an empty feeling in his gut. It was partially physical from having been sexually worked up without following through to orgasm. It was also sorrow for having alienated his cousin Nina, with whom he'd fallen quite in love. But it's not, he told himself, going to stop me from having sex with the twins. Robin and Polly.
Chris had never had two girls at once before. His father had, of course, on the mainland in the whore-houses he frequented. He was also aware that his father and Robin and Polly had gone to bed earlier the previous evening while everybody else was down at the beach, and the older man had had a perfectly contented look on his face afterward.
Later in the day they all put on their bathing suits and frolicked about on the beach and in the water. The gulf was warm and very clear, and swimming through it was very pleasant. Alec couldn't keep his eyes off Carol's slim, bikini-clad figure, and he got a stiff pecker from trying to picture her naked. Several times Carol glanced over to see him watching her, and automatically her eyes went to his crotch where the telltale bulge told her what he was thinking. She responded by blushing, pleased by the attention and by the results of the attention.
She thought Alec was very nice, but that was only natural for she thought his father was an exceptional man as well. She'd never enjoyed more the feel of the older man's prick as he shoved it up her pussy, and she was sure that fifteen-year-old Alec would be nice to screw, too. It bothered her to see the longing looks her brother Chris gave Nina who kept running about on the shore and in the surf probably (so Carol suspected) so her big breasts would keep bouncing. Once the girl's halter came undone, falling into the water, and her naked breasts flopped into full view. Carol's father Ben was nearby at the time and only too happy to assist in putting the halter back into place, making sure he got a lot of feels in along the way.
Okay, she thought, so some men liked to milk cows, that was their business. She had enough in the breast department herself to satisfy any man. Uncle John had told her that, and the way his son Alec was staring at her seemed to verify it. She even managed to swim near Alec as they darted through the clear water close to the body. On impulse Alec grabbed her and planted a kiss on her lips and hugged her close to him. Carol's eyes sparkled, and she reached down and boldly grabbed the fifteen-year-old boy's cock through his bathing trunks and squeeze. Later, when they were in town, there would be more, but for now it made her intentions quite clear to him.
Rose Hardy Robinson came laughing, gasping up onto the shore and fell onto the sand. At her heels was her brother Ben, also laughing, wheezing from the effort- as his legs splashed through the water, his eyes riveted to his sister's churning ass just in front of him. He fell to the sand beside her, quickly grabbed her by her breasts and kissed her passionately.
"You naughty boy," she scolded playfully, "what you must be thinking."
"You know damn well what I'm thinking, Rose," he said with a coarse laugh. "I can hardly keep my hands off you. You've got a lovely ass, tits, snatch - everything. I've got me a stiff cock that won't stop, and I want us to fuck."
"I thought you were hot for my daughter Nina," Rose teased, but it was obvious his words pleased her.
"Of course I am-because she reminds me of you. But you can still teach her a few things about pleasing a man, honey. I want to definitely stay over in town tonight, so you and I can be together."
Rose's face turned serious. "I'd like to, Ben, but do you really think the twins will be all right?"
"Of course they will. Nothing ever happens out here on the island. Besides, Chris will be looking after them. They can fish and swim and go exploring and -" he grinned lasciviously - "have other kinds of fun, and we'll be back first thing in the morning. Just as long as they don't -" He stopped.
"As long as They don't what?"
"Oh, there are some caves on the island that go back pretty deep. The whole place is honeycombed with them. I told Chris not to wander too far into them."
"You mean he could get lost in there?" Rose asked incredulously.
Ben Hardy shrugged. "I don't think so, especially if there are others along. It's like being lost in the woods - you could keep going around in circles and not realize it."
"I wish you'd speak to him about it," Rose said.
"I will, Rose, I promise," her brother said. "I'll tell him not to do any exploring." He added mentally, Except exploring those two young bitches' bodies, of course. Remembering the twins' sexual enthusiasm with him, Ben knew his son Chris was going to have himself one hell of a fucking good time with them. Later, on the boat heading toward the mainland, when Rose asked him if he'd remembered to warn Chris about the caves, Ben Hardy lied and said he had. He rationalized to himself, however, that Chris was going to be too busy fucking two nubile and willing thirteen-year-old girls to probably even get out of the house.