Chapter 8
The twins looked at each other and at their brother Alec as they stood alone by a clump of tropical trees by the edge of the stretch of white sandy beach.
"A fine tour," Robin said, disgusted, "everybody else is busy fucking everybody else."
"Yeah," Polly agreed, "now what are we going to do?"
"Well, don't look at me," Alec said quickly. "I'm bushed."
"That's right," Polly recalled, "he screwed Nina in the airplane toilet on the way down here. Then he came between your legs in the station wagon."
"I suppose," Polly sighed a woman of the world sigh, "that we'll all have to wait for his refractory period to be over."
"His what?" her thirteen-year-old twin asked.
Robin smiled. It was a word she'd learned from her father. "It means," she explained in the tone a teacher might use wish a backward child, "the time it takes after a guy comes for him to get his peter up hard again."
"Will you two brats stop discussing my peter - my pecker, I mean," Alec said, annoyed.
"What's eating him?" Polly wanted to know.
Robin giggled. "Nothing. But he wishes his cousin Carol was eating him instead of Daddy."
"Oh, shut up." Alec said.
The trouble was, it was the truth. He didn't be-grudge his father screwing the sixteen-year-old girl, but he was anxious to try shoving his pecker up her snatch himself. Of course, he was pretty pooped from the journey and having two orgasms. He decided it was better that he make love to the slim blonde later when he'd recuperated more fully.
"I don't know about you two," Alec said, "but I'm going to take a nap."
He chose a shaded spot under a palm tree where the grass was thick and stretched out. The twins took off their shoes and waded around in the cool water for a while, but this bored them.
Robin stared wistfully at her brother Alec and said, "I bet he could get it up if he wanted to."
"I guess he's too tired," Polly put in. "Look, he's asleep already. I'll bet nothing could wake him up."
"Nothing?" Robin smiled mischievously. "I wonder -"
It was Polly's turn to grin. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
"It would be something to pass the time while we're waiting for the others to catch up."
"I'm game."
Stealthily, the two young girls sneaked up on their sleeping brother and sat beside his reclining figure. Robin reached out and tentatively touched the bulge in front of his pants. He stirred, smiled in his sleep.
"He thinks he's dreaming," Polly said.
"His dream is going to get better," Robin promised.
She took hold of the zipper of Alec's fly and eased it down all the way. Then she unbuckled and unsnapped his belt and trousers.
"You're not going to take off his pants, are you?" Polly asked, wide-eyed.
"Of course not, silly," Robin said, "but we have to have room to work, don't we?"
She spread open the flaps of his trousers. Under the tight. jockey shorts, the outline of his peter was readily visible. Robin placed the palm of one hand over it and gently massaged.
Alec muttered, "Ooooh, baby," and his smile got wider.
Polly giggled, but a sharp look from her sister silenced her.
Robin reached into the folds of the jockey shorts and grasped the tip of Alec's peter, which she pulled slowly into sight. The touch of the male flesh made her feel warm and wet between her legs, as it always did. Even Polly stared fascinated as ever at it and licked her lips.
"Let me touch it, Robin," Polly begged.
"In a moment," Robin said.
Robin rolled the long pink peter between the palms of her hands, then bent her head and licked the end of it with the tip of her tongue. Alec groaned and stirred restlessly.
"How come you have all the fun?" Polly pouted.
"Oh, all right," Robin said, annoyed, "you play with it for a while."
She released the peter and sat on her haunches to watch. Eagerly, Polly rubbed her slim fingers over the length of the limp sex organ.
"It is, it is getting stiff!" Polly said excitedly.
"See, what did I tell you?"
There was something about the sight of stiff peters that turned Robin on. Once again the warm wet feeling flowed between her legs, and she couldn't resist putting her fingers under her panties and into her pussy.
Polly, meanwhile, knelt beside her brother, fingering his peter, while her head lowered over his crotch. When she pressed her lips against the flesh, Alec moaned and moved so restlessly she was afraid he was going to wake up. When he didn't, she pressed her lips against the side of his peter once more and kissed it from its tip down to where it stuck out amid sprouting pubic hair from his jockey shorts. Then she stuck her tongue and dragged it up from the base to the top. Alec had not been able to clean off his genitals since he came between Robin's legs in the car, and the smell of the dried-on semen clinging to his peter filled Polly's nostrils and made her feel all the sexier. Her own free hand crept between her legs to massage her pussy right through the thin panties she wore.
"I can't stand it," Robin said, her face flushed, her yoke hoarse. "I've got to sit on him."
"You can't," Polly protested. "His peter isn't stiff enough."
Robin felt it with her fingers and discovered to her dismay that Polly was right. The peter bent flexibly in her hand.
"Maybe," she said, "if I can get it up me, it'll get stiffer. Daddy's does that sometime."
"He'll wake up," Polly said.
"We'll have to take the chance."
"Why do you have to go first?"
"Because I'm the one who thought of it," Robin said self-righteously. "Now let's stop arguing. Move over."
Polly reluctantly moved over. Her sister rose, quickly took off her panties and crouched over Alec's crotch. She lowered herself until her pussy was just barely touching the boy's peter; then she gently moved her body to and fro, letting her moist pussy graze his sex organ temptingly.
Alec moaned again but didn't open his eyes.
"Come on," Robin said impatiently to the peter, "get hard."
Polly shook her head. "He's getting very excited, but his peter isn't hard enough yet."
Furiously now, Robin ground her pussy into her brother's crotch. Alec gasped and opened his eyes but was unable to focus them right away.
Polly, whose eyes were riveted to Alec's genitals, said, "He isn't hard, but I think he's coming anyway."
Robin looked down. Her sister was right. Fluid was dribbling from the opening of her brother's half-stiff penis, flowing over his jockey shorts.
"Hey," Alec said, sitting up and pushing Robin away, "what's going on here?"
"We were just playing," Polly said with a giggle.
Alec groaned as he saw the mess on his shorts. "Now look what you've done." He took a tissue paper from his pocket and dabbed it over the sticky white liquid. He said angrily, "I ought to -"
"You'd better not try anything," Robin warned, "or we'll tell Nina you couldn't get a hard on."
Alec opened his mouth to protest, then snapped it shut. The reason he couldn't get a hard pecker was because he'd already come twice within the space of a few hours and he was very tired. Besides, he'd been sleeping. If he'd been awake -
But there was no point in arguing the point with himself or anyone. His sister Nina teased him enough about his long hair. She seized upon any possibility to irritate him, and he didn't want to give her any.
"All right, all right," he grumbled. He went down to the water to clean up some more.
"Wow, you sure handled him," Polly said with admiration in her voice.
"It just takes know how," Robin said modestly. She tried to appear grown-up and woman of the worldish, but she felt terrible. The ache in her pussy had spread throughout her entire young female body. She said, "I don't know about you, but I've gotta get flicked."
"Yeah," Polly breathed. "My pussy hurts from getting all worked up." She added thoughtfully, "We could masturbate."
"We could, but that's for kids. We're thirteen years old now."
"Maybe Daddy would screw us."
"I'd like to try Uncle Ben," Robin said.
"Yeah, me, too," Polly agreed. "Too bad he's busy screwing Mommy. But maybe tonight."
Robin nodded. "Maybe tonight," she agreed dismally.
A few minutes later, John Robinson appeared, holding hands with the slim blonde girl in the bikini, Carol Hardy. Both were breathless, their faces flushed but very content.
"What happened to Chris?" Carol wanted to know.
"He and Nina went someplace by themselves," Polly said.
"Oh." The young blonde girl's face darkened. She thought, I hope he doesn't get to like big breasts. Then she thought of what her Uncle John had told her when they were screwing around, and she felt reassured.
"Here they come now," Robin said, pointing.
From around a clump of trees came Nina Robinson and Chris Hardy. Nina had a radiant glow on her cheeks, while Chris looked a bit sheepish.
"Hi," he said, "I was just showing Nina a private part of the beach."
Polly giggled. "A private part of his crotch, he means," she muttered, and Robin poked her to be quiet.
But Robin knew very well that this was true. Her eyes darted to the front of her cousin's bathing suit where his peter lay in bold outline, and she felt a familiar ache in her pussy as she thought of Chris's naked sex organ.
"Well," Dr. John Robinson said brightly, "suppose we continue our tour of the island and get back to the hacienda for some lunch? I'm famished."
The seven walked around the island some more, with Chris and Carol showing off their knowledge by pointing out various tropical plants and birds by name. A short time later, they arrived back at the house, where Ben Hardy and Rose Hardy Robinson were sitting on the patio sipping drinks.
John kissed his wife warmly in greeting, and she said, "How was the grand tour?"
"Very stimulating," he told her with a wink. "How'd you make out?"
"Just like old times," she said, smiling.
That evening they cooked steaks on a hibachi on the beach and Carol proved how good she was at making salads, too. The night was warm and comfortable.
"You folks stay here for a moonlight swim if you want to," Ben Hardy said. "I've got some chores to attend to back at the hacienda."
"Anything I can help you with?" John offered.
"Not this trip," Ben told him.
He trotted off across the clearing toward the house.
Robin squirmed restlessly. "What do you suppose Uncle Ben is doing back at the house?"
Polly shrugged. "How should I know? Certainly not screwing anybody. We're all here."
"Unless," Robin said with a catch in her breath, "he sneaks in a girl-or maybe even does it with a dog or a goat."
"Screw somebody not in the family?" Polly said in a shocked tone. "Why, that's promis - promis -"
"Promiscuous," Robin supplied. She hesitated, then made up her mind. "I'm going to see what he's doing."
"But you can't -"
"Sure I can," Robin said, proving it by starting off into the darkness.
"Hey, wait for me," Polly called softly, and darted at her heels.
In a few minutes they were standing before the quiet, darkened hacienda, listening for sounds but unable to hear any. Motioning for silence, Robin led the way across the patio and into the living room. No one.
Polly touched her sister's arm and pointed down a corridor, where a lamp in one of the rooms cast a block of light into the hallway floor. Robin nodded and tiptoed down the corridor until she reached the door. Both twins cautiously peered around the edge of the opening to stare into the lit room. It was a bedroom with a big double bed whose head was up against one wall. The sole occupant of the bed was Uncle Ben Hardy.
He was fully clothed, but his fly was unzipped and his peter was up stiff and in full view of them. Polly could not stifle her gasp at the sight of the big hairy peter swollen with passion. At the sound, the man opened his eyes and smiled at them. "Come on in, girls," he said. "I've been waiting for you."