Bright summer sun poured happily through the window onto Ariel’s bed. She threw her left arm over her eyes to ward off the glare of light, while her other hand guided the curly brown haired head between her strong thighs. She moaned softly, very close now, because of her brother’s careful ministrations. He’d woken her with delicate kisses and caresses along her knees and thighs.
The wanton teen burrowed further under the covers enjoying her transition to full wakefulness as Eric’s mouth reached her center and delicately sampled her dewy folds. His clever fingers invaded her moistening pussy. Soon his fingers and talented tongue had her at the limit, close to going over the edge. But he held back, preventing her release.
“Don’t stop,” she said. His fingers seemed to wilt and lose strength. He pulled his mouth off her and kissed her smooth thigh. She felt her orgasm fading. “Oh god, Eric. Come on. Please, what are you doing?”
“Mile high club, Sis,” he said. They’d discussed it last night. He wanted to fuck on the plane to Hawaii. To join the mile high club. She’d refused. Why do it if they’d never be able to boast about it? But she wanted release too.
“Ok, fine,” she relented. Immediately he placed his mouth back on her clit and labia. The finger in her center gained confidence, stroking up against that special spot just inside her. Soon she neared the holy land again. “Oh, yeah, keep that up, Bruv,” she said. She squirted a bit as the orgasm finally hit her. Eric gently let her down from her high.
When she calmed down, he raised his head, taking the sheets with him. “You’ll really do it?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said apprehensively. She wasn’t happy about it. On the other hand, she would tell her best friends about it.
Eric rolled off her onto the floor, taking the covers with him. Ariel shivered, naked now in the cool morning air. Her brother stood and announced, “Mom sent me to wake you up.”
“Mission accomplished,” said Ariel, sitting up with a smile.
“We have an hour.” He looked at her nightstand clock. “And that was fifteen minutes ago.” He shrugged sheepishly. Eric was fully dressed, Ariel noted . And the front of his pants looked quite tight.
“That looks painful, Bruv,” she said looking pointedly at his prominent bulge. “Let me help.” She hooked one hand around his belt and pulled him to her. With the other she unzipped his fly. She pulled his erection carefully out and looked up at him.
“Don’t hold back,” she said. “I don’t have time for it.”
Ariel leaned forward and took her brother's nicely sized cock into her wet mouth. She didn’t try anything fancy. Instead she simply concentrated on the head, applying light suction while licking the underside and gently jacking the shaft with her right hand. The siblings moaned together.
Ariel found she loved giving head more each time she did it. Right now she felt particularly relaxed as she performed. She had nothing to do but concentrate on the full feeling of her mouth working around his head. She loved looking up at him and seeing the intense look of pleasure in his eyes. A look she directed and controlled. Ariel was at once submissive and dominant.
“You have... 40 minutes to get ready. Blow your brother some other time.” Ariel’s mother, Sharon, stood arms akimbo in the bedroom doorway. Eric placed a hand on Ariel’s head, preventing her from answering.
“I’m almost there, Mom, relax,” he said.
Sharon harrumphed and walked down the hallway yelling, “You better not make us late, young lady.” Sharon liked to be early everywhere. It was pathological.
Ariel continued sucking as she noticed Eric’s cock swelling. “Oh, here it is,” he said. He pumped volumes into her mouth as she vigorously sucked his head swallowing each burst of his cum. Ariel sucked gently as his cock spasmed out the echoes of the orgasm. She popped it out of her mouth once it was still.
“Mmmm , that was good,” she said.
“You’re getting better.”
“So are you,” she smiled. Ariel looked at the clock. She’d packed her bags the previous night. Now she only needed to take a shower and get dressed. She grabbed her brother’s fading member and said, “Come on, I need two showers.” Eric smiled as he followed where she lead .
Ariel pulled her bags down the stairs thirty-five minutes later. She had a backpack for the flight and a large carry-on sized bag for her clothes. A week of summer outfits took up almost no space.
Sharon stood in the kitchen with a stern look on her face as Ariel entered wearing the same outfit she’d worn on that first shoe shopping adventure.
“What?” Ariel asked, “I got done with time to spare.”
“You’re cutting it close,” said Sharon. Looking her slutty daughter over, she added, “Are you wearing underwear this time?”
Ariel blushed. “Yes! I dressed for comfort.” Well, she’d dressed mostly
for comfort and a just bit for sluttishness. She wore her favorite white pleated skirt, a green tank and her glasses. Ariel found the dry air on planes aggravated her contacts, so she’d stowed them. The tank had enough support so she didn’t have to wear a bra on the plane or through security. The skirt was long enough to cover her thighs when she sat and light enough to ensure her comfort. And she was wearing underwear, mostly because she didn’t want her delicate pussy exposed to airport grime or those pervs at the TSA.
“Those heels don’t look too comfortable,” said Sharon pointing downward.
“I didn’t have room for them in the bag so...” shrugged Ariel. The 4” strappy sandal heels did amazing things for her legs. Ariel was sure to get looks wherever she went. She ’d be put out if she didn’t.
“With them and the glasses you look like a slutty nerd,” said Sharon.
Eric burst through the door before Ariel could retort. “Come on, let's go.” He gave Ariel a once over. “Nice stems, Sis.”
Ariel picked the last muffin up off the kitchen table as she flounced out, pleased with herself. As soon as she was outside Eric called out, “Shotgun!” Ariel rolled her eyes. She had no idea why he cared so much about sitting up front.
A few minutes later, with all the bags stowed the family took off for the airport. The twins, JJ and Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary would meet them in Hawaii. Sharon drove the SUV. Eric rode shotgun while Ariel and Tom sat in the back. Tom lay nearly reclined against the seat and the side of the car with one leg on the seat, trying to get some rest. He’d been up late working on a project before the two week vacation. Ariel nibbled on her muffin and looked him over affectionately. He looked adorably unkempt.
Ariel finished her muffin and washed it down with water from her pack as Sharon pulled out onto the 101. It would be another forty minutes before they arrived at long term parking. Plenty of time to apply makeup. She fished out her cosmetic bag. Working quickly, it only took a few minutes to put on a light layer. A bit of base, eyeliner, mascara and some lipstick. As she rubbed her ruby lips together Ariel looked over at her sleeping father. She had time for other things too.
Ariel placed a hand on the knee Tom rested against the bench seat and waited. Tom cracked his eyes and looked down at her tiny hand and then over at her. Turning her head to face him, she smiled and arched an eyebrow. Tom shrugged. Ariel took this as permission and pushed her hand up to his crotch. She firmly rubbed his thigh and quickly growing bulge. Grateful they weren’t taking the car which had untinted windows, Ariel maneuvered herself in the roomy back seat so her knees were on floormats and she faced her father directly. She leaned forward and unzipped Tom’s fly, fishing out his growing cock. She smiled up at him and leaned forward, taking it into her hungry mouth.
Once again she gave a simple blowjob with suction and tongue work, using only her mouth while her hands supported the awkward position. Tom lay his head back and relaxed, uttering a sigh of contentment. Ariel worked is cock and reveled in the sensations she felt. Once again it was a combination of sensual submission and subversive dominance. She loved the full feeling having his cock in her mouth gave her. She loved looking up to see Tom relaxed and blissful.
“Holy shit, Ariel, you’re such a cock hungry slut,” called Eric. They’d finally noticed.
Sharon looked back in the rearview mirror. “Is she doing what I think she’s doing?”
Eric answered with a nod. Ariel continued as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Just an everyday blowjob. In fact, it almost was. Ariel smiled around Tom’s cock, anticipating all the cocks she’d have at her beck and call this vacation. She still worried about Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary. Distracted, she scraped teeth across the top of Tom’s cock. He winced.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. Then she resumed her efforts trying to remain focused. Tom put hands on either side of her head to guide her. Instinctively she worked her throat muscles as he pushed her further onto his cock. The head popped easily into her throat. Ariel worked the shaft with her tongue. This was getting easier for her too. And she enjoyed it just as much.
Tom fucked her mouth steadily until she felt his cock expand. Knowing what was coming she pushed forward as far as she could. Her father’s cock spurted twice into her throat before she backed off taking the rest in her mouth. Tom shared an intimate moment with Sharon, looking into her eyes through the rear view mirror as he filled Ariel’s mouth. He felt very awake now.
Ariel cleaned up diligently before she sat up. She maneuvered back into her seat and fastened her seat belt. Eric looked back at her, shaking his head. She opened her mouth showing him her father’s deposit. Then she swallowed and smiled winningly at him. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about calling Shotgun.”
Eric groaned and Tom laughed.
The flight to Maui was uneventful. Sharon saw to it that no hanky panky happened between the kids. Eric smartly sat in the back of their rental with Ariel. The minivan didn’t sport tinted windows however, so they refrained from messing around as Sharon drove them to Costco and then to the house.
A client of Sharon’s firm loaned out the house periodically as a form of payment and the office used it as a perk for key employees. Ariel wasn’t sure how her mother rated such a great bonus, but she wasn’t complaining. The house sat on a short bluff overlooking a rocky peninsula which protected a bay on one side from the ocean on the other. There were trails down the bluff onto either semi-private beach.
The architecture was starkly modern, functional and beautiful. Most of the outer walls were glass. Most the glass could be rolled back completely. This blurred the lines between outside and in. With a deep overhanging roof to shade occupants, usually all windows and sliding walls were open so each room has the feeling of being a private cave with a spectacular view. Ariel never felt more at home in nature than she did when she visited this place and slept on a bed inside while a cool breeze brought in the sounds of crashing waves in the distance.
The single floored, two-winged, eight bedroom, ten bath, five thousand square foot house was protected by a gated compound at the end of a cul de sac. The property covered a few acres. A separate garage sat twenty yards from the house. Two low, fat, cloth covered cars could be seen through the glass garage doors. Speculation was, they were Ferraris. But no one knew for sure. The garage was locked and off limits to guests.
As they pulled through the coded gate, the family could see Uncle Joe’s rental car in the driveway. Joe, JJ and Mary arrived on an earlier flight. The twins were due later in the evening. Ariel jumped out of the van as soon as it stopped. She pulled out her gear and ran into the house eager to secure the best room if JJ hadn’t already snaked it.
The house was actually two buildings in an L shape, with the detached garage making a Tee shape. The small wing contained three master bedrooms, a library, an office, and a large living area. It contained the kitchen too, which also connected to the other section of the house by a pair of retractable doors. The long wing contained the remaining smaller bedrooms, another living area, another office and an entertainment area.
The bedroom at the end of the long side was largest in that wing and had 180 degree views, a walk in closet, and an open bathroom. You could take a shower or bath inside the room looking directly at the surrounding area. Last year the parents had taken the master wing and let the kids have run of the long side. Ariel had missed getting the end room but was determined to get it now.
She waved at Uncle Joe as she passed him in the kitchen, heading for the “kiddy” wing. Mary and JJ weren’t in the kitchen. Joe sat on a bar stool drinking red wine. There were two open bottles in front of him. His drunk eyes tracked her long legs and as she skipped down the long hall.
She found JJ in the end room, possessively sitting on the bed with a smug look on his round face. It was the first time she’d seen him since her blindfolded gangbang. Ariel blushed, this could be awkward. JJ didn’t seem fazed at all. In fact his eyes gleamed with mischief.
“Mom needs to book earlier flight’s next year,” said Ariel as she slumped with disappointment. She noted his bag in the corner open and empty. He’d already unpacked.
JJ just smiled. “Yup, you snooze you lose. Of course we could discuss options,” he said, suggestively. Ariel crossed her arms, waiting for it. “We could trade favors. This room for... like ten blowjobs.” What an idiot
, she thought. She’d planned on fucking him anyway. Blowjobs were the least of her plans. But Ariel didn’t like being manipulated. Not by JJ, anyway. She stood a bit straighter. “I was planning on fucking you anyway, just to see if I was right about which of you was which.” She’d been blindfolded the first and only time JJ and her older twin brothers had their way with her. So she was curious.
“Well then, I guess there’s nothing to trade.” JJ waved in the direction of the door.
“No, dumbass. How about this.” She pointed at JJ. “You... don’t get any of this...“ she grabbed her crotch Michael Jackson style, “unless I get to stay here,” she pointed down then swished her finger around in a circle.
“You wouldn’t.” JJ looked at her open mouthed.
“It's my pussy. I get to decide who it fucks. And JJ, I would totally hold out for the whole time for everyone. And I’d tell them why. They’d all evict you to the beach for it.”
“Well,” he shrugged, “with the parents here, nothing would happen anyway.”
“Ha, Mr. Sour Grapes. Last year they stayed out of this section and were drunk by ten most nights. Hell, Uncle Joe is on his second bottle of wine already, it looks like. We could have an orgy here every night and they’d never know.” Ariel looked at JJ sternly . “If you weren’t a stingy dick about it, that is.”
JJ threw up his arms, “Ok, I surrender.” He looked at her, smiling. “How about a blow job before we go to the main house?”
“How about you vacate the premises and we’ll see if you deserve one.” Ariel slid back the floor to ceiling windows to their fully open position as JJ pulled his gear out of the drawers in the closet and ran them to another room. She liked how fast he moved. Sex was a hell of a motivator. The power it gave her was intoxicating.
She threw her bag up on the bed, then removed her top, skirt and glasses. She really wanted a shower to get rid of travel grime. JJ stopped dead, watching her. Ariel reached down to take off her heels, looking back at him. “Finish up, then get your cock over here.” JJ hopped into action, clearing out the last of his stuff and grabbing the his empty luggage. Now only wearing panties, Ariel sat on the end of her bed and waited. When JJ returned he walked directly up to her.
“Nice tits.” What a rube
, thought Ariel.
Ariel pulled on a belt loop, bringing JJ closer to her as she unzipped his shorts with the other hand just like she’d done with her brother in the morning. She fished his hardening cock out and examined it. “Nice cock,” she said as she put her mouth around it. Her third cock of the day, Ariel thought. She sucked lightly and ran her ever more talented tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock. JJ groaned in pleasure.
Ariel wanted to finish him off quickly so she could take that shower. She pulled off him and said, “You can cum on my face.” JJ groaned again. That got him. Within a few minutes of effort he rewarded Ariel with his load. He pumped one into her mouth and as she swallowed it he pulled out and pumped three or four more onto her face. She noted he wasn’t a sprayer. He pushed his cock right against her forehead as he spewed onto her. Then he moved it to her cheeks as he finished off. All in all, she preferred shooters to diblers. When he completed, Ariel cleaned him up and pushed his cock back where it came from. She smiled up at him. “Thanks, for the cum... and the room,” she said.
JJ grunted and left. Ariel took a shower, exhilarating in the exposed feeling of standing naked in a room open to the outside on three sides. After, she dressed for the evening. She put on a black bikini, a white mesh top and a white translucent sarong. She put in her contacts and walked to the main area barefooted.
The adults had converged in the kitchen. Everyone sat around the main island eating cheese and sipping wine. Aunt Mary, the bitch she was, looked over her niece with disdain. Ariel couldn’t help simpering her her aunt’s displeasure. The teen knew her look was provocative. But as long as she played innocent, Mary would have to play nice. It thrilled Ariel.
She noted the adults were now working on their fourth bottle of red. Tom and Sharon were tipsy and happy. Joe was slushy, looking over his niece lecherously. Mary sipped her drink slowly, but Ariel knew by nightfall she too would be drunk. Feeling daring, Ariel grabbed an empty glass and filled it with the rich red Cabernet. She smelled the bouquet and sipped gingerly, looking at Mary, daring her to say anything. Mary’s eyes darted to Sharon and then to Tom who seemed to find nothing wrong. Finally, Mary shrugged and took another sip.
Mark and Jeremy, the twins, arrived shortly before dusk. After they selected rooms, Ariel convinced them to go to the beach with her. The adults were well in their cups by now and haphazardly working on dinner. Uncle Joe had passed out on a couch.
On the beach, Ariel had her way with Mark and Jeremy, orally speaking. She swallowed their loads and then Eric’s and JJ’s again. None of the men seemed to be at all inhibited about putting their cocks in their relative, so Ariel decided to be nonchalant about it too. They walked back to the estate casually, ready for dinner. Ariel wondered what lay ahead for the next two weeks in paradise.
- To be continued.
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