Crab island 1 - Sex Stories

Crab island 1

... soon on the road. Four hours driving got them to the port and their baggage on board the cruiser which would take them to the island. Jill and the twins were already on board when they arrived so as soon as everything was stowed they were off. It was a two-hour trip to the island, but the weather was calm, warm - hot, rather - and by six that evening they had had the layout and necessary controls explained and were left to their own devices. "Okay, everyone, listen up," Jack said. "Room allocations. Molly and I will take the first double. Jill, you take the other. Greg and John, take the nearest twin, you girls the other. Everyone okay with that?" Jack laughed. "I say 'twin' but I know how big those beds are!" "It'll do for starters, Dad," Cara said with a meaningful glance at Sarah, for the two girls had had their heads together since they met up on the boat. Sarah giggled. "Right, dump your gear and then come back down and we'll get supper. The island is private, we're the only ones here and I know the girls want to get all-over tans, so clothing is optional. Besides which, it's National Nude Day this week. Any questions?" "National Nude Day?" said Jill. "Whatever next?" "What's for supper?" John said. Jill laughed. "Not quite the answer I expected." "Dump your gear and come and find out," Molly said tartly to her son, picking up her own bag. When the group reassembled some ten minutes later, Cara and Sarah were both totally nude, and blushing slightly from the attention ...

... of each other's b*****r, Jack was wearing loose shorts, as was Molly, her breasts uncovered and the cause of furtive - and not so furtive - looks from the boys. Jill came down wearing shorts and a bikini top, but after sitting quietly for a while, reached behind and unhooked her bikini top, casting it aside, Greg and John taking quick appraising looks while trying not to stare. Greg and John wore shorts, but after a whispered conversation with the girls, took them off, each revealing a semi-erect prick and a flush which threatened to cover their whole bodies. "How did you manage to get them naked?" Molly asked Cara. "We told them 'no sex unless you strip'," Cara said, grinning at her mother. "Ah. Sex. John's mine first, sweetie." "I know, Mom, that's okay, I can wait. Daddy had better watch out, though." "You'll have to wait there, too, I'm afraid. Your Aunt Jill let me persuade her that it would be a good idea to fuck her b*****r and scratch the 'no sex for two years' itch she's been pretending she didn't have." Cara laughed and shrugged, a pretty pout on her face. "I guess Greg just got lucky. Me and Sarah." Molly laughed. "Lucky Greg, indeed. Don't kill him, honey, we might need him later." Supper was an animated occasion as the seven of them sat down to a chicken salad, chosen because of its simplicity in preparation, accompanied by a jug of white-wine spritzers. Jack enjoyed having four pairs of female breasts on show for his admiration and found it hard to keep his eyes ...