The Island, Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 11

Author’s Note, Part 2: Thanks for all of the support and encouraging comments. Fair warning: some dark and disturbing things will happen on the island, as well as some amazing and beautiful ones. Lots more to come! Chapter 11 Joelle was touching me. At least that’s what my sleep-addled brain was telling me. She was stroking my bare penis with her soft hands. Her voice seemed higher than usual. And why was she whispering? I slowly emerged from erotic dreams of nude cheerleaders and opened my eyes. At first I didn’t recognize my surroundings, until I remembered where I had fallen asleep. Soft hands were indeed stroking my penis, which was hard as a rock. I looked down, still expecting to see Joelle, and was shocked when I met the eyes of the two Chinese twins Ashley and Lily. I was having a little trouble processing the situation. The two precocious 13 year-olds were sitting on either side of me, wearing their matching bikinis, and taking turns fondling my erect cock. I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do. “Good, you’re awake,” Ashley said. “We need you to show us some things.” With their shoulder length black hair cut into identical bobs, and their similar boyish figures with perky little breasts, they were almost impossible to tell apart. I knew from Tae Kwon Do classes that Ashley had a tiny mole on her upper lip, and that was how I knew she was the one talking. Her bathing suit was red, and her sister’s blue, and the little scraps of fabric barely covered their ...

... blossoming young bodies. As I lay there in shock, my mouth hanging open, Lily piped up, “We’re ready to learn about sex and we want you to teach us.” She punctuated her statement by grabbing my balls and rolling them in her small fingers. “Whoa, whoa!” I cried out. “What are you doing? I can’t be naked in front of you, and you can’t be touching me. You’re still kids. I’m a grown man.” I sat up, in a panic, wondering where my clothes were. They were nowhere to be seen, and I wondered if the two little minxes had hidden them. The teenage harlots had a firm grip on my naughty bits, and showed no signs of letting them go. Short of painfully prying them off I had no way to loosen their hold other than talking them off. But they both wore hungry expressions with no trace of remorse, and it looked like they were determined to press their advantage. “That didn’t seem to stop you from touching the girls down in the pond,” Ashley said slyly. Shit! They had seen that. “That was an accident!” I sputtered. “I can’t just set out to molest you two.” I guess the expensive tutoring their parents forced on them included logic, because they were more than a match for me. “Number one,” said Lily, “It was no accident when you were playing with Madison’s booby. We saw the whole thing and asked her about it. She said it felt good.” “And number two, we talked to Mackenzie and she said you were rubbing her vagina on purpose,” Ashley continued. “She said she really liked that, too. So we want you to do ...