Ian's Adventure Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Ian's Adventure Pt. 06

I lowered the brochure, stared into the room of the expensive honeymoon retreat. The photos sort of matched, if you squinted hard enough.

The promised house on the beach was little more than a ramshackle hut that threatened to fall down in a good gust of wind. Seriously, how old was this place? I looked back to the brochure. Maybe from the sixties, given the bikini the model was wearing.

"The sixties called, they want their house back." Yvonne said, echoing my sentiment as she peered through the now unlocked door.

"Oh come on." Mom said with unconvincing excitement as she surveyed the room. "It's not that bad."

"It's like the start of a horror movie." I muttered as I looked to mom and Lily. "We can go back to the hotel."

"I've never known him to be this cheap." Mom said grimly, gazing at the antique swag lamp hanging in the corner. "Maybe he would do something to me like this, but not Lily."

"There's no way dad could have known." Lily said, running a finger on a shelf. It was clean, but very much out of style. "It looks great in the brochure."

I looked through the window. The dark band of weather on the horizon seemed to be ever closer now. "If we leave now we can still make it before it gets dark."

"No!" Lily said firmly. "I'm not going back. I'm staying. I will not stay under the same roof as that prick or that conniving bitch!"

We exchanged looks.

"I'll start unpacking." I said defeated, headed back to the SUV.

"And that's why you're my ...

... favorite son!" Mom laughed. "Don't forget to clean up your mess!"

"My mess?" I protested.

Yvonne made a shooing sound and waved her hand at me dismissively. "No arguing! Listen to your mother. Now get!"

Mom and Yvonne laughed, and Lily shook her head.

By the time I finished getting the suitcases in and cleaned up the mess Yvonne and I had made, the skies had began to darken as the forecast-ed storm spread a line of darkness on the distant horizon, signaled by an occasional gust of wind.

Hurriedly I showered, put on swim shorts and a tee shirt, and went to join them.

They were seated at the weathered tiki bar on the sturdy dock, an empty pitcher of margaritas sitting forlornly before them as they talked animatedly.

Making my way down the sandy stretch, I couldn't help but smile. It was like the beginning of a porn movie. Three lovely women on a tropical island with a handsome stud while a storm loomed in the distance. In such movies, the storm would be bigger than everyone thought and it would wash out the bridge, knocking out electricity and making rescue impossible, stranding the hapless foursome on the island.

However will they survive?

Not that such things happen in real life though.

I mean, that was my mom and sister down there.

Still, they looked pretty damn good from here.

Thankfully I was wearing my sunglasses so I didn't have to worry about being pervy while I openly ogled the women.

Most visually stunning of the three was Yvonne by ...