Fiji Baby

"Jesus," I breathed to myself, too softly for either of them to hear. Lucy broke away first, her eyes locked with Becca's as she lay back on the bed, tilting her hips to allow her sister to pull away the flimsy white halves of her bikini. She was impossibly bare, her powder-smooth pussy puffy and aroused. She rolled back on her ass to a sitting position as Becca turned away, twisting onto her hands and knees and turning her head to locks eyes with me. She shot me a sultry smile as she witnessed the circus tent I'd pitched in the sarong, then gestured with her eyes to bring my attention back to where it belonged. Behind her, Lucy pulled the rest of the red blows from the bikini and slid the thin fabric from between Becca's smooth thighs. I pulled at the sarong, sweat beads appearing on my chest. My shaft bounced into view, throbbing almost painfully. Becca smiled again, suddenly looking slightly nervous. She and Lucy were about to cross a line.

I watched my beautiful young wife give a soft moan, arching her silky smooth back towards the floor and stretching her arms out across the bed like a kitten, presenting her pretty little pussy and ass high in the air as Lucy hovered above. I could see her breathing coming faster along with mine as Lucy's mouth moved closer and closer from behind. As her big sister's tongue delved into her pussy, licking her luxuriously from front to back, I watched Becca's eyes pop wide, a loud and completely involuntary moan of pleasure bursting from her throat. Her hands clutched the sheets.

"Ohhh my God," I finally groaned out loud. My hand grasped my cock as if I expected it to pop off and fly around the room like an escaped balloon. Lucy moaned with her, softer. I about shot my load as her tongue slid over Becca's tiny rosebud and appeared between her cheeks, a long strand of my wife's slick and heavenly juices dripping from the tip.

"Jesus, Becky you are so wet," Lucy gasped, licking her lips before giving her little sister's pussy another long, slow lick, pushing her tongue between the dense, wet petals. Becca shuddered visibly and moaned even louder, her eyes on mine, screaming 'this is all for you'. Lucy paused a little longer over Becca's bud this time, making her squirm and giggle for a moment, before giving a third lick, longer, slower, and deeper.

"Ohhh God, Lucy!" she exclaimed, fingernails scratching the sheets audibly as her toes curled. She pulled away slightly. "Stop! Stop-stop, oh Jesus that's too much," she gasped. Lucy sat back on her heels with a little laugh as Becca rolled off her hands and knees, sitting up and facing her.

"Wow!" Lucy giggled, flushing, "Pretty good for my first time."

"Yeah!" Becca laughed nervously, pushing her hair back, "I guess it's my turn, then."

"Yeah...OK," Lucy said with a nervous little swallow, slowly laying back onto the soft bed and letting her hips tilt with her. Becca lowered herself down to lie on her belly as Lucy rolled her legs back further, spreading and presenting for her sister just as Becca had before. She turned her head on the bed to lock eyes with mine, an excited smile on her face as Becca's hot breath sent shivers up her spine. Becca was as attentive as Lucy had been, slathering her soft tongue up and over every hot-button Lucy had between her legs, and eliciting the same gasping moan of surprise and taboo pleasure.

"Ohmygoodness!" Lucy squealed, her legs jerking as her sister's tongue slithered over her clit. Becca giggled, her face and chest flushed red, her own body trembling with their forbidden touches.

"Pretty good for my first time, too," she said breathlessly, swirling her tongue over and around Lucy's little hole before delving between her soft folds, sealing her lips over her sweet pussy. "God, you taste nice, Lucy," she murmured, licking with obvious pleasure.

"Mmm-nnn!" Lucy squealed again, her hands clutching the sheets and her legs quaking harder as she held them aloft. Becca slid her hands down Lucy's smooth thighs as she licked her once more from bottom to top. Every movement of Lucy's body said 'pleasure' as her eyes burned into mine and Becca raised her head to look at me as well, my cock towering over my lap as I sat in the chair. They glanced at one another, a silent question passing through their eyes before they moved to kneel on the bed, Lucy's hand quickly finding their toy. They turned to form the top of the T from my view as Lucy dripped lube from a tiny bottle onto the dildo and her sister dropped her shoulders to the sheets, lifting her ass high as I had seen her do so many wonderful times. But this time Lucy had my normal view, and I watched as well as heard Becca's loud moan as her big sister sank one end of the toy into her pussy. Lucy bit her lip and let a little moan of her own escape as the slick, pink toy pushed deep.

"Wow, baby, you've got a deep pussy!" she giggled, Becca laughing breathlessly in response.

"It's taken a lot of wonderful, wonderful practice," she said, looking at me. Her eyes suddenly jumped wide. "Oo! Oh wow, but I do have an end!" she laughed, jerking away, "And I think you just found it!" Lucy laughed softly, withdrawing the toy just a hair.

"Good," she said, "Any deeper and I wouldn't get my half, you greedy little thing."

"Guuuuuilty-y-y!" Becca laughed in a sing-song voice. Behind her, Lucy turned on her hands and knees, directing her own end to her own sweet peach. She bit her lip softly as the rounded head parted her folds and slid into her.

"Mmmm..." she whispered, releasing her hand as she took the length, "God, it's nice to be filled."

My cock was leaking so badly that my pre-cum was dripping down the side like an oozing volcano, the head pulsing visibly with my heavy heartbeat as Lucy's smooth ass kissed Becca's, then pressed firmly until the whole 14 inches was equally shared inside of them both.

"Ready, Becky-baby?" Lucy said, looking at me as she said it. Becca nodded as they both rose to their hands and knees. At first, the older girl counted for them as they established a rhythm, pulling away and pushing back against one another in perfect time. "One...and...two...and...one...and two...and...mmmm!" Lucy moaned, their tushies pressed together on each numbered count. As the rhythm continued, and the sister's simultaneous moans of carnal pleasure filled our little island hut, my cock throbbed in time. Their volume grew with their pace, their butts kissing with a soft slap, my cock living vicariously through the toy. I felt as if I could actually feel their perfect, tight lips grasping my shaft and head, their slick, furnace-like heat enveloping me over and over. I could remember Lucy's pussy. I could remember it perfectly from that night years ago. Every petal of her rose, every textured corner of her pink interior, her searing heat, the heavy bounce of her tits, the ball-draining gasp of pleasure as I filled her completely. I watched her fill herself over and over against my beautiful new wife, who moaned and gasped along with her sister, the perky D-cups that crowned her chest swinging smoothly beneath her. God, such perfection!

Their moans and cries reached a crescendo that I thought might make me cum without a touch. The movement on the bed of so much beautiful flesh filled my head in a blur as Becca squealed out her orgasm only moments ahead of her sister. The two of them gripped the sheets and cried out loudly, their perfect rhythm faltering and failing as one, then the other pulled away and collapsed onto the bed. Lucy was first the roll breathlessly into a seated position, leaning on her hands and beaming as she looked at me in the chair, her legs spread just enough to let me see the puffy pink wetness between. She ran her hand up Becca's leg, then gave her ass a sharp little smack with a giggle.

"He looks ready to burst," Lucy cooed, as Becca raised her head from the sheets with her own smile.

"Well, it's dangerous to have all that pressure sitting around," Becca giggled, "Someone could lose an eye." They smiled at one another for a moment, silently planning.

"Can you stand, Pete?" Lucy said with a big smile.

"I think so," I laughed, shakily pushing myself to my feet as she and Becca bounced off the bed towards me, immediately dropping to their knees on the soft rug at my feet. "Oh Jesus..." I moaned simply, letting the sarong fall away completely as Becca dripped some lube into her palm and took my throbbing, swollen shaft in her tiny little hand. Lucy knelt beside her and scooped her hands under her tits, lifting and pressing them together in a clear invitation.

"Mmm, this isn't going to take long at all!" Becca giggled, cupping my balls with her free hand, "I hope you're ready for a big one, Lucy."

"Ooo, God yes," Lucy moaned, moving closer, holding her endless cleavage up for me as my canvas. Becca spread the lube over my tip and sensitive underbelly before suddenly closing her fist and stroking my length.

"Nnggg!" I gasped as she pushed my cock directly at the canyon between Lucy's tits. My cock bulged and my little wife moaned, knowing well the feel of my impending explosion. She stroked me again, my member so sensitive that my the lights in the room swam. One more stroke of Becca's little hand, and my orgasm broke savagely over my body, my cock leaping in her fist.

"Ohhh Peter! Yes!" Lucy gasped, my first spurt bursting forth to splash across her cleavage in a river of white. I screamed silently at the sight, unable to do anything but tremble on my toes as Lucy and Becca moaned and gasped for me. My wife held and stroked me dutifully as the ropes came one after another, directing long, heavy streams of cum over her sister's tits. Lucy moaned in surprise as Becca gave her an unexpected treat, a single spurt sailing through her lips and filling her little mouth to overflowing. The last few spurts poured onto her breasts as my knees failed me. I collapsed back into my chair with a long gasp and watched the sisters come together in a lewd, open-mouthed kiss, the thick pool of semen in Lucy's mouth exchanged between them, the overflow dripping down Becca's chin and onto her own heaving breasts. Becca pulled away momentarily and put a fingertip on Lucy's lips to stop her as she paused, closed her eyes, swallowed deeply, then moaned softly and opened her eyes again, licking her lips with a smile before moving forward to share another slow kiss with her sister. My chest heaved as I caught my breath and watched Lucy lift her heavy tits higher, Becca's mouth descending to lap at the icing that covered them. She soon filled her mouth once more with my seed and moved again to kiss Lucy. The older girl moaned softly as she gladly accepted the warm white load, licking her pink lips before sealing them and letting my cum slide smoothly down her throat. Her green eyes sparkling as she looked at me with a big smile, Becca's head again dropping to Lucy's presented cleavage to lick a the glistening mounds of perfect flesh.

"Last little bit," Becca giggled, letting the cum slide over her tongue as she pushed it into Lucy's mouth again in a long, wet kiss. Lucy swallowed once more, this time looking me right in the eye as she did so. The thought nearly made me pass out, all my seed now warming their taut little bellies. Lucy's cleavage glistened with sticky wetness as the sisters helped one another to their feet before leading me from my chair to the shower. The water washed away the sweat and sugar, and the girls tumbled into bed still in fluffy white towels while I somehow remembered to stop the camera and put a new battery on the charger. Tomorrow, after all, was another day.

I killed the lights and climbed up into bed. The girls quickly divided to allow me to lie between them, and just as quickly draped their warm bodies over me as I wrapped an arm around each. I kissed Becca, then Lucy, and they squeezed me tightly for a moment.

"I can't possibly thank you angels enough, but I'm going to try my hardest in the coming days and nights," I said, squeezing them both back. They giggled softly together, and Lucy's hand ran over my chest for a moment before lying still. Becca ran her own hand over and covered her sister's their fingers intertwining gently. They both fell asleep in seconds, leaving me to listen to the night birds and insects out the open door and windows for a moment before drifting off myself. I'd never known such perfect sleep.

*****

Amazingly, I awoke just before sunrise.

The pale gray glow was beginning to fill the room as I gently lifted my head and glanced down at the two girls, neither of whom had moved a muscle the whole night. Both sets of pretty eyes were comfortably closed, their breathing deep, slow, and even. I blinked and looked around, suddenly finding myself eye-to-eye with a small gray gecko on the wall above me head. We eye-balled each other for a moment before he turned and scampered across the wall.

It was becoming lighter by the moment, and I felt rested and refreshed. I carefully rolled each sleeping angel onto her other side, disturbing them just slightly as I rose and padded naked across the rugs to stand in the open doorway and look out across the mirror-like lagoon. Birds flitted about in the trees above, and another gray gecko was eyeballing me from the door jamb.

"What is it with you guys this morning?" I mumbled. I picked up my sarong, still in a heap where I had stood to paint Lucy's chest the previous night. I wrapped it around my waist as I stepped out into the sand. It was cool after the long night, but as I moseyed aimlessly down the beach the first rays of sun were streaming over the ocean. It would be hot soon.

I wandered down the beach, the overnight tide having erased all trace of the previous day and washed up new treasures. I picked up some shells for Becca and rounded the end of our little peninsula before turning back around and walking slowly back. Once back in front of our hut, I pitched the sarong and dove into the lagoon, breaking the silent morning with the splash. I kicked out towards the reef until I could feel the cold, deeper water on my legs, then turned along the coral ring and swam in a wide circle back to shore. When I arrived back at the hut, I found Becca sitting on the front step in her towel, smiling serenely. I picked up my sarong from the sand and joined her.

"She's still sleeping," she said softly, gesturing back inside.

"Well, it's early," I said, wrapping an arm around her middle and sharing a kiss, "What are you doing up?"

She shrugged and smiled. "I felt you get up, and then a gecko ran across my back."

"Yeah, they're about this morning," I said, looking around above my head, "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well," she said, "Did you enjoy the show?"

I let our a long, soft whistle in response, and she giggled.

"Good. So did we. We talked for a while about whether we wanted to...you know...cross that line. But we both decided it had just been a long time coming. We've always been closer than most sisters," she said, venting the last of her reservations.

"It looked as natural as it comes," I assured her. She smiled at me.

"It was fun! And...it felt incredible. Her tongue! Jesus," she said with a short laugh, "But it was mostly for you. I don't really see us doing that without you watching."

"Well, I'll watch anytime," I said. Behind us, we heard the sheets stir. I looked back to see Lucy sit up, her towel falling away absently as she stood and padded across to the door, rubbing her eyes. Her skin looked smooth and supple with the morning sun and rest, and I stood to make room for her on the stoop.

"Thanks," she said quietly with a soft smile, sitting down next to Becca.

"Sleep well?" her sister asked. Lucy nodded.

"Perfect," she said, chilly goosebumps suddenly appearing on her chest. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and looked up at me with a grin. "Breakfast?"

*****

The rest of the morning passed slowly. And we were thankful for that. By noon we had snorkeled along our private section of the reef and seen electric colored fish we never thought possible. Lucy turned out to be quite the amateur marine biologist, and was the last to come in from the water, insisting on recounting all the things we'd missed over our light lunch. Afterwards, we dressed a little more sensibly and went on a short tour of the island's wooded interior with one of our hosts, who pointed out various trees, flowers, lizards, insects, and birds. Around 3 PM, Becca made a gentle comment about her feet being sore from her thongs, and we headed back to our hut. We ordered a small, early supper and I mixed us all drinks from our hut's ice chest. Becca finished hers over conversation under the mango trees out front, then excused herself to the bathroom. When she didn't return in a few minutes, I looked in the open door and found her curled up on the bed, fast asleep. I headed back outside to where Lucy sat swinging lazily in the hammock. She'd once again donned her out-of-this-world white bikini, and covered her eyes with her big black sunglasses.

"Was I right?" she said.

"Out like a light," I said with a laugh, plopping down into one of the Adirondack chairs close to the hammock.

"Told you. She always got nap-happy this time of day when we were kids," Lucy said, "I could never fall asleep like her. I'm jealous of her for that."

"Ha, yeah," I said, sipping my drink and stirring the ice with my finger. We were silent for several minutes, each of us just absently listening and watching the beauty around us.

"I guess I'm jealous of her for a lot of things," she suddenly said, softer this time. I said nothing for a moment, listening to the ice clinking in my glass. Uh-oh, I thought.

"You shouldn't be," I replied, instantly understanding her meaning. I looked up at Lucy and met her gaze, holding it for a moment before she looked away and gave a sweet chuckle.

"I can't help it," she said, "No matter how good she is at sharing."

I really didn't know what to say. I sipped at my drink and held her eyes when she wished.

"You know I bawled like a baby when I heard the two of you were engaged?" she said, "It's true. I called her. Becca. Don't suppose she told you that."

I shook my head slowly, wishing my drink was bigger, and a lot stronger. I hadn't expected this.

"I begged her not to. I got the lecture of my life, from my little sister no less, and we had a big fight. That's why I haven't visited or anything. I couldn't. I got over it, though. Mostly," she continued. Another minute of awkward silence. She sniffled. "It's my fault Mike cheated," she said.

"Lucy, it's nobody's fault but his," I began.

"No, it is," she said. I detected a hint of a sob, her chin trembling slightly. "I wouldn't sleep with my own husband. Not after Paradise Valley," she said, referring to our moonlit encounter of three years prior. Bombshell. "I haven't been with another man since you. I didn't want to," she said. Jesus Christ. My head swam.

"Lucy, you should have said something!" I exclaimed, perhaps too forcefully. Her lip trembled again, and she suddenly jumped up from the hammock and made for the hut, covering her face with her hands. I swung out a long arm and hooked her around her middle as she passed, pulling her down into my lap in a warm hug.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I know I should have said something, or done something!" she said, sobbing softly, "I feel like such a stupid little girl with a crush! I can't stop!"

I caressed her cheek with my palm, turning her head to me as I lifted away her sunglasses. Her eyes were wet behind them, big tears on her cheeks. She immediately wiped them away and sniffled again.

"I've been...God, I've been so in love with you ever since I met you in Boston," she confessed. I'd been hoping she wouldn't say it, and it hit me like a truck. Her big, wet, bright green eyes swam with tears. Suddenly she darted forward and planted her mouth on mine, kissing me deeply and flinging her arms around my neck with a little moan. I didn't know what to say as she broke the kiss momentarily, resting her forehead on mine. Words flowed.