The Island

Henry looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week. It had begun with his friend Benjamin's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.In a couple of days time Benjamin's children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they'd be meeting here for the very first time. On top of that he had a burial to organise for Benjamin on the Island. Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder he felt exhausted. It was two in the morning and high time he had some stress relief.He got up from his desk, winced at the pain in his back and moved to the door of his office, part of his home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs as was his habit. Once outside he s

Mark Whitney smiled. It had been an epic weekend so far.Spring Break with his buddies hadn't really been something he was looking forward to, particularly as their destination was Myrtle Beach. Not exactly Cancun, Miami or Acapulco, but then, they weren't there for the sun. They were there to party.Party they had, Mark wearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied with some chicks from University of Phoenix all night, but Ant had been the only one to score. Or at least, he was the only one who claimed to score. If he actually did, Mark knew it would have required some divine intervention.Once they'd slept a few hours they hit the Myrtle Waves Water Park. Mark had felt too tired to do much but lie around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that passed by in their swimwear, but Ant and Sam had immediately hit the slides. It only took half an hour for Ant to return with a limp. Sa

Mark, Ant and Sam arrived at Club Boca but had to wait in the queue. The time passed quickly with Sam repeatedly reminding Ant not to be a total dick and Ant repeatedly quizzing Mark about the lap dance. Since he cleaned himself up in the bathroom at the club, Mark hadn't said a word about it to his buddies. He'd also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin and ended up going commando. There was no way he was going to tell Ant that story.At a little after twelve they were admitted to Club Boca, a large place focused around dancing and drinking, with DJ's playing a mixture of mainstream dance and latin house music, and Mark immediately picked up on the cool chilled vibe of the place. Ant and Sam hit the bar while Mark went looking for the girls. The guys had caught up with him again by the time he spotted them, so the three of them walked over to join them."Hey," Mark smiled as he approached F

"Is everything okay, Mark?" The old lawyer asked as Mark stared at the photographs on the table. "You've gone a little pale."In a voice barely above a whisper, Mark said, "Oh, fuck, please let this be a joke."Mark was reeling, the instant recognition of the two faces in the photos making him feel nauseous, excited and angry at the same time.It was Maddy and Charity, the two stars of his own personal spank-bank, the sexual memories that came back to him every night when he lay in bed, his eyes closed, stroking his cock. The two hottest women he'd ever encountered and God, or Fate, or Destiny had decided to fuck him up and reveal they were his sisters. He cursed the part of himself that was excited at the thought of meeting them again. He knew that he couldn't have known they were his sisters, that there was no possible way he could have known, but still he felt disgusted with himself, the strength of the social and legal taboo so str

Mark waved farewell to Raven once the flight crew had loaded the bags onto the small private Jet, and he turned towards the small lounge in the Executive Privilege Airlines building. He looked up at the sign. "EPA? Someone's got a sense of humour."He opened the door into a brightly llit reception area."Mister Whitney?" An old black man with wrinkles on his wrinkles asked from behind the receptionist desk."Yes.""Can I see your passport please?""Oh, yeah. Sure." Mark handed it over to the man who gave it a cursory glance and handed it back."If you'd like to go into the lounge, sir, your aircraft will be ready in ten minutes."Mark nodded and entered the lounge, seeing a woman rising to her feet. Shoulder-length blonde hair framed a pretty face with a pointy chin and eyes that missed nothing. A charcoal gray business suit covered a body that Mark could see was in great shape. For