True to her suggestions, Myra knocked, waited for a few seconds and then slowly opened the door to see a flushed Maddy straightening her clothing and looking a little flushed. Mark and Myra exchanged a knowing look, and then suggested the three of them go back upstairs. Maddy didn't say much, but followed them up the stairs, with both Mark and Myra noticing her obvious reluctance.
"I'm off to my room to get changed," Maddy said as soon as they closed the hatch. Mark and Myra managed to keep a straight face until she was out of sight, but the second she was gone they broke into broad grins."Who knew both my sisters were raging perverts," Mark muttered, earning a punch on the arm from Myra."From the guy who's fucked both of us and is banging his secretary too."Mark grinned. "I like to keep busy."Their last afternoon on the Island passed very quickly, between the varioHenry 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 Benjaminon 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
The phone rang on Mark's desk. He frowned, not needing the interruption. For the last three days he'd been working twelve hours trying to get the recommendation done for his company to purchase EDIT, an electronic records management application and he was nearly there."Hello. MarkWhitney, Business Strategy Team. Can I help you?" He replied, the standard answer whenever an internal call came through to his desk."It's Reception. There's a Mister Yousefhere to see you. Says he's a lawyer."Markfrowned. "I don't have him in my diary.""He says it's urgent that he speak with you," The security guy at reception stated."Em, okay. I'll be right down.""Cheers." The other end of the line went dead.Markheaded for the elevator, the frown still creasing his features, wondering why a lawyer would be coming to see him. There was nothing legal he was involved in at work, he knew he was a pretty well behaved guy, and he kn
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, Markwearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied with some chicks from University of Phoenix all night, but Anthad been the only one to score. Or at least, he was the only one who claimed to score. If he actually did, Markknew it would have required some divine intervention.Once they'd slept a few hours they hit the Myrtle Waves Water Park. Markhad felt too tired to do much but lie around with his shades on, admiring the ladies that passed by in their swimwear, but Antand Samhad immediately hit the slides. It only took half an hour for Antto return with a limp. Sa
Derriere's Gentleman's Club, the sign said outside."This place looks like a dive," Markmuttered quietly. Still it did offer fully nude dances and you could bring in your own booze."Come on, losers," Antgrinned, a six-pack tucked under his arm. "Let's go see some shaking milk-bombs and wide open tampon-tunnels!"Markshook his head at Ant. Sometimes the guy could be such a dick, but his vocabulary for slang terms when it came to the female anatomy was inexhaustible."Dude," Samsaid. "If you call them that in front ofanywoman you're never gonna get laid.""I do fine, fucktard," Antgrinned. "Come on, let's go."Markfollowed Antand Saminto the club, paying the steep twenty five dollar door fee. The club looked a lot better inside than it did outside, and there must have been a hundred guys in the room, with a bit of a relaxed policy of und
Mark, Antand Samarrived at Club Boca but had to wait in the queue. The time passed quickly with Samrepeatedly reminding Antnot to be a total dick and Antrepeatedly quizzing Markabout the lap dance. Since he cleaned himself up in the bathroom at the club, Markhadn'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 Antthat 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 Markimmediately picked up on the cool chilled vibe of the place. Antand Samhit the bar while Markwent 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," Marksmiled as he approached F
It was still dark when Markawoke, sensing a slight movement in Juliette, a slight change in posture, in position, and he knew that his own body had responded. He could feel his breathing deepen, matching hers as his cock continued to grow, nestled between the lips of her pussy, inching forward as it became thicker and longer in the darkness.Without asking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his, experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was.He felt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearing her exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Markturned his head and gently kissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.He felt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little further along the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skin below her ear.Feliciamoaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender i
"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, Marksaid, "Oh, fuck, please let this be a joke."Markwas reeling, the instant recognition of the two faces in the photos making him feel nauseous, excited and angry at the same time.It was Maddyand 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
Marknodded, breathing a sigh of relief as the old man turned his back. The message had been a spur of the moment thing, and the wording impromptu, but he wanted to get a message to them if they remembered him. Telling them he wished he knew he had sisters would remind them that none of them knew they were related when they'd met before, and adding that he was looking forward to meeting them for the first time tomorrow was something he was rather pleased with. A hidden message saying don't admit that we've already met. In the event that one or both of them didn't remember him then the whole message would seem quite sweet.Marksmiled, his stomach still doing flip-flops, but nowhere near as bad as it was a few minutes ago."Mister Whitney?"Markturned, hearing a woman's voice from beside the car. "Hi?""I'm Raven, your driver for today, sir." Raventurned out to be a short-haired dirty-blonde woman in her mid to late twenties, dressed