This is the fifth day in Dave & Lisa (and Cody's) adventures in the Caribbean. You really should read the previous chapters to understand the story line and appreciate the various relationships.
WARNING: This is a
long story
. Period. For those of you like character build-up, a reasonable amount of realism, and some mystery, I think it will be worth your time.
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Sleep came reluctantly to Dave, with recurrent thoughts of Cody and his mixed feelings about her. He wasn't sure what was going on with his wife, but he knew that anything more than brotherly affection for Cody could end up hurting everyone, to put it mildly. He didn't even know if his interest was reciprocated - she hadn't mentioned their 'incident' from the morning and it was very possible she just wanted to pretend that it hadn't happened at all. He finally fell asleep around midnight after firmly deciding that from now on he would treat her strictly as a friend and sister.
He slipped into a disturbing dream where
he
was the one behind Cody on the pyramid, with one hand holding the knife and the other directing a massive erection into her reluctant vagina. She was looking back at him over her shoulder with a glare of bitter accusation, saying "Just fuck me and get it over with". He tried to stop himself - to stop Pablo's body from taking her - but he didn't seem to have any control. He could only watch her grit her teeth as pushed into her.
The dream shifted suddenly and he was standing in front of her, watching Pablo plunge into her repeatedly. He wanted to yell out that he wasn't Pablo - that it wasn't him fucking her - but his mouth wouldn't open and all he could do was stare in horror as she braced herself against the onslaught, glaring angrily at Dave as if it was his fault.
He glanced up to see that instead of Pablo, it was now Armand behind her grinning at him evilly over her shoulders. Cody yelled breathlessly between Armand's powerful thrusts, "How could you…let him…do this…to me!?" He awoke hearing the sounds of slapping against her buttocks.
As he gradually became aware of his surroundings in the darkened room, he realized that he was actually hearing the waves against the beach outside their room. He also found that his robe had been discarded sometime in the night, his arm was wrapped around Cody's waist, and he had a painful hard-on. In fact, it was sticking straight out through the open fly of his boxers and was pushing Cody's soft nylon panties into the crack between of her ass.
A wave of guilt washed over him both from the dream and his current situation. How could he explain this if she woke up? To make matters worse, he could feel a large wet spot on her panties where his pre-cum had obviously been leaking during the dream.
Dave was just starting to lift his arm and pull away when Cody shifted in her sleep. Unfortunately, her hips shifted backwards and the head of his penis slipped forward through the slick wetness on her panties and lodged deeper between her legs. Despite his grogginess, he could distinctly feel the sensitive tip pressing the gusset of her panties into the folds of her vulva.
He froze, not wanting to move and wake her, but also not wanting to lose the incredible feeling of pleasure suddenly coursing through his body. The velvet touch of her panties against his bare penis, the soft, giving pressure of her feminine flesh, and the knowledge that his erection was wedged between his beautiful sister-in-law's legs all gave him such an intense, erotic rush that he thought he would come right then.
After a long minute, the harsh memories of the day before came back to haunt his conscience and he knew that he had to stop. Accidental or not, he was turned on and enjoying this unwanted intimacy, taking advantage of her vulnerability after a long day of embarrassment and intimate violation.
Dave slowly removed his arm from around her waist and was attempting to slide his hips back without waking her when he suddenly felt fingers touching his penis.
"What are you doing?" Cody asked him in a dangerously quiet voice. Her hand reached further between her legs to feel his bare shaft and balls and he heard a quick intake of breath as it became clear to her what was happening. She scooted her hips forward suddenly before rolling away from him. He saw confusion in her eyes, as well as what he imagined were the beginnings of hatred.
He looked on silently, mortified to his core, as she reached back down between her legs to touch the slick wetness he had left on the crotch of her panties. "Dave?!"
"I am so sorry," he began. "I had this dream…" he definitely didn't want to go down that path. "I mean, I woke up like this. And I didn't want to wake you." He looked down. "I should have pulled away sooner. I'm sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you hate me now." He rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'll go sleep on the cot."
"Dave!" She grabbed his arm. "Dave," she repeated, "…just wait a second." There was a long pause and he heard her take a deep breath and let it out as he held his. "I was just surprised, you know. I mean…
really
surprised."
Dave turned back to her, his face mirroring her earlier confusion.
"I know you've had a tough week with Lisa. It's only natural that you would be kind of…" she looked down, "…horny." The only light in the room was from the moonlight through the patio doors, but he was sure he could see her face turn red.
Dave couldn't believe it. After all she had gone through, she was actually thinking about
him
. He never felt more selfish in his life. "I feel awful, though. After making you cry yesterday, and then especially after what happened…you know, at the pyramid."
"What? When did you make me cry?" Cody sounded genuinely surprised.
"You know - after we were, um… tickling each other. You were crying in the shower," he replied.
Cody laughed. "Dave…I wasn't crying in the shower."
He looked at her again, not comprehending, but then it suddenly hit him and his eyebrows shot up.
"Don't you ever… you know… touch yourself?" she asked. She went on in a rush, not looking him in the eye. Dave felt a tingle of self-consciousness as he realized that his penis was still sticking out of his boxers and her eyes kept glancing down at it. "I mean - it's totally natural, right? Everybody does it. Even John and I…" she trailed off.
Dave didn't know what to say. Lisa hated to talk about masturbation and here Cody was not only admitting that she did it but basically telling him that she had masturbated with her older brother.
"Is that bad?" her quiet voice woke him from his stunned disbelief as she removed her hand from his arm.
He reached out for her hand again, but missed and touched the softness of her breast through her nightgown. He quickly drew his hand away, but his drooping erection jerked upwards again.
"No!" he said, a little too loudly. "I mean, no, it's not bad," he repeated more quietly. "Like you said, it's only natural."
He could see the whiteness of her teeth as she smiled at him in the semi-darkness.
"Good." She paused, pursing her lips for a moment. She suddenly sounded very serious: "We can't have sex, Dave." She said it so bluntly that it almost made him giggle.
He had thought that that was obvious, but then with all that had happened… maybe she needed to solidify their boundaries. He noticed guiltily that a part of him felt twinge of pain and disappointment at hearing her say it.
"You know, though," she went on, "if you wanted, we could, um…" She hesitated and looked down, then touched his hand awkwardly. "We could do what John and I used to do. I mean, only if you wanted to..." He didn't think her face could get any redder.
"What do you mean?" he asked. He thought he could guess, but he almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Well…" She hesitated. She lifted her head and he could see her eyes glinting at him in the dim light. Dave got the feeling she was assessing how much she could trust him. She seemed to make a decision and scooted back against the headboard. Bringing her feet up together, she began playfully bouncing her knees apart. Her nighty crept up her thighs at each bounce and soon Dave could see the exposed crotch of her white lacy panties.
"We used to, you know…" she continued haltingly, reaching down to touch herself briefly between her legs, "
play with ourselves
… in front of each other." She giggled nervously.
Dave was definitely paying attention now. It was hard to believe what he was hearing – or what she was offering – but he certainly wasn't one to criticize, nor was he going to complain. She was obviously ignoring or purposefully forgetting the trauma of the day before, but he decided that it wasn't up to him to be her therapist.