Author's note: Many of my stories are actually narratives from friends, family and occasional strangers. I relate them as they told them to me. This is one of those stories. It has a bit of a fanciful, even bizarre, quality about it, even to me. The individual who told it to me swears that it is all true. Every event described actually happened although over a three year period, not the three weeks I compressed it into. I've tried to be true to the events he was engaged in and, for the events he wasn't present for, I've taken the liberty to imagine the events myself with his agreement that the way I described the events were probable. So take Coleridge's advice and suspend disbelief while you read what follows.
The summer of 2023 is finally here and the restrictions imposed because of the pandemic are mostly gone and those that remain are mostly ignored.
The reason that is important is our family is able to return to our three week annual island vacation. Except for the last two summers, for as long as I can remember, we've traveled to an isolated Caribbean island and rented one half of a dual condominium building on the beach. The building has a kitchen, dining area, living area with a sofa, two comfortable chairs and a television. There is a large bedroom with a king sized bed on the first floor and two additional bedrooms with queen sized beds on a loft that covers the kitchen and dining area and overlooks the living area. The loft is accessed by a spiral stairway located at the side of the dining area near the door to the downstairs bedroom.
Beyond the living area, through a wide sliding glass door is a smallish deck with a hot tub large enough for four adults. Two steps down from the back of the deck is the beach, a stark white, twenty foot wide sand strip on a calm lagoon of crystal clear water.
My sister, Carol, and I are overjoyed at the prospect of returning to our summer island paradise. My name is Bob. Only my mother calls me Robert. I'm twenty-two years old, a senior at the local university and I still live at home. Carol is twenty-one, a sophomore at a local community college and she also lives at home.
My father, William Davidson, Bill to everyone unless mom is pissed at him for something, makes all the arrangements. He's forty-eight and he's a limited partner in the law firm he's been working with since he was twenty-seven. That means he doesn't have a role in the daily operations of the firm but he shares in the profits.
My mother, Mary, also has a law degree and works in the state prosecutor's office. By every measure, my parents are devoted to each other and look forward to our island adventure as much as we do.
The attached condominium on the island is the mirror image of the one we rent. They are not connected inside but the front doors are only a half dozen steps apart and there's a gate in the fence separating the decks in the back.
The condo next door is rented by the Ferguson's the same three weeks that we are there. The Ferguson's are our next door neighbors at home. They've lived next door since the development was constructed when they and our parents moved in. Larry and Sue Ferguson have been friends of our parents since before Carol and I were born.
The Ferguson's have two children, Ted and Alice. Ted is a year older than I am and Alice is the same age as Carol. The four of us grew up together although the boys and girls rarely did things together. The long term relationships have led, over time, to a large, virtual family with freedom of access to either house.
The usual routine was to fly to the island and rent a van with seating for eight to travel to the condo's and provide transportation for supplies and entertainment on the island. This year, with the youngest of the kids being twenty-one, dad rented two vehicles, one of which was a convertible that was immediately claimed by the four of us youngsters with the agreement we would lend it to the old folks occasionally during our stay on the island.
We flew to the island on Saturday, arriving at the condo late in the day. The plan was to return home on Sunday, twenty-two days later. In between, we planned little except lots of sun, fun, swimming and soaking in the hot tubs. Several things occurred when we arrived. We went to dinner as a group and shopped for supplies, mostly breakfast and lunch meals, nibbles and snacks and an adequate supply of adult beverages. The four younger vacationers proposed to share one of the condo's leaving the other for the adults. Neither pair of parents was in favor of a bedroom on one of the lofts and the proposal was summarily defeated.
Dad passed out key cards that would open both condos for each of us. That way we all had convenient access to both units.
After dinner and shopping, all eight of us settled in one of the living rooms for our well established routine of watching a movie together the first night. When we were younger, the movies were generally "G" rated and the adults sat on the sofa and chairs and we kids scattered on the floor.
Since the last time we were here, a number of things had changed. We were all twenty-one or older. We could drink alcohol, watch "R" rated movies and didn't feel comfortable on the floor.
Mr. Ferguson had the foresight to bring a Roku streaming device that, using the available WiFi network and internet connection to select from a large number of movies. The movie chosen by consensus this evening was rated "R" with additional labels of "V" and "N" which warned about violence and nudity. Seating was an intense conversation. We had available a sofa and two chairs, leaving at least two participants without a seat. Dining chairs were suggested and rejected as too uncomfortable for a long movie.
Carol took charge of the negotiation and settled the sitting arrangements. She put the adults on the sofa and declared that she would sit on my lap in one of the chairs. Alice agreed that she would sit on her brother's lap. With the seating settled, our parents didn't seem in agreement although they apparently consented although the sofa seating would be tight, Mr. Ferguson started the movie.
Carol settled onto my lap. She wiggled around until she was comfortable, put an arm around my neck and leaned back to enjoy the show.
The movie was intense and held everyone's attention. It was an action drama with an early car chase and a scene where the protagonist managed to shoot five attackers during a narrow escape from an ambush.
The female lead helped him treat his injuries and, one thing led to another and to the first sexual encounter in the movie. The stars ended up in a bed together. The nudity included only a brief view of the woman's breast before she disappeared under the man's body and the scene faded.
However, it was enough to move my thoughts to all things sexual and my body responded in expected ways. Carol noticed and, without comment, changed her position to increase her comfort. I was wearing shorts and a golf shirt. Carol was wearing a one piece sundress and her movement only increased my thoughts and my response. The resulting feedback loop ended with when my erection was nestled between Carol's cheeks.
Fortunately, Carol didn't call attention to our situation even when a second movie scene with a prolonged breast exposure created additional discomfort for both of us.
When the movie ended, Carol lifted herself from my lap carefully, allowing me time to minimize the appearance of my problem, and announced that she was going to put on a bathing suit and spend some time in the hot tub on the back deck. Everyone else declined, noting the late time and the long trip as reasons to get some sleep.
Disappointed, Carol turned to me. "Come on Bob," she pleaded. "Join me in the hot tub. It'll be fun and I promise we won't stay long."
Reluctantly, I agreed to join her and she scampered up the spiral stairway to change into her bathing suit. Everyone else scattered to the various bedrooms and I headed up to change into my suit. When I came down in my bathing shorts and a tee shirt, Carol was already in the hot tub. I joined her and settled in the water, sat on the underwater seat opposite her and leaned back on the tub wall.
We sat, content in the hot water, for several minutes. "Bob," she said. "I could use something to drink."
I opened my eyes. "What would you like?" I asked. "I'll get it for you."
"That's all right," she replied. "I'll get it. Would you like something?"
"Sure. Whatever you find is fine," I said.
Carol climbed out of the hot tub. She was wearing a tiny bikini.
"Have mom and dad seen you in that suit?" I asked.
"Not yet," she answered, "and they may not ever."
I smiled. I didn't know how she was going to wear it during the vacation without mom or dad noticing and I also thought Ted was going to lose his mind when he saw her.
I watched her walk to the kitchen and I watched her walk back with two beers. She pulled the drapes over the sliding door, moved around them and closed the door behind her. She handed me one beer and climbed back into the hot tub. I popped the beer and took a large swallow of the cold beverage. Carol did the same but with a tiny sip of beer.
We settled back into the hot water. Carol looked at me from across the hot tub. "Bobbie?" she started.
My sister never called me Bobbie unless she wanted something.
"Yes," I replied.
"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.
"Sure," I agreed. "Ask me anything."
"It's about that problem you had while we were watching the movie," she procrastinated.
"Which problem?"
"You know," she expanded. "That thing in your shorts."
"Thing?"
"Your erection, stupid," she burst out.
"Oh, that thing," I played along.
