My Sister Lena and I had split up our household and moved apart. I had gone to Boston and she had gone to Charlotte with her daughter Jackie. It wasn't such a terrible distance that we did not see each other but with the directions our careers were heading it did limit us to holidays and vacations. Vacations were always planned together and at times we would actually do destinations. Both Lena and I were now making good money and could afford a trip to the Bahamas or the islands off Fiji. We always picked out of the way beaches and private bungalows. We would arrange private times and Jackie would get scuba lessons so we could fuck like rabbits while she was gone. Once she was asleep we would sneak out and make slow passionate love under the palms and stars.
These vacations were much needed at the time as my work meant sixteen hour days stacked upon each other. The company was thriving in this post eighties boom and after the initial learning experience of the new port and warehouse project we had expanded and shifted our focus to some very lucrative tech company contracts. The dock and warehouse was always planned as a break even and get tax credit scenario. It allowed us to get the equipment and workforce set up. We established our supplier contacts and after the warehouse project was finished and every one had been paid in full some deals were inked for points on future contracts.
The local business community saw that we had come out on top and more work started coming in. We were on our third of these giant tech complexes when someone mentioned how many staff would be working through these offices and I went back to the planning office with some new ideas. I brought in a couple developer scouts and we started sniping some high rise contracts.
On my own I was able to grab some waterfront property in East Falmouth and over the next five years I put in a large 4 bedroom ocean side house. It had a large deck and a nice pool that looked out over the rocks to the ocean. The master bedroom sat at one end with a giant walk in bathroom and separated by the walk in closet was the first guest room with its smaller bathroom. I had a sun room with a small garden and wooden recliners covered in thick brightly colored cushions. There was a whiskey bar and a billiards room and there was an art room that I put in on a whim because I recalled how Lena loved to sketch.
Mostly though, what it had, was emptiness. I had parties there, shook some hands on deals by the whiskey bar, occasionally I would bring a lady out for a weekend. The relationships never lasted and the house never really felt like a home. Home you see, was in Charlotte. When I travelled there for holidays I would enter the condo and with my first breath I could feel this weight just drop off my shoulders. By the time I was on the couch with Lena cuddled up on my right and Jackie curled up in my lap the outside world had ceased to exist.
Later with Jackie snuggled into bed we would curl up on the couch, my arm would be around Lena's shoulders and her head would be on my chest. Some nights we fell asleep like that. Burrowed into a pile of pillows and quilts curled around each other. Other nights Lena would start to tease me, moving her shoulder so my hand rested on her breast. She seldom war a bra at home and if she wasn't wearing skin tight Henley's then she was in some form of camisole with varying levels of sheerness. My hand would graze across her nipple and it would pop up looking for more. It didn't take much for Lena's nipples to stand up and be counted. A light breeze across the back of the neck, be it wind or breath, and up they came. If she caught you looking, and oh yes I looked, up they came.
My hand was at just the right height when we cuddled that she could dip her shoulder up and down in a circular motion and her nipples would bend and drag across my palm. I would step it up a notch and casually play with them as well. Catching them as they moved over my hand and giving them little tugs and squeezes. She often had orgasms during these play times and it often led to some of the best blow jobs I have ever had. She made an art of the act, taking her time and making the session last as I hung in delicious torment.
This was the pattern of our lives for the next few years. We worked hard and the money got better but more importantly we were also getting more time to be together. Vacations at first had been a week or two and then back to work looking forward to a long weekend but after eight years apart we had both negotiated longer holidays into our contracts.
In celebration of Jackie's eighteenth birthday and her upcoming grad we held a small celebration at Locke-Ober in Boston. After the meal we showed her the tickets for our four week excursion. Our destination was Spanish Wells and the location was a diver's dream. Jackie was so happy that it was all she could talk about for the rest of my visit. A visit that like all others went by much too quickly.
The trip to the Bahamas finally arrived. We had rented a nice little bungalow way out on the point. Nearest place was over a half mile away down the road and the beach came together in front of us into this spear of glimmering white sand that thrust out into the turquoise water. Problem was a window on the second bedroom had broken during a storm and the room was damaged enough that it was unusable. We contacted the owner who told us where we could find a cot and said we would see the repairmen the next day. Last thing I wanted was a group of contractors running power tools through my vacation. I talked him down to a twenty percent discount and the promise that nothing would happen to the house until after we checked out. I told him I would board up the window and sweep out the room and that we were not to be disturbed. He had obviously checked our references because he then asked if I would phone back with a material breakdown for the repair. He could advance order and have a crew ready to jump in as soon as we left. I agreed but got another ten percent off the rental.
