The adults were all sitting on the beach, each enjoying a beer, work on the boat completed.
"Well, you look like you're up to no good," Gloria commented.
Emerging from the interior, Adrienne, Eric, and Don stopped short at the remark.
"What the hell does
that
mean?" Gayle asked as she, Cindy and Mike also appeared from down the beach.
"Nothing," Gloria said, forcing a smile. "You all just look worn out."
"We've been doing a lot of walking," Gayle explained. "Exploring the island."
"We actually have been up to
some
good," Mike spoke up. "We had the first meeting of the future board of Robinson Constructors."
"What does
that
mean?" George sat up and asked.
"Well," Mike explained, "Eric is going into architecture. He'll be our lead designer. Adrienne will be our interior designer, and that'll be a new service we will be offering, and she will work closely with Eric on that." Mike noticed Adrienne, Eric, and Don exchange questioning glances. He looked at them with raised eyebrows, and they each nodded their agreement. "Cindy will be our chief financial officer as she is majoring in accounting and finance. As for Gayle and me, well, either of us is fine with the other being on top."
The cousins all giggled at Mike's double-entendre, much to the parents' curiosity.
"Is this for real, Mike?" a hopeful George asked.
"Yes," Gayle said for him. "As real as this shipwreck. We really all discussed it while, you know, sitting around the lake."
More smirks at that.
"This is wonderful news!" George exclaimed, rising to his feet.
Henry was right behind him, smiling broadly.
The rest of the parents all rose.
Sara came to Mike and hugged him. "You're doing the right thing."
He smiled. "Thanks, mom."
There were similar exchanges between the other parents and kids.
"So, how did work on the boat go?" Mike thought to ask.
"Oh, yeah," George said. "With your news, we forgot."
"The boat is back in full working order," Keith reported. "Electrical issues were relatively minor. We can set sail whenever we want."
The cousins exchanged sour glances.
"Do the navigation charts show our location?" Gayle asked.
"According to GPS," Henry said, "there is no Island where we are, which is about a thousand miles southwest of San Diego."
"A
thousand
miles! How is that possible?" Cindy asked.
"We don't know," Henry answered with a shrug. "It's inexplicable."
"It doesn't seem possible that there could be an uncharted island where we are," Keith added.
"This island is very small," Eric noted. "Is it too small to have been noticed?"
"Seems unlikely."
"Did the storm drive us this far?" Mike asked.
"That's the only—I was going to say logical," George said. "But it's not a logical explanation. It's the only explanation that fits."
"Regardless how we got here, do we have to leave?" Don asked.
"You kids
want
to stay?" Gloria suspiciously asked.
"It's
fun
here," Don said. "We have an entire island to ourselves."
"And there's more exploring to do," Mike said.
"More exploring, huh?" Gloria asked. "Well, one good thing about it. All this togetherness has shown that you kids can get along and work together. You've made your fathers very happy. I'm okay with staying longer."
"I don't mind staying another day or two," George agreed. "It would be nice to relax versus the chore of sailing. But the purpose of this trip
was
to go
sailing,
and that was interrupted by the storm. Anyone have other thoughts?"
"I agree," Keith said.
"Let's take it a day at a time," Henry suggested.
* * *
A while later, the parents returned to the boat to prepare dinner and have sundowners, leaving the kids on the beach.
"That was odd your mom agreeing to staying here longer," Cindy noted.
"I get the sense she's up to something," Mike explained. "I mean, remember what she said when we all returned?"
"What do you think she's up to?"
"Trying to catch
me,
if not
all
of us."
"There's something I don't think all of you know," Gayle said. "Which might explain that. The morning after our first night, my mother questioned me wanting to know if Mike had touched me during the night."
"Seriously?" Eric asked.
"Yes."
"My
mother questioned me also," Mike revealed, "but I think only because Aunt Gloria might have said something to her."
"And my mom continued to ask after every night Mike and I slept together," Gayle added.
"I told you about her late-night walk through the boat and down into the port hull. I've just been getting this strange feeling about her," Mike said. "We just need to, you know, keep our wits about us. Hopefully, you've all had enough fun today to, you know, stay out of trouble tonight."
* * *
Mike intentionally wanted he and Adrienne to sleep in the salon again to see if Gloria did another midnight walk-through. It wasn't his sister's first choice, but she agreed.
Once in bed, with her lips against his ears, she whispered, "So, we're really not going to do anything?"
"How many times did you, you know, get—"
"Fucked?
Twice."
"And you want
more?"
"Neither time was with you," Adrienne pointed out. "Don was pretty good, Eric almost came inside me."
"You're on the pill, aren't you?"
"Yeah, but I didn't want him to, particularly since we would be coming back to the boat afterward. Didn't want it dripping down my leg."
"Okay. So,
twice
wasn't enough?"
"If it has to be."
"It's been a busy day. Get some sleep."
Adrienne groaned, and then turned over. Surprisingly, she fell asleep relatively quickly.
Slumber did not come easily for Mike. At first, he thought he was just too fatigued to sleep, but then it occurred to him that he
was
just tired and not really sleepy. He kept changing positions, thinking that when he found the right one, sleep would come. And it almost did. Until Gloria again appeared. That kept him awake. Particularly since the dim ambient light revealed that she was wearing a very short nightie. He watched her tiptoe through the salon, but to his complete surprise, and somewhat concern, she walked right past him and slipped out of the salon to the cockpit outside.
Mike turned to his sister and found her sound asleep. He was about to ease out of bed and follow his aunt when, to his further amazement, Regina stepped up from her cabin and went after her sister. Now, Mike was extremely curious. Slipping out of bed, and squatting beside it, he watched Regina strangely go up to the sun lounge. That was really odd. Quietly, he opened the door to the cockpit, slipped out, and closed it. He moved around the helm station and up the steps to the sun lounge, but stopped where he could listen without being seen. He heard:
"What's the matter, sis. I heard you leave your cabin and head to the salon. I followed to see if something was wrong, and then I thought it was strange that you would come out here in the middle of the night."
"Henry snores," Gloria explained. "And on nights after days when he's been busy—as the men were yesterday—his snoring is even worse. I couldn't sleep. And now that they're running the air conditioning again, it was very cold. So, I came out here to warm up. And if that's not enough, he fell asleep before we could fuck."
"Yikes.
That's awful."
"Yeah. Remember when . . ."
Mike continued to listen to their discussion, almost disbelieving what he was hearing.
* * *
When he finally returned to bed, having heard what he heard, there was no way Mike could sleep. It was mind-boggling. The concern uppermost in his mind was whether to tell his sister and cousins. Did they need to know? Was he glad that
he
now knew? Was it important that he knew?
By dawn, he had not resolved these questions in his mind, having apparently dozed off and on during the remainder of the night, and rethinking them each time he awoke.
At breakfast, everyone else seemed in good spirits. The parents because there was no boat work to be done and they could relax; the kids because they were anxious to get to the lake, ostensibly to swim and explore. But Mike knew the real reason was for sucking, fucking, and carrying on. As tired as he was, he just wanted to go back to bed, but he knew to do so would raise more concerns and eyebrows than them going.
Mike followed his sister, with Gayle and Cindy ahead of her, and Don and Eric eagerly leading the group inland. It seemed the trip was shorter each time they did it, as though their trail was being worn down making it easier to traverse. Comically, the cousins all gradually stripped as they walked, arriving at the lake completely nude. Adrienne was a bit more circumspect and waited until she arrived to remove her bikini. Tired as he was, Mike merely laid out a beach towel, and stretched out on the ground near the shore to relax.
"Are you okay, Mike?" his sister asked.
"Didn't sleep well. Just tired."
Adrienne joined her cousins who were already in the lake, just enjoying the water at first. But that quickly graduated to grabbing each other and fondling body parts.
"Anybody ever fuck in the water?" Don asked.
"I haven't," Cindy replied. "But I'm game."
The siblings tried different positions thinking they could float, but they kept going under and couldn't hold their breath long enough to do some serious thrusting. The only other position that really worked was getting in the water just deep enough to do it doggy style.
"Your pussy feels so good," Don said.
"Your dick doesn't feel too bad, either."
Since no one did anything the night before, they were eager to get going this morning.
Eric and Gayle were also in a hurry to get to it. They wanted to try it just being wet but not in the water. In the end, the sex satisfied their desires for orgasms, but was not as much fun doing it.
Mike hadn't actually fallen asleep, particularly with all the sexual sounds coming from the water. But there was one additional sound he was hearing that captured his attention. Opening his eyes and turning his head, he saw Adrienne lying nearby with her hand between her legs making little whimpering sounds. With him resting, she was odd person out. That made him feel bad.
"Want to sit on my face?" he offered.
"Are you kidding?" She instantly got into position. His tongue felt marvelous.
Tired though he was, her sweet pussy was too much of a delicacy to pass up. He loved the feel of her clit against his tongue. His dick quickly grew to full erection.
Seeing their activity, and noticing the bulge in Mike's trunks, Gayle figured he was open for business. She scrambled to him and tugged his swimsuit down and off. On hands and knees, she sucked him like she meant it.
He actually enjoyed it.
This threesome did not escape Cindy's attention, and her kinky side instantly had an idea. She'd approached her cousins, laid on her back, and squirmed her head between Gayle's legs. Here, she was able to apply tongue to pussy as Gayle dipped her midsection to meet Cindy's mouth. After a few delicious nibbles, Cindy took a breath and noticed Don and Eric standing nearby pulling on their cocks. "Don, get in here and shove your dick in this hole." She slid her finger into Gayle's pussy as a way of pointing to the hole she was referring to.
