Island Vacation pt4 [mf][oral]

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Chills or no, sometime over the last twenty-four hours Mom had lost her ability to frighten me. I texted her back.

"I'm busted? I just had a lovely dinner with Theo's sister. I'll be there when I get there."

I put my phone down and stretched, reaching my fingertips up to towards the ceiling. My back and neck made alarmingly loud cracks, but I felt wonderful to my toes.

"Everything okay?" Renauld whispered as he padded over to me from the bed. Vicky was still snuggled into a pillow.

I put my arms down around his neck and pulled him in for a soft kiss. His lips were warm. The way he looked at me and kissed me made me feel like the only woman in the world.

"Yeah," I said and meant it.

He gave me such an intense look that I felt a little twinge of embarrassment. Inspecting him in return, I let my gaze drift over his brown eyes, strong jaw, and curly hair. We had shared something unique in my life and I'd be forever grateful for his tenderness and passion. It was foolish given how long I'd known him, but part of me felt closer to him than anyone I'd ever dated.

It wasn't the sex… well, it wasn't just the sex. It would have been so easy for Renauld to treat me like a summer fling. Yet another pale tourist who came to the resort and left again without a backward glance. Except he allowed me into his life in a way I hadn't expected. I couldn't imagine bringing him to a party in my neighborhood and introducing him the way he'd done for me.

The guilt I felt for even thinking that horrible truth made me kiss him again in apology. I resolved to change my heart in that moment. Hints of the the wonderful spices from our dinner still clung to his skin. He kissed back along my cheek to take my earlobe between his lips. Chills shot up and down my arms as he spent a moment tickling it with his tongue.

"You amaze me, mon amour." His whispered words on my wet ear made me shiver from his breath as much as the meaning.

"Your love?" I asked, trying to make light of his endearment, but the echo in my heart washed some of my guilt away.

"It has never been like this for me." I could see he was vulnerable just then. His eyes had a wary cast. "I know you feel something for Vicky…"

I touched his hair and ran my fingers down to his shoulders. "But only her, and I know she loves your sister, Simone. I am not attracted to other women."

Some of the wariness left his eyes. "And I know you will go back to your life in Houston soon." He took a deep breath and seemed to brace himself to say something more. "But there is something about you that makes me dream."

I pushed him down to sit in an armless dining chair, then straddled his legs to face him, still running my hands on his muscular shoulders and chest. "Tell me what you dream about."

He weighed me with his gaze for a moment. "I have family in Houston, an uncle there and his family. He writes me about a culinary school. I wanted to go there before I met you."

The implication was clear; he wanted to go even more now that he knew I lived there. I was equal parts flattered and frightened, but I couldn't bear to hurt him. "We hardly know each other, Renauld."

"And surely someone at home loves you," he whispered with a bitter rasp.

"No," I confessed as I kissed him, making him brighten considerably.

"Has no one has stolen your heart yet?"

I shook my head. "I'm young."

"You are old enough," he smirked and made my heart flutter.

"I'm still in school and will be for years."

"The culinary school is for two years. Then I will need to learn how to run a restaurant before I can start my own. That would give us time if you wanted to try." He said that last bit with a tense longing.

Hearing his dreams released mine. Suddenly, I could see him joining us at our dining room table. My best friend, Jessie, had been taking French for four years and would bug him to practice it. And while some of the red-necks I went to school would no-doubt give me shit for dating a mixed-race guy, it really wasn't that big of a deal anymore. I saw it all the time now in the halls. Maybe… Maybe…

He must have seen something change in my expression, because he leaned in to kiss me with a sweet smile on his lips. I captured his whole head in my arms and held on tight while his hands brushed gently along my naked back. My breasts felt wonderful pressed against his muscular chest. I could feel his shaft stirring against me and shivered when I pushed against it.

His face grew pained as I rubbed my slit against the side of his shaft. With no condom I wasn't going to risk more, but feeling him sliding skin-to-skin against my slit was making me bite my lip. He was mostly erect, his tip reaching almost up to his navel. I sped up and pressed harder against him.

"C'est manifique," he whispered as he studied the arousal on my face.

I leaned down and kissed him to stifle the moans I felt rising in my throat. He reached around to tug my hips, splitting me even more. That launched a frenzy of kisses as I gripped his neck and hair. I was so close to cumming my legs shook.

He forced his tongue in my mouth the same time he lifted his hips to bring my clit into direct contact with his hard shaft. I shuddered and moaned into his mouth, my body convulsed with pleasure as he held us together. His hands moved around to my naked back as I climaxed, then I collapsed against his chest with a sigh.

Renauld hummed deep in his chest, like I had satisfied him instead of the other way around. I slipped down to kneel between his feet. He stroked my hair and held it out of the way while I took him into my mouth. With him smiling down at me, I brought his creamy shaft into my mouth.

"I love this, mon amour, but it's been twice already tonight for me," he whispered. "I'm not sure I can go again, but your pleasure was enough for me, I swear."

His fingers touching along my jaw brought me up to kiss him again. "Are you sure?" I asked.

Just when he opened his mouth to speak, Vicky's grinding snore interrupted us. We both stifled our laughter to keep from waking Vicky. She remained dead to the world as we dressed silently. Then Renauld led me to their door and locked it behind us before leading me down the stairs.

"Let me walk you back," Renauld said as he took my hand.

I still had no messages on my phone, but not even Mom could kill the joy in my heart. There was a pleasant soreness that rubbed inside as we strolled. It was a constant reminder of the beautiful night I'd shared with Renauld and Vicky. Renauld's hand was warm in mine and the stars were so bright I didn't miss streetlights.

The hotel came into view as we walked down the hill. The lighted structure made a sharp contrast to the dim poverty we'd just walked through. It was like the island was two different worlds, glued together and made into one. Glancing at Renauld, I saw he was giving me that adoring look I'd grown to love.

Mom was standing under the portico in front of the hotel. I saw her first because the bright lights made her blind to our approach. Renauld didn't falter, but he did sniff at the sight of her. She looked haggard as she switched between checking her phone and searching the darkness. Her face hardened when she finally saw us.

"Mom." I jumped in before she could say anything. "This is Renauld Du Bois. Renauld, this is my mother, Janet Myers."

Renauld extended his hand while Mom frowned in confusion. Manners finally prevailed and she reached out limp fingers to shake.

"Pleased to meet you," Renauld said in his crisp, accented English.

"I thought you said you had dinner with—" She stopped before saying Theo's name. Vicky knew what Mom had done, but I'd never told Renauld about it.

"Renauld's sister, Simone, lives with my friend Vicky. We went to their place so Renauld could cook us dinner." I turned to Renauld and took both his hands in mine. "I would love to spend time with you tomorrow if you're free."

"I have to work tomorrow night, but perhaps we could meet for an early lunch?" he asked. "There is a place near the docks with fresh bread and the best spiny lobster bisque I've ever tasted."

"Pick me up here around ten?" I asked him with an eager smile, still ignoring my mother.

"I'll see you then," he said and kissed both my cheeks. "Bon'nuit, à demain."

I sighed as I watched him walk away. Even in those loose gray shorts, t-shirt, and sandals he warmed me up. I turned and raised my eyebrows at Mom.

"We need to talk," she growled.

I shook my head. "I already know more than I ever wanted to. Whatever is going on, keep it between you and Dad."

"You don't get to leave the resort without our permission," she said, changing tactics by trying to assert herself against me. I nearly laughed, but held my tongue as I stared her down. She flushed but held her bluff. "And getting Robby to lie about where you were is unacceptable."

"The idea that I can't be trusted is unacceptable. And for the record, if I could have told you I was going to dinner with friends without an unreasonable inquisition, I would have."

"The fact that you felt it was acceptable to lie about where you were shows me you can't be trusted."

It amazed me how I'd allowed this woman to control me with her disapproval for so many years. "I won't lie about where I am or who I'm with anymore, but this meaningless harassment you've put me through is over, Mom. No more."

"You listen to me, young lady—"

"I have pictures," I lied. "Videos, actually. Loud videos."

She paled and muttered, "Your father knows about Theo."

"Robby and Sarah don't." I let that sink in. "God, I used to respect you." I sniffed a laugh as I wiped away the tears I wished would stop. "Hell, so much has happened to me this week. I wish I could share it all with my mom like I used to, but now when I look at you…" My tears finally closed my throat.

"Kat, it's not like you think." She finally dropped her Mom mask and I caught a glimpse of Janet for the first time in my life.

"It doesn't matter what I think," I said as I got myself under control. "Hell, I don't want to think about it, but I can't stop seeing it!"

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Look, I'm beat. I want a shower and then bed. Tell Dad you yelled at me or whatever and I'll keep my mouth shut about the rest. We only have to put up with each other for a few more years anyway." I fixed her with a hard look, then turned away.

Mom sobbed then. I couldn't remember seeing her cry since Nanny died. Hearing her suffer should have brought pity or remorse, but my heart didn't budge.

"Mom," I stopped and turned. "Look, it's embarrassing, but it's not the end of the world. Just give me a break, okay?"

"I've screwed up everything," she whispered.

"Trust me, if I'd ever walked in on you and Dad I'd be just as grossed out. I know you have sexual desires and all, but I don't ever want to talk about them with you. Okay?"

That seemed to mollify her and she wiped her eyes. After gathering herself, she slipped back on her maternal mask. "Renauld seems a little old for you."

"Stop it," I snapped.

She flinched.

As we walked into the hotel together I realized our old intimacy was gone, perhaps forever. As soon as we got to the suite, she went into the bedroom she shared with Dad and shut the door.

By the time I got clean and climbed into the queen-sized bed I was forced to share with Sarah, she was already asleep. Robby eyed me from his bed for a moment.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I didn't mean to throw you under the bus with Mom, but she and Dad came to the same place I took Camden."

"It's cool," I said, then grinned. "So how was dinner?"

"Camden's so great," he said and grinned back. "How 'bout yours?"

"Great," I said. "Renauld's taking me to lunch tomorrow if you two wanna really double this time."

"Mom's gonna let you out of the suite?" he asked with real surprise.

"We… established a few boundaries."

"Good. It's about time she backed off you." He yawned and pulled the sheets up.

I'd never felt closer to my brother than at that moment. "G'night. Thanks for everything."

"Anytime," he murmured.

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It only took a few minutes of Renauld obviously adoring me for Robby to warm up to him. Robby even took the hint and began shooting similar looks at Camden. She and I picked up where we left off, so the walk to the little place Renauld bragged about was full of laughs and sexual tension.

"So you're gonna be a chef," Robby confirmed. "That's good steady work."

"What about you?" Renauld asked him in return.

He glanced at Camden before answering. "I'm giving serious thought to coaching sports."

"Like Soccer?" Renauld asked with an excited grin. At Robby's nod, he exclaimed "I love soccer!"

"Dude, did you catch the match yesterday?" Robby asked with equal enthusiasm.

"And they're off," Camden whispered to me. "How was it when you got back to the hotel? Your mom went off on Robby last night. I was worried about you."

Mom hadn't even looked at me again. In the morning, she and Dad didn't insist on a family breakfast like usual. Sarah took full advantage and blazed out to meet whoever she was sneaking around with. Robby and I ate together from the breakfast buffet by ourselves. He was full of questions, but I just stuck to my story that Mom and I came to an understanding and didn't elaborate.

I led Camden away from the guys and said, "It's fine. She's been overprotective for years. I'm the youngest and for whatever reason she's always kept me under lock-and-key. I don't remember her riding Sarah half as hard as she rides me. I pushed back pretty hard last night and I don't think she knows what to do about it yet."

"I'm the youngest, too. We get away with more shit when we're younger, but they never really let us grow up all the way, do they?"

"Exactly!" I raised my hand for a high-five. She slapped it and nodded.

"When I started college, Mom tried to force me to live at home. I got a job and paid for everything except tuition and books just to get out from under her thumb. It made my point and she's backed off some, but I still have to keep an eye on her."

"I hear ya," I said. "And it's not like I ever get in trouble. I get good grades. And I never pull the kind of shit Sarah does like coming home drunk or sneaking out, but nothing ever changes."

"Hang in there," Camden said as she put her arm around my shoulders for a squeeze. "Trust me, it gets easier later on."

The restaurant was a shack at the end of a short pier. It had a row of wooden stools against a counter where a heavy, older islander was cooking. The cook greeted Renauld with a shout and back-slapping hug when we arrived. They had a whole conversation in French while the cook toasted buttery bread on a grill.

When Robby, Camden, and I got settled on the stools along the counter, Renauld turned back to us with a broad grin. "Ceci es' mon amour, Kat, her brother Robby, and his friend Camden."

"Mon amour?" Robby whispered to Camden, which I totally ignored despite the heat rising up my cheeks.

Camden, sitting on the other side of him, gave him an elbow to the ribs and whispered, "Shut up. They're cute and I like him."

"Nice to meet you. I am Yves," the old cook said. Then he plopped down ceramic bowls of a light pink broth with chunks of lobster meat and some kind of cubed vegetables floating in it. The scent of coconut and grilling seafood made my stomach growl.

"Spoon?" Robby asked as he looked around the counter.

"No spoon. Bread," The old cook said and sat baskets of fresh toasted bread strips for each of us.

Renauld brought his bowl and bread basket when he came to sit next to me. "Prepare yourself," he grinned and dug in himself.

I used the toast to pick up a bit of the lobster, potato, and broth. It had the consistency of a clam chowder but the flavors of coconuts and curry. The lobster meat had been grilled first, giving the broth a smoky flavor. The potatoes and carrots had been cooked just enough to soften them without taking away their texture. And the toast strips were sweet and light, like Cuban bread, making it a perfect spoon.

"Oh my God," I murmured around the flavors exploding in my mouth.

Renauld glanced my way, chewing around his satisfied smile.

"I'm gonna eat lunch here everyday until we leave," Robby said with a serious tone in his voice. "Dude, this is amazing! Do you make anything else?" he asked Yves.

Yves smiled and shrugged. "Why would I? No one ever orders anything but this."

I ate in silence, using the seemingly endless supply of toasted bread strips to wipe the inside of the bowl clean. Then I leaned over and dipped my remaining bread into Renauld's bowl.

"Hey," he exclaimed with mock indignation.

"You should have eaten faster if you didn't want to share."

"Good point," Camden said as she reached toward Robby's bowl with a bit of bread.

"No way," Robby said and lifted his bowl, putting it protectively in the crook of his elbow. "Mine!"

Camden got a glint in her eyes as she cupped her breasts. "Mine!"

"Dammit, you win," Robby laughed and put his bowl down to share with Camden. Then leaned in to whisper something in her ear. She giggled and nodded.

"No secrets," I said with a push against Robby's arm.

"So what are you and Renauld doing this afternoon?" Robby asked, clearly ignoring my demand.

"I was going to offer to take Kat out snorkeling along the reefs," Renauld said. "There is a boat that belongs to my cousin, but he doesn't have a charter until tomorrow. What do you say?" He looked and me and I nodded immediately.

"Hey, that sounds like fun. Can we—" Robby was interrupted by Camden when she pulled him over to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said made his eyebrows draw together.

"No secrets!" This time I reached around to push Camden.

"You'd probably like a little time alone with Renauld," Camden said with an rising pitch like she was asking a question.

Being somewhat sore and sated from the night before, I hadn't really considered that aspect of things. Not to mention that Camden probably wanted to spend some alone time with Robby.

"Simone!" Renauld's happy cry turned me in time to see Simone jogging straight towards us down the pier. She smiled at her brother, but came directly to kiss me full on the mouth.

I was too stunned to move. Simone's hands came up against my cheeks, holding us together while she opened her mouth to mine. It was a total toe-curling, skin-prickling kiss that ended with her staring at me with intense affection.

"Thank you," Simone whispered. "You 'ave no idea the gift you 'ave given me."

"I-I didn't do anything," I managed to stammer.

"My brother is 'appier than I've seen him in months. Vicky attacked me when I got home last night like she has never done before. You, mon cheri, are like a rainbow, leaving bright colors wherever you pass."

I took her hands in both of mine, my smile beaming from my heart. "You're very welcome, Simone. I'm happy, too, you know," I said as I nodded at at Renauld.

She glanced at her brother and shot him a fast question in French. He actually blushed, but nodded. "Bon," she said and nodded. "And about time as well."

"Uh," Robby said as he leaned in. "Kat, why is that girl kissing you?"

I suddenly realized Robby and Camden were both staring at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. The heat crept up my neck as I realized what they'd just witnessed. I let go of Simone's hands to turn towards them.

"S-Simone," I stammered. "This is my brother Robby and his friend Camden."

"I am pleased to meet you both," Simone said as she looked between them.

"This is Renauld's sister, Simone," I said as I wondered how to describe the situation I'd just found myself in.

"I must hurry to work," Simone said. "But I wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciate everything you have done." She turned to Robby and Camden. "Nice to meet you both. À tout à l’heure."

She was gone as fast as she appeared, leaving me bewildered with my stomach twisting in knots. Renauld was carefully studying his empty bowl while his blush faded.

"No secrets," Camden whispered to me with a sly grin.

"You first," I laughed. There was no way I was willing to say anything about what just happened. Renauld turned on his stool to look at Camden.

"I was planning on stealing Robby off to my hotel room while my friends are at the beach today. I'd love to go boating, but…" She trailed off as she ran her fingers down Robby's arm.

Robby wasn't paying attention. He still looked confused and tense. "What was that girl talking about? I thought you and Renauld were… I mean why did she kiss you? Who is Vicky?"

I leaned back into Renauld's waiting arms, seeking his comfort to still my pounding heart. "I'm not sure you really want to know."

Camden leaned against Robby's back and put her chin on his shoulder. "She means it's about s-e-x."

"I just want to make sure she's okay," Robby said to Camden, then looked back at me with a blush on his cheeks.

"We've been careful," I assured him, but when Renauld squeezed me harder I couldn't help smiling. "And it's been wonderful." I felt Renauld chuckle silently behind me.

"Okay," Robby said as Camden pulled him off the stool. "Sorry Cam, but I'm worried about Kat going off on a boat."

"You can come with us, but, fair warning, I swim in the nude," Renauld laughed.

"Hmmm." Camden whispered something in Robby's ear and he took a deep breath.

"Would it be too weird if we came, too?" he asked me.

"Not compared to what I've been up to for the last couple of days," I chuckled. "Come on."

The boat was an old wooden commercial fishing boat reconfigured for charter fishing. Renauld directed us as we learned to cast off from the pier where his cousin kept it docked.

Standing at the bow, the wind blew my hair back as we headed into the bay. Camden joined me after a while and leaned in to rub arms. I looked over my shoulder to see Robby and Renauld in the pilot house together, laughing about something.

"I had a talk with Robby about a few things," Camden said to me.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "Like what?"

"That I'm bi, for one." She gave me a significant look.

"I…" My heart was in my throat at her words. Being open about what happened to myself felt very different than admitting it to someone else. It took a moment for me to swallow again, then I nodded. "I suppose I must be, too, but Vicky's the only girl I've ever felt an attraction for."

"I thought so," Camden said as she took deep breaths of the sea air. "Bisexual is always lumped in with gay and straight, but it's not the same at all. I hate even bringing it up when I'm dating, because guys are like Cool, then you'll be down for a threesome."

I flinched at her sarcastic characterization of the cliché. "Actually, we had one last night. Vicky, Simone's girlfriend, is gay, but they have an open kind of thing. Renauld is totally straight. Well, as far as I know." I realized I'd have to ask him to be certain.

"I already figured it out and tried to explain it all to Robby." She smirked at me then. "I get your point about him now. He's the smartest dumb guy I've ever met. Totally brilliant when it comes to things like strategy and tactics, but I had to practically force him to kiss me last night because flirting doesn't work."

"Told ya," I sang with a chuckle. "I Love that big lug, but subtly isn't his strong suit."

"Anyway, being bi is harder than being gay or straight, as far as I'm concerned. It's about attraction at a deeper level than just the physical. My sexual urges don't even kick in until I like the person first, but I get the same mouth-watering desire regardless of gender. It was so confusing until I met someone in college who helped me understand it."

Everything suddenly clicked in my head and my mouth dropped open. "Exactly!"

Camden smiled and nodded. "I hoped that would help. Robby was a little freaked out at first, but I think he understands now."

"Thanks so much," I said and turned to hug her tight. "I hope you two hit it off. It's selfish, but I'd love to have you around for the moral support if I ever have to deal with Mom and Dad about this."

"We can be friends no matter what. I'll make sure you have my number and email before we leave the island."

I let go of her with a smile and turned back to the ocean. We were out of sight of other boats and the island was barely visible on the horizon behind us. The roar of the engine lowered and the boat slowed. Then Renauld came over and pushed the anchor off the edge of the deck. It made a huge racket as the chain clanked out until the anchor hit bottom, then he locked the chain down.

"We're here," Renauld said as he stripped off his shirt. "Who's up for a swim?"

We all began taking off our clothes, giving each other daring looks as we got past clothing and reached underwear. I hadn't seen my brother naked since we were kids. He now had a thick mat of public hair, but his flaccid cock didn't compare to the soft club swinging between Renauld's legs.

Camden was lush and curvy, with wide brown aerola capped with thick nipples. Like me, she had completely shaved her mons, but her inner lips didn't stick out like my pink ones did. She had a wonderful hip-to-waist ratio that made her as curvy as a sports car. She eyed me as well, but I couldn't read what she was thinking.

"You're a dancer," Renauld said to Camden with a grin.

She nodded. "I also did a little cheerleading back in the day." Camden was pink from more than the sun at his implied compliment.

Robby took two quick steps and dove off the prow with a loud laugh. It didn't take us long to join him in the warm sea water. Before he jumped in, Renauld threw out some floats and a net bag full of snorkels and flippers. I had smoothed my wet hair back when Renauld swam up to me treading water.

"Simone is right, mon arc en ciel," Renauld said over the splash of the waves against the boat. "My rainbow."

I moved closer and kissed him, both of us kicking to stay above water. His hands moved up to cup my naked breasts, making me gasp in his mouth.

"If you're gonna start my motor, we need to head back in the boat."

"Let's get masks and flippers first. I want to show you something beautiful."

Robby was holding onto the anchor chain with one hand while Camden was kissing him deeply. I smirked, but looked away to give them some privacy. Then I swam to where Renauld was pulling items from the net bag.

It took a few minutes to get the mask and fins adjusted, then he showed me how to use my snorkel. We swam away from the boat with our faces in the water, holding hands as we looked down through the clear, blue-green water.

The sea floor was covered in coral and brightly colored fish swam everywhere. I saw things I'd only ever seen on nature documentaries. Rays swam under us along the bottom, their slow wings pushing them along their way. Renauld pointed out spiny lobsters like those we'd had for lunch, their white and red stripes standing out as they ran along the sand. I was utterly blown away by the beauty of it all.

The water didn't appear more than a dozen feet deep, but I knew that was an illusion. Renauld pointed, then kicked down towards an old wooden boat laying on its side near a reef. I took a deep breath and followed him, my ears popping with the changing pressure. The fins made swimming faster so it didn't take long to reach the boat.

He grabbed on to the edge of the boat which was covered in a furry green algae. Rubbing his other hand over the bow, he revealed the name of the boat engraved in the wood under the plant growth. It read, Rainbow Promises.

I looked at Renauld through the mask, my heart in my throat. He touched his chest over his heart, then placed his hand on my naked breast. His sweet gesture made me blow air out my mask as he took my hand and led me to the surface.

We swam a little longer, hand-in-hand, angling back towards our boat. When we reached the ladder at the diving platform at the stern, I spat out my snorkel to catch my breath.

"You knew that boat was down there?" I panted as I grabbed the bottom rung.

"Of course," he said.

"Thank you," I gasped. "I want you so bad right now."

"I'm glad," he said with a happy grin. "Follow me."

I followed Renauld up the ladder watching his muscles flex as the seawater dripped on me. He took my hand to help me over the railing, but put his finger over his lips. Camden was moaning loudly somewhere near the front of the boat, making Renauld and I grin at each other.

I snuck over to where we'd taken off our clothes. Camden and Robby were on a lounge chair on the far side of the pilot house. Without raising my eyes, I gathered our clothes, then I followed Renauld down into the small cabin behind the pilot house.

"This is not what you deserve," Renauld whispered as he handed me a tattered beach towel to dry off.

The paint on the cabin's walls was peeling and dirty windows filtered the sunlight, but the bed along the hull looked clean enough and comfortable. "You're all I want."

He tasted of salt and warm sun as we kissed there by the bed. I pulled him down with me, my back against the hull and him laying where I could reach him. His body responded to my lingering touches, arousing him to a full erection.

Since Renauld had supplied the condom the night before, I still had one left in the back pocket of my shorts. I got it out, excited that I got to put it on someone for the first time.

Renauld had his hands behind his head, watching me with a grin. I tore the packet open with my teeth and withdrew the slippery roll. After I figured out which side rolled down, I placed it on the tip of his cock.

"You're really enjoying this," Renauld said.

"I've never done it myself before," I said as I rolled it down in stages. He was thick and it didn't want to go down easily.

"How may I please you?" he asked, intending to roll over and take control.

"Stay down," I said as I straddled his stomach. "I want to try it like this."

While I fumbled with his cock at my soaked opening, he kept still and silent. I finally got the position right and sat back slowly, letting him stretch and fill me in one smooth motion. He made such a wonderful sound, sighing as we came together.

"You feel so good," I murmured, enjoying the sensation without moving. "It feels different this way." Then he flexed his muscles and made his cock move inside me. "What the hell?" I hissed.

"Surprise," Renauld said as I lifted off slowly and sat back down.

"I love your cock," I whispered as I began to get lost. He allowed me to play and move at my own speed. I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders to grind my clit into him. He responded by reaching up to rub circles on my nipples with his thumbs while squeezing my breasts.

Electricity shot through me, raising the hairs on my arms and legs. I whimpered and begged him to continue. Moving faster, I felt my orgasm approaching like a slippery friend. Controlling the depth and pace allowed me to bring myself along faster.

"Cum for me, mon amour," he whispered.

No longer able to whisper myself, I closed my eyes and moaned as I sped up. The moans turned to cries with each stroke as he lifted his hips to fill me more.

"Oh fuck! So good!" I ground down harder, practically bouncing on his shaft. He continued to rub my breasts and called for me to cum for him. I was teetering on the edge when he leaned up to suck one nipple into his mouth. It was hard, almost painfully so, but his lips pushed me over into a wordless shriek of pleasure.

When I collapsed against his chest, he lifted his knees between my legs and began to fuck me hard and fast. The salt on his neck made him taste so good to me. He began to quicken inside me, his shaft thickening as he grunted louder with each stroke.

"Cum in me! I want to feel you!"

He moved his hands down to cup my ass and press me down into his strokes. I had just cum and was so sensitive that he easily brought me to the edge again. I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as I came, pulsing around the thick cock that was nearly splitting me open.

"Mon dieu, je suis là!"

I felt him push in deep, his breath hot in my ear as another kind of warmth spread deep inside. For a moment I wished I was on the pill so I could let him really fill me up. Kissing him like mad, I ate his lips, his chin… his tears.

I opened my eyes and pushed up. He had tears in his eyes and cheeks as he turned away.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I wiped the tears away.

"Ce n'est rien," he whispered, clearly embarrassed at his emotional response. "It's nothing. Really."

"It's been special for me, too," I guessed and saw a smile flicker before he schooled his man-face again.

"You are kind to say," he said. "I don't know how you can affect me so much."

I sat up and held the condom on as I lifted off of him. I was sore again, but it still felt wonderful. He was subdued as we dressed together, but it seemed more reflective than upset.

Robbie and Camden were dressed and leaning over the bow of the boat when we came around the pilot house. Camden had a glow about her that I felt in my own face. Robby was suppressing a smile and avoiding my eyes.

"Too weird?" I asked him.

"It was pretty weird," he sighed, but he looked at me with a healthy blush. "But I guess I'll live."

"I need to get back so I can make it to work, but I hope you had fun," Renauld said with a delighted smile.

"Don't worry, we definitely did," Camden said for us all. Robby took her hand and smiled at her with the same kind of wonderful looks Renauld had been giving me. "Thank you so much for letting us come along."

Renauld winched up the anchor, then I followed him into the pilot house. I wanted to hang on to that closeness I'd found with him. He started the motor and brought the boat about to head back to port.

Robby had his arm around Camden's waist up at the bow. She leaned her head over to rest it on his shoulder, making me smile at the sight. Even if it was all just Summer Lovin', oh those summer nights…

A large yacht was pulling out of the port when we were heading back in. It was sleek and white, with people standing on the back deck holding beers. Robby pointed at the people and yelled something to me with a worried look on his face. I took another look and saw our sister, Sarah, standing with a crowd of people that looked like they just walked out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog.

"Was that Sarah?" Robby shouted as he got around to the pilot house door.

"Yeah," I said as my eyes followed the boat. Sarah was gesturing broadly like she did when she was drunk. An older guy put his arm around her shoulders and forced his lips on hers. She was struggling to push him away, but he was too strong. "Oh Fuck!"

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