Club Azure

"So thank you for coming to spend the week with us. If you need anything, just ask. Otherwise, enjoy yourselves!" He stepped away from the microphone and everyone cheered and applauded.

There was dull roar in the banquet hall as people began to pick up their cards and ask the questions.

******

"You were sitting down first," Jason said, pointing to his mother.

"Only because you pulled out my chair for me."

"A rule's a rule. I don't make them." He smiled and she gave him a dirty look, followed by a dry smile.

She picked up her card. "Where are you from?" she asked. "Oh, that's easy," she said, laughing. "Ohio." Everyone seemed relieved when they answered such an easy question. That question led to a few others regarding parts of states, moving around, etc.

Table nine wasn't so lucky. "What was your first experience together?" Grace asked. "Great," she said, to everyone's laughter. "Starting off with an easy one." She looked at Pres and smiled.

"You want me to tell it?"

"If you want," she offered.

"My sister tried to kill me in her new apartment, felt guilty about it and used her body to keep me quiet." Everyone laughed, especially when she hit him in the arm.

"What REALLY happened," she began, "Is that I had bought some furniture at a garage sale..."

The table guests became more comfortable with each other and with their own stories as they shared. They began answering the questions more honestly over dinner and asking and answering each other about their relationship and some of the struggles they had. Galen Malroy walked among the tables greeting his guests and thanking them for coming. He never stayed very long at any one table, wanting them to connect to one another, not focus on him. He did not mention that Cheryl had passed two years ago from a long, drawn-out neurological disorder. He missed her so much, but he knew that if she were here at his side, she would be very pleased by the growing event and the smiles on the guests' faces as they connected.

******

"Our dad used to beat our mom," Erin began, looking over at Cory. "One day I came home and mom was cleaning out cuts on Cory's hand. Cory had walked in on dad beating her again and he beat the shit out of him and dumped him on the lawn. I don't know what it was about him that day, but I was overwhelmed and made a move. We ended up having sex right then and that just kicked everything off. Soon enough we got mom involved. Cory didn't know that mom and I had already been messing around for a while. We were all so happy." She hung her head and blotted at a tear with her napkin. "Last year she died of an aggressive pancreatic cancer." Some offered their condolences, while others just nodded solemnly.

"Erin found the info for this trip because apparently mom had already planned to bring us. That's the only way we knew about this place. She had already paid for it, so we are going to make the most of it." He held Erin's hand as he spoke. There was a moment of silence. The other guests at the table began asking questions about Michelle, and it helped Cory and Erin grieve a little. They felt comforted and surrounded, even though these people were perfect strangers. "Since she wanted to bring us here, we brought a couple of her things that we want to remember her by so she can be here with us in a way." More questions and statements of support for the brother and sister came before Erin said that they should probably get back to answering the questions.

"Thank you for sharing that with us," said Valerie. She cleared her throat and took a sip of wine. "As for us, our relationship was someone else's idea, at least initially..."

******

"That was fun," giggled Lily, flopping back on the bed as soon as they walked in. Austin crawled on top of her.

"You were fun," he said, kissing her.

"I'm going to be all kinds of fun this week," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, more deeply this time.

"Are we going to that party tonight?" he asked quietly.

"Mmhmm, but it's not for a couple of hours. Soooooo," she sighed, stretching her arms over her head, "Why don't you eat my pussy so we can fuck before we go?"

"Why should I eat your pussy?" he asked with disgust. He whispered, "It tastes funny."

She pouted a little. "Not mine. You know she's delicious."

"Fiiiiine," he said, rolling his eyes as he pushed up off the bed. "I guess I'll eat your pussy. You're not going to come in my mouth, are you?"

"Probably," she giggled. "Unless you suck at eating me out."

He unzipped her skirt on the side. "You're going to want to get rid of that top," he said, pulling her skirt and panties down. "After I fuck you, I'm going to spray all over your body."

"Eeewww," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Your cum is disgusting, but I guess I'll let you since you're nice enough to eat my gross pussy." She pulled off the blouse and removed her bra. "You're not going to wear that, are you?"

"I guess not," he shrugged before pulling the polo shirt over his head. Lily looked at his chest and became a little wetter. She touched herself with her brother watching as he unbuckled and dropped his pants and underwear. A moment later, they were both naked. "You're so beautiful," he told her, kneeling down. She moaned quietly, spreading her knees apart so he could get closer, plus she just wanted to show him her flower; it was wet and ready for his tongue.

She gasped at his first touch and placed her hand on his head while her other hand tweaked her nipples. He licked at her gently, exploring her lips and mound and inner thighs with his mouth. She pulled her knees up and out, planting her feet on the bed to give him all the access he wanted. He knew just how to please her and again he didn't disappoint. He dipped his tongue down to swirl at her anus and she loved it.

"Lick my ass, baby," she whined. "Just like that. Oooh, you're making me feel so good." Soon enough he had two fingers inside her pussy, pumping them in and out steadily as he paid more attention to her clit with his tongue. It wasn't long before she was crying out and wailed through her release.

"Oh, my god, I needed that," she sighed. "But I need you inside me now."

Austin kissed his way up her body, stopping briefly to suck on each nipple, and slid his turgid rod all the way into her as they kissed.

She moaned into his mouth and whispered, "Fuck, that's good." He withdrew most of the way and pressed back into her, picking up the pace a little more until they were screwing at a steady rhythm.

"You're so tight, Lil," he groaned. "You feel so good."

She pulled him down and kissed him, then nibbled his ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me all week. I want to fuck you all over this island and the other ones. I want to ride you and I want you to plow into me. I want you to cover me in your cum, to cum in my pussy, my mouth, my ass. I want you to be completely drained when we leave, and I want to spoil you for any other woman."

He began grunting and plowing her harder as she talked. She was becoming breathless, her own orgasm quickly building. "Oh, god!" she cried, circling her clit and grabbing at the sheets. "I'm coming on my brother's cock!" she squealed, clamping around him and shuddering as she came.

Austin continued fucking her hard, trying to arrive at his own release quickly. He latched onto her nipple again and drove into her hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before slamming into her again. The fire behind his balls and the knot in his stomach warned him that he was about to fire off into his tiny sister.

"Fuck, Lil!" he cried, pulling out. Immediately, her tiny hand gripped him and jerked him right over her pussy. He blasted several streams of thick cum over her stomach, her right nipple, her neck and dribbled into her brown pubic hair. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, out of breath. "Wow."

"You like that?" she asked with a giggle.

He turned his head to look at her. "Did you really mean all that stuff?" he asked.

"Absolutely. I plan on going home bowlegged."

"Oh, my god," he sighed, shaking his head.

******

Grace's tits bounced as she rode Presley's cock, crying out with pleasure. "Fuck me, Pres," she cried. "Fuck my pussy!"

"Here it comes," he cried. He grabbed her by the hips and held her in place as his climax erupted inside her, pulse after pulse shooting his sperm into her velvet passage.

"Come inside me," she prompted quietly, rocking on his shaft as he continued to spray. "Fill my pussy." Circling on his cock stimulated her clit enough that she was able to ride out her own small but warm climax. She lay down on his chest and kissed him. They lay like that for a few minutes before she suggested a quick shower before the party.

******

Jason once again looked down at the gorgeous brunette bobbing her head on his young cock in an effort to clean him of their combined juices. He had just been fucking her from behind with her head on the bed and her ass up in the air, her screams muffled by the bedspread. He still couldn't believe sometimes that his mother had such a dirty mouth. Some of the stuff she would say during sex was amazingly hot. And the way she would move, her hips circling, her ass bouncing, even the look in her eyes sometimes... holy shit, she was hot. Valerie was an incredibly skilled and passionate lover.

She settled back onto her heels and squeezed her own tits at his feet. "All clean," she said. "I guess we'd better get ready for the party," she sighed, standing up and walking to the suitcase. She pulled out a thin cotton sundress with a mix of bright colors, all large flower patterns, and slipped it right over her head. She quickly adjusted her tits and smoothed the dress out. "Ready," she smiled.

"That's it?" asked Jason, surprised to see his mother had not put on any underwear.

"Mmm, I do feel a little bare. I guess I should wear a little something under this dress, huh?" She didn't wait for him to answer, but instead, pulled out a small velvet bag and withdrew a glass butt plug. She looked him in the eye as she gave it a sloppy wet blowjob, sucking and licking on it until it was dripping. She held it out to him with a smile, her eyebrows raised in question.

Jason gulped and stood. Walking toward her, he took it from her hand. She pulled her skirt up over her waist and, keeping her legs straight, placed her palms flat on the bed. "Go ahead," she purred.

Her son looked at her beautiful ass and then at the plug and back again.

"What are you waiting for, honey? Plug my ass for me." He pulled one cheek to the side and pressed the dull point against her anal opening. He pushed in slowly, bringing a gasp and sigh from his mother, before her opening practically slammed shut around the narrowed base. "Mmmm, perfect," she moaned, standing and shaking her hips a little. Thank you, baby." She kissed him on the cheek. "Let's go brush our teeth and get the pussy taste out. We don't want anyone getting the wrong idea about us."

******

"Daddyyyyy!" Carly cried as her father slammed into her from behind. Her voice echoed through the large glass-enclosed shower. Their lovemaking was punctuated by the rhythmic slapping of his groin against her wet ass.

Damn, Mark thought, she looks just like her mother. Also like her mother, Carly enjoyed him gripping her body during sex, and took pleasure in knowing he couldn't control himself. She cried out again when she felt his wet thumb press against her dark brown backdoor. As Mark pushed his cock into her, the dark lips pulled at him, but when he withdrew, the bright pink insides clung to him, exposing itself for just a second before retreating again.

"I love your finger in my ass, Daddy!" she moaned, turning her head to look over her shoulder. Her black hair was dripping, matted to the side of her face where the shower spray had matted it there. She pinched her own nipple, the hard nub firing jolts of pleasure straight down to her invaded cunt. It wasn't long before she came on his throbbing organ.

"Oh, fuck, angel," he groaned. "You're so tight!"

"I want to stay young for my daddy's big cock." He groaned at her answer. "Do you think everyone will know my daddy fucked me and had his finger in my ass?" she asked.

"Carly!" he cried.

She immediately pulled off him and took him straight into her mouth, sucking hard and bobbing her head, taking what she could in her mouth while jerking him with her hand. He grunted and flooded her mouth with his seed. She moaned and swallowed, sucking and swallowing and taking everything he gave her. Mark collapsed against the tiled shower wall, watching his daughter stand and smile before turning around to rinse out her mouth and to clean up her dripping pussy. She turned around and ran a soapy hand around his groin, kissing him as she did. "Come on, daddy," she said, rinsing the soap from her hand. "We don't want to be late."

******

"Dr. Fields!"

Judy turned around and smiled as she corrected Aubrey once again.

"Sorry. Judy. Right. I missed you at dinner. I thought we would be sitting together."

Judy laughed. "I invited you to be my guest, not my companion. I'm sure we'll see each other throughout the week and maybe the four of us can share a meal or two, but I invited you here so that you and your brother could enjoy each other's company, not mine."

"Oh." Aubrey looked relieved. "I thought something was wrong."

"Oh, not at all," Judy smiled. She turned to look at Lucas. "Are you having a good time?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded. "We met some really nice people at dinner and tomorrow we're parasailing."

"Parasailing? I haven't tried that. I've watched others do it here while I sat on the beach drinking a daiquiri," she laughed, touching Lucas' arm. "It looks invigorating. I'm sure you'll have a good time."

Just then, Grant walked up, carrying two drinks. "Hello, Lucas. Aubrey." They returned his greetings. "Are you drinking tonight?" he asked.

"I think so," answered Lucas.

"There's plenty to go around," said Grant. "If you'll excuse us, I think we're going to mingle a little." Judy told them good-bye and turned by her brother's side, walking toward one of the large bonfires on the beach.

"Let's drink," he said.

"Sounds good to me. And after we meet a few people, maybe we'll take a walk alone?" Lucas arched an eyebrow, smiling at her insinuation.

******

"I've never been asked that before," Galen smiled, sitting at a small table in one of the gazebos. Across from him sat a young couple, Stacy and Thomas.

"We know it won't be legal," Thomas said, holding Stacy's hand. She nodded enthusiastically before taking a sip of her rum and coke.

Galen sat back in his seat. "Why now? Why do you want to get married here?"

"Because we can have an audience. We can have people know about our commitment to each other and support it. Isn't that what this whole week is about?"

"Yes," he laughed, "I suppose it is."

"We don't want to make a big deal out of it," Thomas added. We can just do it maybe around sunset on the beach. It won't even take any set-up or chairs or anything..."

"Oh, absolutely not," he said, shaking his head.

"We understand," Stacy said, downcast.

"No, no, I don't mean I absolutely won't marry you." She looked up at him again. "What I mean is we won't just throw it together so that it seems unimportant. We're going to do it right!"

"What? Do you mean it?"

"Of course I mean it!" laughed Galen.

"We'll pay you, of course," Thomas interjected.

"Please," he said, "Keep your money." He thought for a second, looking up at the gazebo overhead. "Thursday night is the luau. Torch dancers, pig roast, hula dancers, the whole bit. What do you think about having your wedding right before it and the luau can be your reception?"

Stacy squealed, "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely!" he laughed, overjoyed.

Stacy jumped up and reached over to hug his neck excitedly. He laughed and hugged her back. Thomas stood and shook his hand when Stacy released him, the smile unable to fade. "I can't believe this," she sighed, grasping Thomas' hand and kissing him fully on the lips. "Thank you so much!" she breathed. "When T told me he wanted to marry me, we both knew it could never happen. Even though no one else will recognize our marriage, we will. We'll know forever that we are husband and wife, and you will be the one to make that happen."

"Believe me, it will be my pleasure. Now," he said, "If you'll excuse me, I have a wedding to plan." He smiled before turning to walk toward the front sidewalk.

"Can you believe it?" she asked Thomas. "We're going to be married."

"I can't tell you how happy I am to be marrying you, Stace."

"I know. Me, too." Thomas kissed her gently, his tongue barely tracing her lip. A tingle ran through her stomach to her pussy and her nipples stiffened at his touch.

She felt Thomas growing harder against her and pulled back to look into his eyes. "We won't stay long at this party, right?"

"Not long at all."

******

The small bluish-white lights illuminating the walking path to the lagoon, reflected off the twins' fair skin. Dawn's dress was short and thin, perfect for a tropical vacation, and Travis' black shorts and green golf shirt complemented his features well, at least according to Dawn. Each held a drink in one hand and their other hand was laced with their siblings'.

"This is so nice," sighed Dawn. "I can't believe we're here."

"Me, neither." He looked over at her. "And you're absolutely beautiful."

She smiled and looked down. "You're so good to me."

"I love you, Dawn. More than anyone." She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked for a moment. "Here it is," he said, nodding to a small sign with only an arrow pointing down a narrow path.

"Are you sure this is it?" asked Dawn, uncertain.

"No," he smiled. "But this is what Clarence said to look for. He said we couldn't possibly get lost because it dead ends at the spring, and is the only trail leading out from it. She nodded. He pulled out his phone, letting go of her hand. She held onto the tail of his shirt as he used the flashlight on his phone to light their way down the trail. It was pretty short, and very flat, free from roots and weeds. In a matter of about five minutes, they had arrived and saw a small pool in the rocks.

"Thank you, Clarence," smiled Dawn. She reached down and scooped some water with her hand. "It's warm," she said, looking up at her brother, who stood behind her. He put his phone away and after a moment their eyes began to adjust to the darkness, allowing the infinite number of stars and the large moon to illuminate their private time together.

Dawn stood and turned to Travis, looking at him sensually while she pulled her shirt up and off. She wore a tiny black bra, which encased and lifted her breasts, drawing Trav's attention. She shimmied out of her skirt after dropping her shirt on a large rock, exposing her tiny black bikini panties.

Travis just stared until Dawn broke the silence by clearing her throat. "Aren't you going to get rid of that shirt at least, before I remove anything else?

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Dawn. You're just so..." He shook his head as he looked her up and down lovingly.

"I know," she smiled. "You don't have to explain."

Travis pulled his shirt over his head and drew a similar look from Dawn that he had given her. She didn't move to undress further, so after a couple of seconds he reached to unsnap his shorts and pull the zipper down. She watched as he pushed his shorts down, exposing the obvious bulge in his blue boxer briefs.

"Is that for me?" she asked as she stepped toward him.

"Nope. I got it at dinner and it just hasn't gone down yet."

"Was it that girl with the big tits? She was pretty hot," she smiled, caressing his chest.