Island Fever Ch. 41

Chapter 41: "Hospitality"

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After a sudden (and unexpected) change of plans concerning our pending vacation and its itinerary, the date was Monday, July 22, 2013, and I found myself seated in the first-class cabin of an Air France luxury jetliner as it flew somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.

To my immediate left was my beloved fiancee, Kristanna, who I would be marrying a little more than four weeks from now. Her head was comfortably resting upon my shoulder, her mouth slightly ajar, as she caught a much-needed snooze.

In the two seats behind us, Devon and Amy were occupying themselves with idle chatter concerning places to go and see once we reached our ultimate destination. Leafing through a wide variety of travel guides, Devon and Amy took turns rattling off ideas on just which places interested them most.

But the pair of individuals in the two seats directly across from Kristanna and yours truly - in the center aisle - had been commandeering the majority of my attention. Trish and Lindsay had been cuddling and whispering like kittens into each others' ears ever since the aircraft departed the Greater Cincinnati International Airport (in Covington, Kentucky) some four hours ago. They did not care what any of the other passengers throughout the first-class cabin, or the crew itself, thought of their continued display, either.

Only halfway through our flight, I recently had to toss a heavy jacket over my lap to hide the bulging erection that was stationed within my trousers. Watching two beautiful blondes such as Trish and Lindsay endlessly coo and cavort with each other, with their innocent giggles and squealy banter mixed in, was somehow highly arousing to me. It even got to the point where I had a slip an arm underneath the jacket, and gently stroke myself.

Every so often, Trish and Lindsay would turn and make eye contact with me, or Devon or Amy, or Kristanna before she fell asleep, and give friendly smiles. The two ladies snickered in unison just a few moments ago, once they realized that I was rubbing the bulge within my trousers, with the jacket over top of my lap, while continuing to gawk at them.

Lindsay licked her lips at me and made a motion toward the nearby lavatory with her head, silently asking me if I wanted to step inside and join the mile-high club with her. It was tempting, indeed, but I was too modest of a man to go in there with her with so many others around. When I shook my head at her in response, Lindsay made a face and stuck her tongue out at me in defiance. But then she giggled again.

It sure had been a whirlwind past seven days for me and my lovely entourage of women. Last Monday, Lindsay was set to return to her hometown of Cincinnati after six weeks on the private island that I owned in the South Pacific, and actually took off in the helicopter that would fly to her to the mainland. The pilot, Kevin, would then see to it that she make it safe and sound to the airport and board her airplane. But Lindsay had a change of heart shortly after departing the island, however, and demanded that Kevin immediately return her. She suddenly realized that her true home was with us (but even more importantly, with me).

In a series of events that still seem like a blur to me, Lindsay came crashing through the front door of my estate once I thought she was forever gone and professed her undying love and devotion for me, claiming that she would sacrifice everything in her life to be with me. She wanted to expound on her relationship with Kristanna, Devon and Amy, and, best of all, Lindsay wanted to rekindle her romance with Trish. Everything happened so quickly!

Originally, Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Amy and yours truly were going to depart the Jorge Chávez International Airport in Lima, Peru this past Thursday for a flight to Amsterdam in The Netherlands, where we would then board a connecter for our ultimate destination of Oslo, Norway. Once there, we would get a rental vehicle and drive out to Kristanna's family farm in Sandvika, which was 15 kilometers (9 miles) west of Oslo. Our plan was stay there until August 23, 2013, which was the date that Kristanna and I were to wed.

But with Lindsay now back in the fold, it only seemed natural that we make a stop in Cincinnati and spend a couple of days there before embarking for Norway. Not only was it Lindsay's home and where her family was located, but Amy lived in the area too and I was actually born there. Thus, I had family in Cincinnati as well.

The six of us would spend the overwhelming bulk of our vacation in Norway because it was for Kristanna and she had been looking to it for weeks. But we all agreed to spend four nights in Cincinnati beforehand.

After touching down there on Thursday evening, we were whisked across town via limousine to The Westin, which was Cincinnati's most luxurious downtown hotel. Cincinnati is a sleepy city and unless there is a sporting event happening there at night, it is usually often deserted. Because of this, it was my kind of town.

I arranged for a rental car, then Lindsay and I ventured some 20 miles north to the house where she lived with her mother and three sisters. None of them had any clue that we were here now; Lindsay spoke to each member of her family on Monday over the telephone, and told them through gobs of tears that she had decided to stay on the island and start a life with me. Tonight was going to be a surprise for them.

(And let it be noted - Lindsay removed the red streaks from her otherwise blonde hair on Wednesday evening. Her mother, she claimed, would never approve of them).

"But I'm getting new ones put in when we go to Norway!"

I stood idly by and took in the joyous screams and happy hugs that encompassed Lindsay's initial reunion with her family. The three sisters - Jennifer (age 23), Gina (20) and Alison (16) looked very similar to Lindsay in style and appearance (although I felt Lindsay was more attractive than all of them combined). When I first saw the mother, Leslie, I knew she was where Lindsay got her beauty from.

"Meet Jeremy; HE'S MY FIANCE!" was how Lindsay formally introduced me to Leslie and her sisters. "Jeremy and I are getting married!" Of course, with the financial aid and generosity I had provided this family over the past several weeks, albeit from thousands of miles away, they were quick to invite me into their home and make me feel most welcome.

"Someone wants to meet you!" Lindsay said to me, her voice full of excitement, when she brought Jennifer's precious 12-month old daughter, Katherine, over to me on the sofa. "Would you like to hold her, Jeremy?"

When I cradled the infant in my arms, I felt a certain sense of peace wash over me all at once. One day, I wanted this. One day, I was going to be a father.

"Are you and Jeremy going to be busy making babies of your own sometime soon in the future?" Jennifer asked.

"You know we will!" Lindsay squealed in response, my eyes now looming and about to burst due to her bold proclamation.

The following day, I went with Lindsay and her family to the Cincinnati Museum of Natural History located downtown. Neither of us had breathed a word yet about Kristanna, Devon, Trish or Amy; not only did Lindsay want to keep her bisexual tendencies a secret from her family, but she certainly did not want them to know that we were actually part of a relationship with a grand total of six people in it.

After returning to the family home for a scrumptious dinner and party afterward, I got to sleep on the living room sofa for the second night in a row. I made a mental night to buy them a new sofa as well. This one they had was old, and it was an absolute killer on my back.

In the morning - on Saturday - I told the family that I had some business to tend to, and I was going to leave Lindsay here until picking her up on Sunday evening. On Monday, we told them, she and I were going on a flight to Norway.

"Why would you POSSIBLY want to go to Norway?" was Gina's question. She seemed dumbfounded at the mere idea.

"Because Jeremy has a wedding to attend there!"

"It's not his own ... is it?" Alison asked, her eyes wide.

"Don't be silly!" Lindsay shot back at her little sister.

In reality, the only business I had to tend to was the other four ladies I had left behind at the hotel two nights ago. My plan was to leave Lindsay here and let her spend the weekend with her family, while I returned to the hotel and snatched Kristanna, and took her to see my own family.

But my oldest brother, Dan, and my sister, Di, had already met Kristanna in the past when they came to visit the island. The gathering place today was Di's house; both respective families were there to greet us. My mom was there for the proceedings as well; it had been a long time since I had seen her, and it was a happy reunion. After four years of courtship, I told everyone, Kristanna and I were officially engaged and would wed next month in Norway.

I already had travel packages ready for anyone who wanted to attend, although I am certain the overseas flight seemed quite daunting to my own young nephews and nieces. Dan was not in the best of health, and I feared he may decline the long trip. But I told everyone that all of their expenses would be paid for and taken care of.

Although I was not on the greatest of terms with my brother and sister, I asked them both to make the trip and stressed how important it was for them to be there on my momentous day. I already knew my mother would not miss it for anything. I also wanted my oldest niece, Chelsea (who had always been very special to me) to go, as well as two aunts of mine from North Carolina, Cecilia and Joyce (both of whom were not present). Of course, my father, who lived in California, was a given.

"All of yew vill enyoy Norvay so very much, ya," Kristanna suddenly chimed in, breaking out that wacky accent of hers which I thought had been forever put to rest. I glared at her as she continued in (mock) broken English, "It be a beautiful country vid good people, and da vedding vill be even more beautiful!" She then finished in her own native language, cooing, "Jeg elsker Jeremy så mye!"

Kristanna looked back at me and offered a shrug of the shoulders. I quickly remembered that she had used that accent in the past while Dan and Di had been visiting me on the island. Perhaps that was why she decided to use it now - so the drastic change in her voice would not confuse them? What about at the wedding, though? Surely, Kristanna could not use that accent in front of all of her friends and family...

Over the course of the next ten hours, Kristanna's quirky attitude (not to mention that accent) took center stage and became the focal point of my family reunion. I got to sit back and listen to Kristanna tell my family many of her wild stories and shenanigans which had made me laugh so many times over the years. Oftentimes, she exaggerated the accent so much that it was difficult for some in my family to even understand what she was saying. Still, Kristanna was the life of the party and continually had everyone in stitches.

In the end, the ones who I wanted to attend our wedding - my closest and most dear family members - all agreed to take the 4,100 mile flight across the Atlantic. The only two exceptions were my two aunts from North Carolina, but I knew that all it would take to get them to go would be a simple telephone call. Cecilia and Joyce treated me like a son.

"I have a good mind to take you back to the hotel, put you over my knee, and give your ass a beating," I informed Kristanna (in a playful way, of course), as she and I got into the rental car that evening outside my sister's house.

"I would like to see you try!" she giggled back at me, obviously knowing that I was referring to her all-day use of that wild and zany accent.

Two things I should point out, a) I was not yet at the point where I wanted to tell my family the true extent of my relationship (although my father actually knew about all of the girls and was fine with it) and b) I was unable to contact my estranged brother, Steve, who lived deep in the back-woods of Kentucky and was used to brushes with the law. Some how, some way, I wanted him to make it to Norway, too. It did not matter that he was the black sheep of the family. Steve was my brother, and I had to find a way to get in touch with him, and convince him to come to Norway.

Once arriving back at the hotel on Saturday night, I made love to Kristanna with reckless abandon as Devon, Trish and Amy sat by and watched, and encouraged us on. Soon, they got into the action as well, and it became a frenzied five-some. I fell asleep that evening with a big smile...

Sunday was my turn to take Amy out and gallivant in front of her mother and father, who lived a mere 20 minutes from Lindsay's house, that I was her fiance.

The tone with Amy's parents, however, was quite different than what I had experienced the previous three days. Amy's parents - Robert and Kathleen - were very reserved and not that talkative, and did not seem too interested in hearing Amy's portrayal of her six weeks on the island. "I met Jeremy, who was vacationing there at the resort as well, and we instantly fell in love and have been inseparable since."

Originally, I wanted to spend the entire day with Amy's parents and get to know them, but we mutually agreed to part ways in mid-afternoon. I was just not getting a good vibe from them. Amy was quite upset, naturally, claiming her parents were generally insensitive toward everyone.

"That's just how they are," she fretted. "They even treat me that way most of the time, and I am their only child. This was the first time they saw in me six weeks, and they did not even seem to care! Nor did they seem to care when I said that I finally found a man - you - who actually makes me feel warm and special inside!"

Meeting Robert and Kathleen, however, gave me an additional insight into Amy's mental disorder and her overall lack of social skills. Her mother and father, it seemed, sure did not provide her with a lot of love and support over the years. It obviously hurt Amy very much, and stunted her in many ways.

After dropping Amy off at the hotel, I drove back in the very same direction and picked Lindsay up at her family's house. Lindsay could not tell them when she would return for another visit ("Jeremy is a busy man who travels the world over for meetings quite often!"), but hoped it would be soon. Then it was back to the hotel for us and, for the first time since our initial arrival on Thursday evening, I was reunited with all five of my lovely ladies.

What this meant, of course, was that this was Trish's first time seeing Lindsay in approximately 72 hours. As a result, Trish had a lot of pent-up sexual desire for Lindsay inside of her, and promptly took her to one of the little side rooms in our hotel suite and closed the door behind them. Within moments, there were cries of lust and passion from both ladies reverberating throughout the walls.

"I'm so glad those two are back together!" Devon swooned.

On Monday, our airline flight from Cincinnati to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, was not scheduled to depart until 4:05pm. This allowed me to take all of the girls out in the morning and early afternoon. The highlight was a trip to the Newport Aquarium. I had fun teasing Lindsay at the shark exhibit, telling her that one of them was going to bust through the glass and have her for dinner. She did not seem to appreciate my playful banter, though.

I recently learned that Lindsay had a certain phobia when it came to sharks. She was afraid to go out into the ocean - even a tiny bit - unless I was there to protect her.

Back in the present time - aboard the Air France jetliner as it flew across the Atlantic - more giggles from Trish and Lindsay brought me out of a momentary sleep. I glanced over at Kristanna, who was still snoozing to my left, then focused on Trish and Lindsay in the adjacent center section to the right. They now had a blanket over them, and were giggling and carrying on as if they were headed to their honeymoon.

The thought then occurred to me that with everything Trish had been through with Lindsay, this probably did feel like a honeymoon to her. I had never seen Trish any happier than she was during these past seven days. Lindsay seemed happy and relieved, too. She really enjoyed being with Trish.

Of course, my cock was still hard, and I gently stroked it underneath the jacket I had earlier placed across my lap. My mind began to drift, and I envisioned what it would be like if Trish and Lindsay decided to throw caution to the wind, and make love together right here on the airplane.

In my mind's eye, I saw Lindsay climb on top of Trish's lap and straddle her, as the Canadian dutifully helped her out of her silky blouse and bra. As the other passengers looked on in sheer awe and lust, the two ladies would kiss passionately, before Lindsay stepped out to the aisle and slinked her little skirt downward, only to then bend over the seat and allow Trish to sample her goodness from behind. Perhaps I could stand up as well, then plug her little mouth full with this aching erection within my trousers.

My eyes closed, the fantasy started to become even more vivid and exciting, but I was quickly jarred back to reality when I sensed a delicate female's hand upon my crotch. It took the place of my own hand, and began to frig away.

Startled, I turned toward Kristanna and realized that she was staring right back at me with a bright, vibrant smile. I glanced downward, then gulped my throat. Her forearm was hidden underneath the jacket as well, but one could easily tell that it was moving up-and-down at a torrid, brisk pace.

"Why whack yourself off when you can have someone else do it for you? Namely ... me?" She even unzipped my pants and fished my cock out, and then stroked it faster.

Across the way, Trish and Lindsay were now looking at us, but their eyes were cast downward and focused upon my lap. Each of them clearly knew that Kristanna was taking care of me right now. They giggled yet again, then Trish whispered sweet nothings into Lindsay's ear. The young vixen responded by fixating her eyes upon mine, only to bring a finger to her open, sweet mouth, and point at it.

"When you make him cum and it gets over your hand," I heard Devon tell Kristanna from behind us, "save some for me, baby."

"You know I will," Kristanna promised her.

"Cocktails, anyone?" the airline stewardess announced to the first-class passengers, with a beverage cart in tow.

"Oh, I'd love a cocktail right about now," Amy told her. "Give me the hardest and wettest one you got..."

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"Look at her!" Trish exclaimed, motioning toward Kristanna, as my bride-to-be was driving the rental car with the rest of our little group packed into the vehicle as well. "She is like a kid in a candy store!" Trish added. "She can't wait!"

Kristanna bit her lower lip and announced to us, "My family farm is just up over this next hill..."

For the rest of my life, I will never forget the look of absolute joy which flashed across Kristanna's face once the farm that she grew up on - in Sandvika, Norway - finally came into view. Not only did she have to deal with the emotion of returning home after six-plus weeks of being gone, but Kristanna had an entire entourage with her - us. But most of all, I truly believe, what got Kristanna more than anything else was the simple fact that I was here.

For the past four years, Kristanna had tried in vain to get me to move to Norway with her. At the very least, she wanted me to come for a visit. But I was quite stubborn and, looking at and viewing her as a friend instead of a soul-mate and lover in those earlier days, I saw no real reason to go to Norway. If I could go back in time and do it all over again, though, I would have agreed to come here for a visit - even while we were still just friends. Considering how many 7,000 mile trips she had made in her life to spend time with me on the island, it was the least I could have done for her.