Letters from Blackwell Island Pt. 03

"Of course I do, wo'an!" he answered me gruffly, sounding rather cross that I would suggest that he didn't care for her.

"And you've always said she's the "free spirit" of the family," I went on. "I wouldn't be at all surprised if coming here isn't her first ever brush with naturism."

Patrick simply shrugged in response, which signalled to me that I was most likely correct in that assumption. So I used it to press on.

"Which means I can assume she's pretty open-minded," I continued. "So seeing her kid brother in the nude would probably be no big deal for her whatsoever."

Once again, he simply shrugged. I know that whenever he goes quiet like this that I've basically won the argument. It was time to go in for the kill, and put the matter to bed.

"And if she already is a naturist, that probably means that she's insanely jealous of you actually living here," I said with a lopsided grin.

That finally caused him to smile a wry smile of his own.

"Oh, she definitely would!" he chuckled.

Over the course of the rest of that day I gradually wore down his resistance. I could tell that he definitely still had reservations about allowing Niamh to come and stay with us, but at least it wasn't a flat out "no" anymore. That evening I made him reply to her email, telling her that we would love her to come and stay with us for a while, and that we, as in I, would make the necessary arrangements with Blackwell's immigration department right away.

Two weeks later, Niamh arrived on the island, almost a year to the day in fact, since Patrick and I first set foot here ourselves. I had planned a big barbecue to celebrate with all our new-found friends for our one year anniversary, and had decided that it would be nice to share the occasion with Patrick's sister.

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"I still can't believe I let you talk me into this," Patrick grumbled as we watched the weekly flight from Honolulu coming in to land at the airport.

"You never could resist my womanly wiles," I chuckled.

"Yeah, you're damned right there, wo'an!" he groused. "Sure I can be such a gullible eejit sometimes!"

"Aww, you're not gullible, my love," I assured him with a comforting hand on his shoulder. "And you're definitely not an eejit, just... always open to persuasion."

"Huh!" my husband huffed in response.

"It'll be fine, you'll see," I went on, trying my best to keep his nerves in check.

"And why the hell did you make me wear this damned thing?" he griped, pointing towards his penis, which was currently encircled by his Kani.

"Well, I just thought that greeting a guest merited looking smart for the occasion," I responded. "And you do look very smart in it."

"Sure I look like some kinda BDSM enthusiast, wo'an!" he answered derisively. "Could you not take the feckin' thing off me?"

"No," I asserted. "You're keeping it on - end of discussion!"

Patrick responded by muttering something in Gaelic that I couldn't understand, but the tone of his voice meant that I didn't really need to.

Around half an hour after the plane touched down the sliding doors of the small terminal building parted open, and the first new arrivals to the island stepped out into the bright sunshine. Every single adult among them was completely naked - some clearly comfortable and old hands at being nude in public, and others definitely showing the visual clues of being first-time nudies. Including one man who was definitely at "half mast" as he walked alongside his other half.

"Ohh, Jaysus," Patrick exclaimed as he caught sight of his big sister for the first time.

I followed his gaze - I didn't recognise her at first, but once I caught sight of her face I smiled broadly at my naked sister in law.

I know I often wax lyrical at how handsome my dear husband is, both in and out of his clothes, but that's only because I know that it's true - Patrick could send any red-blooded female's heart racing, and as soon as I caught sight of Niamh I was hit by the same kind of feeling. Now, I'm no lesbian or anything, but I know an attractive female body when I see one (after all, I'd spent the last year living among naked women of all shapes and sizes, so I know what I'm talking about!) and Niamh had definitely inherited the same good looks as her younger brother.

She was slim and tall with an absolutely stunning figure - broad feminine hips and a slim waist that gave her a slight hourglass figure. Her breasts were nicely proportioned, neither too big nor too small, with prominent nipples surrounded by dark pink areolae. Her hair was almost the exact shade of strawberry blonde as Patrick's, and down below, her pubis was covered in a downy thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. The carpet, so the old phrase goes, definitely matched the curtains!

"Paddywhack!" I heard her squeal excitedly, using her pet name for her younger sibling. "Wow! Look at you!"

She looked up and down her brother's naked body - a sight she'd presumably never seen before, or at least not since they were both little.

"Hi, Niamh," Patrick greeted her in return.

They leaned into each other for a brief familial kiss on the cheek before parting once again. I saw Niamh's eyes roam downwards from his chest, across his flat muscular torso and down towards his manhood, whereupon I saw her pupils dilate at what she saw there.

"What on earth is that thing?" she said with a gasp.

"Jaysus, wo'an, sure have you not seen a guy's cock before?" Patrick chuckled uneasily.

"Of course I have, silly!" she chided him playfully in the way that siblings often do. "Although I've never seen yours before! No, I mean that thing you're wearing - is that a cock ring? I never would've thought you'd be into kinky stuff like that!"

"It's a Kani," I explained to her. "It's a traditional adornment worn by Pã'ele men - historically as a symbol that he's the property of his wife, although nowadays they're just worn by men to look smart, sort of like wearing a tie."

"Jaysus, Paddywhack, you look... well... damned sexy in it!" Niamh giggled.

"Ach, fer feck's sake, wo'an!" Patrick griped.

"Smart and sexy," I chuckled.

Needless to say, my husband was certainly not amused by that! So instead I tried to divert attention away from ogling Patrick's smartly presented masculine charms, and instead gave Niamh a couple of gifts that would help her fit in during her stay.

"We have a couple of things for you," I said as I picked up our gifts from the back seat of Marea's little Mini Moke.

"Oh, wow, what a cute little car!" Niamh exclaimed as she surveyed the little open sided jalopy. "Is it yours?"

"It belongs to our landlady, Marea," I answered her. "You'll be staying with her and her husband, Jackson. They're really nice - you'll get on famously with them, I can guarantee you! Anyway, we thought you'd need a couple of things to make you look like less of a tourist while you're here."

I handed her a small satchel, identical to the ones Marea had given us when we had first arrived.

"This is a Kīeke," I announced as I handed it to her. "It's a traditional Pã'ele satchel for carrying things around in."

"Cool," she responded as she took it from me. "Oh, I see, 'cause you don't have any pockets when you're naked!"

"She sure is a fast learner!" I chuckled to my husband, and then handed her a traditional necklace. "And this is an 'Olo, a traditional pendant that all native Islanders wear. More specifically, this is a Wãhine 'Olo, a woman's pendant. You'll notice that ours are the same whilst Patrick's is different - that's because his is a Kãne 'Olo, or men's pendant."

I briefly explained to her the differences between them, and how the arrangement of coloured beads symbolised the female and male virtues in the Pã'ele culture.

"So, men are considered to be strong, humble and honourable," Niamh replied. "Whilst women are also considered to be strong, humble and honourable, and be nurturing and leaders too?"

"In short, yeah," I answered. "But don't let that go to your head - being a woman in a matriarchal society might sound good on paper, but there is a definite flip-side to it!"

"Yeah, instead of "women and children first," it's "men and children first!"" Patrick added.

"Well, that's not strictly true, but he is kind of right," I took over for clarification. "All of the responsibilities for providing for the family and basically being the cornerstone and the authority figure in the family, falls on women's shoulders here, with men providing more of a supporting role."

"Oh, sort of like Victorian times but in reverse?" Niamh supposed aloud.

"More or less, yes," I answered her. "Anyway, you must be absolutely shattered after your journey here, so let's get you home and settled in at Marea and Jackson's."

"Yeah, three days on planes and in poky hotel rooms - sure it's totally messed with my body clock!" Niamh chuckled tiredly. "Lead, on, sis in law!"

I let Patrick pick up her case, most of which we later discovered was filled with various gifts and treats from back home, and put it in the back of the car. It was while he was facing away from her that Niamh noticed something else that had changed about him since we first came to the island.

"Oh, holy mother of... sure you've had yer arse tattooed, Paddywhack?!?" she gasped, noticing the two markings on his left buttock.

"Do you want to tell her, or shall I?" Patrick asked me over his shoulder.

"They're called Ohana Mãka'u," I explained to her. "Family markings, basically. Men have them tattooed on their left buttock, women have them on the right."

To illustrate, I turned and flashed my bare behind at her, displaying my single tattoo. Basically mooning my sister in law was just one more way in which my life had become strange since I first landed on the island. Niamh, being as perceptive as always, noticed a few differences between us.

"Why does Patrick have two of 'em and you only have one?" she asked me.

"That's because one is his family's marking, and the other is mine," I explained. "Matriarchal society, remember? Out there in the outside world we're Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Brennan, but here on Blackwell we're Mrs. and Mr. Allyssa Wilkins.

"When they turn eighteen and permanently surrender their clothes, young men and women have their family's Ohana Mãka'u tattooed on their bottom - girls have them on the right buttock, boys have theirs on the left. And since it is a matriarchy here, boys have their mother's family marking tattooed there. When they get married, they have their wife's family marking added to theirs, which is why Patrick has mine and his inked onto his bum!"

"So, yours is the one with the oak leaves, and his is the one with the hurling sticks?" Niamh guessed.

"Technically it's your marking too," Patrick pointed out. "We had it registered under the Brennan family name, and you're a Brennan, so it's as much yours as mine."

"Cool," Niamh beamed. "So it's sort of like a family crest?"

"Kind of," I answered with a smile.

Our conversation went on as I drove us away from the airport and through the town. Niamh was pretty much taken aback by it all, and being surrounded by naked people in every direction.

"Holy mother of God," she chuckled in the passenger seat beside me. "Sure if Sister Assumpta could see me now, here in this place, stark naked and surrounded by loads of other stark naked people, she'd have a feckin' heart attack!"

Sister Assumpta was one of the nuns who taught at the convent school she'd attended back in Ireland. By all accounts she was a formidable character indeed, and Niamh had told me many stories about her days studying at St. Agnes's School for Girls on the outskirts of Cork.

"Not to mention Ma and Da!" she went on amusedly. "Especially Ma!"

"Sure this place would damned near blow her feckin' mind!" Patrick guffawed from behind us.

The island's main town not being very much of a conurbation, we left Malmesbury behind almost as soon as we had entered it, and away from the town we entered the lush tropical interior of the island. By now, after close to a year there, Patrick and I more or less knew our way around the island like natives, and we both knew every twist and bump of the dusty lanes that weaved and wound their way between the various little villages, hamlets and other settlements like the back of our hands, and so it didn't take us long before we passed through the gates that led into Marea's place.

"So, this is where the two of you live, huh?" Niamh said as she surveyed the handsome exterior of our landlady's abode.

"Well, you'll be staying in there with Marea and Jackson, and their daughter Lisa," I replied. "Patrick and I live in the apartment above the garage here."

I brought the electric Mini Moke to a halt outside the garage and switched it off. Our hosts had of course been awaiting our return, and so it wasn't long before Marea, closely followed by Jackson and Lisa, came out to welcome my sister in law into their home.

"Hi, you must be Niamh," Marea said with a smile. "I'm Marea Mahi'ai - Patrick's told us so much about you! Welina I Ka Āina o ke Kuʻikahi! Welcome to Blackwell Island!"

Our hostess hugged Niamh warmly and introduced her to the rest of the family.

"This is my husband, Jackson," she went on.

I couldn't help but notice the way my sister in law surveyed his bare body from top to toe, lingering for a long moment on his penis. Just like Patrick, he was currently sporting one of his finest Kani's tied onto him by Marea's fair hand that very morning.

"And this is our daughter, Lisa," Marea went on, tearing Niamh's attention away from Jackson's genital ornamentation.

"Hi, Mrs. Brennan," Lisa greeted.

"Oh, please call me Niamh," My Sister in law responded.

Just as Marea had earlier, Lisa hugged Niamh for a brief moment.

"This is weird," I heard Patrick muttering in my ear. "Sure I can't believe I'm stood here stark bollock naked with my stark naked wife watching my stark naked sister greeting our stark naked landlady and her stark naked family!"

I could tell by the tone of his voice however, that his mutterings were of amusement rather than distaste. I had to admit though, if someone would have told me eighteen months ago that we'd be in the situation my husband had just described, I never would have believed them!

"Will Merryanne and Aiden be coming round?" I asked Marea.

"Tonight, yes," she replied. "They'll be joining us for dinner later. Once Niamh here has had a chance to get some rest."

"Guess I don't need to worry about what to wear for dinner!" my sister in law giggled. "Who is this Merryanne and Aiden, by the way?"

"Aiden is our son," Jackson answered. "We had him married off last year. Merryanne is our daughter in law."

"Married off, you say?" Niamh queried.

"It was an arranged marriage," I explained to her. "Most Pã'ele marriages on Blackwell are arranged -- always by the mothers of the groom and bride. And before you ask, neither of them were forced into anything - it was more a case of traditional matchmaking, to put it simply."

"Oh, I see," Niamh, now enlightened, responded.

"Come on, Niamh, I'll show you up to your room," Marea said with a smile. "Jackson, could you take her suitcase, please."

"We'll see you later," I said to Niamh as she entered the house.

A few hours later, after Niamh had had a chance for a much-needed sleep to get her body clock back into some kind of alignment, we all reconvened in the big house for an evening of good food, good wine, and plenty of fun and frivolity.

The evening had been rather successful - after Aiden and Merryanne turned up we all formally welcomed Niamh with a sumptuous meal prepared by Jackson, who had literally slaved all day to produce a bounteous feast of locally caught seafood for the starter, a main course of locally reared lamb and locally grown vegetables, and a dessert of papaya and lime sorbet. It was heavenly, but by the end of the evening all seven of us were well and truly stuffed. After dinner we all retired to the living room where all eight of us, divided into two teams of four, played a series of party games, aided by plenty of alcohol of course! And as the hour grew late, Jackson regaled us with some traditional Pã'ele songs, with Patrick and Niamh sharing a couple of the songs they'd learned at school back in Ireland. I'd heard the Brennans singing "Wild Mountain Thyme" literally dozens of times before at virtually every family gathering, but seeing brother and sister singing it together, a brother and sister who despite their occasional teasing and playfighting clearly loved each other very much, really brought a tear to my eye.

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"I still can't believe my big sister has seen me naked," Patrick muttered beside me in bed later that evening.

"Yeah, but you've seen her naked too, remember?" I pointed out. "And you must have seen each other naked when you were kids, right?"

"We definitely weren't that kind of family!" Patrick chuckled. "Ma never let any of us see anyone naked when we were kids. No shared baths, no sharing changing cubicles at the local pool, and on the rare occasions when we went to the beach at Shanagarry she always made us take turns to get changed in the car!"

"So, before today, Niamh has never seen you naked?" I sought total clarification.

"Nope, not once," Patrick confirmed. "And I never once saw her in the nip before today either."

"What do you think of her?" I asked him out of genuine curiosity.

"You want to know what I think of my sister's naked body? Holy feck, woa'an! You can't ask me things like that!"

"I wasn't going to ask you if you fancy her or anything creepy like that," I went on the defensive immediately. "Just, y'know, what you think about what she looks like, now that you've seen her naked."

"Well, what do you think of her, hmm?" he fired back.

"Okay, well, I won't go into too much detail, but if you really want to know what I think, I'd say that she definitely inherited the Brennan family's good looks, just like you have," I responded, being as diplomatic as I could.

"You reckon?" Patrick queried.

"She is every bit as beautiful as you are handsome," I stated. "If you must know."

"Okay, well I see it like this," he responded with a lopsided smile. "She might've inherited me family's good looks, but she still isn't a patch on you, d'ardaigh mo shliocht álainn Béarla."

My beautiful English Rose.

Damn him, he knows what hearing him speak in Irish does to me! All of a sudden with those words alone he had inflamed my ardour, and I was going to have to have my way with him. So just moments later I was plastering him with kisses all over his naked body.

"I need you, Paddywhack," I said between kisses, using his sister's pet name for him. "You just made me so horny that I want to ride that magnificent Irish cock of yours until the sun comes up!"

"Don't know if I'd have the stamina for that," he chuckled as I rolled him onto his back and pinned him down, my legs either side of his hips. "Sure wouldn't a quickie do to be going on with?"

"If that's all you're going to let me have tonight, then I guess it'll have to," I countered, playfully pouting a little.

"Sure what's brought this on, anyway?" Patrick asked me as I gripped hold of his penis and started working him towards a useable erection. "You're not intimidated by her or anything, are you?"

I stopped what I was doing and slumped down onto his legs.

"Well, not intimidated as such," I said with a sigh. "Just... well... even you have to admit she's very beautiful, even if she is your big sister."

"Maybe," he shrugged. "But does that really matter? She may turn other men's heads, but you're the one, the only one, who really turns my head!"