A Fixer-Upper Island Paradise

Continuing Eighteenth Birthday Suits... The Gazebo's Eye

Her uncle's boat had been a temporary pass to freedom for Karen and Annie when they could borrow it for a few hours. Now Karen owned it, along with plenty of cash to handle supplies for some time, and all of us had wriggled out of any commitments for the next three weeks. We planned to spend that time with the three of us living together on the boat and going where we pleased. Of course the erotic possibilities with me alone with two young and spirited girls were almost frightening. They clearly were looking forward to the adventure and trusted me to keep them safe.

The boat was ready on Friday, as Karen was sure it would be. The money was all there, and everything else was done, leaving no room for us to claim Karen didn't get what we had demanded from her uncle-rapist. The boat was cleaned and even smelled good, with new curtains and mattresses in the cabin, and a spotless galley. There was the record of an engine overhaul and a new maritime inspection. Main and auxiliary fuel tanks were full. The title was in Karen's name.

We spent most of Saturday finishing the outfitting, with food and emergency supplies and homely touches like linens for the bunks. There were four bunks, stacked in pairs, but of course not overly roomy. In good weather it would be more comfortable to sleep on deck. Karen and Annie took the two port bunks. I took the bottom one across from them, and the top one became storage space. The girls disappeared together for a couple of hours in the middle of the day and came back with a load of boutiquey bags, which they stowed without showing me the contents.

Karen would be starting college in the fall. She had an adequate scholarship that included a work-study commitment for teaching swimming and helping to manage the women's swim team. Annie would be starting a new job in the fall as a new employee at a tourist park with an aquatic theme. Her swimming and swimsuit assets were also part of the deal, but she wasn't quite sure how. For one thing, the park had "mermaids" who participated in some of the aquatic shows. The college and the park were close to each other, and the girls planned to live together. There was also a marina conveniently located, so it might be possible for them to live on the boat when Karen started school and Annie her job. What commitments I had were flexible, and I was used to living on temporary jobs in construction, so there were lots of future options.

It was late afternoon by the time we were ready. We had an early supper on shore but didn't want to spend even one night tied up in that port. We headed out while it was still light and anchored on familiar ground as the sun was setting. None of us drank much, but it definitely was a celebratory evening, so Karen pulled a bottle of wine from the stores, and the three of us sat together watching the sky change colors and feeling like very lucky people heading out on an adventure. We still had plenty of unanswered questions for each other. Answering them was one more thing to look forward to.

It was dark, with just enough glow from the boat's night lights to make things out, when I went into the cabin and brought out my bedding, laying it on the deck. The two girls went into the cabin together. A light came on in there, and I waited for one of my questions to be answered. After some time, the light went off, and one girl came out of the cabin, carrying her bedding in front of her.

It was Annie. She laid her bedding next to mine. She was wearing a red silk chemise, probably a product of their afternoon shopping trip. It was very short, and the neckline was superb. She lay down beside me.

"Did you draw straws?" I asked.

"Not exactly." Annie said. "We arm wrestled. I won."

I put an arm around her, cupped a breast, and we snuggled close together. "How's Karen?" I asked.

"She's fine. A little worried. Do we know what we are doing?"

"Partly, I said. I know that you are two sweet and unbearably sexy girls and that I love you both. And you love each other and protect each other. We have a sound boat, and between us enough knowledge that we should be able to keep safe. I swear, I'll do my best to see that neither of you is harmed."

"Me too." said Annie. We kissed. The chemise came off. We made gentle love together and fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I woke, it was to see the sun rising behind the curve of Annie's hip under a light microfiber blanket. She was facing away from me, with her chemise still lying in a heap between us and her golden hair catching the first glints of the morning sun. She reached behind her to feel that I was still there. "Isn't it lovely?" she said, sat up, and let the blanket fall off of her. Yes, it and she were both lovely. She stretched and put the chemise back on.

Annie had never seen the bay like that and was enchanted by the early morning mist floating above the calm water. She hurried to the side to feel the water. It always feels warmer when the air is cool like that. Back to the cabin, she stuck her head in and called to Karen, "I'm going for a swim. Want to join me? It's gorgeous out there."

Karen appeared, still sleepy and wearing a wrap, but she followed Annie to the back of the boat. Annie pulled her chemise off once more and dove into the water, barely creating a ripple as her sleek shape slipped into the water and bobbed back to the surface, then turned to face us.

Karen's robe came off. She stood naked on the edge of the boat for a few seconds, illuminated by the morning sun, then dove. When she came up, she also turned. "It's warm," she said to me. "Join us?"

My dressing had only gotten as far as putting on a pair of boxers. Those came off, and I joined them. I hadn't realized how well they swam--they could out-swim me, and I'm not a duffer. After the mental stress of the day before, stretching the muscles felt good, and we swam together for maybe a full mile before returning to the boat.

I climbed out and dried off first, so I would be ready to assist when they climbed back aboard. Annie came first, and I merely made googly eyes at her as she climbed up the ladder and handed her a towel. Karen had spent the night solo, so I thought she deserved a little special care.

I had watched from a distance so many times I knew their routine. I wrapped a towel around Karen's shoulders, and she hung her head to the side to let her hair drip. I helped by wringing it out between my hands from top to bottom. Then, unwrapping the towel from her shoulders, I dried her hair with it as she stood. Then with another towel I went over her entire body with exaggerated care. I rubbed her back briskly and gently blotted under each breast and between them. I worked downward, turning her in front of me to get all sides. When I reached her feet, I returned to the detail work between her legs, blotting her inner thighs and pussy carefully. Using a corner of the towel, I brushed her pubic hair into neat harmony with her curves, each hair arranged with the flow of her body. Truly, she looked like a work of art, with every muscle toned from the swim and her skin glowing in the cool air. As I finished getting every hair how I wanted it, she kissed me and said, "Let's get dressed and have some breakfast."

Karen wasn't the only one who had an uncle with some money. My uncle Ron had bought a small and somewhat dilapidated island resort at the start of the summer, and I suggested we visit him. It would be at least a 3-hour run for the boat, a good shakedown cruise, and a chance to get a feel for how Karen's boat handled rougher water without pushing things too far. It was Karen's boat, and she was still captain, but I had been promoted to "Chief Engineer" and wanted to make sure we were seaworthy before attempting a longer trip. Karen approved the plan, and we set our course after our leisurely breakfast. As for the $20k from her uncle, Karen and Annie split it. They offered me a share for my part in finding the spy camera in the gazebo and working the sting on her uncle, but I declined it. I didn't need it, and was being rewarded plenty already. I brought enough cash with me to pay my share for supplies and incidental expenses.

My uncle's resort was on an island that was big enough to have a small airport but small enough and far enough from more developed areas that it was still peaceful. Facilities needed work, but Uncle Ron had a lot of experience doing renovations. He also had the idea that it would make a good spot for a clothing-optional resort, once facilities were upgraded a little. It would be attractive to people who liked privacy. There would be no paying guests during our visit--Ron had ripped out the outdated kitchen and was spending a week rebuilding it. He warned us to bring our own food.

Without pushing things, we made it to Uncle Ron's property by mid-afternoon. It wasn't really a resort yet but had several nice small beaches with buildings that looked solid but weathered. We tied up at his dock, and I went ashore alone to find him hard at work in the gutted resort kitchen. He had not even noticed our arrival, and the only other people we saw were two helpers he had assisting him. The place was littered with tools, wires, pipes, and uninstalled appliances. He had his hands full but dropped work long enough to make us welcome.

"I'll show you your hut," he said. "You will want to take your boat there. Go around the point, then anchor in the cove. I'll give you a little head start and meet you there, he said, pointing to a 4-wheeler. "It's a quarter mile by the trail."

We did as he said and were soon anchored. The girls wanted to swim rather than use the dinghy. Do we have to wear suits?" Karen asked. "It's so much nicer swimming without them. You can row ashore and leave our bikinis in the dinghy on the beach so we can dress before your uncle gets here." There was no sign of Ron yet, so I agreed.

I launched the dinghy and started rowing. With my back to the shore, I heard the 4-wheeler while the girls were still standing naked on the deck, so he probably got a quick chance to see them au naturel before they dove into the water. Rather than head directly for the beach, Karen and Annie headed out for a longer swim while I landed and went up to meet Ron.

The hut was clean and simple, with two bedrooms, a kitchen and bathroom, a room full of tools and sporting equipment, and a pleasant veranda looking out on the water through palms, banana trees, and other assorted greenery. We were on the veranda overlooking the beach when the girls returned from their swim, As they came closer it was clear that both swimmers were nude, if you watched closely. Whether or not he had seen them before they dove into the water, Ron was watching intently to see what they would do when they got to the shallows. Karen stood up, shook her long hair behind her back, glanced towards where the two of us stood and gave us a little smile. Annie stood up too, and the two nude ladies walked up through the knee deep water as if two guys standing a hundred feet off watching were no concern of theirs. They slipped into the bikinis.

"Where in the world did you ever find such a gorgeous pair of sea nymphs?" Ron asked. He didn't expect an answer, and I didn't have time for one as they came up to the veranda, still dripping.

Did you notice the reef out where you were swimming?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Karen replied. "It looks gorgeous."

"If you feel like a fish dinner," Ron said, "try spearfishing there. Do you have spear guns?"

"No." Karen said.

"There are two in the equipment room," Ron said. "I'd love to come with you." He thought for a moment, making a logical guess at what they would likely wear. "I'd REALLY love to come with you, if you'd let me, but I'm up to my neck in plumbing today and tomorrow. Maybe after that? I'll check in with you at quitting time tomorrow to see how things are going."

"Come for dinner." Karen said, "Maybe we'll have fresh fish, or if not, I'll scrape together some hardtack."

"That would be fun too. Let me know if you need anything here. I'm back to the grind," and he headed back to his renovations.

When he was gone, Karen looked at me. "How would you feel about it if I were to go on a date with your look-alike uncle?" He seemed friendly."

"You don't have to ask my permission, Karen." It hadn't occurred to me, but Ron and I did look similar. He was a "caboose child" in my father's family and only a couple of years older than me. I was evading the question.

"But ..." Karen said.

"I love you both, I do, I do, I do!" I said. We all knew the reality, though. Annie was fast becoming my obsession, and three can be a difficult number at times. The question was how or whether to admit it. "I'd have a different answer if Annie asked me that question, Karen. I'd find all kinds of reasons Ron is a no-good loser. I'd invent them if I had to. To you, I'll say, Ron is a really sweet guy, but please don't leave us."

She kissed me. "I'll think about it."

We rowed back to the boat for supplies for supper and a duffel for each of us and made a simple supper of bread, hot dogs, and salad, sitting by a fire on the veranda. The girls acted like a pair of teenagers at a sleepover, miming "obscene acts" with the hot dogs.

When bedtime came, the girls told me to wait in the master bedroom while they prepared my "fashion show" of their purchases from the day before. First Annie appeared, in the same red chemise as the night before; only this time there was light to see her. She did a fine fashion model strut around the bed. Her nipples showed clearly under the soft silk, and the smooth fullness of her breasts pushed well above the lace neckline. Then the glossy silk fell to her ass and hips and stopped, just barely long enough to hide her pussy, except when she raised her shoulders to let it peek out the bottom.

Then it was Karen's turn. Hers was just a bra and panties. The perfectly fitted bra made of thin black lace brought her breasts up and together, in no way concealing either nipples or the fullness of the curve underneath each breast. The panties, of matching material, were strictly token covering, not concealing much of anything. After Karen had completed her strut around the bed, they both climbed up beside me and pulled my clothes off, piece by piece. They laid me on my back and started a little competition with my manhood. One of them tried some combination of tongue, mouth, and hands, then backed off to give the other a turn, who would try to do her one better. When they had me sufficiently worked up, they introduced me to another game they had developed between themselves.

Annie pushed Karen down on her back in the middle of the large bed. Then she took both of Karen's arms and spread them wide on the bed. She pressed each wrist to the bed with two fingers and said, "Magic-tied." Karen wriggled in place but didn't move either wrist, just as if they were roped to the bed, to show that she was now virtual-tied to the bed and at our mercy. Annie went for the panties, pulling them down off Karen's butt, then over her legs while Karen continued to strain against her imaginary wrist restraints. Annie pounced on the squirming legs, pulled them wide, and magic-tied each ankle to the bed. We stopped to admire. Annie had one more adjustment to make. She grabbed two pillows and slid them under Karen's ass, raising her pussy several inches, and to center stage.

Giving Annie magic powers freed Karen and me to be animals. There was no need to think since we were simply slaves for Annie to use as she liked. She moved me between Karen's legs. We were not touching each other, but I was within range of the spread lips of Karen's pussy. She took my cock in her hand and laid the tip between Karen's folds. Then placing two fingers on the base of my cock, "Magic freeze," she said, locking me in place. Then Annie teased us. She pulled her chemise up over her head and used the soft cloth to brush the skin of her captives. Karen dutifully kept her wrists and ankles locked but squirmed every other part of her body at the soft touch of the silk. Inevitably the head of my cock slipped inside her as she writhed. Annie started kissing, first Karen's lips, then the soft hair of her pubic triangle, then the shaft of my cock, and then following my shaft on up into Karen's pussy. Her tongue darted back and forth from Karen to me and back again, and then she reached a hand around to the small of my back. She gave a little push to my back, timed with a squirm of Karen's hips, driving me a little deeper.

Annie controlled us like a master conductor of an orchestra until Karen was on the edge of an orgasm and I had crept almost fully inside her. Then she tapped my cock, saying "unfreeze," and I instantly pushed to full depth again and again... Annie backed off and tapped Karen's ankle, "Magic--untie," and Karen's legs shot up into the air as our two bodies pressed together and held. Nothing moved except my cock jerking inside her.

We spent the following morning doing landscaping work around the hut using tools we found in the equipment room. Annie said, "You know, this would be a perfect spot for the Mermaid Olympics. How many girls do you think we could get to sign up for a trial run?"

That was a little joke we had going, or at least I had thought it was a joke. It started from my habit of referring to Karen and Annie as "mermaids" when they swam nude. They told me how much they hated the confinement of competition swimsuits. Everyone competed nude in the original Olympic Games. Of course, that was for men only. Women were forbidden to attend. We imagined a single-sex event at an isolated location, and contestants would compete nude. It would be Mermaid Olympics because it would be water sports, swimming and diving, and female.

We continued hoeing, pruning, and chopping until several minutes later Karen said,. "We should do it."

"Do what?" I asked.

"Mermaid Olympics," she said. "Invitational trial run, here. Annie is right; this would be an awesome location. Lots of girls like skinny dipping; they just need to be shown it's OK." She was serious. I was skeptical, but Annie and Karen kept talking through the idea the rest of the morning, including who might come and how they would work out meals and lodging.

I noticed one other exchange between the two of them that morning. Annie said to Karen, "Wouldn't it be nice if Ron could come spearfishing with us?" It was phrased more like a comment, but it really was a question. How did Karen feel about that possibility and what it would imply?

"Mmmm." Karen said. "It would be nice." Annie was watching her face.

Around noon we put away the tools and made some lunch. The girls were cleaning up, and I said, "Shall I jog over to Ron's and see if he will reconsider on spearfishing?"

Karen looked up but said nothing. Annie said, "Yes, do."