The Flight to Blowjob Island

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The Flight to
Blowjob Island
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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
This story is different from my usual stories in several ways. As a result, not all readers who enjoy most
of my other stories may enjoy this one. I want to give you fair warning so you don't waste your time if
this isn't your cup of tea.
I've written as much of this story as I have so far as kind of an experiment: I wanted an erotic situation
that created just about the "blowjobiest" scenario possible. (And went I came up with this idea, the
word "blowjobiest" definitely came to mind, even though it's not a real word.) Many of my stories have
far-fetched premises, but I went all out to create an extremely far-fetched situation in order to have
these characters fall into a hyper-sexual world with an extreme blowjob focus. Thus, be warned that
realism is a low priority here, and also that there is a lot of repetition of blowjob activity to the
exclusion of most other sex acts.
Furthermore, in my writing in general, I tend to write in an extremely detailed style, going into the
thoughts of each character and so forth, so it might take me many pages to describe what another writer
would describe in only one page. For whatever reason, this story is especially that way. The sexual
build-up is slow, and the reader needs to be patient. If that's not your cup of tea, then please try another
story.
In sum: this has a far-fetched premise, it's extremely blowjob-focused, and it has a slow pace. Some
people have told me they like it a lot, and others have told me they don't like it at all. It's not for
everybody, but I hope some readers will try it and greatly enjoy it.
INTRODUCTION
Back in the 1930s, there was a man named Jake Samson who got sexually intimate with both his
mother and his only sister. Both women were remarkably beautiful but also submissive, and he found
that he could easily dominate them by playing them off against each other. While that sounded mean, in
fact they loved being dominated, and the sexual satisfaction for all three of them was off the charts.
Then World War II happened, and Jake was drafted into the US military since he was still in his early
twenties. He was stationed in the Marshall Islands after the US conquered them from the Japanese, and
he fell in love with the area. He already came from a rich family, and when the war ended, he steadily
increased his family's wealth while maintaining his secret incestuous relationships with his mother and
sister.
Back then, incest was even more of a taboo than today. Jake came up with a great dream of buying an
unoccupied island in the Marshall Islands and moving himself and his two lovers there, which he did.
But he found the three of them living by themselves on a tropical island much more difficult than
anticipated. Using some of his multi-million-dollar fortune, he had a few of his most trusted employees
carefully look for other men who had a dominant sexual relationship with their mothers or sisters, or
preferably both. His goal was to create an incestuous utopia that was completely secret from the outside
world.
He succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. Being a smart businessman, he maintained a business
front that was profitable in and of itself. His company, Samson, Inc. (SI), worked exclusively supplying
the US military in the Marshall Islands, since it was still a US territory. His main interest though was
using the excuse of "military security" to keep all outsiders away from Napali Island, the private
paradise he owned. He cleverly manipulated the military so even other government officials rarely
came to his island. Whenever they did, everyone there would act and dress normally in a Potemkin
Village style, then they'd go right back to being naked most of the time and have sex wherever they felt
like it.
The decades passed and the island flourished. Jake's goal was quality over quantity, so the number of
incestuous families stayed small, at only a couple dozen. Some of the families missed friends, family,
and culture in the US and eventually moved back, but often just for retirement, after their sexual lives
had died down. Plus, he had a rule against anyone having children while living on island, both due to
the worry of birth defects and the difficulty of raising children on a remote island without access to
quality health care or education. Sometimes, people left (or were kicked out) to have children on their
own in the outside world. Jake continued to have a few employees carefully search high and low for
others to bring to the island to replace those who left and gradually increase the island's tiny
population.
Eventually, Jake died, along with his mother and sister. But the island culture had been established, and
he left a generous endowment in his will to fund an organization that would make sure those who
stayed had all they needed to flourish. Finding families who matched Jake's high standards was
extremely difficult, and even before Jake died, the switch mostly turned instead to find mother-son-
daughter combinations that were ideal but needed a push to get over the taboo.
Flash forward to the present day... The incestuous colony on Napali Island has eventually grown to
almost 300 people, and it has changed some with the times and new technologies. But at its heart, it's
still all about finding sons who want to fuck and dominate their mothers and sisters, and helping to
make that happen.
Darrin Douglas has no clue what's really happening yet, but he's one of only a few each year who gets
chosen. His selection process began when he was fourteen and his mother Sandy shyly told her doctor
during a check-up that she was concerned about the size of her son's penis - not that it was too small,
but that it was too large! Thanks to modern databases, Jake Samson's organization could be highly
selective and systematic in picking out new recruits to live on the island, so they strove for near
physical perfection, and a huge penis was one vital prerequisite for the son. The doctor assured Sandy
that having a large penis wasn't a problem, but marked the concern in Darrin's medical file anyway.
SI, or Samson Industries - the organization founded by Jake Samson with a secret incest agenda - had
access to the medical records of millions of Americans, and that note got flagged. Further automated
data searches revealed that Sandy was a gorgeous woman with enormous breasts, and that she was
unattached, since her husband had died in a car accident several years earlier. She was only thirty-three
years old at the time, and a young age was something else SI looked for. Furthermore, she had one
other child, a daughter named Jane, who was three years older than Darrin and already as much a busty
beauty as well.
So far, so good, when it came to selecting Darrin Douglas and his mother and sister. But SI found
thousands of families that met all the basic physical and relationship requirements every year, yet only
about two to four families were chosen to live on Napali Island in any given year, so the weeding-out
process had a long ways to go.
Just as important as the physical factors were the psychological ones. The women had to be naturally
submissive and the boys naturally dominant, and all of them highly sexual. But that was just for
starters. The company had to be sure the families chosen would be able to keep a secret for the rest of
their lives, as well as able to enjoy living on a small tropical island, and many other factors.
Furthermore, the SI company still ran a legitimate business that served as a front to hide the incestuous
colony, but also made a profit in its own right. SI continued to work exclusively with the US
government, even after the Marshall Islands became an independent country, but over time its role had
changed.
In recent decades, SI had found a lucrative business dealing with top secret documents that helped keep
the island's true nature a complete secret even in an age of global communication and
interconnectedness. Hackers and spies could penetrate even highly classified computer networks, so for
the very most important documents there was a little-noticed move away from computer files back to
actual paper documents written by hand or on typewriters. This became Napali Island's chief
"industry." As a result, everything about the island was so top secret that even US military officials
were rarely able to physically go there.
Thus, on top of everything else, SI was also looking for families who could work productively, usually
as typists, secretaries, file managers, and the like, though the island had some other jobs too. The sons
and daughters typically were in their late teens when they joined, but they too would inevitably want to
hold productive jobs on the island once their basic schooling was finished. (Several decades ago, SI
finally changed its policy about not allowing babies to be born, so a small but effective education
system had been established.) People can't have sex 24 hours a day, after all, and being productive
helps to keep people happy.
Thus, there were many, many ways a family could be weeded out in the selection process. With Darrin
being only fourteen, he was slightly below the usual minimum age for future masters. But that meant SI
had extra time to study the Douglas family and see if they qualified. The usual routine was used on
them: they were visited by researchers (who were actually SI employees) and told they'd been
randomly selected to take part in an in-depth psychological study. The pay to take part was so generous
that they couldn't refuse.
After months of testing and research on the Douglases, and after they had passed many essential tests,
the partial truth was revealed to them that in fact Sandy had qualified for a top secret job working with
military secrets, and all the testing they'd done so far was part of making sure that she could be trusted
to handle all the highly classified secrets and the unusual island location where the company did its
business. Her children had to pass the same tests, on the assumption they would be living with her on
the island. The pay for her possible job was so good that, again, no reasonable person could refuse.
While all that was true, the more important incest secret was kept hidden. SI had found over the
decades that it was best to wait until the family was physically out of the US and on the way to the
island before that bombshell was dropped. This guaranteed no secrets got out, because communication
from the island was extremely limited, as well as carefully screened. But thanks to all the psychological
testing, SI knew the families that made it through all the selection filters were as primed for the
incestuous lifestyle as they could possibly be. It's just that none of them knew it yet.
The three-day journey to the island was when the dramatic change into the Douglas family's new
incestuous lifestyle truly began. Actually, the journey didn't need to be that long, since one could get
from anywhere in the US to the Marshall Islands in less than 24 hours. But a slow cargo plane was used
to increase the travel time and every aspect of the journey was secretly manipulated to make sure
incestuous intimacy started to physically happen before the family actually reached the island. That
way, any family where the incest didn't take could be rejected on some last minute pretext, keeping the
incest secret safe.
To help this process along, SI had numerous employees working both openly (such as the researchers
doing the testing) and undercover. For instance, Sandy, Darrin, and Jane each gained a new friend in
the last year who became a close confidant, especially about sexual matters, and each one of these
friends eventually "confessed" to having an incestuous relationship that was portrayed in glowing,
highly sexually satisfying terms.
One such helper was a woman named Lisa Palmer. She worked openly for SI and was in charge of
helping the Douglases move. At first, she'd just contacted them by phone and e-mail, but as the
departure date got closer, she'd become more involved.
Lisa had spent the entire previous week at the Douglases' Missouri home, helping them select what to
bring and what to put in storage. That was a real and important job, since SI allowed only a small
amount of personal possessions. The justification was the logistical cost and difficulty of shipping
anything to the remote island, but the real reason was to help families get over their old lives and
embrace their new ones.
But Lisa's real main purpose was to be the chief helper to make sure Darrin got intimate with Sandy
and Jane well before they reached Napali Island. So she was traveling with them for the entire journey,
using the legitimate excuse of moving and helping them adjust to island life as a cover.
There were two other families on the flight going through the exact same experience at the same time,
but they had their own guides like Lisa to help them along. Generally, these three families were kept as
separate from each other as possible to help with their sexual transformations, although there could be
times when it was helpful for them to interact.
Almost nothing was left to chance, and almost every aspect of the journey was carefully arranged and
manipulated to bring about the desired result, because there wasn't much time to make a startling
transformation for each and every member of the three families.
CHAPTER 1
"I'm warning you, Sandy; you're going to burn up," Lisa said.
Sandy Douglas looked down at herself, wondering how she'd gotten into this situation. She was on an
old cargo plane with her son Darrin sitting next to her and Lisa sitting next to him. There were only
three seats in their half row, so her daughter Jane had to sit by herself one row in front. It seemed they
were the only people on the plane, because they were otherwise surrounded by boxes and bags. There
were some other passengers on board, but not many, and all those people were up front near the cockpit
whereas Sandy and her group were about as far to the back as they could get, near the only bathroom.
The plane felt claustrophobic because there were no windows whatsoever (except in the cockpit, of
course) and aside from the two half rows of seats they were in, boxes were stacked high everywhere.
The other two seats next to Jane were piled high with boxes too. It was a challenge to even walk in a
zigzag pattern down the one central aisle, because the plane was so crammed full.
However, the main problem bothering Sandy was the heat. The plane had only just taken off a half an
hour ago, at nine in the morning Pacific Coast Time, and already she was sweating. Lisa had warned all
of them to wear loose, light clothes, and not wear any underwear at all. But Sandy hadn't done that. She
felt she couldn't, due to her remarkable body and the fact her son would be sitting next to her for the
ten-hour flight to Hawaii.
Calling Sandy's body "remarkable" wasn't boasting; it was simply an undeniable fact. She was both
extremely voluptuous and extremely fit - a rare combination - and she had a stunning face as well!
Almost any woman would have killed to look like she did, but she was shy and just wanted to be left
alone. She'd had a good marriage and happy life until five years ago, when her husband was killed in a
car accident.
Since then, she hadn't dated at all, and went out of her way to avoid interacting with any men who
might be interested in her. She was naturally shy, and blushed easily. She did absolutely everything she
could to avoid sexual attention, including working as an administrator at a female only gym,
specifically so she could go most days without interacting with any strange men whatsoever. She'd
loved her husband a lot and didn't see any reason to remarry. But given her looks and her single status,
the attention she got from men would have been relentless, unless she went into hiding. So she'd
basically been in hiding for the last five years.
One reason she'd accepted the SI typist job that she'd been offered was because she'd been told that
there were three women to every one man on the island and all the men were already taken. That
sounded ideal to her. But what she didn't know was that she already was taken too, and by her own son!
Neither she nor he had acted on that, or even knew about it yet, but it was just a matter of time.
Sandy had done everything she could to downplay her ridiculously sexy body short of surgery. That
included always wearing loose, thick clothes to hide her curves, binding her huge breasts, wearing fake
glasses, and dying her dramatically red hair a nondescript brown, as well as keeping her hair cut very
short, almost like a man's.
However, Lisa had warned her that while the pay for her new job would be excellent, the island
lifestyle was simple and Spartan. Self-sufficiency was a cardinal rule, to the point that all island
families were expected to grow their own gardens to help feed themselves. She'd been warned that they
would have to "rough it," and that meant a lot of changes and sacrifices. For instance, she'd recently
stopped dying her hair and let it go back to its natural vibrant red because it would be a big challenge to
get the necessary hair dye month after month. She'd ditched the fake glasses too, since she'd figured she
didn't need to fight off men anymore.
She glanced across her son's seat to Lisa. Physically, Lisa was remarkably like her. Their hair was quite
different, with Lisa's being black and fuller and longer, going down to her shoulders. Their faces were
different as well. For instance, Sandy had stunning green eyes, whereas Lisa's were dark brown, and
Lisa had high cheek bones, like many fashion models do. But, otherwise, they practically could have
been twins. Most noticeably, Lisa's breasts were enormous, just like Sandy's. Sandy wore an H-cup bra,
which was astounding considering her fit hourglass figure and especially her narrow waist. Even more
remarkable was that her breasts were actually an I-cup size but she wore a smaller bra as part of her
attempt to make her breasts look smaller. Lisa's breasts were only a little bit smaller, a G-cup bra size.
Sandy couldn't help but fret and blush as she looked Lisa over again, because it was obvious that Lisa
wasn't wearing a bra. She only wore a loose, peach-colored, sleeveless top that showed off a dramatic
amount of cleavage, as well as very short red running shorts.
Sandy frowned disapprovingly, and unthinkingly sucked on her index finger. (She didn't consciously
realize it, but she was very orally fixated and sucked on things a lot.) She would have never worn
something that revealing anywhere, not even in her own backyard. As usual, she was thoroughly
covered from her neck down. Her only concession to Lisa's warning to dress for the heat was to wear a
short-sleeved top instead of a long one, and to wear a long dress instead of pants. Plus, she reluctantly
had to go without binding her breasts.
The problem was her son Darrin. He was at an age where he hadn't had any actual experience with girls
yet, but he was horny seemingly all the time. To make matters worse, Sandy had realized for quite
some time now that he had a penis that would have been enormous for a full-grown man, much less for
a mere 15-year-old! He was wearing short shorts with no underwear, along with a loose white T-shirt.
Since he was sitting between his extremely buxom mother and the similarly generously-endowed Lisa,
it was no surprise that his penis was visibly erect in his shorts.
Thus, Sandy was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She'd been warned the plane was like a "flying
sauna," but she was so shy and modest that she would have trouble revealing much skin in any case.
With her son sitting next to her, she felt she had no choice but to suffer with the sweat and the heat. She
knew he was very interested in her body - as any straight boy his age would be, since she was so
ridiculously gorgeous and voluptuous - and she didn't want to encourage him in any way.
Sandy had never replied to Lisa's warning that she was "going to burn up," since she was lost in her
worries. Plus, this was by far the loudest airplane she'd ever been on, and the constant roar of the
engine took some getting used to.
However, Darrin was excited and talkative. He looked to Lisa and asked her, "Why is it so hot in here,
anyway? It must be at least 90 degrees."
Lisa smiled at him endearingly. She'd only directly known him (and the rest of the Douglas family) for
a week as she helped them relocate, but he was a nice guy and she already felt like he was a genuine
friend. "I suppose one could fit over 100 people in here, if it was emptied out first. But remember, this
plane is designed for cargo, not for people. To even have a dozen or so people in it like we do today is
unusual."
He asked, "It's a C-130, right? Do you know which kind?"
"No, except it's one of the really old ones. And I warn you, it's only going to get hotter."
Jane had been listening from her seat one row up. So kneeling up on her seat while facing backwards,
she peeked her head over the top of her seat to look at Lisa sitting right behind her. "Hotter?! You've
gotta be kidding me! Why?! As we go up, it'll be way beyond freezing outside, right?"
"Right," Lisa said, still with a smile. She liked Jane a lot too. "But that's outside. The sun is also
shining, and we're basically like a metal box moving through the sky. Do you know how hot it gets
inside a metal box that's in the sun all day? It could get over 100 degrees." (That wasn't actually true -
unless she sent word to the cockpit to turn the heat up. But she wanted the Douglases to think that.)
Jane grunted unhappily. "Oh, great!" She had F-cup breasts, which was remarkable for a girl who had
only recently turned eighteen, and sweat was trickling down her deep cleavage.
She gesticulated in frustration. "Can't they turn the air conditioning up?!" She scowled through a
narrowed gaze, but her face looked gorgeous anyway, framed by her long, wavy flaming red hair. "This
hunk of junk DOES have air conditioning, doesn't it?! Or at least some kind of fan or something. I'm
not feeling any air movement at all!"
Lisa replied guardedly, "Well, there is some of that, and if it gets too hot, they'll do something, so don't
worry. But think about how much energy it would take to cool all the inner space in this large airplane,
only for the comfort of a few people. And where does that energy come from? The jet fuel. Would you
rather be hot or would you rather the plane run out of fuel before we get to Hawaii?"
Jane sighed dramatically. "Let's run out of fuel! Then we could have a nice swim in the ocean!" But she
didn't mean it, and everyone knew it.
While there was a pause in the conversation, Lisa furtively glanced at Sandy. Lisa knew Sandy was the
tough nut to crack. Like all mothers chosen by the company, she was deeply sexually submissive. But
Sandy had never been in touch with that aspect of her personality, and she had shut down her sexuality
as much as possible since her husband had died. Undercover SI employees had subtly encouraged her
to change her attitude for the past year, but they could only do so much without revealing their true
intentions.
Lisa had reason to believe that Sandy had developed a strong physical attraction to her son in recent
months, based mostly on her barely hidden fascination with his enormous penis. In fact, even as they
were sitting there, Lisa noticed Sandy repeatedly sneaking glances at Darrin's lewd bulge, and Lisa was
sure that Sandy was daydreaming about it from time to time.
But Lisa also knew that Sandy was bound to put up a stiff resistance when things started to actually get
physical. That was Lisa's big challenge, to turn the incestuous fantasies the Douglases had into actual
incest.
Lisa was under the gun, and could practically hear the clock ticking in her head. The plane was due to
take all day flying from Los Angeles to Hawaii. A normal flight there would only take about five hours,
but SI deliberately used a very old C-130 so it could go 300 miles per hour instead of 600 and then
double all the flight times. Then they'd spend the night there before flying the whole next day to
Majuro, the capital of the Marshall Islands. The company's island, Napali, was one of the most remote
islands in that country, and it took another three hour flight on a seaplane to get there. If Lisa couldn't
get the Douglases to cross the incest threshold before they boarded the flight from Majuro for Napali
Island in two days, she would have to come up with an excuse to reject them, and send them back
home.
She really, really didn't want to do that, because she saw them as the ideal incestuous family - all the
tests and measurements showed it. Plus, they were genuinely good, kind, loving people. She liked them
as real friends and not just as part of her job. She was certain they would have the time of their lives
once Sandy and Jane were "properly" sexually enslaved to Darrin. She mentally put herself in Sandy's
shoes, and she was very envious that she didn't have a nice and well-hung son like Darrin to be
sexually enslaved to. But it was too dangerous to let anyone who wasn't agreeable to incest to ever step
on the island, so this journey was "now or never time," and nothing sexual was going to happen
between the Douglases unless Lisa played her secret facilitator role well.
Luckily, over the decades, SI had worked out an effective system to get such family members intimate
with each other, and the long plane flights were key. Keeping the inside of the plane at just the right
unusually warm temperature was an essential part of the plan, because the heat easily led to partial or
even total nudity.
Jane was still complaining to the others, "Isn't there anything we can do?! It's only been half an hour
since the plane took off, and I'm totally dying! I'll never make it!"
Darrin, who was a very smart kid, pointed out, "Me too. Especially considering that we'll have to do the
exact same thing tomorrow. And then there's another flight the day after that!"
Lisa pointed out, "That's true. But don't say I didn't warn you. Remember that this flight is totally free
for all of you, AND all your luggage. You're saving $10,000 by putting up with this hardship for a
couple of days."
Jane was about to complain they should have paid for a regular flight, but she held her tongue at the
last second, remembering how financially strapped the family was.
Sandy felt like she had no choice but to take the job offer on the island, despite all the hardships it
would involve, because she'd been going deeper into debt every year ever since her husband died. It
was a major reason why she'd given up on any sort of romantic life. Raising two kids all on her own
and keeping them housed and fed took up all her time.
Lisa saw that the mention of money made all the Douglases glum, especially Sandy. So she smiled and
said, "Don't worry though. As you know, I've been on this flight a couple of times already. Yeah, the
heat sucks, but you'll mostly get used to it after a while. Besides, you realize you'll be living in the
tropics from now on. It's hot all the time! You'll adjust in a couple of months until you don't even notice
the heat. So this flight is helping you adjust already. That's a good thing."
Jane groaned unhappily. "UGH! You just made it a million times worse! It's like you're saying there's
no escape from this relentless noose, this fiery oven, ever!"
Lisa grinned at Jane's dramatics. Jane was a highly emotional girl, and Lisa couldn't wait to see that
passion channeled towards serving her brother's cock. She felt her pussy twitch and tingle as she
pictured the tanned and fit teenage girl naked and kneeling, and blissfully slurping on her brother's
enormous boner. It was such a thrilling vision that she had to resist the temptation to touch her privates.
Then she glanced at Sandy, who was still idly sucking on a finger. Lisa was even more excited to see
Sandy sucking on Darrin's cock - she was confident the bombshell mother would be a natural. And the
thought of mother and daughter side by side, their faces splattered with cum as they worked together to
coax yet another cummy load out of him, was almost too exciting for her to contemplate. But she
chided herself that none of that was going to take place unless she made it happen.
Refocusing, she stared into Jane's shining blue eyes. "No, this plane is a lot worse than the island,
believe me. You're going to a paradise on Earth, believe me. It is hot, but there's a nice breeze nearly all
the time."
That led to another prolonged silence, as all of the Douglases had their minds full of worries about their
new island life.
Lisa happily went back to her thoughts of Sandy and Jane sucking Darrin's cock together. That was no
coincidence, because cocksucking was a very big part of life on the island. One might even say that
blowjobs were the main glue that held each incestuous family together. Lisa knew that well, because
she'd spent over eight years as a sex slave for her brother Matthew. She smiled from ear to ear as she
reminisced spending countless thousands of hours on her knees bobbing on his cock, usually with her
mother doing the same by her side. Sadly, that had come to an end three years ago when Matthew had
been killed in a boating accident. That's why she had her current job, because she wanted to stay a part
of the SI world even though she no longer had a master to love and serve.
Sandy had been particularly silent for a while, listening, but also lost in her worries. She suddenly
reached across Darrin to touch Lisa's arm and thus get her attention. She had to be careful though, since
her son's erection was jutting up lewdly out of his shorts, due to him not wearing any underwear.
She eagerly told Lisa, "Tell us more about the island! Now that you've got us on the plane, I guess
we're locked in, so give us the straight dope. Is it really as great as everyone says? How much of that is
hype? Please, be honest!"
Lisa turned in her seat, redirecting herself to Sandy.
Jane remained kneeling up in her seat and facing backwards towards the others though so she could
hear them speak over the constant roar of the plane.
Lisa smiled reassuringly, and took Sandy's hand. She thought, If you only knew what's in store for you!
If only I could tell you the joy, the total, unbridled joy of serving the cock of your master! "Sex slave"
sounds so harsh, but I know you'll love it. We haven't had one dissatisfied woman yet, and that's a fact!
God, it gets me so horny, thinking of you naked and kneeling, slurping and slobbering all over Darrin's
huge boner! It's all I can do not to at least play with my nipples through my top a little bit!
However, seeing Sandy anxiously waiting for a reply, Lisa banished those lusty thoughts for now, and
told her, "I know I've only known you a few months, and most of our time together in the flesh has only
been in the last week, but I feel like you're not just a new employee but a real friend."
She meant it too. Just because Lisa had a secret agenda didn't mean she couldn't develop real
connections with the families she worked with. She'd studied all of SI's secret reports on Sandy and felt
a deep affinity towards her, almost like they were sisters. Her feelings for her had steadily grown ever
since.
Sandy nodded. She felt Lisa was a real friend too. They'd bonded and discussed all sorts of personal
and emotional matters on the phones for months, and then even more in the last week, when they'd
been with each other nearly all the time.
Lisa continued, completely sincerely, "So let me reassure you, this place lives up to the hype. We've
never had anyone get there and decide to leave. Never!" (That was true, due to all their careful testing
and selection.) "You'll have a nice, normal nine-to-five job, except you'll literally be living on the beach
in a tropical paradise."
Again, she flashed to a mental image of Sandy naked and kneeling, with Darrin's thick cock in her
mouth. The only difference from before was it took place on one of Napali's white sandy beaches, with
palm trees in the background. She wanted so very badly to tell Sandy the full truth, and that even
saying it lived up to the hype was an understatement. But she reminded herself that she had to bide her
time.
Darrin complained, "Yeah, but the downsides. I'm not a beach guy. I've never even SEEN a beach!"
(The Douglases had lived in Missouri and had never traveled much.) "But I'm all about computers, and
I couldn't even bring mine. And no Internet! Are you kidding me?! In this day and age?!"
His complaints had merit. Just to be safe, both due to the real top secret work done on the island as well
as the incest lifestyle, communications with the outside world were extremely limited. Just one person
foolishly talking about their incestuous life on an Internet forum could be a disaster for the entire