Family Trip to Jamaica Part 7

I woke up with the sun shining right over my eyes. Confused, I stared out at the late morning sun and realized I had slept through the night and way into the morning. Through the hazy fog of waking up, all of last night’s events played out and a sudden pang of anxiety hit me. What would I tell Lily? Am I really supposed to tell her that I fucked our mom? I slowly and silently shifted my body to look over at her bed and was slightly relieved, but then confused, to find the bed empty.

That’s weird, Lily never came home. But soon I noticed a note on the nightstand. It was Lily’s writing.

“Hey perv. Nice job sleeping with your junk out. You were passed out cold, so I didn’t bother waking you. Looks like you worked yourself into a coma. Find Jane again? Can’t wait to hear about it. Mom and dad left early to have the day to themselves and I didn’t feel like waiting for you so I’m off to the spa again. You’re on your own.”

Spa again? Typical of her on vacation. She must have really enjoyed her time there yesterday.

I’m was a little miffed that I’ve been left alone, but realize soon that I was really upset that I wouldn’t be spending time with two of the women who will give me the best chance of getting laid. There’s something exciting about being around someone you know you could just fuck in the other room, given the chance.

Unsure of what else to do, I set my sights on heading out to the beach and enjoying the sun. I made a quick trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a quick rinse in shower, then went to get dressed. I was hit with the liberating thought that I no longer had to bother getting dressed. How freeing. I can just walk out of this room and stroll to the beach without a stitch of clothes on.

As I was about to open the door there was a sudden knock that startled me. I am even more shocked once I open the door to see Alex on the other side.

“Hi again!” she said cheerfully. She looked as cute as ever, but seems different from the day before. It took me a second to realize that she was fully clothed. I’d become so used to seeing her naked it was a shock to not see her tits. She was dressed in short blue denim cut-offs that showed off her thick but toned legs, a red t-shirt that tried its best to contain her breasts, and her hair had been dreaded into two braids running down either side of her head. While I did love seeing her naked in all her glory, seeing her with clothes on cemented how attractive she was all around.

“Hey,” I said, feeling shy and realizing how being the only one naked can can make you feel awkward. “What’s up?” A sudden feeling of dread hit me as I worried that her wearing clothes meant she was leaving the resort.

“Well, I had a ton of fun at the show yesterday and was going to wait for you at the beach to plan our dinner, but you were taking forever. Are you trying to make me chase you?” she said with mock disapproval.

“Ha, no. I’m just exhausted and overslept I guess. What’s with the clothes?”

“I know, weird right?” she said looking down at her outfit. “I was thinking that instead of a boring dinner, we could head out to the city and explore a bit together. Are you up for that?”

Spending the day with a girl I thought was way out of my league? Internally I was jumping for joy and screaming ecstatically. “Yea, sure. Sounds cool,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “Come on in while I put something on.”

I got dressed and Alex and I got on the shuttle into town. The conversation between us was easy and fun. I had to assume that despite not having spoken more than a few sentences to each other yesterday, being nude with each other earned us some instant level of intimacy. I found out that she was from New Jersey and had been coming to the resort with her parents for several years. She used to come with her mother and father both, but her mother lost interest after her parent’s divorce. So for the last couple of years it had been just her and her father.

Alex knew the town pretty well, and was a dutiful tour guide. She took me to see some of the local markets for random souvenirs, but got more serious and took me to some local sculpture and art galleries. As she spoke with knowledge about the art, I couldn’t help be impressed and turned on by her. I had been so focused on how incredible she looked on the outside, that had it not been for this trip, I would have neglected her inner depth.

Over lunch, with some of the best fish I’ve ever eaten, we drank heavily of the offered rum and I felt my courage building to ask her a question that had been on my mind.

“What’s the deal with you and your dad?” I asked, more bluntly than I had intended.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, for my family this place was an accident. We didn’t mean to end up here and certainly didn’t mean to be opening up to each other the way that we have been.” I left it vague as to the ways we were opening up exactly. “What was it like for you guys? Were you always that..comfortable with each other?” I thought back to how her father had been stroking his hard on while watching Alex dance for me, and later how it pressed up against her naked body when she jumped up to give him a hug.

“I get what you are asking. It must seem weird for you to be first experiencing it now, so grown. For us, nudity just wasn’t that big of a deal around the house. We didn’t really seek out resorts like this, but we were definitely open. Before things got bad with my parents I walked in on them having sex plenty of times. It kind of loses its shock value after a while.”

I guess that made sense. I tried to think back to if I had ever seen my parent’s fucking. I was sure I hadn’t ever seen anything, but I did have vague memories of the sounds of commotion and groans from multiple people when Lily and I had gone to bed when I was younger. The thought of my parents having sex might have made me feel weird before, but now I was seeing that there was a part of me that would welcome it. I want them to be happy. Plus, anything involving my mom and sex is OK by me. At least since last night.

The rum was really getting to my head because what came out next from me surprised even myself. “It was definitely a shock watching him stroke his dick in the audience while you gave me a lap dance though!” I tried to laugh to lighten it up as a joke, but it came out awkward and forced. Immediately after saying it, I regretted it.

To my surprise, Alex just smiled. “I know! He’s so brazen about it sometimes.”

“You knew!”

“Of course. You don’t grow up in an open house and not see a hard on every now and then,” she said.

“Sure, but he was really going at it. You had to have felt weird when you hugged him and it pressed against you.”

Why was I pushing so hard on this? Was I really so curious? Or maybe I was just grasping for anything to help me feel better about my own blurring of the family boundaries. And, it was a bit of a turn on to hear about her dad jerking off to her.

“I definitely noticed that. He’s huge after all. What’s so hard to get. He was aroused and that’s just what you do when you are horny.