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  I felt her nipple stiffen through the cloth, and pinched it gently. She groaned into my mouth and rolled her thumb over the tip of my cock, right on the sensitive spot. Moving my hand down, I cupped her swollen mound through her shorts, feeling the heat of her arousal.

  I pulled back again. “If we don’t go upstairs now, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

  She laughed and stood, taking my hand and pulling me up with her. We shut off the television and lights and climbed the stairs together, my hand on her ass.

  After we got naked and into bed, she took control, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips to slide her hot and slick pussy down onto my thickness. I groaned softly and held the weight of her full breasts in my hands, grazing my palms over her engorged nipples as she slowly rolled her hips.

  The quiet minutes passed, and she gradually increased her pace, leaning over to feed her breasts to me, first one and then the other. I licked and sucked at her swollen points, moaning as her tight and gripping pussy slid up and down my shaft.

  She began to gasp in time with her thrusts, our bodies making a soft slapping sound as she jammed herself down onto me. When she came I kissed her hard, muting her cries as she shuddered in my embrace, her pussy throbbing hotly around my solid erection.

  She panted on my chest for a few moments, and then I rolled us both over, keeping myself inside of her as I positioned my hips between her spread thighs. She curled her legs up around me as I began my rhythm, fucking her in long, even strokes.

  I didn’t last long, and when I grunted and held deep inside of her, spurting my seed against her womb, she held me in the embrace of her arms and legs, kissing my cheek and neck as she caressed my back.

  We held that way for a long moment, then I rolled over onto my back, with her turning to lie against me as we drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 5

  The next day Laurie and I went on a snorkeling excursion while Stephanie and the kids stayed back at the resort, splitting their time between the beach and the central pool. In the evening, we all had dinner at the resort’s small restaurant, enjoying all of the fresh seafood.

  The next morning, I informed Laurie I was going to go jogging on the trail that circled the island. Since leaving the Navy I’d kept myself in shape, after seeing so many of my friends get flabby after quitting the service.

  “You want to go with me?” I asked. We sometimes jogged together at home.

  “No thanks. I’m on vacation.”

  I grinned. “Not sure how long I’ll be gone. Probably an hour. Maybe longer.”

  “Stephanie and I will take the kids down to the beach. Come down and join us when you get back.”

  “Will do.”

  So I headed out, following the trail through the rugged jungle terrain. It was steep in places, and I worked up a good sweat. It was already hot out, but the lush canopy of leaves overhead provided some relief from the sun.

  But the island turned out to be smaller than I thought, and twenty minutes later I was back at the resort. I considered doing another lap, but decided to join my family instead. I took a quick look down at the beach, and saw the kids playing in the water while Laurie and Stephanie sat on beach chairs keeping an eye on them.

  I didn’t want to join them as sweaty as I was, so I headed back to the bungalow for a quick shower. The water felt good on my body as I washed off the perspiration, then I got out and gave myself a quick shave. Since I knew I was alone in the bungalow, I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around myself as I stepped out of the bathroom, carrying my sweaty clothes.

  But I was wrong. As I turned toward my bedroom, I stopped suddenly. There, right in front of me, stood Stephanie with a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes were big and round, and they were staring in the general vicinity of my crotch.

  “Whoops!” I said, and covered myself quickly with my bundle of clothes. “Sorry about that. I thought I was alone.”

  She swallowed as her eyes came up to meet mine. “I… um… Mrs. Swann sent me up to get her sunscreen. I’m sorry.”

  “Not your fault,” I said.

  She swallowed again, and her cheeks flushed red. “I didn’t see anything.”

  I smiled slightly at her obvious lie. “That’s good to hear. I’d better get dressed.”

  “Oh yeah.” She held up the bottle of sunscreen. “I’d better get down to the beach.” She stepped out of my way, leaning against the railing to give me plenty of room to pass.

  “See you down there,” I said, and walked by her. I moved to my door and opened it, but when I glanced back, her eyes had dropped again, and now she was staring at my bare ass.

  Suddenly, she looked up and saw that she’d been caught. Her face blushed even redder, and she quickly turned and hurried away, not looking back. I grinned and went into my room, closing the door behind me. I was surprised to discover my cock was slightly chubby from the encounter.

  When I got down to the beach, Stephanie and Laurie were still sitting next to each other, talking. But when the teen saw me she quickly got up, refusing to make eye contact.

  “I’m going into the water,” she said, and hurried to join the kids.

  Laurie didn’t seem to notice anything odd, so I sat down beside her and told her about my run.

  Chapter 6

  Stephanie acted weird the rest of the day, avoiding being alone with me, and looking away every time I spoke to her. That evening, after the kids had gone to bed, the three of us sat up watching a movie, with Laurie and me on one couch, and Stephanie on the other.

  At one point, Laurie said she was going upstairs to put her pajamas on, leaving Stephanie and me alone. She sat there focused on the television, refusing to look at me. A few minutes later Laurie came out of our bedroom and stood at the bannister looking down at us.

  “Honey,” she said, “do you mind if I go right to bed? The time change has finally gotten to me, and I’m worn out.”

  “No problem,” I said

  “You coming up?”

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “I’ll probably be asleep, so goodnight.”

  “Goodnight, baby.”

  She disappeared back into our bedroom, closing the door behind her.

  Stephanie shifted uncomfortably, obviously uneasy about being left alone with me. We’d never had any kind of awkwardness between us, and I realized we had to discuss this.

  Suddenly, she stood. “I’m going to bed too. Goodnight.” She headed for the steps.

  “Steph?”

  She stopped and turned around, looking upset. “Yes?”

  “Can I talk to you for a moment?”

  “About what?”

  “Could you have a seat?” I patted the cushion next to me.

  “I’m really tired.”

  “This will only take a minute.”

  She begrudgingly came over and sat down, then scooted away slightly as she turned to face me.

  “Steph,” I began, “we have almost two weeks left to spend together here, and I’m feeling an awkwardness between us. And I’m pretty sure it has something to do with what happened this morning.”

  She shrugged. “I’m okay.”

  “You don’t seem to be okay. I just want you to know that what happened wasn’t intentional on my part. I’d never do anything like that.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “I don’t think that. Oh god, I know you’re not that kind of guy.”

  “That’s good to hear. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.”

  “I was surprised, that’s all.”

  “Can we just forget about it? Block it from our minds as if it never happened? Because I don’t like this weirdness between us.”

  She smiled. “Okay.”

  I returned her grin. “Good.”

  She paused, as if she was considering whether she wanted to say something.

  “But it is going to be a little hard to forget.”

  I gave her a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

  She blushed slightly. “You know.”

  “I’m not sure I do.”

  She paused again, then blurted, “It’s so big!”

  It was my turn for my cheeks to feel hot. “Oh.”

  “I mean jeez, I never saw one that big before.”

  “Okay, now you’re embarrassing me.”

  She smiled. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Just when you go home, you may not want to mention this incident to your parents. They may get the wrong idea.”

  She giggled. “That’s probably a good idea. My dad’s very protective of me. He doesn’t like Tyler that much.”

  “I think Tyler’s a nice kid. He seems to be polite.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, but Daddy says he doesn’t like how he touches me.”

  “Yeah, I guess dads can be like that. I’ll probably hate any guy Melissa brings around when she’s older.”

  “He thinks I’m still a kid. But I’m eighteen and a woman. And women have needs, and…” Her voice trailed off. “I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

  I smiled. “Hey, I’m not your father. I used to be eighteen myself once, and I definitely wasn’t an angel.”

  She grinned. “Thank you. It’s nice to know someone understands.”

  “You’re a beautiful young woman. Tyler’s a lucky guy.”

  She beamed wide. “Do you really mean that?”

  “Of course. And I’ve met a lot of beautiful women in my life.”

  “I’m sure you have,” she said, giving me a mischievous smile. Then she said, “Did you tell Mrs. Swann about what happened this morning?”

  “No. It didn’t come up.”

  “Could you please not tell her?”

  “Sure. But why? She’d know it was just an accident.”

  “I know, but I just don’t want her to know I saw your… thing. It might make it weird between us. I guess it’s a woman thing.”

  I nodded, and in some way, I understood. “Okay. It’ll be our little secret.”

  She grinned wide again. “I like that.”

  “You like what?”

  “Us having a little secret.”

  I smiled. “On that note, I think I’m going to bed.” I stood.

  She continued to smile. “Goodnight, Mr. Bradshaw. I’m glad we had this little talk.”

  “Me too, Steph. Goodnight.”

  Chapter 7

  The next day we all went on a dolphin watching cruise, and a large number of them circled the boat, jumping out of the water and doing flips. Stephanie seemed to be back to her usual self, and even grinned at me when she saw me watching her.

  When we got back to our bungalow, we cooked dinner on the outdoor grill, then we all took a walk on the beach to watch the sunset.

  The next morning, Laurie and I went scuba diving, while Stephanie watched the children. When our boat arrived back at the resort, Temana approached us on the dock.

  “Mr. Bradshaw?”

  “Yes?”

  He held out an envelope. “The office back in Tahiti received a message for you. It arrived on the shuttle this morning.”

  I took it from him. “Thank you.”

  “Have a good day.” He turned and left.

  I tore open the envelope and removed the folded piece of paper from within. Opening it, I saw that it was from Stephanie’s mother. I held it between Laurie and me so we could both read it.

  Donovan, I’m sorry to intrude upon your vacation, but something has happened. Nathan’s mother, Grandma Anna, passed away last night. It was very sudden to all of us, and we’re still trying to get over the shock. Stephanie was very close with her, so I’m asking you or Laurie to break the news to her gently. I hate to put you out, but she’ll probably want to come home for the funeral, so could you make the arrangements for her to fly home as soon as possible? And have her call us when she gets to the airport in Tahiti. I realize this is an inconvenience, and I apologize for putting you through it. Thank you. --Marie Sweeny

  “Damn,” Laurie said. “Steph’s going to be upset.”

  I nodded. “She always talks about her grandmother.”

  “Do you want me to tell her?”

  “No, I’ll do it.”

  “Thanks. I’m not really good with that kind of thing.”

  We went back to the bungalow where Stephanie and the kids had just finished with lunch.

  After saying our hellos, Laurie said, “Melissa and Colby, do you want to go down to the beach with me?”

  “Yeah!” they replied simultaneously.

  “I can take them,” Stephanie offered.

  “No, I’ll do it,” Laurie said. “You stay here.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive.”

  A few minutes later they were gone, and I sat on the same couch we’d had the discussion two days ago.

  “Steph, have a seat,” I said, patting the cushion again.

  She gave me a curious look. “Is something wrong?”

  “Just have a seat. We have to talk.”

  She sat, and turned to me with a puzzled look. “What’s up?”

  “I’m afraid I have some terrible news.”

  Her eyes widened. “What is it?”

  I reached out and took hold of her hand. “It’s your grandmother. Grandma Anna.”

  She frowned. “What’s wrong with her?”

  I squeezed her hand. “Steph, I’m so sorry. She passed away last night.”

  She blinked a few times. “Grandma is dead?”

  “I’m sorry.”

  She began to cry. “No, I just saw her a few days ago. Right before we left.”

  I slid my other hand over hers, sandwiching it between mine. “I know you were close to her.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I handed her the letter, and she took it and read it intently. When she finished, her shoulders began to shake.

  I slid an arm around her and she pressed against me, her tears wetting the front of my shirt. I caressed her back gently. We sat like that for a few minutes, sharing the silence.

  Finally she lifted her head, and our faces were close.

  “The letter says I should go home.”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “I hate to leave when I promised I’d watch the kids.”

  “Steph, don’t worry about that. We’ll be fine. You can’t miss your grandmother’s funeral.”

  She began crying again. “I can’t believe she’s gone.”

  I brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I only met her a few times, but I could tell she was special.”

  She nodded. “She was. I’m really going to miss her.”

  The hair fell into her face again, and I pushed it back behind her ear. Our faces were still close, and she looked so beautiful this way, with her sad green eyes and wet cheeks. I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her.

  Thankfully, my common sense won out, and I pulled away slightly.

  “Thank you,” she said, “for being so nice about this.”

  “You’re practically a member of our family. It hurts to see you sad.”

  “That’s sweet.” She slid her arms up around my shoulders and hugged me tightly. “It means a lot to me.”

  I gently patted her back with both hands as we held each other.

  Finally, she pulled back. “I guess I should start packing.”

  I nodded. “When you’re ready, I’ll fly you back to Tahiti and get you on a plane to L.A.”

  “Okay.”

  I went to Temana’s office and told him about my plans, and asked him to request a faxed copy of an up-to-date Flight Service weather briefing. These were available to pilots to give them weather conditions anywhere in the world. He told me he’d bring it to me when it arrived.

  So, an hour later we were down on the dock loading Stephanie’s pink suitcase onto the plane. The kids were upset about her leaving, and she began crying again.

  Temana appeared with the weather briefing, and I thanked him before studying it. My brow furrowed.

  “Something wrong?” Laurie asked.

  “There’s a storm coming in.”

  “How bad is it?”

  “Pretty bad.”

  “Then you can’t fly.”

  “It looks like it’s going to hit Tahiti in little over an hour.”

  “You should stay here and wait until it’s over.”

  I shook my head. “Steph needs to get home. I can be in Tahiti before it hits. If it’s too rough, I can just spend the night there and fly back in the morning.”

  “I don’t like it.”

  “We’ll be fine.”

  “Send a message to Temana when you land. I need to know you’re safe.”

  “I will. We’d better get going. Love you, baby.”

  “Love you too.”

  Chapter 8

  Five minutes later I had the plane in open water and brought the throttle up, pushing it over the slightly choppy seas. The plane shook and jittered until we gained enough speed to lift off, where we smoothly rose into the clear blue sky. Stephanie seemed nervous in the seat beside me, but when I reached over and gave her bare knee a gentle pat, she smiled slightly and visibly relaxed.

  I turned the plane southward and throttled it near maximum. In my years of flying, I’d learned that bad weather is nothing to mess with, especially in a plane this small, so I wanted to land in Tahiti as soon as possible.

  I had the radio headphones on, so it was impossible for Stephanie and me to have a conversation. But I checked on her regularly, and she seemed to be holding up well.

  Forty minutes into our flight, I knew we had a problem. I could see the storm front ahead, and it must’ve picked up speed, because it was going to hit us before we reached Tahiti. I pulled off the headphones and spoke loudly to be heard over the engine noise.

  “We have to go back. The storm’s too fast.”

  Her eyes got wide and she nodded. “Okay.”