Incest/Taboo Back Home for the Holidays

From the author: This, like Part I, is a sequel to the Double Trouble story. It is not a requirement to be familiar with that story in order to simply enjoy this one for what it is. However, this may shed more light on some of the other character's motivations. I would suggest reading Part I before reading this, though, as some of the references may not be clear otherwise.

The incest/taboo categorization for Part II has to do with a mother/daughter relationship. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.
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Back Home for the Holidays

A Double Trouble Adventure

Part II : Miami

The Fort Lauderdale airport was packed. There were people everywhere, coming and going, trying to get home after Christmas. It had me feeling a little claustrophobic. I was already anxious about John meeting my mother and the hustle and bustle of getting through the airport only intensified it.

Following John through the crowd, we finally made it out to the street. It was nice to breathe the air, though hot and humid, despite it being the last week of the year, at least it was fresh. I don't mind the press of bodies, heat, and wetness if it were in the context of an orgy; but this was just unsettling. Thankfully, my thin green blouse and short green skirt helped a lot with the temperature. How John managed in his plaid shirt and jeans was beyond me. I had learned my lesson in Louisiana.

I still had not told John everything he really needed to know about my mother. By not sitting him down I had, by default, decided to let him experience her on his own. This made my anxiety ten times worse and I could feel myself about to snap. I concentrated on holding it together.

We found that we had emerged in the bus pickup area, so we made our way to the normal pickup area. I didn't recognize the car, but when the sun struck a mass of orange hair as a woman got out of a new Toyota Prius, there was no mistaking that it was my mother. Few women have hair like ours.

"Robin!" she called to me.

Exhausted from the trip, my mother's enthusiasm made me feel even more tired, but I smiled at her despite my fatigue. My mother is a bit taller than me and her tits are a little smaller than mine, but other than that we could have been twins. I noticed that the Florida sun had intensified her freckles as she came towards me. She wore nothing but sandals and a leopard-print bikini, her pale skin glowing in the waning afternoon sunlight.

I also noticed a man getting out of the passenger side of the Prius just as my mother blocked my view of him. Was this her boyfriend of the week or was he more permanent than that? I also realized that things could get a bit more complicated faster than I had anticipated. It made me doubly regretful that I had not already told John about my mother.

She came up to me as I dropped my bags at my feet. Without a word, and with tears in her eyes, she wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me for a long time.

"Hi Mom," I said softly.

She pulled back and looked me in the face. She had that disapproving look that she got whenever I called her 'Mom'. "What the fuck happened to 'Kate'?"

I smiled at that. My mother got pregnant with me when she was fourteen, so, after Dad left, she decided that she didn't like me to call her 'Mom'. I said, "Sorry. Hi Kate."

She kissed me on the lips. It was a quick kiss. Then she kissed me again, this time softer and longer.

Aware of where I was and knowing how it looked I wanted to pull away, but I also enjoyed the kiss. Kate and I have always had our differences. We've always fought, but we've also always been close. You only really fight with someone you are close to.

She pulled back and looked at me. Then she kissed me again. This time I opened my mouth to her and let her press her tongue inside. Her hands roamed down my back and to my firm ass. She gave it a squeeze.

I moaned up into her mouth. I loved Kate. We hadn't seen each other in over a year and we only talked on the phone every other week, but I knew this woman. I thought I knew her better than anyone else in this world. Returning the caress to her back, I could feel her bare skin, smooth and soft, under my hands.

"Wow," I heard John whisper to himself beside me.

Breaking the kiss, I looked at her. She was smiling at me though tears still welling in her eyes. She breathed, "I've missed you so fucking much."

We often fought over the phone about my moving back to Boston, or now to Miami, to be closer to her. "I've missed you too, Kate," I told her. It was true. When we were together there was a different sort of energy between us than when we were on the phone. We still fought, but we rarely left issues unresolved in person.

"Felix will be happy to see you," she commented, almost in passing, as she turned to look at John.

I smiled. Felix was the name my mother gave to the strap-on dildo she used to fuck me with when I turned eighteen. I had fond memories of Felix.

Now, I knew we were freaking John out and my anxiety was still present over that issue. I knew there was no getting around it and he was going to find out everything about me on this trip, except, of course, my biggest secret which I had sworn my mother to confidentiality on threat of never speaking to her again. Beyond that, the chips would just have to fall where they might. I may be a control freak but I also knew the inevitable when I saw it.

I also saw the way John was looking at Kate. While his mother was showing her age, mine was just as sexy as she had ever been. She looked just a little older than me, instead of the fifteen years it really was. He was trying not to look at her body but she was nearly naked in front of him and her pale svelte frame, as well as the earlier kiss that we had shared in front of him, were playing havoc with his mind. I saw the bulge in his jeans and knew he was losing his battle to control the swelling of his big cock.

"Kate, this is my boyfriend, John. John, this is my mother, Kate."

"Pleased to meet you Miss Nelson," he said as he put out his hand to shake hers.

I cringed. Before I could say anything, Kate said, "It's Miss Kirkpatrick. That no-good-miserable-son-of-a-bitch-asshole who got me pregnant with my sweet little Robin is Nelson. My name is Kaitlyn Kirkpatrick. You call me Kate."

My last name was still Nelson, which was another source of friction between us, but I didn't want to get into that right at that moment. I tried to intervene but, before I could, John replied, "Sorry. Nice to meet you, Kate."

She still didn't shake his hand. Instead she looked back at me and asked, "So this is the John that you broke poor little Angela's heart over?"

I was a little stunned at Kate's rudeness and anxious that maybe she would not hold her tongue regarding my big secret as she had promised to do. As for her comment about Angela, I reflexively snapped back, "I broke her heart? She hurt me!"

Kate rolled her eyes and said, "You two have been like sisters ever since she moved in with us. She fucking loves you. How can you push her aside for this... man?"

John looked just as shocked as I at this turn of events. Anger rose up in me like a rocket and I said, "Look Kate, Angela had been fucking me over for years, sabotaging my relationships. I finally caught her at it. John just happened to be there when it happened. She doesn't love me. She only wants a sidekick to party with."

"Well what's wrong with that?" she asked vehemently. "And she does love you, even after the way you treated her. She's really sorry for what she did, but you won't forgive her. She misses you so much, Robin. How can you treat her like you don't even fucking know her?"

"Because, she- Hey, how do you know how she feels?" I asked angrily. "Has she called you?"

"We talk almost every day," she said defiantly. "She calls me a hell of a lot more than you do."

"I'm pissed at Angela and you talk to her every other day? Thanks for the loyalty, Mom," I replied, raising my voice and putting a lot of emphasis on that last word.

"Angela is like a daughter to me. You fucking know that! And don't call me 'Mom'!" she said, her voice even louder than mine.

"I may not call you every fucking day to boohoo on your shoulder, but I'm your real daughter. You should be on my fucking side!" I shouted.

"I know who the fuck you are," she screamed at me. "I'm the one that had you when I was fifteen. I love both of you girls and I hate to see you fighting over a stupid fucking man!"

"We're not fighting, over John or anything else. She's out of my life! The fight was over months ago. Get over it!" I yelled at her.

"Fine! But I'm not going to stop talking to her!"

"Fine! I don't give a shit!" I shouted.

Kate, breathing heavy and her skin red, looked at John and then asked me, her voice still raised, "So, are you at least going to share him?"

"Well, of course," shouted without thinking about it. If I had thought it was an option I might have changed my mind. "I'm still me! I haven't fucking changed that much!"

"Well, okay then!" she shouted and then fell silent for a moment. Then she looked at John, who looked was completely stunned and embarrassed by the outbursts, and asked in her normal voice, "So, are you any good?"

"Ma'am?" he asked. I could see that John was completely stunned and the bulge in his pants had disappeared. He was looking around nervously like the police might show up and drag us all to the insane asylum at any moment. I didn't blame him.

She asked him very slowly, as if he were mentally challenged, "Are you a good fuck?"

I sighed. "Of course he is. He's the best I've ever had. I told you that!"

Kate shrugged and said, "We'll see," as she turned toward the Prius. The man who had gotten out of the passenger side still stood beside the car. He was six-foot-nine and looked to be very muscular, filling out his business suit in all the right places. At Kate's insistence, he approached.

John looked at me but didn't say anything. I could see the emotions across his face; concern, confusion, and little fear; fear of Kate, not the big man. I felt guilty for not preparing him to meet Kate.

As for me, I had really worked hard over the last week, living with John's parents, to watch what I said and did. I felt so free to be out of there and on more familiar territory that I was a little out of control. Now, had it not been for that, I would have still said those things to Kate but I might have been able to wait until we got to her apartment instead of spreading our dirty laundry in the airport pickup area.

Kate said, "This is Raul, my boyfriend du jour. He speaks very little English but he has a really big dick. Raul, this is my daughter; mi hija."

"Su hija?" he asked her, his voice was not deep despite his size. Then he looked at me and, with a very thick accent, said, "You hot, like Kate!"

"Gracias," I said with a smile, hoping that he didn't expect me to speak Spanish to him but trying to be polite. "Pleased to meet you, Raul. This is my boyfriend, John."

"John," he repeated before shaking John's hand.

Raul took our bags from us and put them in the rear of the Prius and we all piled in, John and I in the back seat while Raul took the passenger seat and Kate drove. I didn't begrudge Raul sitting in front since he would not have had enough room in the back seat, even though it was pretty roomy for me.

Kate began talking about Miami and how bad the traffic was as she drove; every other word 'fuck'. She had been more reserved in Boston. Miami seemed to have lowered her inhibitions even more until, if she had any filters between her brain and her mouth, one would have needed a microscope to discover it. I shuddered to imagine what she would have said to John had I not run a little interference.

My phone beeped. I looked at it. It was a text from John that read, *She hates me!*

Talking to Kate about the sights and the heat, I replied to John's text with, *She loves Angela. You can win her over.*

*'Share' me?* he replied.

He was asking about the comment at the end. This was getting too much for a text message conversation but I didn't want to discuss it out loud and I knew that if I waited until we were alone it might be a little late. I replied, *Problem with that?*

I heard him sigh next to me and then the reply came, *She's hot but she's crazy!*

Barking a laugh, I tried to disguise it was a fake cough as I continued to discuss Florida with Kate and how much she loved to be able to wear a bikini in winter. I sent my reply to John, *She's just very passionate, like me.*

"Are you two texting?" Kate asked rhetorically. "For me, I can't stand that fucking shit. I much prefer face-to-face conversations, or at least to be able to hear the other person's fucking voice."

"Sorry," I said.

"No, Robin, you do whatever you fucking want when you're with me. I'm not laying down any fucking rules. I was just making conversation," Kate told me.

My mother was a very 'free spirit' as she would have described herself. She didn't believe in rules. That's how she raised me, though I knew she wasn't completely happy with the result. I did believe in some rules and etiquette. I had low inhibitions but nowhere near as low as Kate's.

"Okay," I replied, trying to end the conversation. John already thought she hated him and this conversation wasn't helping matters. I knew why she didn't like that I called John my boyfriend and I was hopeful that I could bring her around. I just needed to sit her down and talk to her.

Everyone fell silent for a few moments as Kate drove through Miami.

Denver, where I live, is a big city but it is spread out over many square miles like many small towns all tied together. Miami, on the other hand is dense, with many tall buildings in a relatively small area.

As Kate drove through Miami and crossed to South Beach I was in awe. There was water everywhere. There were marinas packed with boats, white sandy beaches dotted with people, and rocky piers with people fishing off of them.

But for the occasional Santa Clause still decorating one or two of the tiny yards of the small houses lining the streets there was no sign that it was winter. Though the sun was starting to set it was still relatively warm.

"Here we are," Kate announced.

I glanced around.

We were driving down a road with cars parked on either side. They lined the road, nearly turning the drivable portion into a one-way. The houses that these cars were parked in front of were tiny one or two story homes. Their very small yards were all individually fenced with hurricane fencing.

Was she talking about one of these? Did she live in one of these little shacks? No! Kate was gesturing in front of us.

Out the windshield, a couple blocks in front of us at the end of the street, stood a huge building. It was all glass and steel and curves. It consisted of three oval towers that rose up over thirty stories into the sky.

"You don't live there," I said flatly.

Kate flashed me a grin over her shoulder.

"How?" I asked.

Kate thought for a moment and replied, "Generous gifts; invested wisely; and a buyer's market."

"Holy shit," I breathed. "This is a far cry from that tenement in Boston that I grew up in."

"Fuckin' A," Kate replied as she pulled into the parking garage.

The lobby of the Flamingo South Beach was huge with beautiful marble floors and great crystal chandeliers. The walls were all dark stained woods when it wasn't metal and glass. We looked around, suitably impressed, with Kate leading the way and Raul trailing behind with most of our luggage, John and I only keeping our duffle bags.

Kate's condo was on the ninth floor of the south tower, so we travelled down a corridor off to the right and took an elevator up.

The elevator ride was tense and nobody said anything for the first five floors, then Kate spun around and looked John up and down. Then she said, "John, I believe I was rude to you earlier. I'd like to apologize. You see, I love my little Robin and I want the very best for her. She believes that's you. At this point I have no fucking idea if you are good enough for her. Still, that's no excuse for being so rude."

John was taken aback. Kate was more unpredictable than I was and she really had him completely off balance. It took a moment but he collected his thoughts and said, "Ma'am, I love Robin. All I want is to make her as happy as she makes me."

Kate smiled at him for the first time. She said, "That is a good attitude to have. Welcome!" She opened her arms for a hug.

John leaned down and hugged her, his hands on her bare back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her hips against his. Then she pulled her head back and kissed him.

I was shocked but I knew I shouldn't have been. I watched John resist at first, his mouth closed, and then he relaxed, opening his mouth and kissing Kate in front of me. He had kissed a lot of women in front of me and I had never really felt jealousy until that moment. I've always told John that I hate negatives emotions and not to be jealous of anything I do. The secret is to know your own power and your own worth. So, what had changed? I couldn't think straight. I felt the urge to get in there and physically separate them. I managed to resist it until the bell dinged to indicate that we had reached the ninth floor.

Kate broke the kiss, looked at me, smiled, and said, "He is a great kisser."

I was still too caught up with my own emotions to respond. I looked at John and he looked a little glassy-eyed from the kiss and, looking down, I could see that his cock was about to burst out of his jeans. The unfamiliar feelings of jealousy swirled in my head.

"This way," Kate said as she left the elevator and walked down the hall. We both watched her, her pale body almost completely exposed in her bikini. Her ass swayed back and forth sexily as she walked away.

John watched her go, entranced by her ass. He didn't even glance at me before he started following her, walking down the hall to her apartment. He didn't even try to disguise the bulge in his pants.

I scolded myself for being jealous. I hated that emotion. I took a deep breath and followed behind.

Kate's condo was at the end of the hall. The main entryway to the condo was barred by two large doors, one of which was locked closed into place. It could be opened from the inside to allow large furniture to be moved in.

Kate put her keycard in the slot beside her door and I heard it click unlocked, just like in a hotel. She quickly opened the door inward and led us inside.

The foyer was a beautiful little area with a small oak table that held a statue and two vases containing a dozen red roses in each. As we passed by them I glanced at the cards and noticed they were signed by different gentlemen. I couldn't make out the names but I knew neither was 'Raul'.

It was a beautiful condo, with hardwood floors throughout and the walls painted various colors in the bedrooms. The walls were white in the main areas. Kate had laid down a dozen throw rugs all over the condo and all of her furniture was immaculate.

Kate gave us a quick tour.

The foyer formed a T with the main hall. Down the left hallway were two big bedrooms, each with a private bathroom and beautiful views. One of the bedrooms was actually a bit bigger than the other and contained two walk-in closets. Kate indicated that is where she slept and the other room was just a 'fun' bedroom. Neither room had a door off the main hall, but instead had a beautiful curtain at the entryway. The bathrooms and closets inside the rooms did have doors.

I watched John hang on her every word as she showed us her condo. I tried not to be jealous. I didn't know what was wrong with me. At the sex clubs he had been attracted to lots of different women and I had never been jealous in the least. What was wrong with me?

In the center of the condo, across from the foyer was a door leading to the guest bathroom and a curtain leading to the guest bedroom. Kate indicated that this was where we would sleep and so we threw our duffle bags onto the double bed. Raul had already left our luggage on the floor beside the bed. At the back of the room, like Kate's main bedroom, was a huge window, beyond which I could see the beach several blocks away and the ocean beyond.

Down the right hallway from the foyer was a kitchen with a bar on the right. Raul was in there washing his hands. He had vegetables lying about that he was about to start cutting. She had him cooking for her.

After the opening to the kitchen, the short hallway ended at a large open area that formed a combination living room to the left and dining room to the right. The dining room held a dark wooden table with four chairs and the living room contained a television, lamps, and a huge wrap-around couch. The sofa was white and soft. It bent back on itself through two ninety degree curves making it a cozy horseshoe arrangement that I found very inviting.

A wrap-around balcony lined that whole corner of the condo, accessed via sliding glass doors to the far left in the living room and the far right in the dining room. There were huge windows between those doors. All of which gave a grand view of the beach and ocean that took my breath away.

"Oh my god, the view is awesome," I said. I also noticed that this was definitely a house that was perfect for sex parties. Sharp-edge furniture, uncomfortable couches, and breakables do not go well with a roomful of horny guys and this was the antithesis of that. The fact that she kept it so clean was a small miracle, I joked to myself.

"You like it?" Kate asked casually.

I grew up relatively poor, so for Kate to have such a great place was a shock. "Yeah! How can you afford this? 'Generous gifts'? I should say so."

"Well, it would have been over a million dollars before the recession but I got it for half that," she told me."I have many gentlemen friends that give me gifts," she said as she took off her bikini top and tossed it on the couch. Her pink nipples were hard as they pointed at me from across the room.

I gasped in surprise. I had almost forgotten how uninhibited my mother really was.

I glanced at John. Sure enough, he was staring at Kate's tits. Of course, who wouldn't have been? They weren't quite as big as mine but were perfectly formed pale cones with hard little pink nipples that begged to be sucked. Her uninhibited ways were having a pronounced effect on my boyfriend. He had only thought that I was uninhibited.

My jealously rose inside me again but I held it down. I said, "I call you every few weeks and you never once mentioned that you were moving to a half-million dollar condo. I would have remembered that, Kate." I suppressing the urge to call her 'Mom' and get her upset again.

"Well now you know," she said as she opened the sliding door and let in the cool salty sea air. Kate had only been in Miami for a year and she was used to the cold up in Boston, so she was able to wear a bikini, or nothing, in temperatures that would have had native Floridians running for a jacket.

"So when you say 'gentlemen friends that give you gifts', you're talking about cash gifts, yes?" I asked mischievously. I suppose I was trying to make her look bad in John's eyes.

She nodded quickly.

"Do you pick these guys up at bars or on the street? Do they leave you cash every time? Do they have a time limit?" I asked with a grin, pretending that I was just joking around.

"Robin Nelson, what are you implying?" Kate said, in a playful tone, assuming I was just engaging in some innocent teasing. "Because if that's not the pot calling-"

Panicked that my little joke might backfire in my face if I let her finish that sentence, I quickly cut her off, saying, "Nothing; just that this place is really nice!"

"Thanks sweetheart," she told me. "Incidentally, the way your boyfriend is staring at my body is making my nipples really hard."

"Sorry," John said as he turned his head and studied a painting on the wall.

"Oh, don't be sorry. I like it," she told him with a laugh as she cupped her own tits and slowly rolled the nipples between her fingers. She stood up and headed for the bedroom telling me, "Well, I guess I had better go put something on before the poor boy explodes in his jeans."

I was so jealousy I could barely see straight. I managed to push it down and tried to attribute my foul mood to the plane ride. I couldn't even manage a reply to Kate as she slipped down the hall.

Kate called back to us from her bedroom, "You two get settled and dinner will be ready in about half an hour."

I followed John into the guest room. He sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted his watch to the new time zone as he asked, "Where's the door?"

"Kate doesn't believe in privacy. Be thankfully the bathrooms have actual doors," I chuckled as I pulled several panties from my luggage and stuffed them into a drawer, trying to let the jealousy flow out of me before I said or did something I would regret.

"No privacy?" he asked, skeptically as he unzipped his own luggage.

"She says that privacy leads to secrets and secrets are destructive. If everyone is open and honest, there's no need for privacy," I explained. I didn't know if I actually agreed with that or not, I mused. I also realized that it was a completely hypocritical of Kate to ignore the fact that Angela was so secretive and dishonest to me. I sighed and said, "That's how I was raised."

"Wow, you were raised different than me," he said.

I said, "If you meant to say, 'wow, you were reared differently than I', then yes." I never corrected John's grammar. The jealously was still there and I couldn't help myself from being angry at him for finding Kate so attractive. I was losing control.

He looked at me as if I had slapped him. "What's gotten into you?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, "just finish unpacking." Intellectually I knew that John wasn't going to leave me and move to Florida to be with an older version of me. Well, at least the odds were pretty low, but I couldn't help my feelings; feelings that I hated. Feelings which I had been preaching to John were so bad and destructive. Jealously was the worst and there I was eaten up with it for no good reason. I was more angry at myself for feeling jealous than at anything John had actually done, but I couldn't see that at the time.

"Babe, I-" John began but he stopped when he saw Kate standing in the doorway.

She had put her bikini top back on and wore a shear sarong over it. The sheer material didn't actually hide her body from view. If anything, it made her look even sexier. "Supper will be ready in about fifteen minutes. It smells so good," she informed us with a smile.

"We'll be ready," John replied quickly, again looking Kate up and down, devouring her with his eyes.

"It's Fajita's. That's all Raul knows how to prepare. I hope that's okay," Kate said, giving John a big smile.

"That'll be great," John said. "It's Robin's favorite."

"I know," she said.

John laughed and said, "Of course you do."

Kate laughed as well and then was gone.

I could barely contain myself and I couldn't help but mutter, "Put your eyes back in their sockets. She's gone."

He looked at me strangely. Then he asked, "Are you jealous?"

"Hardly," I told him. "You're embarrassing yourself."

"Oh? Yeah! Sorry about that! She's just so fucking hot, you know?" he replied, not in the least bit insulted by my comment like I had intended.

I nodded as I finished putting my clothes away. I tried to get a hold of my jealousy and keep my mouth shut. I realized at the time how unlike me it was to behave that way but I couldn't help it.

John went to the bathroom while I changed into my own bikini. It was a green number, with thin spaghetti strings holding the little triangles over my tits, which were only big enough to cover the underside of my breasts and my nipples. The bikini bottom hung so low on my hips that if instead of shaving my pubic hair to a small triangle above my slit I had let it grow it would have peeked over the top a good inch or two. Maybe John might give me a glance in this, I thought to myself.

We all gathered around the dining room table. Sure enough, everyone looked me up and down with appreciation in their eyes. I was the center of attention for a moment and I felt the old me returning. I suddenly realized, startling myself, how shallow and immature I was behaving. I had always considered myself more enlightened than most but at that moment I was definitely at my worst.

We all sat and ate together; Kate to my right, Raul to my left, and John across from me. The conversation was light but there was a sexual tension underneath it all, at least from my perspective.

I watched how John and Kate spoke to each other, flirting with glances and little touches, as they ate. He rarely looked at me.

Raul, on the other hand, molested me with his eyes as we ate. He spoke very little English but I flirted shamelessly with him. I know John noticed because I saw him glance my way when I laughed a little too loud at something Raul said, but he didn't give any indication that he cared.

I had to admit that the food was delicious. I'm a sucker for any sort of Mexican food and this was among the best I had ever tasted. Raul knew how to cook.

At one point John excused himself, heading for the bathroom.

"So, that's John, huh?" Kate asked me, softly enough that it wouldn't carry to John in the bathroom. "He may know how to fuck, but, Robin, seriously, why call him your boyfriend and move in with him?"

So, there it was. Her flirting with him didn't mean she really liked him. "I love him," I replied, a little shocked that she was bringing this up at the dinner table. Of course, I didn't know when I'd get a chance to talk to her next without John within earshot, so maybe that was as good a time as any.

"Honey, how many times have I told you? Men know nothing about love. The only love you can count on is family or from a close girlfriend, like Angela, but not a man," she said.

"You don't understand."

She pressed, speaking quickly. "Oh, I do understand. I understand more than you do. Men don't feel love like you and I do. To them love is about having you as their woman, possessing you. You are a prize to be won and once they have you they eventually grow tired of you and look for some other diversion."

"John's not like that!"

Without missing a beat she said, "Men can't help it. It's in their genes. He may act all civil on the outside but inside he's full of jealousy and resentment. Jealousy at every man you sleep with or have slept with and resentment at you for doing it. Eventually he won't be able to take it anymore and he'll leave. But, Robin, when that happens it won't be his fault, it will be yours."

"Mine?" I asked, despite the fact I wanted her to just shut up.

"Yes. Your fault for believing he's something that he's not. He's a man and as a man he's competitive, jealous, and possessive," she hissed vehemently.

"John is too self-assured to be jealous," I explained. I knew John would have been back already if he had just needed to piss, so I figured he was going to be in there a while. As for Raul, he was eating and didn't seem to have any idea what we were talking about, or care.

Kate chuckled and said, "Oh please! All men have their insecurities; all men are competitive; and all men are envious of anything someone else has that they don't. That includes you."

"John isn't jealous of other men. We go to parties all the time. He knows I always come home with him. He has never once gotten mad at me or displayed any jealousy," I told her. It was important to me that she accepted John. My jealousy had been completely replaced by my need to justify my decisions to my mother.

Kate shook her head and said, "Well, then either he doesn't give a shit about you or he hides his jealousy really well. Either way, you would be better off on your own. I don't want my only daughter to be some man's possession. You're better than that."

Growing angry, I said, "Look, Kate, I spent a lot of time and effort finding the perfect man; one that would love me but also enjoy my lifestyle."

"Bullshit. Angela told me all about your fucking tests. Most men would easily fall in love with you and most men would love your lifestyle. A man like that is not that hard to find. And every single one of them would be jealous and possessive. Eventually, John will show his true colors," she told me as she sat back up, hearing the toilet flush.

"You're wrong," I said simply.

"We'll see."

We fell silent again as John emerged from the bathroom and sat back down at the dinner table. As we ate he resumed flirting with Kate, devouring her with his eyes. His desire for her was plain to see and my jealousy over it welled up inside of me again.

After we had all finished eating Kate asked, "So, shall I have Raul make us some drinks? We can sit on the couch and chat some more."

I panicked again. I knew where that would lead and my jealousy was way too out of control for me to let that happen. Before John could reply I said, "Kate, John and I are pretty tired from the trip. Maybe tomorrow? Right now we need to get some sleep."

Not only was I jealous of Kate for turning John's head but I was also angry at her for telling me I was making a mistake by being with him. In my mind both of those feeling merged together into a ball of anger that settled into my stomach right next to the fajitas. I needed to clear my head.

I could see the disappointment on John's face. That made me even more angry and jealous. I tried to ignore it.

"Okay, goodnight sweetie," Kate told me as she poured herself a drink.

"Goodnight," I said as I got up and walked into the bedroom.

John was right behind me and once we were both in the room he asked, "What was that?"

I couldn't look at him. I opened my suitcase and rummaged for what I needed. I asked, "Are you not tired? Did you want to stay up?"

"I'm very tired, it's just that-" he began.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower," I interrupted him. I was upset, didn't want it to show, and I didn't want to hear anything else from him that might piss me off. I didn't want to take my anger at Kate out on John.

Finally finding what I needed in the luggage, shampoo in one hand and robe in the other, I went in the bathroom beside the guest bedroom. In the bathroom, which was as beautiful as the rest of the condo, I stripped off my bikini, and took a hot shower. The water felt so good on my skin. I still felt dirty from the trip.

I let the water wash my cares away. I pushed the jealous feelings and anger to the back of my mind, not wanting to deal with them yet, and relaxed. Time became lost as I showered and washed my hair.

When I was done I reluctantly turned the water off, toweled off, and blow-dried my hair. It took a while for the blow-dryer to finally get my hair reasonably dry. In the end, it was still a little damp but I didn't feel like standing there for another ten minutes.

I pulled on my green silk robe, grabbed my bikini and shampoo, and stepped out of the bathroom. The lights were off and I noticed that nobody was in the living room as I slipped back into the bedroom. I had been in the shower for almost an hour.

John was asleep on the bed, dressed in his underwear. His phone played soft music beside him on the nightstand.

I sighed. I had hoped to be fucked as we hadn't been able to get together since our romp in the forest with Jenny.

I was feeling a bit unwanted and more than a little horny. I had relaxed quite a bit in the shower. I considered lying on the bed and taking matters into my own hands but decided against it, on principle if for no other reason. I shouldn't have to. There was no way I was going to wake John up, again on principle. He shouldn't have fallen asleep if he wanted me, I reasoned. Of course, he'd probably pretend I was Kate. The jealousy came back to the surface easily. I also considered finding my mother and asking her to get Felix out, but rejected that as well. I was still pissed at her.

I wasn't sleepy, just horny, so I went to the dining room, opened the sliding door, and stepped out on the balcony. I figured the cool night air might be just what I needed to suppress the horniness and take the edge off, at least until morning. It was beautiful. The moon was waxing but more than half full as it rose above the ocean and reflected off the dappled water. The smell of the salty sea air was refreshing and the sixty-something-degree temperature felt invigorating.

I walked down the balcony and around the corner outside the living room to get a better view when I noticed that Raul was sitting outside on a chair. He wore a long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and socks. "Hi Raul," I said with a smile.

He looked startled for an instant. When he realized it was me he smiled and said, "Air cool. Feel good."

I nodded. "Yes it does," I said. "The moon is lovely tonight."

"'Lovely'?" he asked. "What this word mean?"

I smiled. "'Lovely' is like 'pretty' or 'beautiful'. Bonito?"

He smiled at me and said, "Bonita!"

"So, the moon is bonita?"

"Si," he replied. Then he pointed at me and said, "Usted es muy bonita."

I knew that 'muy' meant 'very'. I didn't know what 'usted' meant but he was pointing at me, so I took it as a personal complement. I smiled at him, "Gracias," I replied, exhausting my knowledge of Spanish.

"De nada, chica," he said. Then he looked at me and slowly said, "He visto tu cuerpo en tu bikini. ¿Quieres ver mi cuerpo desnudo?"

I should have stopped him right there and made him speak English, but I didn't. Of his last two sentences I caught the work bikini and I knew from the way he said it that he was asking me a question. So, though I was in way over my head, I surmised that he had complemented my bikini. Ignoring the question, I just smiled and said "Gracias".

He smiled and got out of the chair. He stood there looking at me as he pulled at the snaps of his shirt and, once it was completely open, let it fall to the ground. He then tugged at the belt of his jeans, opened them, and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.

I realized immediately that I had misunderstood whatever he had said to me but I was way too shocked, curious, and horny to stop him. I was speechless. I just stood there, gaping at him.

He was all muscle. He had big brawny arms, a massive chest, a narrow waist, and thick legs. He wore no underwear so I had full view of his cock in the moonlight which was beginning to fill out to a good ten inches and as thick as my wrist. His entire body was light brown and he was completely hairless but for the hair on his head.

Raul took his own dick in his fist and slowly pumped it to full hardness. He watched me the whole time, judging my reaction. I gave him none as I stood, staring at him. When his cock was fully hard he said, "¿Es lo suficientemente grande como para mí tener relaciones sexuales con usted?"

Again, I knew in the back of my mind that I should make him speak English, but, confronted with such a fine man, naked, and with a big hard cock, I subconsciously decided not to. I recognized the word 'grande', so I figured he must have been bragging about how big his dick was. I nodded vigorously. I had seen bigger, but not in the last few weeks. It was impressive.

Sure enough, I had misunderstood again, because Raul covered the distance between us in a heartbeat. He swept me into his arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. He had one hand on my upper back and the other on my ass.

I reflexively opened my mouth to him. I could feel his hard throbbing cock press against my stomach. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. I was so horny.​