Chapter 02
Back on the plane...
I often thought of that day, especially as the plane kept roaring to its destination. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Lila emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a beautiful sun dress that gave anyone who looked no illusions about her curves and loveliness. I gave her a half smile as I was still staring off out the window. Lila took the seat next to me, putting my hand in hers. I looked over at her again.
"How are you doing, my love?" she asked me in the soft, calming voice she was famous for.
"I'm ok," I said, "just lost in my own head, I guess."
She took a tighter grip of my hand.
"Everything is going to be fine; I promise you."
I nodded absent mindedly still kinda half in and half out.
"You do believe me, don't you?" she asked as she grabbed my hand tighter.
"I know," I told her in order to ease her own mind. "Just nervous I guess."
"Oh, my love," she said with as much emotion and feeling as humanly possible. "You have nothing to be nervous or worried about." She was stroking my hand at this point. "At least you don't have to worry about my family liking you," she said with optimism.
"Yeah......" was my only response, turning back to the window.
Two Months Ago
We'd been together for four months, easily the happiest of my life. It took only a month for us to declare to each other that we were in love, and we spent damn near all our time together.
Don't get me wrong, I still worked, and she still went to school; but anything in between was our time. Whether in my apartment or her's, mostly her's, we were together.
I was able to learn more about her during all this. First, her sexual appetite was beyond voracious. She'd wake me up for a blowjob in the morning, and we were constantly boning at different times during the day. Several other factors contributed to this.
One, she was a nudist. Whenever she got home, she'd almost immediately shed her clothes. She seemed so free doing it. I also found out she never wore underwear at all, never really seeing the point apparently. Of course, if any girl had a body like hers, you'd think it should be illegal to cover any part of it. It wasn't long until I was joining her, feeling more confident in myself than ever before, not to mention losing some baby fat weight.
Two, she loved porn. She watched so much porn. Every type of genre and body type. DP, Anal, Gangbang, Orgy, Family Porn; she was down for all of it. I'd never been with anyone so liberal with it. She kept toys all over the place for herself, in case she got the urge or wanted to put on a show for me.
Three, this girl was down for anything. She came out to me as bi the first morning I stayed over, also known as the day after I met her. It really turned me on, and we fucked pretty hard, her talking about threesomes and eating out girls. She was very comfortable with her sexually. Rim jobs, plugs, everything.
Maybe most importantly of all, she was always happy. Even when she had a bad day at school or something, she always seemed to look on the bright side. I'd never seen her be mean or snide to everyone. She seemed like she was pure positive energy and I absorbed as much as I could.
I had friends come in from out of town and they instantly fell for her too. They thought I'd be a fool to let her go at a time when I really did wonder if I was getting in too fast. The guys and even the girls all said they were jealous.
But now came a huge test. Almost out of nowhere, Lila told me her family was coming into town for a visit. Her father had business somewhere in the states and was going to stay in town for a couple days on their way back. Apparently, they were always planning to swing by and see her, but now that Lila had told them about me; they were definitely coming.
Lila spent two days filling me in about her family, trying to calm and relax me so I wouldn't be nervous. She really did her best but let's be honest; meeting the girlfriends' parents is always going to be a stressful event.
My first time meeting them was at a restaurant not far from their hotel. It was a really fancy place and I made sure not to dress like a schlub for it. Lila wore an elegant dress that looked like it was stitched just for her. I was kinds surprised at how tight the dress was and how much cleavage it showed. We were seeing her family after all.
We got to the restaurant first and we're sat at the table that her father had reserved. I was tempted to order a drink to further calm my nerves but thought that they might find that rude. Within only a few minutes, in they rolled.
The first person I spotted was her younger sister Sara. She looked a lot like Lila I noticed right away. Her ass was definitely in the same category as her sister, if not larger and she also had nice pouty lips. The biggest difference was in cup size really. Sara had only high C-cups, looking spectacular and fitting her frame well.
Next was her brother Manny, younger than Sara in age. He was a bit on the shorter side but looked like he was in good shape and took care of himself. Like his older sister, had a happy smile on his face and seemed very peppy.
Then there was Angela, the youngest child. She looked barely 18 and seemed kind of loose and carefree. She definitely didn't have the ass of her older sisters, but she certainly had something else. For such a young girl, she had a huge rack, larger then Lila's. They didn't seem as firm as hers, but they were definitely an attention getter. I could also swear she wasn't wearing a bra.
Now came Mom, Noni. Lila definitely took after her as her shape was so near her daughter's, it was stunning. At first, I had a hard time believing that she was old enough to be Lila's mother. Her curves were damn near identical to her eldest daughter's with a bit of sag if any. She definitely had more Polynesian features then all the kids, including Lila. It seemed damn near impossible to me that this woman could've birthed four kids.
Then finally Michael, the dad. My palms were sweating. He was about two or three inches taller than me. He had a bit of a dad bod, but mostly looked in good shape. He was white, looked almost to be Irish if I had to guess. He had a big smile for greeting Lila. Not as much for me, but not outright unfriendly.
Everyone else on the other hand, couldn't have been nicer or friendlier. Manny really took a shine to me quickly and Noni was very kind as well; apparently Lila had given me high marks in the boyfriend department. Michael remained cool.
"So, tell us more about your job," Sara insisted.
"I mostly do contract work for companies, charities, whatever. Creating websites, programs, computer networking, the works."
"Contract work, huh?" Michael injected with a raised eye. "Doesn't seem very steady work, does it?"
"Well actually..."
"Actually, Daddy," Lila jumped in, "he has to be a contractor because he's so in demand, no one company can really afford him." She added a smile to her answer
"Hmmm," was Michael's only reaction as we ordered. Mostly everyone got seafood items while I went for a simple steak. Honestly, it was the cheapest.
"Not a seafood fan?" Michael asked me.
"No, I am," I told him. "I just don't normally order it too often."
"Well, sometimes you should do things you don't normally do," Michael retorted. This guy was testing me, and I knew it. He wanted me to show him my "true colors"
"Good point," I replied cheerfully. I wasn't gonna give him an inch. He wanted to push me. I ordered crab legs and raw oysters. He looked at me and nodded slightly, with a grin. The first point in my favor with him of the entire night.
The food was excellent. I had to admit that Michael had made the right decision to push me toward the seafood. I noted to Lila we'd have to do it more often. A few of the family members gave me sly looks at the way I had phrased that.
Michael and Noni had invited us back to their hotel. I couldn't believe the size of the suite. It looked like the one out of "The Hangover".
I was still not doing great with Michael. Never really rude toward me, but his questions and his tone very much told me he wasn't really a fan of mine.
Noni got drinks for everyone, even Angela who was "technically" underage. I had taken my jacket off and relaxed a bit in the living room. But then Michael kept looking over at me and down my arm. I couldn't figure out why, trying to see if I had muscle or what.
"Nice watch there," he said looking at my wrist.
"Thank you," I said responding to the complement with a smile.
It wasn't a complement.
"Needed to spend your money on that, huh?"
Now he'd crossed the line, whether he knew it or not. Lila and Noni looked at my face and the rest looked at Michael.
"Actually, it was a gift."
Michael's eyes went wide, and he immediately looked over at Lila.
"Did you give him that?!" he asked his daughter.
"No, I didn't" she said truthfully and with determination. Like the college student was gonna afford it, I thought. He turned back toward me.
"Then who gave it to you?" Michael asked, turning back to me. It was a rude question, but I felt like he didn't care. If this wasn't my girlfriend's father, I would've lost it. But I kept calm. At least as calm as I was gonna be.
"With all due respect, that's really none of your business, sir." I really was losing my cool. "But if you need to know it was from my mother."
The look on his face told me he knew about her.
My mother had died a few years before in a car wreck. Before that, when I graduated from college, she gave me something I'd always wanted. A vintage Omega Speedmaster, the same kind Neil Armstrong had when he walked on the moon. I wore it at all times because A: it was an awesome watch and B: it reminded me of Mom.
Lila looked sad in her eyes for the first time since I'd known her. She'd known full well about the watch and what it meant to me. Noni shot Michael a look of pure anger. Michael quickly tried to reverse course.
"Look, uh..."
"Don't worry about it," I said as friendly as I could, but still somewhat stern. "I should probably head out and let you all catch up. I'll see you all in the morning." I said standing up. Everyone knew I had to go early due to an early meeting the next morning. I would be joining them for a late breakfast after at Lila and I's favorite diner.
I politely said goodbye to everyone and headed out, giving Lila a small kiss on the cheek. Lila followed me out and stopped me in the hotel hallway.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," she said, "he really didn't mean..."
"Yeah, he did," I replied back quickly. "I'm sorry babe, but I need to walk this off a bit."
"Let me get my things and walk with you," Lila said turning quickly.
"No," I told her stopping her. "I think I need to be alone right now. You should spend time with your family. I'll see you in the morning." I said with as much of a smile as I was capable of. She nodded her head and I walked toward the elevator.
I have to admit, I was angry. Fuming really. How dare he question me like that? Yes, I was dating his daughter; hell, in love with her, but that gave him no right to talk to me like that!
When I got home, I poured myself a drink and calmed myself down. I told myself that tomorrow, he wasn't going to get away with that. I would try to be nice, but if he was going to act like that, fuck him. I went to bed pissed.
I felt better when I woke up the next morning, attending the meeting I had with no trace of what I'd felt last night. Everything went great, a new deal was reached. I then changed and headed to the diner. I was less mad then the night before, but I wasn't happy. I knew I'd have to get it together before I got there, and I really tried.
When I got to the diner, Michael was out front. He made it clear he wanted a word with me.
"Hey, everyone's inside but could we talk for a second?"
I nodded and we went to the side of the building.
"I...uh...," he started, "I gotta tell you how deeply sorry I am."
I was stunned. I wasn't expecting that at all.
"I did know about your mom, but I didn't know about the watch. But even still, I should never have spoken to you like that. Everything my daughter has told me about you shows how much you care for her and respect her. You treated me with respect last night, and I did not do the same. Last night, you would've had every right to knock me on my ass. Hell, if the roles had been reversed, I might have."
I could tell there was a lot of emotion behind this.
"You acted like a man, and I didn't. You earned my respect last night and you have my word, I will never talk to you or treat you like that again," he finished extending his hand toward me. I took it.
"Sir?" I said to start off, "thank you for that. I really do appreciate it. I just want you to know how much I love your daughter and I really want to thank you for raising such a wonderful person."
He looked at me with so much respect and gratitude it was overwhelming.
"Call me Michael, son," he insisted. He clapped me on the back, and we went in to see everyone.
After breakfast, we took them on a tour of the city. Manny, Sara and Angela were in awe by it. I guessed that living on an island didn't allow for a lot of this. Many pictures were taken. Sara wanted a family picture at a certain point, and I grabbed the camera to take it. Michael grabbed someone passing and asked that I join in.
The whole day was kind of a mindfuck, honestly. This guy, who gave me no shortage of grief yesterday and gave me shit about my watch, was so warm and affectionate toward me, it was crazy. Michael had held me in contempt for most of yesterday, and now he was acting like my best friend.
We went to dinner again for their last night there. Not as fancy as last night, but still really good. It felt warmer at the table as we were all there. More and more, I was feeling less like an outsider and more accepted. Michael chief among them, being nicer and friendlier.
We finished and went back again to their suite. We got some drinks going and Michael produced a couple of cigars.
"Any interest?" he asked with a friendly smile. I was known to like cigars and I guess this got passed from Lila to him. I took him up on his offer and he and I were alone on their patio.
I was relaxed but still nervous. Not so much being with Michael as he'd greatly put me at ease, but now, for what I wanted to talk to him about. He saw the look on my face that apparently said, "I've got something on my mind."
"What are you thinking about, son?" he asked before taking a good puff. I took a puff to stall a bit as I organized my thoughts.
"Something I've been thinking about for a while," I said trying to put into words what I meant. Michael turned to look at me. "I'm in love with your daughter," I started. "She is easily the best person I've ever met. She's kind, smart, thoughtful, positive. And every moment we've spent together has been amazing. I just wanna..."
"Son," Michael interrupted, "if you're trying to ask me what I think you are, you have our blessing."
Could've knocked me over with a feather and apparently the look on my face showed that. Michael leaned into me.
"I know you love my daughter, and you treat her well. Noni and I talked last night. If you want our blessing, you have it."
I could have jumped for joy right there. But Michael threw up a hand to stop that.
"I need to ask you for one thing though."
My curiosity was up, and I nodded toward him.
"I want you to wait one month before you ask her. One month from today. I won't ask anything else, just that you wait a month. After that, ask away."
I really had wanted to do it tonight with her family there. I had the ring in my pocket. But, if that's the only thing he's asking to marry the most beautiful and amazing woman I'd ever known, it seemed like a small ask.
"One month, you have my word."
He smiled at me and clapped me on the shoulder.
"Good man. I promise it'll be worth the wait."
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I didn't really care. I had their blessing. I was on cloud nine.
We went to her place that night and I made passionate love to her. Slow, steady and sweaty. I even gave her a rim job which gave her a wild orgasm. She didn't know why I was so voracious that night, but I did.
Back on the plane...
The plane was beginning its final decent, my nerves started to ramp up again.
This was it.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. Lila saw this and started rubbing my hand more.
"Are you sure you're ok, my love?"
I wish I could tell her a flat yes. But right this moment...
"I'm just trying to get my head right. Trying to prepare myself."
Lila looked at me with the love-struck eyes she always had.
"Baby, what you have done for us, what you were willing to give up; I swear to you, it will all be worth it."
I slowly looked at her as she said this.
"Our lives are going to be so wonderful; you cannot even imagine. As I told you before, you will never regret this, my love. We are going to be so happy."
I took a few more deep breaths and looked at her.
"It's a big change, you know?" I said to Lila. "It's a lot to process and adapt to."
"I know, honey. It's always tough moving to a new place." I looked at Lila with a "are you kidding me?" look.
"You know full well that a change of location is not the biggest part of this." I was sterner saying this than I normally would've been. She was a little taken aback by it.
"Your right," she admitted, "I've thrown a lot at you and asked you to accept a lot. And the fact that you were willing to come and try means that you are absolutely the perfect man to spend my life with."
I admit that made my heart melt a bit. I wasn't really angry, per se; it had just been a long, damn month.
One Month Ago
It was the day! I was so excited I could hardly focus while I was at one of my client's offices doing work. I had done what Michael asked of me. One month exactly. I ran back to my apartment after leaving Lila's for work at one of my sites this morning to grab the ring box and put it in my bag. The whole time I was at work I kept thinking about it and checking to make sure it was still there while walking over. While I was walking to Lila's, I swear I was damn near skipping to get there.
I told Lila that I wanted to do a special dinner tonight. I had originally planned to take her out to eat, but she insisted on cooking. She was an amazing cook and could honestly make anything I desired better than a restaurant anyway. I asked for a steak dinner, and she was more than willing to oblige.
It was exciting times, anyway as Lila had recently completed her MBA studies. I figured she was on the job hunt now and I was sure she was going to get many offers.
My plan was simple. Wait till after dinner. Let her get dessert ready and come back with the ring, ready to go. When she came to serve dessert, she was in for the shock of her life. I was smiling the whole way there.
I arrived at her apartment and used my key. By this time, we basically lived together, primarily in her apartment. It was just plain nicer than mine.
"Hey babe, I'm home," I said announcing myself to her.
"Hello, love," she answered, "I'm in the kitchen. Why don't you get comfortable, and I'll pour you some wine?"
I knew full well that "get comfortable" meant "lose the clothes". As I noted previously, she all but refused to wear clothes in the house and had me trained to do the same. I may have found it a bit odd at first, but I had to admit it was freeing as well. Also, it allowed for quick sex whenever.
I put my bag in its usual place by the door and headed into the bedroom. I shed my clothes and put them in the hamper. I took a quick pee and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked good today and tried not to look anxious. I threw on some extra deodorant though, just in case.
I came out of the bedroom butt naked and headed to the kitchen. On my way I could see the table was set with candles and everything. She really took to heart the whole "special night" thing. I then stepped into the kitchen and saw Lila.
Her back was toward me so she couldn't see me. She was wearing an apron for obvious reasons but nothing else, so her perfect, full ass was exposed to me. Not wanting to startle her too much, I just gently caressed her backside. She turned to me and smiled.
"I love it when you touch me," she said as she gave me a kiss.
"Funny you should say that" I replied, "because I love touching you."
She smiled at me and kissed me again.
"The wine is over there, would you put the glasses on the table? Dinner is almost ready."
I grabbed the glasses and put them in the respective places. She then came in and served the food, having now removed her apron.
It was great as always; she was such a good chef. We finished up and she started clearing the plates. Like every night, I offered to clean up and just like every night, she refused. For some reason, she just loved cleaning dishes. If it made her happy, whatever.
She made some coffee and said she was almost ready with dessert.
Bingo! Go time!
"Ok, babe. I'm gonna run to the bathroom really quick, be right back."
I made a token run to the bathroom and just flushed the toilet. As the kitchen and the table were not really visible from the living room, I figured I had a straight run to my bag without being seen.
I looked out from the bathroom and found she wasn't there. I made my way to my bag, being careful not to let her hear that I was opening it. I got it open and found the ring box.
It was empty.
"Fuck!" I said quietly and I started hunting for the ring. How the hell could it have fallen out?! I looked all around for the ring, and it wasn't there. I was crestfallen.
"Looking for this?"
I turned around and saw Lila standing at the far end of the room. She had the ring between her fingers. Her smile was the look of someone who had pulled one over on someone else, which of course she did. For those of you who have never seen the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with completely naked and holding the ring you wished to give her in her hands, its weirdly erotic.
I walked slowly across the room. I stood right in front of her and took the ring from her. I then got on my knee which was weird cause I was at eye level with her bare pussy. Not the time for that now, I told myself. The business at hand was more pressing.
"Lila," I started, "you are the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. You have made everything in my life better and brought me so much love, it consumes me."
She started tearing up at that. She hadn't seen nothing yet. I held the ring up to her.
"This is my mother's ring," I told her. Her eyes welled up even more. Anyone can give someone a ring, but something from my mother who had passed and meant the world to me was a different story. I let those words hit her with full force.
"She told me that I should give this ring only to the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." I was still letting the emotion build.
"That's why I want to give this ring to you," presenting the ring forward to her.
"Lila Noni Archer, will you give me the honor of being your husband?"
Boom! Hit her with both barrels. Her eyes were focused squarely on the ring and filling with tears.
"My love!" she said with so much feeling, "there's nothing in this world that would make me happier!"
JACKPOT!! I smiled wide and I began to slide the ring on her finger.
"Before you do that," she said as my heart dropped, "we need to talk."
Oh shit... There was no way this was good. Was this the part where she tells me she used to be a man, cause that surgeon deserves an award. She guided me onto the couch and held my hand.
"Before you worry," she said a bit too late, "this has nothing to do with me wanting to marry you. I love you with all of my heart."
I was slightly relieved, but she was winding up for something. I just wasn't sure what.
"I need to tell you more about my family, the family business and where we come from."
She seriously was picking now for a history lesson?!
"My family controls the largest company on our island. Our home has an herb that only grows there that is essential to all modern contraceptives. The natives used it exclusively for years, until my grandfather decided to share it with the world. It also controls a mineral unique to the island that is used in most modern technology."
I was listening trying to absorb all of this.
"The reason my father was cool to you at first and why he questioned you on your watch was because he thought you were a gold digger that was after family money and gifts. That's why he thought I bought it for you."
I'm not gonna lie, this was starting to make a lot of sense. I had always wondered how she was able to afford this place on an MBA students' scholarship. It also explained why Michael kept giving me the stink eye that first night.
"After you left that night, I explained about the watch and that I'd never told you about the family business or money. That's when he knew you weren't with me for money or anything."
Things were clicking into place now.
"Baby, I totally understand that. I'm not upset in the least that you didn't tell me. You need to be careful and make sure people are around you for you and not anything else. If that's what you were worried about, I completely understand. You know I don't care about your family's wealth, just you."
She smiled a bit, but not a lot. It then hit me that she wasn't done.
"Thank you, babe. I've always known that money wouldn't've been a factor in you wanting to be with me. But I got my MBA so that I could work in the family business. Which means I would have to go back home."
There it was. She didn't intend to stay here. She was gonna leave me.
"I want you to come with me."
Wait, what now?
"Part of what the business needs right now is tech support and new computer infrastructure. The companies here can't afford you, but we can."
My head was spinning now.
"So, you want us to move to the middle of the South Pacific to work at your family company?"
"Yes," she said. "It would allow us to get comfortable with the family business before I eventually take it over."
Huh? Apparently, my face said the same thing.
"I'm the oldest and someday, it will be my company. I want to build this company with you. I know you asked my dad when he was here for his blessing to marry me."
She knew a month ago??!!
"And I also know he asked you to wait a month. The reason was so he could make sure he could clear your immigration to move to the island. He got word to me a few days ago that it was all set. We can be together there."
I took a few deep breaths. This was a lot. Moving my whole life? Leaving the states? But then I looked at my potential bride and realized there was nowhere I wouldn't follow her. Plus, a tropical island isn't the worst place to wind up.
"If you're really serious about this," I said slowly to sound measured, "I'm with you. I love you with all my heart and there's nowhere I wouldn't go with you."
She smiled, but again not a huge amount. There was more...
"That makes me so happy, my love," she said guardedly. "But I need to tell you more about my island."
What was this gonna be? It's an island. What was the big deal? Were we all gonna live in grass huts or something? I figured I should just listen and urged her to continue.
"The island isn't like the rest of the world," she started. "They have very different ideas about things."
Where was this going?
"You've noticed I don't particularly have problems with nudity or showing myself off when we are out, or anything like that."
A blind man would've noticed at this point.
"On the island, we are taught different things about our bodies and our sexuality then you are here."
If I was capable of raising up my eyebrow like The Rock, I would have at this point.
"We are taught that the human body is beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. We are taught sex is beautiful and nothing to hide. We have many naturals on the island and it's no big deal."
"What are naturals?" I asked.
"What you would call nudist. There are people who go their entire lives on the island never wearing clothes."
"Wow," I responded, "that's pretty liberal."
"And that's how I was raised. My family are all naturals. They kept their clothes on around you, but normally, they never wear them."
All naked?! I guess an island gives you more freedom with that stuff. I could see the logic of it. Expose people to things so that they become no big deal, like Europeans with wine.
"Well," I started, "I admit that it's a bit out there, but I know that it's a lifestyle that people participate in. It certainly doesn't seem like it was scarring or anything. Live and let live."
I admit it was weird, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been.
"Yes, my family believes in family closeness in being natural......completely natural."
"What does "completely" mean?"
Lila was definitely trying to find the right words and suddenly I was back on my guard.
"I mean it also applies to sex."
I just stayed still waiting for her to further explain.
"We are taught that sex is wonderful and beautiful. It isn't something to be ashamed of or something to be hidden once you reach maturity."
She was being intentionally vague, and I was kinda tired of it.
"Lila, what are you trying to tell me?"
She took a deep breath again.
"It's typical on the island for families to share their love with each other."
I was just blinking at this point. She couldn't've been telling me what it sounded like.
"You're saying that families on your island fuck each other?" I asked point blank.
She nodded slowly as my eyes got larger. It was time to ask the next logical question even though I was very nervous to ask it.
"Your family?"
She again slowly nodded her head.
That was it. She'd been fucking her family!!! I shot out of my seat and started pacing in a daze.
"Seriously?!"
She again just slowly nodded. I kept pacing.
This wasn't real. This was some fucked up nightmare or something.
"Are you messing with me?"
She started slowly shaking her head no. By the grave look on her face, I knew she was serious. I kept breathing hard and pacing. How was I supposed to deal with this shit?! She boned her parents and her siblings?! I decided to ask flat out.
"You've had sex with your dad and brother?!"
She took a beat before she answered.
"Mom and my sisters too."
Good God! She'd been with them all!! I felt like I was losing my mind. This couldn't be true!
"How long?" I said trying to figure out if this was a drunken slip thing or what.
"Since maturity, baby," she said, "we grew up with intimacy, love and pleasure all around us. We were brought up that it was natural and once we become adults, we're allowed to partake in it."
I felt like I was hyperventilating. I had to sit down, but not next to her. I took a seat in a recliner close by, trying to compose myself. She just stayed on the couch, looking at me nervously. I then had a sudden thought.
"What happened when your family was here?" I just asked that to see her reaction. She just looked at me nervously. I had my answer. "Fucked 'em all, huh?!" I said angrier than I had ever talked to her. But I was angrier than I ever was at her. Quite frankly, I felt I had that right. She just kinda looked at the ground sheepishly.
"I was with my mom and sisters," she said quietly.
Normally when a woman admits to a lesbian stint, its either a happy day or you wonder why you weren't invited. This was not that.
I stood up and started pacing again.
"Baby, I know this is a lot to take in," she said meekly.
"NO SHIT!" was my response. I was running on fumes at this point.
"Please," she pleaded, "I never wanted to hurt you." I just started laughing sarcastically at that.
"A bit late for that, don't you think?!"
Lila was almost in tears, but I didn't care. I was consumed by anger and fury. I was still naked in her house. My first instinct was to get out.
"I should go," I said heading toward the bedroom.
"NO!" Lila screamed out. I'd never heard her yell like that before. "My love, I beg you, please don't go!"
The suddenness of it made me stop. I turned and saw her in tears and on her knees.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Look," she started, "I know you're upset and have every right to be. You asked me to marry you and I wanted you to know everything about me, my family and our way of life. I'm sure you can understand why I didn't share this with you until now."
"Probably cause I'd probably go running for the hills, and I'm still leaning in that direction right now pretty heavily."
"NO!" she said again pleadingly. "Please listen!"
I didn't sit back down, but I didn't go toward the bedroom either. She wanted me to listen. Fine.
"I came to the states to get my education so that I'd be able to run the company one day. I didn't come here thinking I'd find you. I never had so much as a date here before I met you."
I knew she didn't date much before we got together, but she didn't ever tell me she never dated here.
"Finding you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. You've made me happier than ever before. But this isn't my home."
We both a took breath as she said it.
"So, plain and simple," I asked to clarify, "you're going back to incest island whether I go or, not right? You love me, but I'm supposed to give up everything to follow you; when you've made clear you won't do the same for me?"
She just looked at me nervously.
"Tell me which part of that I'm wrong about," I pushed.
"I have a responsibility to my family," she said. "You're right. I will go back without you if I have to. And if that happens, I'll be sad for the rest of my life. I don't think I'll ever have love for someone again the way I love you."
She hit me with a 2x4, and she damn well knew it.
"You want me to move to your island and be perfectly fine watching you fuck your whole family? I don't consider myself a jealous guy, but there are limits and I think you just found them. What if we have kids?! You want me to be ok with your family fucking our kids? You doing it? ME?!"
"Baby, it's really not like that," she tried to explain. "Yes, kids are generally shown and taught that sex is beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. We don't lie or hide love from them. But we there's no abuse. There is no pressure. Non-consensual contact is our highest crime, right along with underage contact. Yes, monogamy isn't practiced really as you would understand, but love and partnership still are. You met my parents; did they really seem like they weren't in love and committed to each other?"
That last point, I would concede. Her parents seemed all over each other when I saw them, so I nodded that she had me there.
"I know that this is a lot to take in and you need time," she admitted. "I want you to go into the bedroom and think. I'll stay out here while you do. Take as much time as you need, just please don't leave until you've really thought about this."
Even in my anger, I could see the logic behind what she was saying. I nodded slowly. I made my way to the bedroom.
"Wait!" she insisted, spinning me around again. "I know what I'm asking. I know how much you love me, and I hope you know how much I love you. I want more than anything on this earth for you to come with me and be mine forever. But..." she stopped, wiping some tears from her eyes and handing me back the ring. "But if you decide to leave, I'll understand."
There was no more to be said. I left her with tears in her eyes and I went into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I just stood there against it, breathing heavily.
My head was swimming. I couldn't register up from down. There was a part of me that just knew it. Knew it had all been too good to be true. This perfect woman falls in love with me, there had to be something, but not this.
Secret kids. Debt. Loan sharks. All of those would've seemed close to normal. Or at least understandable. Even the nudity stuff didn't really throw me too much, tropical island and all.
But incest?! It at least explained Lila's attitude toward sex and nudity. She'd fuckin been around it all her life!
I made my way over to the bed and sat down. I really was trying to figure out what to do. Do I just run? Get my clothes on and get out? Muscle my way through Lila who'd try to stop me.
I dismissed it. Why should she get the satisfaction of running me off? She deserved angry words from me first. Telling her what a whore and a tramp she was. She brings her family here to meet me, her father insults me, then they bang her?!
I should tell her off. I should tell her she broke my heart, ruined my life, and hope her life is hell after this. GODDAMN HER!
I took some more breaths, realizing my anger was consuming me. It was known to happen with me, but it had been a while. Actually, I couldn't remember being angry the whole time I was with Lila. Until today.
She'd lied to me. She'd been lying to me for five months. Not about her family business and money. She was right, I really didn't give a crap about it. But her family was boning each other all the time!
And yet none of them seemed traumatized. They all seemed perfectly normal. Not like they had been brain washed by a cult or anything. They all seemed happy and well adjusted.
I took psych classes in college and none of them exhibited signs of PTSD or anything close. They didn't seem like they were struggling with pain or trauma.
They seemed happy.
That sudden revelation really had me spinning. Could they really just be happy and well adjusted? Lila certainly seemed to be. She was the most stable and put together person I'd ever known.
Now I was really confused. My head was spinning. Everything I'd ever heard on this subject said that it permanently fucked people up for life, no matter if they waited for adulthood. And yet there was a whole society functioning with it and in some ways, even thriving.
But fuck that. Throw all of that aside. I was expected to share my eventual wife, not only with her family, but anyone who came along?
But she hadn't said that. She never said she'd open her legs for anyone. I assumed it.
Did that even matter? Would she ever be fully mine? Then of course that led to the thought if I had any right to possess her. Making her my wife didn't make her my property. Did this work both ways? Was I allowed to bang anyone I wanted on her island? Did I want to do that?
Maybe I need more information. But even if I had it, could I live with it?
I needed more facts and my only source to those facts was in the living room. But I couldn't go out there angry. If I put her on the defensive, I would never be able to trust anything that came out of her mouth. Who knows what she'd tell me in order to keep me from leaving?
I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I needed perspective here. I dried my face and took a deep breath. Tentatively, I opened the door.
I saw her sitting on the couch. It was clear that she had been crying while I was in there. I did feel bad about that, but also felt like why should I feel bad about that?
She looked shocked that I was out of the bedroom. I went over to the couch and sat down. She looked like she was about to speak, but I held my hand up to stop her. She adhered.
"So, on this island," I started out, "is this a free for all?"
She looked confused by the question. Fine, I'll elaborate.
"Anyone comes up to you there and you dutifully spread your legs and let them in?"
She seemed shocked by the question, but for the life of me; I couldn't understand why. Given all she'd told me, it seemed completely legitimate.
"Are you asking," she said worriedly, "if I'm going to lay down for everyone on the island?!" She seemed almost indignant at the question, which kinda pissed me off.
"You've just told me that you've had sexual relations with your own family since you became an adult. You've made your island out to be a sexual smorgasbord. How the hell am I supposed to know what the boundaries are?"
She seemed to understand a little bit now.
"You are wondering how prolific it all is," she ascertained. "Everyone respects each other's boundaries, and no one does anything they don't want. No one takes advantage of me there."
"That's not what I'm asking," I said clearly, "I'm asking about you. What will you do?"
Her eyes said she got it now, and why I was asking. If I didn't know better, I would see some hope there.
"My love, I would never do that," she said declaratively. "My family will always share my love, but that doesn't mean that anyone can just come up and pound me," she almost said defensively.
"Lila don't get pissy with me here," I warned. "How the hell am I supposed to know how far this goes?"
She seemed to realize the logic of my words.
"I know that you feel I betrayed you. I know that you feel I lied to you. But please! Know that I never wanted to hurt you."
"Exactly how did you feel I was going to take this?"
"Honestly?" she asked pensively. I nodded at her as to indicate for her to continue. "You've actually taken it better than I expected."
I didn't know whether to be horrified or pleased by that.
"There was a part of my that always dreaded this day. But I knew it had to come if we were going to be together. I have never begged in my life, but I am begging you now. Don't throw us away, please, my love. I never want to be without you!"
And there it was. That was the question. The only question really. Could I live the rest of my life without her? Would I want to?
I was breathing hard when I suddenly became re-aware of something in my hand. Mom's ring. She'd given it back to me and it'd been in my hand the whole time. Then I realized the simple question.
Was this her ring, or not?
I really can't explain the clarity that came in that moment, walking back to the bedroom for a moment. It seemed obvious. Like everything else was just unimportant almost. I twiddled the ring in my hand and had my answer. I gave it a few more minutes to be sure of my decision before I went back out. She was still sitting in the exact spot I left her in.
I presented the ring to her, showing that I still had it. She looked at it in stunned silence.
"This ring is for the woman I can't live without. The woman who's supposed to love me with all her heart and always be with me. The woman who would be my partner and would never abandon me. Never stray from me and our love for each other."
She looked at me with the saddest eyes I'd ever seen. Not just from her, from anyone. I could feel her love in that moment, more than at any other time. More than the countless dates, more then all our sexual escapades. Pure love. Maybe I didn't understand it all completely, but it was certainly more in focus now. No doubt.
"This ring is yours," I said sliding it onto her finger. She immediately looked at me with tears welling. This time from joy. Lila shoved me onto the couch and covered me with kisses. I was damp from both her tears and her saliva.
"Oh, my love!" she said while continuing to maul me. "I swear to you, you will never, never regret this!" She was still plying me with kisses.
"Easy, easy!" I warned. "I'm gonna suffocate."
This didn't slow her down at all. Eventually, she stopped and looked at me.
"Love, I know you don't see it now. But I swear on everything, my family, our love; that this will be the best decision you ever made."
I really had no response to that as she continued her assault. I tried to breath, but she really wasn't interested in that. Finally she let up and just laid on top of me.
"You have no idea how relieved I am," she proclaimed. "You've answered all my prayers, my beloved!"
I took some deep breaths and looked in her eyes. They were filled with joy and love.
"I'm really getting in over my head, aren't I?" I asked innocently.
"Baby, it only seems like that now. We are going to talk and work through it all. In a few weeks, you will be ready for Alohana."
"Alohana?" I asked.
"That's the name of our home, Alohana," she said smiling and dipping back down to continue her kissing assault. I really didn't get much sleep that night.
I often thought of that day, especially as the plane kept roaring to its destination. It seemed like a lifetime ago.
Lila emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a beautiful sun dress that gave anyone who looked no illusions about her curves and loveliness. I gave her a half smile as I was still staring off out the window. Lila took the seat next to me, putting my hand in hers. I looked over at her again.
"How are you doing, my love?" she asked me in the soft, calming voice she was famous for.
"I'm ok," I said, "just lost in my own head, I guess."
She took a tighter grip of my hand.
"Everything is going to be fine; I promise you."
I nodded absent mindedly still kinda half in and half out.
"You do believe me, don't you?" she asked as she grabbed my hand tighter.
"I know," I told her in order to ease her own mind. "Just nervous I guess."
"Oh, my love," she said with as much emotion and feeling as humanly possible. "You have nothing to be nervous or worried about." She was stroking my hand at this point. "At least you don't have to worry about my family liking you," she said with optimism.
"Yeah......" was my only response, turning back to the window.
Two Months Ago
We'd been together for four months, easily the happiest of my life. It took only a month for us to declare to each other that we were in love, and we spent damn near all our time together.
Don't get me wrong, I still worked, and she still went to school; but anything in between was our time. Whether in my apartment or her's, mostly her's, we were together.
I was able to learn more about her during all this. First, her sexual appetite was beyond voracious. She'd wake me up for a blowjob in the morning, and we were constantly boning at different times during the day. Several other factors contributed to this.
One, she was a nudist. Whenever she got home, she'd almost immediately shed her clothes. She seemed so free doing it. I also found out she never wore underwear at all, never really seeing the point apparently. Of course, if any girl had a body like hers, you'd think it should be illegal to cover any part of it. It wasn't long until I was joining her, feeling more confident in myself than ever before, not to mention losing some baby fat weight.
Two, she loved porn. She watched so much porn. Every type of genre and body type. DP, Anal, Gangbang, Orgy, Family Porn; she was down for all of it. I'd never been with anyone so liberal with it. She kept toys all over the place for herself, in case she got the urge or wanted to put on a show for me.
Three, this girl was down for anything. She came out to me as bi the first morning I stayed over, also known as the day after I met her. It really turned me on, and we fucked pretty hard, her talking about threesomes and eating out girls. She was very comfortable with her sexually. Rim jobs, plugs, everything.
Maybe most importantly of all, she was always happy. Even when she had a bad day at school or something, she always seemed to look on the bright side. I'd never seen her be mean or snide to everyone. She seemed like she was pure positive energy and I absorbed as much as I could.
I had friends come in from out of town and they instantly fell for her too. They thought I'd be a fool to let her go at a time when I really did wonder if I was getting in too fast. The guys and even the girls all said they were jealous.
But now came a huge test. Almost out of nowhere, Lila told me her family was coming into town for a visit. Her father had business somewhere in the states and was going to stay in town for a couple days on their way back. Apparently, they were always planning to swing by and see her, but now that Lila had told them about me; they were definitely coming.
Lila spent two days filling me in about her family, trying to calm and relax me so I wouldn't be nervous. She really did her best but let's be honest; meeting the girlfriends' parents is always going to be a stressful event.
My first time meeting them was at a restaurant not far from their hotel. It was a really fancy place and I made sure not to dress like a schlub for it. Lila wore an elegant dress that looked like it was stitched just for her. I was kinds surprised at how tight the dress was and how much cleavage it showed. We were seeing her family after all.
We got to the restaurant first and we're sat at the table that her father had reserved. I was tempted to order a drink to further calm my nerves but thought that they might find that rude. Within only a few minutes, in they rolled.
The first person I spotted was her younger sister Sara. She looked a lot like Lila I noticed right away. Her ass was definitely in the same category as her sister, if not larger and she also had nice pouty lips. The biggest difference was in cup size really. Sara had only high C-cups, looking spectacular and fitting her frame well.
Next was her brother Manny, younger than Sara in age. He was a bit on the shorter side but looked like he was in good shape and took care of himself. Like his older sister, had a happy smile on his face and seemed very peppy.
Then there was Angela, the youngest child. She looked barely 18 and seemed kind of loose and carefree. She definitely didn't have the ass of her older sisters, but she certainly had something else. For such a young girl, she had a huge rack, larger then Lila's. They didn't seem as firm as hers, but they were definitely an attention getter. I could also swear she wasn't wearing a bra.
Now came Mom, Noni. Lila definitely took after her as her shape was so near her daughter's, it was stunning. At first, I had a hard time believing that she was old enough to be Lila's mother. Her curves were damn near identical to her eldest daughter's with a bit of sag if any. She definitely had more Polynesian features then all the kids, including Lila. It seemed damn near impossible to me that this woman could've birthed four kids.
Then finally Michael, the dad. My palms were sweating. He was about two or three inches taller than me. He had a bit of a dad bod, but mostly looked in good shape. He was white, looked almost to be Irish if I had to guess. He had a big smile for greeting Lila. Not as much for me, but not outright unfriendly.
Everyone else on the other hand, couldn't have been nicer or friendlier. Manny really took a shine to me quickly and Noni was very kind as well; apparently Lila had given me high marks in the boyfriend department. Michael remained cool.
"So, tell us more about your job," Sara insisted.
"I mostly do contract work for companies, charities, whatever. Creating websites, programs, computer networking, the works."
"Contract work, huh?" Michael injected with a raised eye. "Doesn't seem very steady work, does it?"
"Well actually..."
"Actually, Daddy," Lila jumped in, "he has to be a contractor because he's so in demand, no one company can really afford him." She added a smile to her answer
"Hmmm," was Michael's only reaction as we ordered. Mostly everyone got seafood items while I went for a simple steak. Honestly, it was the cheapest.
"Not a seafood fan?" Michael asked me.
"No, I am," I told him. "I just don't normally order it too often."
"Well, sometimes you should do things you don't normally do," Michael retorted. This guy was testing me, and I knew it. He wanted me to show him my "true colors"
"Good point," I replied cheerfully. I wasn't gonna give him an inch. He wanted to push me. I ordered crab legs and raw oysters. He looked at me and nodded slightly, with a grin. The first point in my favor with him of the entire night.
The food was excellent. I had to admit that Michael had made the right decision to push me toward the seafood. I noted to Lila we'd have to do it more often. A few of the family members gave me sly looks at the way I had phrased that.
Michael and Noni had invited us back to their hotel. I couldn't believe the size of the suite. It looked like the one out of "The Hangover".
I was still not doing great with Michael. Never really rude toward me, but his questions and his tone very much told me he wasn't really a fan of mine.
Noni got drinks for everyone, even Angela who was "technically" underage. I had taken my jacket off and relaxed a bit in the living room. But then Michael kept looking over at me and down my arm. I couldn't figure out why, trying to see if I had muscle or what.
"Nice watch there," he said looking at my wrist.
"Thank you," I said responding to the complement with a smile.
It wasn't a complement.
"Needed to spend your money on that, huh?"
Now he'd crossed the line, whether he knew it or not. Lila and Noni looked at my face and the rest looked at Michael.
"Actually, it was a gift."
Michael's eyes went wide, and he immediately looked over at Lila.
"Did you give him that?!" he asked his daughter.
"No, I didn't" she said truthfully and with determination. Like the college student was gonna afford it, I thought. He turned back toward me.
"Then who gave it to you?" Michael asked, turning back to me. It was a rude question, but I felt like he didn't care. If this wasn't my girlfriend's father, I would've lost it. But I kept calm. At least as calm as I was gonna be.
"With all due respect, that's really none of your business, sir." I really was losing my cool. "But if you need to know it was from my mother."
The look on his face told me he knew about her.
My mother had died a few years before in a car wreck. Before that, when I graduated from college, she gave me something I'd always wanted. A vintage Omega Speedmaster, the same kind Neil Armstrong had when he walked on the moon. I wore it at all times because A: it was an awesome watch and B: it reminded me of Mom.
Lila looked sad in her eyes for the first time since I'd known her. She'd known full well about the watch and what it meant to me. Noni shot Michael a look of pure anger. Michael quickly tried to reverse course.
"Look, uh..."
"Don't worry about it," I said as friendly as I could, but still somewhat stern. "I should probably head out and let you all catch up. I'll see you all in the morning." I said standing up. Everyone knew I had to go early due to an early meeting the next morning. I would be joining them for a late breakfast after at Lila and I's favorite diner.
I politely said goodbye to everyone and headed out, giving Lila a small kiss on the cheek. Lila followed me out and stopped me in the hotel hallway.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," she said, "he really didn't mean..."
"Yeah, he did," I replied back quickly. "I'm sorry babe, but I need to walk this off a bit."
"Let me get my things and walk with you," Lila said turning quickly.
"No," I told her stopping her. "I think I need to be alone right now. You should spend time with your family. I'll see you in the morning." I said with as much of a smile as I was capable of. She nodded her head and I walked toward the elevator.
I have to admit, I was angry. Fuming really. How dare he question me like that? Yes, I was dating his daughter; hell, in love with her, but that gave him no right to talk to me like that!
When I got home, I poured myself a drink and calmed myself down. I told myself that tomorrow, he wasn't going to get away with that. I would try to be nice, but if he was going to act like that, fuck him. I went to bed pissed.
I felt better when I woke up the next morning, attending the meeting I had with no trace of what I'd felt last night. Everything went great, a new deal was reached. I then changed and headed to the diner. I was less mad then the night before, but I wasn't happy. I knew I'd have to get it together before I got there, and I really tried.
When I got to the diner, Michael was out front. He made it clear he wanted a word with me.
"Hey, everyone's inside but could we talk for a second?"
I nodded and we went to the side of the building.
"I...uh...," he started, "I gotta tell you how deeply sorry I am."
I was stunned. I wasn't expecting that at all.
"I did know about your mom, but I didn't know about the watch. But even still, I should never have spoken to you like that. Everything my daughter has told me about you shows how much you care for her and respect her. You treated me with respect last night, and I did not do the same. Last night, you would've had every right to knock me on my ass. Hell, if the roles had been reversed, I might have."
I could tell there was a lot of emotion behind this.
"You acted like a man, and I didn't. You earned my respect last night and you have my word, I will never talk to you or treat you like that again," he finished extending his hand toward me. I took it.
"Sir?" I said to start off, "thank you for that. I really do appreciate it. I just want you to know how much I love your daughter and I really want to thank you for raising such a wonderful person."
He looked at me with so much respect and gratitude it was overwhelming.
"Call me Michael, son," he insisted. He clapped me on the back, and we went in to see everyone.
After breakfast, we took them on a tour of the city. Manny, Sara and Angela were in awe by it. I guessed that living on an island didn't allow for a lot of this. Many pictures were taken. Sara wanted a family picture at a certain point, and I grabbed the camera to take it. Michael grabbed someone passing and asked that I join in.
The whole day was kind of a mindfuck, honestly. This guy, who gave me no shortage of grief yesterday and gave me shit about my watch, was so warm and affectionate toward me, it was crazy. Michael had held me in contempt for most of yesterday, and now he was acting like my best friend.
We went to dinner again for their last night there. Not as fancy as last night, but still really good. It felt warmer at the table as we were all there. More and more, I was feeling less like an outsider and more accepted. Michael chief among them, being nicer and friendlier.
We finished and went back again to their suite. We got some drinks going and Michael produced a couple of cigars.
"Any interest?" he asked with a friendly smile. I was known to like cigars and I guess this got passed from Lila to him. I took him up on his offer and he and I were alone on their patio.
I was relaxed but still nervous. Not so much being with Michael as he'd greatly put me at ease, but now, for what I wanted to talk to him about. He saw the look on my face that apparently said, "I've got something on my mind."
"What are you thinking about, son?" he asked before taking a good puff. I took a puff to stall a bit as I organized my thoughts.
"Something I've been thinking about for a while," I said trying to put into words what I meant. Michael turned to look at me. "I'm in love with your daughter," I started. "She is easily the best person I've ever met. She's kind, smart, thoughtful, positive. And every moment we've spent together has been amazing. I just wanna..."
"Son," Michael interrupted, "if you're trying to ask me what I think you are, you have our blessing."
Could've knocked me over with a feather and apparently the look on my face showed that. Michael leaned into me.
"I know you love my daughter, and you treat her well. Noni and I talked last night. If you want our blessing, you have it."
I could have jumped for joy right there. But Michael threw up a hand to stop that.
"I need to ask you for one thing though."
My curiosity was up, and I nodded toward him.
"I want you to wait one month before you ask her. One month from today. I won't ask anything else, just that you wait a month. After that, ask away."
I really had wanted to do it tonight with her family there. I had the ring in my pocket. But, if that's the only thing he's asking to marry the most beautiful and amazing woman I'd ever known, it seemed like a small ask.
"One month, you have my word."
He smiled at me and clapped me on the shoulder.
"Good man. I promise it'll be worth the wait."
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I didn't really care. I had their blessing. I was on cloud nine.
We went to her place that night and I made passionate love to her. Slow, steady and sweaty. I even gave her a rim job which gave her a wild orgasm. She didn't know why I was so voracious that night, but I did.
Back on the plane...
The plane was beginning its final decent, my nerves started to ramp up again.
This was it.
I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. Lila saw this and started rubbing my hand more.
"Are you sure you're ok, my love?"
I wish I could tell her a flat yes. But right this moment...
"I'm just trying to get my head right. Trying to prepare myself."
Lila looked at me with the love-struck eyes she always had.
"Baby, what you have done for us, what you were willing to give up; I swear to you, it will all be worth it."
I slowly looked at her as she said this.
"Our lives are going to be so wonderful; you cannot even imagine. As I told you before, you will never regret this, my love. We are going to be so happy."
I took a few more deep breaths and looked at her.
"It's a big change, you know?" I said to Lila. "It's a lot to process and adapt to."
"I know, honey. It's always tough moving to a new place." I looked at Lila with a "are you kidding me?" look.
"You know full well that a change of location is not the biggest part of this." I was sterner saying this than I normally would've been. She was a little taken aback by it.
"Your right," she admitted, "I've thrown a lot at you and asked you to accept a lot. And the fact that you were willing to come and try means that you are absolutely the perfect man to spend my life with."
I admit that made my heart melt a bit. I wasn't really angry, per se; it had just been a long, damn month.
One Month Ago
It was the day! I was so excited I could hardly focus while I was at one of my client's offices doing work. I had done what Michael asked of me. One month exactly. I ran back to my apartment after leaving Lila's for work at one of my sites this morning to grab the ring box and put it in my bag. The whole time I was at work I kept thinking about it and checking to make sure it was still there while walking over. While I was walking to Lila's, I swear I was damn near skipping to get there.
I told Lila that I wanted to do a special dinner tonight. I had originally planned to take her out to eat, but she insisted on cooking. She was an amazing cook and could honestly make anything I desired better than a restaurant anyway. I asked for a steak dinner, and she was more than willing to oblige.
It was exciting times, anyway as Lila had recently completed her MBA studies. I figured she was on the job hunt now and I was sure she was going to get many offers.
My plan was simple. Wait till after dinner. Let her get dessert ready and come back with the ring, ready to go. When she came to serve dessert, she was in for the shock of her life. I was smiling the whole way there.
I arrived at her apartment and used my key. By this time, we basically lived together, primarily in her apartment. It was just plain nicer than mine.
"Hey babe, I'm home," I said announcing myself to her.
"Hello, love," she answered, "I'm in the kitchen. Why don't you get comfortable, and I'll pour you some wine?"
I knew full well that "get comfortable" meant "lose the clothes". As I noted previously, she all but refused to wear clothes in the house and had me trained to do the same. I may have found it a bit odd at first, but I had to admit it was freeing as well. Also, it allowed for quick sex whenever.
I put my bag in its usual place by the door and headed into the bedroom. I shed my clothes and put them in the hamper. I took a quick pee and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought I looked good today and tried not to look anxious. I threw on some extra deodorant though, just in case.
I came out of the bedroom butt naked and headed to the kitchen. On my way I could see the table was set with candles and everything. She really took to heart the whole "special night" thing. I then stepped into the kitchen and saw Lila.
Her back was toward me so she couldn't see me. She was wearing an apron for obvious reasons but nothing else, so her perfect, full ass was exposed to me. Not wanting to startle her too much, I just gently caressed her backside. She turned to me and smiled.
"I love it when you touch me," she said as she gave me a kiss.
"Funny you should say that" I replied, "because I love touching you."
She smiled at me and kissed me again.
"The wine is over there, would you put the glasses on the table? Dinner is almost ready."
I grabbed the glasses and put them in the respective places. She then came in and served the food, having now removed her apron.
It was great as always; she was such a good chef. We finished up and she started clearing the plates. Like every night, I offered to clean up and just like every night, she refused. For some reason, she just loved cleaning dishes. If it made her happy, whatever.
She made some coffee and said she was almost ready with dessert.
Bingo! Go time!
"Ok, babe. I'm gonna run to the bathroom really quick, be right back."
I made a token run to the bathroom and just flushed the toilet. As the kitchen and the table were not really visible from the living room, I figured I had a straight run to my bag without being seen.
I looked out from the bathroom and found she wasn't there. I made my way to my bag, being careful not to let her hear that I was opening it. I got it open and found the ring box.
It was empty.
"Fuck!" I said quietly and I started hunting for the ring. How the hell could it have fallen out?! I looked all around for the ring, and it wasn't there. I was crestfallen.
"Looking for this?"
I turned around and saw Lila standing at the far end of the room. She had the ring between her fingers. Her smile was the look of someone who had pulled one over on someone else, which of course she did. For those of you who have never seen the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with completely naked and holding the ring you wished to give her in her hands, its weirdly erotic.
I walked slowly across the room. I stood right in front of her and took the ring from her. I then got on my knee which was weird cause I was at eye level with her bare pussy. Not the time for that now, I told myself. The business at hand was more pressing.
"Lila," I started, "you are the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. You have made everything in my life better and brought me so much love, it consumes me."
She started tearing up at that. She hadn't seen nothing yet. I held the ring up to her.
"This is my mother's ring," I told her. Her eyes welled up even more. Anyone can give someone a ring, but something from my mother who had passed and meant the world to me was a different story. I let those words hit her with full force.
"She told me that I should give this ring only to the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." I was still letting the emotion build.
"That's why I want to give this ring to you," presenting the ring forward to her.
"Lila Noni Archer, will you give me the honor of being your husband?"
Boom! Hit her with both barrels. Her eyes were focused squarely on the ring and filling with tears.
"My love!" she said with so much feeling, "there's nothing in this world that would make me happier!"
JACKPOT!! I smiled wide and I began to slide the ring on her finger.
"Before you do that," she said as my heart dropped, "we need to talk."
Oh shit... There was no way this was good. Was this the part where she tells me she used to be a man, cause that surgeon deserves an award. She guided me onto the couch and held my hand.
"Before you worry," she said a bit too late, "this has nothing to do with me wanting to marry you. I love you with all of my heart."
I was slightly relieved, but she was winding up for something. I just wasn't sure what.
"I need to tell you more about my family, the family business and where we come from."
She seriously was picking now for a history lesson?!
"My family controls the largest company on our island. Our home has an herb that only grows there that is essential to all modern contraceptives. The natives used it exclusively for years, until my grandfather decided to share it with the world. It also controls a mineral unique to the island that is used in most modern technology."
I was listening trying to absorb all of this.
"The reason my father was cool to you at first and why he questioned you on your watch was because he thought you were a gold digger that was after family money and gifts. That's why he thought I bought it for you."
I'm not gonna lie, this was starting to make a lot of sense. I had always wondered how she was able to afford this place on an MBA students' scholarship. It also explained why Michael kept giving me the stink eye that first night.
"After you left that night, I explained about the watch and that I'd never told you about the family business or money. That's when he knew you weren't with me for money or anything."
Things were clicking into place now.
"Baby, I totally understand that. I'm not upset in the least that you didn't tell me. You need to be careful and make sure people are around you for you and not anything else. If that's what you were worried about, I completely understand. You know I don't care about your family's wealth, just you."
She smiled a bit, but not a lot. It then hit me that she wasn't done.
"Thank you, babe. I've always known that money wouldn't've been a factor in you wanting to be with me. But I got my MBA so that I could work in the family business. Which means I would have to go back home."
There it was. She didn't intend to stay here. She was gonna leave me.
"I want you to come with me."
Wait, what now?
"Part of what the business needs right now is tech support and new computer infrastructure. The companies here can't afford you, but we can."
My head was spinning now.
"So, you want us to move to the middle of the South Pacific to work at your family company?"
"Yes," she said. "It would allow us to get comfortable with the family business before I eventually take it over."
Huh? Apparently, my face said the same thing.
"I'm the oldest and someday, it will be my company. I want to build this company with you. I know you asked my dad when he was here for his blessing to marry me."
She knew a month ago??!!
"And I also know he asked you to wait a month. The reason was so he could make sure he could clear your immigration to move to the island. He got word to me a few days ago that it was all set. We can be together there."
I took a few deep breaths. This was a lot. Moving my whole life? Leaving the states? But then I looked at my potential bride and realized there was nowhere I wouldn't follow her. Plus, a tropical island isn't the worst place to wind up.
"If you're really serious about this," I said slowly to sound measured, "I'm with you. I love you with all my heart and there's nowhere I wouldn't go with you."
She smiled, but again not a huge amount. There was more...
"That makes me so happy, my love," she said guardedly. "But I need to tell you more about my island."
What was this gonna be? It's an island. What was the big deal? Were we all gonna live in grass huts or something? I figured I should just listen and urged her to continue.
"The island isn't like the rest of the world," she started. "They have very different ideas about things."
Where was this going?
"You've noticed I don't particularly have problems with nudity or showing myself off when we are out, or anything like that."
A blind man would've noticed at this point.
"On the island, we are taught different things about our bodies and our sexuality then you are here."
If I was capable of raising up my eyebrow like The Rock, I would have at this point.
"We are taught that the human body is beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. We are taught sex is beautiful and nothing to hide. We have many naturals on the island and it's no big deal."
"What are naturals?" I asked.
"What you would call nudist. There are people who go their entire lives on the island never wearing clothes."
"Wow," I responded, "that's pretty liberal."
"And that's how I was raised. My family are all naturals. They kept their clothes on around you, but normally, they never wear them."
All naked?! I guess an island gives you more freedom with that stuff. I could see the logic of it. Expose people to things so that they become no big deal, like Europeans with wine.
"Well," I started, "I admit that it's a bit out there, but I know that it's a lifestyle that people participate in. It certainly doesn't seem like it was scarring or anything. Live and let live."
I admit it was weird, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been.
"Yes, my family believes in family closeness in being natural......completely natural."
"What does "completely" mean?"
Lila was definitely trying to find the right words and suddenly I was back on my guard.
"I mean it also applies to sex."
I just stayed still waiting for her to further explain.
"We are taught that sex is wonderful and beautiful. It isn't something to be ashamed of or something to be hidden once you reach maturity."
She was being intentionally vague, and I was kinda tired of it.
"Lila, what are you trying to tell me?"
She took a deep breath again.
"It's typical on the island for families to share their love with each other."
I was just blinking at this point. She couldn't've been telling me what it sounded like.
"You're saying that families on your island fuck each other?" I asked point blank.
She nodded slowly as my eyes got larger. It was time to ask the next logical question even though I was very nervous to ask it.
"Your family?"
She again slowly nodded her head.
That was it. She'd been fucking her family!!! I shot out of my seat and started pacing in a daze.
"Seriously?!"
She again just slowly nodded. I kept pacing.
This wasn't real. This was some fucked up nightmare or something.
"Are you messing with me?"
She started slowly shaking her head no. By the grave look on her face, I knew she was serious. I kept breathing hard and pacing. How was I supposed to deal with this shit?! She boned her parents and her siblings?! I decided to ask flat out.
"You've had sex with your dad and brother?!"
She took a beat before she answered.
"Mom and my sisters too."
Good God! She'd been with them all!! I felt like I was losing my mind. This couldn't be true!
"How long?" I said trying to figure out if this was a drunken slip thing or what.
"Since maturity, baby," she said, "we grew up with intimacy, love and pleasure all around us. We were brought up that it was natural and once we become adults, we're allowed to partake in it."
I felt like I was hyperventilating. I had to sit down, but not next to her. I took a seat in a recliner close by, trying to compose myself. She just stayed on the couch, looking at me nervously. I then had a sudden thought.
"What happened when your family was here?" I just asked that to see her reaction. She just looked at me nervously. I had my answer. "Fucked 'em all, huh?!" I said angrier than I had ever talked to her. But I was angrier than I ever was at her. Quite frankly, I felt I had that right. She just kinda looked at the ground sheepishly.
"I was with my mom and sisters," she said quietly.
Normally when a woman admits to a lesbian stint, its either a happy day or you wonder why you weren't invited. This was not that.
I stood up and started pacing again.
"Baby, I know this is a lot to take in," she said meekly.
"NO SHIT!" was my response. I was running on fumes at this point.
"Please," she pleaded, "I never wanted to hurt you." I just started laughing sarcastically at that.
"A bit late for that, don't you think?!"
Lila was almost in tears, but I didn't care. I was consumed by anger and fury. I was still naked in her house. My first instinct was to get out.
"I should go," I said heading toward the bedroom.
"NO!" Lila screamed out. I'd never heard her yell like that before. "My love, I beg you, please don't go!"
The suddenness of it made me stop. I turned and saw her in tears and on her knees.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Look," she started, "I know you're upset and have every right to be. You asked me to marry you and I wanted you to know everything about me, my family and our way of life. I'm sure you can understand why I didn't share this with you until now."
"Probably cause I'd probably go running for the hills, and I'm still leaning in that direction right now pretty heavily."
"NO!" she said again pleadingly. "Please listen!"
I didn't sit back down, but I didn't go toward the bedroom either. She wanted me to listen. Fine.
"I came to the states to get my education so that I'd be able to run the company one day. I didn't come here thinking I'd find you. I never had so much as a date here before I met you."
I knew she didn't date much before we got together, but she didn't ever tell me she never dated here.
"Finding you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. You've made me happier than ever before. But this isn't my home."
We both a took breath as she said it.
"So, plain and simple," I asked to clarify, "you're going back to incest island whether I go or, not right? You love me, but I'm supposed to give up everything to follow you; when you've made clear you won't do the same for me?"
She just looked at me nervously.
"Tell me which part of that I'm wrong about," I pushed.
"I have a responsibility to my family," she said. "You're right. I will go back without you if I have to. And if that happens, I'll be sad for the rest of my life. I don't think I'll ever have love for someone again the way I love you."
She hit me with a 2x4, and she damn well knew it.
"You want me to move to your island and be perfectly fine watching you fuck your whole family? I don't consider myself a jealous guy, but there are limits and I think you just found them. What if we have kids?! You want me to be ok with your family fucking our kids? You doing it? ME?!"
"Baby, it's really not like that," she tried to explain. "Yes, kids are generally shown and taught that sex is beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. We don't lie or hide love from them. But we there's no abuse. There is no pressure. Non-consensual contact is our highest crime, right along with underage contact. Yes, monogamy isn't practiced really as you would understand, but love and partnership still are. You met my parents; did they really seem like they weren't in love and committed to each other?"
That last point, I would concede. Her parents seemed all over each other when I saw them, so I nodded that she had me there.
"I know that this is a lot to take in and you need time," she admitted. "I want you to go into the bedroom and think. I'll stay out here while you do. Take as much time as you need, just please don't leave until you've really thought about this."
Even in my anger, I could see the logic behind what she was saying. I nodded slowly. I made my way to the bedroom.
"Wait!" she insisted, spinning me around again. "I know what I'm asking. I know how much you love me, and I hope you know how much I love you. I want more than anything on this earth for you to come with me and be mine forever. But..." she stopped, wiping some tears from her eyes and handing me back the ring. "But if you decide to leave, I'll understand."
There was no more to be said. I left her with tears in her eyes and I went into the bedroom and closed the door behind me. I just stood there against it, breathing heavily.
My head was swimming. I couldn't register up from down. There was a part of me that just knew it. Knew it had all been too good to be true. This perfect woman falls in love with me, there had to be something, but not this.
Secret kids. Debt. Loan sharks. All of those would've seemed close to normal. Or at least understandable. Even the nudity stuff didn't really throw me too much, tropical island and all.
But incest?! It at least explained Lila's attitude toward sex and nudity. She'd fuckin been around it all her life!
I made my way over to the bed and sat down. I really was trying to figure out what to do. Do I just run? Get my clothes on and get out? Muscle my way through Lila who'd try to stop me.
I dismissed it. Why should she get the satisfaction of running me off? She deserved angry words from me first. Telling her what a whore and a tramp she was. She brings her family here to meet me, her father insults me, then they bang her?!
I should tell her off. I should tell her she broke my heart, ruined my life, and hope her life is hell after this. GODDAMN HER!
I took some more breaths, realizing my anger was consuming me. It was known to happen with me, but it had been a while. Actually, I couldn't remember being angry the whole time I was with Lila. Until today.
She'd lied to me. She'd been lying to me for five months. Not about her family business and money. She was right, I really didn't give a crap about it. But her family was boning each other all the time!
And yet none of them seemed traumatized. They all seemed perfectly normal. Not like they had been brain washed by a cult or anything. They all seemed happy and well adjusted.
I took psych classes in college and none of them exhibited signs of PTSD or anything close. They didn't seem like they were struggling with pain or trauma.
They seemed happy.
That sudden revelation really had me spinning. Could they really just be happy and well adjusted? Lila certainly seemed to be. She was the most stable and put together person I'd ever known.
Now I was really confused. My head was spinning. Everything I'd ever heard on this subject said that it permanently fucked people up for life, no matter if they waited for adulthood. And yet there was a whole society functioning with it and in some ways, even thriving.
But fuck that. Throw all of that aside. I was expected to share my eventual wife, not only with her family, but anyone who came along?
But she hadn't said that. She never said she'd open her legs for anyone. I assumed it.
Did that even matter? Would she ever be fully mine? Then of course that led to the thought if I had any right to possess her. Making her my wife didn't make her my property. Did this work both ways? Was I allowed to bang anyone I wanted on her island? Did I want to do that?
Maybe I need more information. But even if I had it, could I live with it?
I needed more facts and my only source to those facts was in the living room. But I couldn't go out there angry. If I put her on the defensive, I would never be able to trust anything that came out of her mouth. Who knows what she'd tell me in order to keep me from leaving?
I went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I needed perspective here. I dried my face and took a deep breath. Tentatively, I opened the door.
I saw her sitting on the couch. It was clear that she had been crying while I was in there. I did feel bad about that, but also felt like why should I feel bad about that?
She looked shocked that I was out of the bedroom. I went over to the couch and sat down. She looked like she was about to speak, but I held my hand up to stop her. She adhered.
"So, on this island," I started out, "is this a free for all?"
She looked confused by the question. Fine, I'll elaborate.
"Anyone comes up to you there and you dutifully spread your legs and let them in?"
She seemed shocked by the question, but for the life of me; I couldn't understand why. Given all she'd told me, it seemed completely legitimate.
"Are you asking," she said worriedly, "if I'm going to lay down for everyone on the island?!" She seemed almost indignant at the question, which kinda pissed me off.
"You've just told me that you've had sexual relations with your own family since you became an adult. You've made your island out to be a sexual smorgasbord. How the hell am I supposed to know what the boundaries are?"
She seemed to understand a little bit now.
"You are wondering how prolific it all is," she ascertained. "Everyone respects each other's boundaries, and no one does anything they don't want. No one takes advantage of me there."
"That's not what I'm asking," I said clearly, "I'm asking about you. What will you do?"
Her eyes said she got it now, and why I was asking. If I didn't know better, I would see some hope there.
"My love, I would never do that," she said declaratively. "My family will always share my love, but that doesn't mean that anyone can just come up and pound me," she almost said defensively.
"Lila don't get pissy with me here," I warned. "How the hell am I supposed to know how far this goes?"
She seemed to realize the logic of my words.
"I know that you feel I betrayed you. I know that you feel I lied to you. But please! Know that I never wanted to hurt you."
"Exactly how did you feel I was going to take this?"
"Honestly?" she asked pensively. I nodded at her as to indicate for her to continue. "You've actually taken it better than I expected."
I didn't know whether to be horrified or pleased by that.
"There was a part of my that always dreaded this day. But I knew it had to come if we were going to be together. I have never begged in my life, but I am begging you now. Don't throw us away, please, my love. I never want to be without you!"
And there it was. That was the question. The only question really. Could I live the rest of my life without her? Would I want to?
I was breathing hard when I suddenly became re-aware of something in my hand. Mom's ring. She'd given it back to me and it'd been in my hand the whole time. Then I realized the simple question.
Was this her ring, or not?
I really can't explain the clarity that came in that moment, walking back to the bedroom for a moment. It seemed obvious. Like everything else was just unimportant almost. I twiddled the ring in my hand and had my answer. I gave it a few more minutes to be sure of my decision before I went back out. She was still sitting in the exact spot I left her in.
I presented the ring to her, showing that I still had it. She looked at it in stunned silence.
"This ring is for the woman I can't live without. The woman who's supposed to love me with all her heart and always be with me. The woman who would be my partner and would never abandon me. Never stray from me and our love for each other."
She looked at me with the saddest eyes I'd ever seen. Not just from her, from anyone. I could feel her love in that moment, more than at any other time. More than the countless dates, more then all our sexual escapades. Pure love. Maybe I didn't understand it all completely, but it was certainly more in focus now. No doubt.
"This ring is yours," I said sliding it onto her finger. She immediately looked at me with tears welling. This time from joy. Lila shoved me onto the couch and covered me with kisses. I was damp from both her tears and her saliva.
"Oh, my love!" she said while continuing to maul me. "I swear to you, you will never, never regret this!" She was still plying me with kisses.
"Easy, easy!" I warned. "I'm gonna suffocate."
This didn't slow her down at all. Eventually, she stopped and looked at me.
"Love, I know you don't see it now. But I swear on everything, my family, our love; that this will be the best decision you ever made."
I really had no response to that as she continued her assault. I tried to breath, but she really wasn't interested in that. Finally she let up and just laid on top of me.
"You have no idea how relieved I am," she proclaimed. "You've answered all my prayers, my beloved!"
I took some deep breaths and looked in her eyes. They were filled with joy and love.
"I'm really getting in over my head, aren't I?" I asked innocently.
"Baby, it only seems like that now. We are going to talk and work through it all. In a few weeks, you will be ready for Alohana."
"Alohana?" I asked.
"That's the name of our home, Alohana," she said smiling and dipping back down to continue her kissing assault. I really didn't get much sleep that night.
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