The Full Package - Monday

The scrunching effect from the seam appeared to be purposefully made to wedge the suit into a woman's unique feminine physiology. Each time Cody would pause from kicking and her legs would hang loose, the crystal clear water afforded Dave a perfect view between them. The tiny yellow line of Cody's suit drew the eye down from her waist, between her spread cheeks, over her barely-covered genitals and on up over her pubic mound. The suit served more to emphasize than conceal -- although Dave guessed that the manufacturers hadn't anticipated this particular viewpoint. When he was at the right angle, he could see that the seam down the center seemed to separate and display her labia - the outer edges of which were barely visible.

If a barracuda had swam up and bitten off his stiff cock, Dave would not have been more surprised nor would it have had a more dampening effect on his built-up lust than when he saw Cody's face a mere inches below his line of sight to her pussy lips, looking back at him through her legs. She waived slowly as if to get his attention.

Dave choked violently as he came to the surface. Hoping he would accidentally drown before he had to face his sister-in-law, he spluttered and splashed around, knowing that he was so busted and wondering how Lisa would react to the news of his incestuous voyeurism.

"Are you ok?" he heard Cody ask. When he finally calmed down and took a breath, nodding his head dumbly, she went on. "Did you see that huge sting ray back there?! I heard they were really dangerous! I wish we had a camera!" When he didn't respond, she asked again, "Are you sure you're ok? Maybe we should head back to the boat. I'm kind of cold anyway."

Maybe she didn't notice that he had been staring at her, thought Dave, before he kicked towards the boat, this time safely at Cody's side. Or, she's waiting to get back to the room to mention it to Lisa, a cynical part of his mind chimed in. Knowing Cody, though, it was probably the former, he finally decided, and he began to breathe easier.

Still, he vowed to be more careful in the future.

When they made it back to the boat, Dave was reminded of his earlier frustration and annoyance with Pablo when he saw him toweling off his wife, and he quickly forgot his guilt over leering at her sister's near-naked body. Lisa didn't seem self-conscious about the young and handsome guide rubbing the towel over her arms, back and legs, and by the time Dave had helped Cody up over the side Pablo had started the motor and the moment to say anything seemed to have passed. It suddenly felt rather silly of him to be jealous, in any case, considering his own wandering eye and the fact that nothing had really happened anyway. He wasn't even sure how he felt about her at the moment, apart from his recently-awakened desire.

The two girls were excitedly discussing what they had seen, and Dave quickly forgot about his suspicions as he joined in with his own sightings on the swim -- at least the flora and fauna parts of it. The sun felt good after being in the water so long and the girls soon lay out on the front deck of the motor boat, affording Dave and Pablo a very distracting view of their barely-covered bodies.

Dave felt himself dividing his attention between the girls and Pablo as he noticed the younger man openly ogling the two. Pablo was oblivious to his glares, however, and he didn't quite know how to say "quit looking at my women" in a polite way -- or even if it was appropriate. In any case, he couldn't really fault the guy for being a male...it was an amazing view, after all.

Despite being older and wearing a more conservative bikini, Lisa proved even more stimulating during that twenty minute ride back to the hotel. She had flipped over onto her back, just in front of the plexi-glass screen of the driver's seat, and was continually adjusting her bikini bottoms. From what Dave could tell from where he sat, her full bush was peeking out from under the sides and top of her suit - and she kept stretching it out to try and cover it, with questionable success. Ironically, her movements only served to emphasize her situation and gave the guys ample views of her pubic hair and the outline of her pussy as she was constantly lifting the elastic then pulling it up tight against her mound.

With the angle of the boat, the sun was in her eyes, but it was hard for Dave to believe that she wasn't aware of the two men watching her. He couldn't help but wonder if she were purposefully teasing the two of them -- or maybe just Pablo, for that matter. As far as he knew, she hadn't received this much attention in a long time -- although he didn't really know what went on at her work, now that he thought of it... he brushed that thought aside as highly unlikely -- and maybe too stressful to contemplate at the moment.

Fortunately, Pablo put in a Jimmy Buffet CD just then and, cheesy as it was, it reminded Dave to just try and enjoy the moment. He sat back finally, relaxing to the roll of the boat over the waves and the gorgeous views of the bikini-clad women laid out in front of him, and decided he needed to quit worrying so much.

By the time they got back to the dock, they were ready for a drink and some serious down-time. Saying goodbye to Pablo with a kiss and hug from the girls and a stern handshake from Dave, the three of them headed straight for the bar.

The sun was still high and after their first drink, Cody announced that she wanted to go lay out on the beach. Lisa looked like she was about to voice her agreement, when she looked down at her bikini briefly and glanced over at Cody's yellow suit. "I think I may go visit the salon for a little while. Why don't you two go on and I'll catch up with you later."

Cody raised her eyebrows at Dave, but didn't say anything, so as Lisa walked towards the room to shower before going to the salon, the two of them grabbed some towels and headed to the beach.

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While Dave arranged to have a cabana boy set up chairs and an umbrella, Cody took another dip in the ocean. When she emerged, wet and dripping, he had already ordered drinks and was lounging in the shade of the large umbrella. He was glad for his tinted sunglasses as he stared at her barely-covered curves walking up the beach towards him.

"Come on, Dave, you don't want to be white all summer do you?" She teased him as she moved her chair out into the sun.

"I got enough on the snorkeling trip, I'm sure." He took another sip and looked over at her very exposed skin. "You better be careful, yourself. You do know that the sun's a lot stronger on the beach, don't you?"

"Thanks, dad." She answered. A minute later, though, she added, "If you're so worried about me, why don't you help me with that sunscreen?"

Dave's heart and other parts of his body gave a slight flutter and he shook his head in consternation at himself. What was he - a teenager hitting puberty? He took a breath and stood up, grabbed the bottle out of their bag, and went to sit at her side.

She had lain down on her stomach, so he assumed she wanted her backside done. Hearing no further instructions from her, Dave started on the backs of her ankles and worked his way up. As he got closer to the tops of her legs, he couldn't help but be amazed again at the small size of her bikini. It wasn't a g-string, but the feathered seam appeared made to fit inside the crack of her ass, with about an inch of material curving up over her cheeks on either side. He wasn't sure what he was going to do about covering that area with the lotion, or even the insides of her thighs. He assumed that she would want to do that herself and he paused when his fingers hit the slight crease of her lower cheeks.

Without saying anything, Cody spread her legs slightly, as if in answer to Dave's hesitancy. He didn't want to make a big deal about it, especially if she didn't, so he quickly put some more lotion on his hands and dipped them down between her thighs, trying to remember that they were practically siblings and he was just doing her a favor. Still, when his fingers accidentally brushed against the edge of her suit, he felt a strong pulse in his shorts. When her legs had parted, Dave couldn't help but notice again that the feathering effect of her suit continued into her crotch and caused the material to fold into what he assumed were her pussy lips.

He thought his glimpses on the snorkeling trip had been fairly intimate. Now he was sitting almost on top of her with his fingers only inches away from her sex.

Careful not to linger too long, he took a big, quiet breath and spread the sunscreen up over her cheeks and around the sides of her hips. Returning back down her tight curves, Dave's thumbs followed the line of her suit, moving closer and closer together as the suit tapered downwards.

Dave was fascinated with how tight and smooth her ass cheeks were -- he had never dated anyone with such a perfect ass -- and he wasn't really paying attention to where his hands were going. While before in the water he had seen the darker circle of skin peeking out, now his thumbs barely brushed over it and he could distinctly feel the puckered wrinkles that marked the outer edges of her asshole.

He heard Cody gasp and he quickly pulled his hands outward when he realized what he had just touched, ironically causing her cheeks to spread further and displaying even more of her asshole. He fully expecting Cody to turn and slap him, but she didn't move at all. In fact, she didn't seem to be breathing. Dave guessed that she was too stunned or embarrassed to say anything. He certainly hoped that was the case -- he didn't know how he would reply.

Finally, after almost half a minute, Dave decided the best policy was to try to ignore it, as Cody was apparently doing. It was difficult for Dave to keep his hands from trembling as he applied more lotion to his palms. He had just basically been squeezing his sister-in-law's bare ass -- and more - while staring at her crack and barely-covered genitals. He felt like an old man as his heart threatened to burst in his chest.

He quickly moved up to her waist, careful to make sure he covered everything and thinking that there wasn't much else to get in trouble with. Lisa hated it when he left finger marks -- when she got a burn she could always tell where it was he had missed.

Remembering how she got mad last time because of the burn line along the top of her bikini, he unthinkingly dipped his fingers down under the edge of Cody's bottoms, sliding the lotion from one hip to the other. When his fingers touched the crack of her ass, which almost peeked out of the small suit anyway, Cody squirmed and lifted her head up, looking at him skeptically over her shoulder. Apparently she was beginning to wonder if his faux-pas' weren't so accidental.

"Sorry! I just don't want you to get a burn line," Dave tried to explain. "Lisa always hates it when I miss the edges -- she says a burn there is really painful because that's where all her clothes rub." He realized he was nervously babbling.

"Oh." Cody hesitated, but settled back down and added nonchalantly, "That's fine. No biggy."

Dave breathed out, kicking himself mentally but grateful that she was so trusting. He continued on up over her back, avoiding the bra strap just to be safe, but Cody spoke up: "I don't want a burn line there either, silly!" Dave obediently slid his hands under the bra, even smoothing the lotion down her sides to where the curve of her breasts began. Cody giggled, but didn't say anything, and he finished covering her shoulders and arms without further incident.

They ordered more drinks and twenty minutes later Dave was feeling very good, just watching the occasional bikini-clad girl walk by. He noticed that Cody was looking a little pink on her shoulders and mentioned it to her.

"I swear - you're such a mother hen sometimes, Dave!" Cody replied. She looked back at her legs. "I guess I should do the other side, though." She flipped over and looked at him. "Well, mother? Do you want me to burn or what?" She turned her head back and closed her eyes.

Doing her back was no big deal between almost-siblings, maybe, but Dave was surprised she would allow him to do her front. What game was she playing? Or did she really feel like he was just a big brother? Maybe she had been that casually intimate with her real brother, for all Dave knew. Whatever the situation, Dave decided that he better proceed with caution.

Picking up the bottle of sunscreen, Dave moved to sit by her side again. Cody apparently wanted the full treatment, though, as she motioned to her face first. Shifting to sit above her head, he took a deep breath and carefully smoothed the lotion over her forehead, nose and cheeks, thinking that in some ways this was even more sensuous and intimate than rubbing the rest of her body.

"That feels good", Cody murmured.

Dave again thought it was ironic that he felt more awkward staring down at her beautiful face as he stroked it than he had staring at her almost naked ass. He made sure to cover her delicate ears and neck, and then spread the lotion over her shoulders and arms. The occasional moans that escaped Cody's lips were disconcerting and strangely enough were causing an uncomfortable stir in his swim trunks.

When he got to her chest, he wasn't sure how to proceed, but he somehow knew that if he hesitated it would make it all the more awkward, so in one smooth stroke he pushed both hands down over the inner curve of her breasts where they rose from the tiny bikini top. Remembering her admonition about burn lines and also wanting to see how far this "casual attitude" about her brother-in-law really went, he reversed the motion, bringing his hands back up while making sure to slip his lotion-covered finger-tips along and under the edge of her top. Cody inhaled sharply but otherwise was perfectly still when his fingers slid over her areolas and brushed against the sides of her nipples.

Encouraged by her silence, he repeated the procedure for the outer curve of her breasts and this time when his fingers brushed her nipples he could tell that they were stiffer than before. They were much longer than Lisa's when erect, apparently, and he could now see them poking up at him under the tight material of her top. He looked down at Cody's face and saw her wet her lips, but again, she didn't say anything.

Not wanting to push his luck, Dave moved on, continuing without pause to cover her flat tummy and sides. Having firmly established the 'burn-line rule', he squirted more sunscreen below her belly-button and confidently smoothed it along and under the edge of her bikini bottoms.

His fingers dipped down no more than an inch as they moved from one hip to the other, but with the tiny size of her bottoms, he was already practically on her pubic bone and he clearly felt the uppermost curls of her brief line of hair as his hand passed the mid-way mark. Dave thought for sure that Cody would now object or stop his ministrations, but her eyes remained closed and she seemed almost unnaturally still. Dave had to make sure that her chest was rising and falling before he stood and moved down to start again at her feet.

He tried to be thorough as he spread the lotion over Cody's calves and knees, but the movement of her legs back and forth as he did so had spread her thighs several inches apart, and Dave couldn't help but stare distractedly at the rise of her pubic mound and the long narrow strip of cloth below it that emphasized more than it concealed. He wondered whether Cody would be as casual about the 'burn-line rule' when it came to the area between her thighs. The thought brought a lump to his throat and a twitching in his groin.

Just then Dave heard someone clear their throat behind him.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you." Dave immediately recognized the voice as belonging to their erstwhile host Armand.

He felt Cody stiffen beneath his hands, but her voice was calm and held no trace of nervousness when she responded, "Not at all. Just catching some rays. How are things going with the conference?"

"Excellent! Everyone seems to be having a good time." He glanced at Dave, who had quickly removed his hands from Cody's knees and was putting away the bottle of sunscreen. "How is your wife?"

"She's fine -- taking advantage of the spa services, I think." Dave suddenly thought how lucky he was that Armand had not seen where Dave's hands had been a few minutes before. For that matter, he really didn't know how long Armand had been standing there...

"Good. They are some of the best, I have been told," Armand replied. "I just wanted to remind you about our cita tomorrow on my boat. I was hoping we could meet at the dock around 9:30?"

Dave had stood up to move back to his own chair, and he could see his wife coming down the beach from the hotel. Another piece of luck -- almost too coincidental, in fact. Who knows if he would have seen her before she spotted his hands on her sister's thighs (or worse!)? No matter how casual Cody was about their sibling boundaries, he knew it wouldn't sit well with Lisa. It seemed he owed Armand for more than just drinks and a room discount.

Dave vaguely heard Cody confirming the meeting tomorrow and then Armand discussing some of the other entertaining things to do around the island and on the mainland. When Lisa arrived, Armand warmly greeted her but quickly took his leave, explaining that he had to make arrangements for a big fiesta that would take place the following night.

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Lisa seemed oddly distracted and had come out to the beach in shorts and a t-shirt, obviously not interested in doing any sun-tanning. They asked her if everything had gone ok, and she gave a non-committal mumble. Dave and Cody looked at each other, but when it appeared that no further explanation was forthcoming, Cody remarked that the sun was going to set soon, anyway, so maybe they should go get ready for dinner.

When they got back to the room, Cody went into the bathroom first, and Lisa said she had already taken a shower. She walked over to look out the window and Dave tried again to find out what happened. "Did you have a good time at the spa?" he asked.

"It was alright, I guess," she replied.

"Well, you seem awfully quiet. Did you get a massage? Or..." Dave suddenly remembered her remark earlier about following Cody's advice. "You got a wax, didn't you?!" He smiled. "Can I see it?" he asked excitedly, reaching for the button on her shorts.

Lisa looked up sharply and pushed his hand away. "No!" She took a deep breath and lowered her voice, "I mean - it was just a little weird. I don't want to talk about it right now." She reached up and squeezed his arm. "Maybe I need a drink. Let's just get ready, ok?" She smiled crookedly and walked over to her suit case to look for something to wear that night.

"I heard it was painful, but I didn't know it was that painful..."

When Dave's remark got no response, he gave up and flipped on the television while Lisa changed into a dress. He noticed that she was careful to face away from him when she took off her shorts and underwear. His curiosity made him stare hard at the space between her thighs as she bent down to pull up her new pair of panties -- a small thong, he noticed - but he was at the wrong angle and couldn't see below the curve of her ass.

Cody soon came out of the bathroom in a towel and Dave took his turn. He quickly stripped out of his trunks and turned on the shower. The hot water felt great after the chill of the air conditioning and he was glad to rinse the salt and sand off his body.

As he was soaping up, he noticed that Cody's bikini was draped over the hand-rail in the shower, less than a foot away. He couldn't help but stare at the skimpy material, thinking about where it had just been. With a glance at the door, he pulled the bottoms off the rail and spread out the waist band, remembering what Cody's tight little body had looked like in them. He felt a tingling from head to toe as he began to react and his mind seemed to glaze over as it split its entire focus between the bikini and the expanding length of his penis. With the amount of teasing he was getting on this trip, his body was becoming more and more sensitized and it seemed that the slightest stimulus would get his hormones pumping.