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Sam couldn't get comfortable. It wasn't his seat: the rich leather practically caressed him as he sunk down deeper into it. Nor was it the flight: his childhood had been spent in the lap of luxury and his parents only bought the best planes and the most skilled pilots; aside from the take off, the flight had been as smooth as his tanned chest, which was only slightly concealed by the luxurious bath robe that had been provided. In truth, aside from a black speedo, he was nude under the robe.
"Dad, do I really have to wear this?" A young man's voice called out from the men's changing room.
"Scott, we're going to be in a tropical paradise for the summer, everybody's going to be wearing swimwear. Besides, you're young, at least you've got the body to pull it off." Sam said, rolling his eyes as his son walked out in his speedo, tugging a robe around him to hide his athletic frame. Even though his athletic aspirations went no farther than intermural sports, he had kept himself looking athletic.
Scott sat down in his own seat and looked conspiratorally at his father.
"So, have you told her yet?" He asked with a wicked smile.
Sam sighed. If someone had asked him a year ago if he would ever take his kids to his family's resort he would have punched them in the face. He hadn't even let his kids chat with his side of the family on Facebook and hadn't let them be around them since his daughter was 10. Then his wife's business went under and his firm had laid him off. His son was going to an Ivy league school and there was no way he could let his daughter go to anything but the best. Between that and their home payments, the family was likely going to be out on the streets in less than a month.
So he grit his teeth and called his mother. His mother practically cried with joy when she heard his voice and for a moment, Sam thought he would too. They spend an hour or two catching up and by the time he was done, half of the family had joined the call, all of them willing to help...provided he and his family spend the summer with them for their annual reunion.
"Come on Sam, you used to love our reunions."
"You have a whole lot of nieces who'd like to get to know their uncle Sam."
"Come on baby brother, bring Sara and those little cuties with you, it's been too long."
He talked with Sara and she had reluctantly...though not too reluctantly now that he thought about it, agreed. Sara would go over to his family first to get a feel for things but first she would have a "talk" with Scott. It was his job to explain the situation to their daughter.
Sam looked over at Scott. His son had been alarmed by the idea at first but his mother's "talk" had changed his mind and he was clearly happy about the coming reunion.
"I haven't told her yet. I just couldn't find the time." He admitted.
Scott frowned, "Dad, we're going to be there in less than an hour. God, what the fuck are you thinking?!"
Sam shot him a look.
"I'm sorry dad it's just, god, shouldn't she know what's coming? When we land, what if..."
"Nothing's going to happen until tomorrow. I'll talk to her tonight."
"You better." Scott said, trying to relax. He then smiled wickedly, "So what do you think she'l be wearing?"
Sam thought back to when they got on the flight. The stewardess had handed each of them a box with their outfit for the day. Sleepwear would be provided once they got to the island. Still, the thought of his baby girl prancing around in some skimpy swimsuit...
"Baby," He called out, directing his voice towards the door of the women's changing room, "are you changed yet? We'll be landing soon."
"Dad, do I really have to wear this?" A young man's voice called out from the men's changing room.
"Scott, we're going to be in a tropical paradise for the summer, everybody's going to be wearing swimwear. Besides, you're young, at least you've got the body to pull it off." Sam said, rolling his eyes as his son walked out in his speedo, tugging a robe around him to hide his athletic frame. Even though his athletic aspirations went no farther than intermural sports, he had kept himself looking athletic.
Scott sat down in his own seat and looked conspiratorally at his father.
"So, have you told her yet?" He asked with a wicked smile.
Sam sighed. If someone had asked him a year ago if he would ever take his kids to his family's resort he would have punched them in the face. He hadn't even let his kids chat with his side of the family on Facebook and hadn't let them be around them since his daughter was 10. Then his wife's business went under and his firm had laid him off. His son was going to an Ivy league school and there was no way he could let his daughter go to anything but the best. Between that and their home payments, the family was likely going to be out on the streets in less than a month.
So he grit his teeth and called his mother. His mother practically cried with joy when she heard his voice and for a moment, Sam thought he would too. They spend an hour or two catching up and by the time he was done, half of the family had joined the call, all of them willing to help...provided he and his family spend the summer with them for their annual reunion.
"Come on Sam, you used to love our reunions."
"You have a whole lot of nieces who'd like to get to know their uncle Sam."
"Come on baby brother, bring Sara and those little cuties with you, it's been too long."
He talked with Sara and she had reluctantly...though not too reluctantly now that he thought about it, agreed. Sara would go over to his family first to get a feel for things but first she would have a "talk" with Scott. It was his job to explain the situation to their daughter.
Sam looked over at Scott. His son had been alarmed by the idea at first but his mother's "talk" had changed his mind and he was clearly happy about the coming reunion.
"I haven't told her yet. I just couldn't find the time." He admitted.
Scott frowned, "Dad, we're going to be there in less than an hour. God, what the fuck are you thinking?!"
Sam shot him a look.
"I'm sorry dad it's just, god, shouldn't she know what's coming? When we land, what if..."
"Nothing's going to happen until tomorrow. I'll talk to her tonight."
"You better." Scott said, trying to relax. He then smiled wickedly, "So what do you think she'l be wearing?"
Sam thought back to when they got on the flight. The stewardess had handed each of them a box with their outfit for the day. Sleepwear would be provided once they got to the island. Still, the thought of his baby girl prancing around in some skimpy swimsuit...
"Baby," He called out, directing his voice towards the door of the women's changing room, "are you changed yet? We'll be landing soon."