"I don't understand."
It wasn't the man's accent that was giving Brian trouble, nor his broken English. The man's request was simply so unbelievable that he couldn't wrap his mind around it.
Brian and his sister had broken away from the rest of the Tour Group to go with a couple of hotel workers to what they'd called the most beautious place in the all of the islands. Brian had been visiting with the guys off and on since the Tour Group had arrived at the resort, and he hadn't sensed any foul intent in their offer. Hell, the guys had even gotten him laid the second night here, setting him up with a local beauty who'd been more than willing to part her thighs in exchange for the leather vest she'd seen him wearing earlier in the day.
They'd boarded a small jet boat and sped across the open ocean to exactly what the guys had said they would find, an incredibly beautiful isle surrounded by crystal clear waters enclosed by colorful coral reefs. They'd spent the day snorkeling, spear fishing, and sunbathing; and after sun down, they found themselves at a huge mansion drinking rum drinks and dancing to a steel drum band.
Then, as if someone had flipped the fun switch off, the music ended, the locals dispersed to return to their homes, and a Security Officer at the big house told Brian simply, "You go ... now ... party over."
And that was when they realized they were in trouble. The guys from the hotel were no where to be seen; the locals who were still out and about were not exactly friendly looking, some with pistols on their hips or machetes dangling from their belts; and the Security Officer, now joined by a local Police Officer, were demanding that Brian and his sister leave the island, immediately.
"How do we do that?" Brian argued. He pointed out that their ride had vanished. When the local cop, carrying an AK-47, said there was a boat for rent at the pier, Brian pulled out the empty pockets of his shorts and simply shrugged. "Any other ideas?"
It probably wasn't the right question to ask. A few minutes later, they were back inside the the party mansion, standing in the foyer with the cop while the Security Officer chatted quietly with the man Brian had understood was the home's owner up on the second floor balcony.
Eventually, Brian was waved up to the second floor. He looked to his sister, laying a reassuring hand on the small of her back and leaning in to say, "It's okay. We'll get this straightened out."
And so, here he was on the second floor, looking down to his sister, wishing that sometimes she could not look so god damn sexy! He looked back to the host again and asked, "So ... just so I have this straight ... what you're saying is--"
He had a hard time even speaking the words, they were just so unbelievable insane! He cleared his throat, contemplate how he wanted to rephrase what the Host had suggested ... and yet still couldn't find a way to say it without ... feeling dirty!
The Host stepped up to him and laid a hand upon his shoulder with a soft, almost compassionate expression on his face. "Is simple, Bree-on--"
"Brian ... Bri-an."
The man gave him a look that said, Really, you're giving me English lessons?
"Sorry," Brian said, "you were saying...?"
The Host turned Brian to face the foyer below them, putting a hand around his back and pulling him close like they were old friends. He leaned a bit closer and said with a soft voice, "You and you see-ster ... you sex together--"
"Me and her," Brian asked trying to clarify. "Me and her, we have sex ... together ... with each other."
"Yes, each other," the Host confirmed. "Each other, together ... I watch ... then, I give boat to take home."
Brian could feel the blood rushing out of his face as he prepared to ask his next question, knowing that there were probably more guys with guns in this one house than there were in the entire County back home in Eastern Oregon.
"And, um ... if we ... if we don't ... you know, sex together ... then...?"
The host chuckled playfully, then went suddenly quiet and pulled Brian tighter to him, to the point that any harder would be painful. "You no do that."
Before Brian could respond, the Host turned away and headed down the hall, calling back over his shoulder, "Teen meen-utes ... you be in heere."
Brian stood there in silence for a long moment, unsure of what to do. He had no idea of what might happen to them if they didn't do this absolutely ridiculous act of ... oh god, are you kidding?
He looked down at his sister, at her nervous smile, and wondered how she was going to react. You can't have sex with your sister! He stared at her for a moment, allowing his eyes to take a walk over the great amount of perfect, female flesh that was his sister. He had often fantasized about having her; every male that had ever seen her had, and the fact that he was kin hadn't stopped him, from fantasizing about her, from masturbating to the thought of her, from even picturing her in his mind as he was fucking someone less attractive, which was just about everyone he'd ever fucked!
But, he'd never acted on it, of course. It ... it just wasn't something he would have ever considered. But now ... Are you actually considering this...? He knew what the answer was; yes, he was considering it. He wondered, Would you even begin to entertain this ... this SO inappropriate idea if she didn't look like THAT? He wasn't sure.
He'd want to protect her from danger no matter what she looked like, of course. He didn't know exactly what danger they were facing right now, but he was sure it wasn't good. She might even be looking at getting raped. Wasn't it better for him, her brother, to make love to her rather than having some of these gun toting thugs with badges parting her thighs or bending her over a jeep's hood?
He took a deep breath, exhaled, and headed down the stairs to her, flashing the best smile he could to her before he asked the Cop for some privacy. Once the man was gone, he told her, "Okay ... they'll loan us a boat to get off the island ... but ... well ... we have to do something first."
He could feel his heart pounding like a jack hammer as he explained what was being asked of them...
It wasn't the man's accent that was giving Brian trouble, nor his broken English. The man's request was simply so unbelievable that he couldn't wrap his mind around it.
Brian and his sister had broken away from the rest of the Tour Group to go with a couple of hotel workers to what they'd called the most beautious place in the all of the islands. Brian had been visiting with the guys off and on since the Tour Group had arrived at the resort, and he hadn't sensed any foul intent in their offer. Hell, the guys had even gotten him laid the second night here, setting him up with a local beauty who'd been more than willing to part her thighs in exchange for the leather vest she'd seen him wearing earlier in the day.
They'd boarded a small jet boat and sped across the open ocean to exactly what the guys had said they would find, an incredibly beautiful isle surrounded by crystal clear waters enclosed by colorful coral reefs. They'd spent the day snorkeling, spear fishing, and sunbathing; and after sun down, they found themselves at a huge mansion drinking rum drinks and dancing to a steel drum band.
Then, as if someone had flipped the fun switch off, the music ended, the locals dispersed to return to their homes, and a Security Officer at the big house told Brian simply, "You go ... now ... party over."
And that was when they realized they were in trouble. The guys from the hotel were no where to be seen; the locals who were still out and about were not exactly friendly looking, some with pistols on their hips or machetes dangling from their belts; and the Security Officer, now joined by a local Police Officer, were demanding that Brian and his sister leave the island, immediately.
"How do we do that?" Brian argued. He pointed out that their ride had vanished. When the local cop, carrying an AK-47, said there was a boat for rent at the pier, Brian pulled out the empty pockets of his shorts and simply shrugged. "Any other ideas?"
It probably wasn't the right question to ask. A few minutes later, they were back inside the the party mansion, standing in the foyer with the cop while the Security Officer chatted quietly with the man Brian had understood was the home's owner up on the second floor balcony.
Eventually, Brian was waved up to the second floor. He looked to his sister, laying a reassuring hand on the small of her back and leaning in to say, "It's okay. We'll get this straightened out."
And so, here he was on the second floor, looking down to his sister, wishing that sometimes she could not look so god damn sexy! He looked back to the host again and asked, "So ... just so I have this straight ... what you're saying is--"
He had a hard time even speaking the words, they were just so unbelievable insane! He cleared his throat, contemplate how he wanted to rephrase what the Host had suggested ... and yet still couldn't find a way to say it without ... feeling dirty!
The Host stepped up to him and laid a hand upon his shoulder with a soft, almost compassionate expression on his face. "Is simple, Bree-on--"
"Brian ... Bri-an."
The man gave him a look that said, Really, you're giving me English lessons?
"Sorry," Brian said, "you were saying...?"
The Host turned Brian to face the foyer below them, putting a hand around his back and pulling him close like they were old friends. He leaned a bit closer and said with a soft voice, "You and you see-ster ... you sex together--"
"Me and her," Brian asked trying to clarify. "Me and her, we have sex ... together ... with each other."
"Yes, each other," the Host confirmed. "Each other, together ... I watch ... then, I give boat to take home."
Brian could feel the blood rushing out of his face as he prepared to ask his next question, knowing that there were probably more guys with guns in this one house than there were in the entire County back home in Eastern Oregon.
"And, um ... if we ... if we don't ... you know, sex together ... then...?"
The host chuckled playfully, then went suddenly quiet and pulled Brian tighter to him, to the point that any harder would be painful. "You no do that."
Before Brian could respond, the Host turned away and headed down the hall, calling back over his shoulder, "Teen meen-utes ... you be in heere."
Brian stood there in silence for a long moment, unsure of what to do. He had no idea of what might happen to them if they didn't do this absolutely ridiculous act of ... oh god, are you kidding?
He looked down at his sister, at her nervous smile, and wondered how she was going to react. You can't have sex with your sister! He stared at her for a moment, allowing his eyes to take a walk over the great amount of perfect, female flesh that was his sister. He had often fantasized about having her; every male that had ever seen her had, and the fact that he was kin hadn't stopped him, from fantasizing about her, from masturbating to the thought of her, from even picturing her in his mind as he was fucking someone less attractive, which was just about everyone he'd ever fucked!
But, he'd never acted on it, of course. It ... it just wasn't something he would have ever considered. But now ... Are you actually considering this...? He knew what the answer was; yes, he was considering it. He wondered, Would you even begin to entertain this ... this SO inappropriate idea if she didn't look like THAT? He wasn't sure.
He'd want to protect her from danger no matter what she looked like, of course. He didn't know exactly what danger they were facing right now, but he was sure it wasn't good. She might even be looking at getting raped. Wasn't it better for him, her brother, to make love to her rather than having some of these gun toting thugs with badges parting her thighs or bending her over a jeep's hood?
He took a deep breath, exhaled, and headed down the stairs to her, flashing the best smile he could to her before he asked the Cop for some privacy. Once the man was gone, he told her, "Okay ... they'll loan us a boat to get off the island ... but ... well ... we have to do something first."
He could feel his heart pounding like a jack hammer as he explained what was being asked of them...
