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Brent awoke with a start and found Andrea curled up into his arms. He hadn't slept well and found himself tired and groggy. He glanced out the window and saw that the day was gray and overcast. He sighed heavily. Andrea rolled over and looked into his eyes.
"You're awake early." She said.
"What time is it?" He muttered. Andrea glanced over at the clock behind Brent.
"Ten to eight." He closed his eyes and pulled her closer to himself. "Go back to sleep." She said softly.
"I will if you stay here with me." He whispered. She snuggled in and sighed.
"It would be my pleasure!" And, together, they drifted off. When he woke an hour later he was greeted by the sun shining happily through the window. He smiled and stretched.
"Now that's more like it." He whispered quietly. Andrea rolled over onto her back and looked over at him. He draped his arm across her chest and rested his cheek on her shoulder. She slid her hand down under the covers and found him hard.
"Ooooo ..." She said wrapping her hand around it and squeezing. "What have I found here?" She gasped. He smiled.
"You've found a pee hard-on babe." He muttered. She stroked it lightly and he pulled away. "Don't, don't." He said. She smiled and then faked a frown.
"But why?" She whimpered.
"Because I have to pee, that's why." He said. She searched his pale eyes for any sign of teasing and found none. She continued to stroke him and he reached down and pulled her hand away. "Annie, I said I have to pee." She pushed at him.
"Then go pee and come back and make love to me." He felt himself flush hotly. There was next to nothing better than morning sex but he wasn't sure he wanted to make love before marrying her. He would have rathered do it afterwards, honeymoon style. He pulled closer to her.
"I'm gonna lay here a bit first." She ran her hands up his hip to his chest and glided her fingertips across it lightly.
"No, Brent, go pee and come back." She breathed. He kept his eyes closed against the tingling sensation he was feeling in his chest and his groin. She rolled over towards him, grabbed his hand and guided it down between her legs. She raised one leg and rubbed his fingers there. He smiled and bit his lower lip. It pleased Andrea to know that he was helpless to resist her. He began to rub his fingers across her and feeling her wetness in anticipation of him he moaned softly. He slid one finger inside and then another. She pressed herself forward onto his hand.
"Oh God, that's it." He said pushing her onto her back and rolling on top of her. He spread her legs with his knees and entered her savoring the feel of her slippery, velvet walls wrapped around his stiff manhood. He gazed down at her, taking in her face. Her eyes were bright blue and sparkling in the bright island sunshine. Her cheeks were pink from the sun the day before and her lips, open and ready for him. She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. He kissed her as he moved himself in and out, groaning throatily. He pressed his eyes closed tightly hoping to ward off the orgasm that was building all to quickly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself to him. Moments later he succumbed to the pleasure and emptied himself. His body jerked with each spasm. He breathed heavily through his nose and then collapsed on top of her with an audible sigh. She giggled and hooked her ankles together behind his back. "I'm so fucking pussy whipped it's not even funny." He sighed. She laughed.
"You are not! You just cannot refuse me, I'm too hot for you." He groaned and then pushed himself off of her leaving a trail of drool on her shoulder. He wiped it away.
"Yes I am!" He said heading towards the bathroom. Andrea got up and began to dress. She was hungry and thought she'd smelled coffee. Pulling her hair back into a pony tail she emerged from the bedroom to find Craig and Mandie, sipping coffee on the porch.
"Have you guys been up long?" Andrea asked gazing through the screen to the landscape and sea beyond.
"A while." Mandie said quietly. She had been enjoying the quiet time, the morning with Craig.
"How about breakfast?" Andrea asked feeling a growling in her belly. Mandie nodded.
"I think breakfast is a fantastic idea!" Craig got up and pushed Andrea down onto the white wicker loveseat.
"You sit here, I'm going to retrieve my brother and we are going to make breakfast today." He said heading towards the bedroom. He pushed on the door and found Brent lying face down on the bed, on top of the covers in his shorts and tee shirt. "You lazy ass." Craig said. Brent cranked his head around and looked at Craig through slits.
"Get out." He muttered and plopped his head back down on the pillow. Craig stalked over to the bed and grabbed Brent by the back of his shorts and his tee shirt and started to bounce him up and down on the bed. Brent did his best to stabilize himself but it was obvious that Craig had the advantage. When Craig was through he released Brent. Brent flipped over onto his back and stood up. Anger apparent on his face. He stuck out his finger at Craig.
"You were a miscarriage that should have happened!" He spat at him. Craig laughed loudly.
"And the best part of you dripped down Mom's crack!! Now get your lazy ass out here and help me make breakfast." Brent stood there and shuddered at the thought of his mom's crack as Craig headed towards the kitchen. Brent followed and while Craig made pancakes Brent sliced up some melon. Curt and Terri came in halfway through the making of breakfast and Curt sent Terri out by the girls while he kept the boys company.
"Did you call the Reverend?" Brent asked Curt, glancing out towards the porch to check on Andrea. Curt nodded.
"I did, everything's all set. We're going to meet on the beach at three." Brent smiled and nodded.
"Excellent. Thank you very much." Curt smiled back at him.
"No problem. I think it's a great idea and I sure the shit didn't know you had it in you." Craig chuckled.
"I didn't think he could wipe his own ass without someone else coming up with the idea first." Brent glared at him.
"You are so gonna get it, Ruprecht." Brent said, alluding to a character in the movie Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Craig laughed, grabbed a large spoon and the cover to a pot and began banging the cover with the spoon, running around, and chanting: "Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma ..." Brent began to laugh hysterically as Curt frowned and scratched his head. He hadn't seen the movie and was clueless as to what Craig might have been acting out. The girls glanced in and laughed at Craig.
After breakfast clean-up, the six dressed in their suits and headed out to the private beach for some sun. As they lay there baking in the rays, Brent decided it was time to plant the seed.
"Annie ..." He began as he draped his arm over his eyes to block the sun. Andrea, laying on her belly, grunted in response. "I've made plans for us to have an early dinner at a very nice restaurant in St. John." She turned her head towards him.
"You have?" She asked, surprised. He nodded.
"Yeah, and it means that you have to wear a nice dress." She smiled.
"That sounds wonderful!" She said laying her head down on the blanket. He was pleased with the response.
Hours later, the six trudged back to the villas to shower and get ready for their special 'dinner.' After showering, Andrea looked at the dresses she had brought with. She was going to put on a blue cotton dress when Brent came out of the shower, dripping. She was holding up the dress against herself and looking in the mirror. Brent frowned.
"You aren't going to wear that one are you?" He asked as he slipped on a pair of boxers. Andrea glared at him.
"I was." She said. He shook his head.
"Too plain. Didn't Terri get you one for Christmas?" He pulled on a pair of dark blue, cotton suit-type pants.
"Yes, but ...." He buttoned up a white, short-sleeved shirt and put his hands on his hips.
"Wear that one, it's prettier." He slipped his feet into a pair of Huaraches and then combed his hair, eyeing her as she hung up the blue dress and shimmied into the white one. He gazed adoringly at her as she pulled a comb through her long, blonde hair. He left her to her 'getting ready' routine and went out into the other room where he was met by Craig. They looked at each other and smiled weakly.
"Andrea getting ready?" Brent nodded. "Mandie too." They walked together out onto the porch and Craig closed the sliding glass door behind him. "You nervous?" He asked Brent once they were alone. Brent nodded quickly.
"Yeah, you?" Craig nodded too.
"Yeah, a little. I could barely sleep last night."
"Me too! I just lay there wondering how my life is gonna change." He shook his head. "I don't know if I can handle it." Craig shrugged.
"You know you won't know the answer to that until that time comes. But you're going to be a father and that means a lot of growing up. You have to put others ahead of yourself, and, as hard as I know that's going to be for you .... you have to do it." Brent stared at him, wide-eyed like a deer staring into headlights. He sighed heavily.
"Shit, this is scary." He muttered. Just then Mandie came out of the bedroom and Craig spied her from the porch; his mouth dropped open. She was radiant! His eyes caressed her taking in the pale pink v-neck tank dress draped over her slim form. It was adorned with sequined flowers on the front and fell just above her knee with an asymmetrical hem that was shorter in the front and longer in the back. Her hair hung around her shoulders but was pulled up in clips at the sides. She glanced around for him and smiled when she saw him gaping at her. She waved slightly. He smiled at her and for a moment there was no one there but the two of them. He felt his heart skip a beat and had an overwhelming feeling that he would cry. He swallowed hard and headed into the living room leaving Brent outside alone. Approaching her, he slid his arms around her lightly and looked down at her. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" He whispered. She smiled, her lips brushed pink with lipstick.
"I think you might have." She replied. He hugged her softly, not wanting to crush her or wrinkle the dress.
"Good." He said. Just as Andrea came out of their bedroom, Brent came in from the veranda. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his bride-to-be in her white, lace bridal dress, her hair pulled to the back of her head and hanging down. He swallowed a lump in his throat.
"You look beautiful." He breathed. She smiled and blushed shyly.
"Thank you." She said.
"We should rock and roll kids ..." Craig said as he picked up his keys and wallet and stuffed them into his pants pocket. Brent nodded nervously.
"Yeah ... I'm gonna call Curt and see if they are ready." He picked up the phone, dialed and then spoke. He hung up moments later and planted his hands on his hips. "Let's go!" He said and made sure he had his keys and his wallet as well and headed for the door. Remembering to be a gentleman, he held his hand out to Andrea and let her walk out ahead of him. The four of them squinted into the sun as they left the villa and were approached by Terri and Curt. They piled into the van and headed for the town. Brent parked the van in a public parking lot. As they approached and then stood in front of a restaurant called "The Pelican," Brent glanced at his watch. Curt made to go in and Brent stopped him, the show had begun.
"Hey, uhh, Curt .... it's only 10 to 3. We have like a half an hour." He just stared, wide-eyed at Curt who frowned, going along with the plan. He let the door close and glanced towards the beach.
"Why don't we walk on the beach?" Terri said glancing around at the others. Brent nodded.
"Good idea." He said breathless. He found himself breathing shallow. He was nervous beyond belief. They all turned and strolled down the street. Andrea took Brent's hand in hers and found it cold. She frowned at him.
"What's wrong?" She asked. He shook his head quickly.
"Nothing." He said.
"You're pale and your hand is ice cold and it's got to be 80 degrees!" He squeezed her hand, reassuringly. He wasn't quite sure who he was trying to reassure if it was himself or her.
"I'm okay, Annie, really." They turned the corner and the beach was in view. They all slipped off their shoes as they stepped onto the hot, white sand. The three couples, hand in hand strolled the beach when a man in robes and a woman in a blue tank dress approached them.
"Are you ready?" The dark man in robes asked Craig. Craig nodded.
"Ready for what?" Andrea asked, confused. Brent grabbed her shoulders and turned Andrea to face him.
"I have a question for you, Annie." He said almost panting by this point out of sheer fright. He tried to take a deep breath and found he couldn't. Andrea's eyes opened wide as she watched Brent fidgit nervously.
"What is it?" She asked.
"I umm, I know you have said you would marry me but ..." He cleared his throat and continued to lock eyes with her. "will you marry me right here, right now?" Her mouth dropped open and she felt tears well up in her eyes.
"Oh, my God!" She said. She glanced around at the others who were smiling expectantly at her. She looked back at Brent and then threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed. "Brent! I can't believe you! You sneak!! You planned all this??" She exclaimed. He smiled and nodded. She kissed his lips lightly. "Thank you." She whispered. "And, yes, I would be honored." He smiled and held his hand out to the minister.
"Then, shall we?" She turned towards the minister who now held a book open in his hands. "And Craig and Mandie are tying the knot as well." He said. She glanced at Mandie and smiled.
"How exciting!" She said and reached out for Mandie's hand. Mandie squeezed it and the four took their positions in front of the minister. Curt reached into the bag he had slung over his shoulder and retrieved a video camera while Terri readied her camera. The assistant in the blue dress took a position on the other side of the bridal couples with her camera.
"We are gathered here together today, to take part in the celebration of the joining together of Craig, Mandie, Brent, and Andrea." The minister began. It wasn't long into his speech that a crowd had begun to gather around them. "It is a special event in God's heart when people who are in love wish to become one in His sight. Marriage is, and always has been, a sacred ceremony whereby two people give of themselves, heart and soul, to each other. Thus is the case between these four beautiful people ..." As he talked, more people gathered and Brent came nearer to fainting. He held tightly to Andrea's hand. The minister had gotten to the part where he had the couples turn to each other and recite their intentions of marriage. Craig and Mandie went first. After Mandie recited her vows, it was Craig's turn. He held Mandie's hands tightly in his and searched her eyes.
"Mandie, before I say my vows, I just want to say that meeting you has been the best thing that God could have offered to me. All our lives we will be faced with adversity but as long as I have you I know that I will survive. Our marriage is not a marriage that comes from necessity. I wanted to marry you because I love you dearly and I am positive that there is and never will be, another woman whom I will love more than you. And I give myself to you freely ...." And then he continued on with his vows while Mandie wept quietly. When it was Brent and Andrea's turn, Craig took Mandie into his arms and held her close. Andrea was next, then Brent. When they were finished, the minister pronounced them 'man and wife.' After two of the longest, loving kisses, the four were joined together by the bonds of marriage through the eyes of God and a crowd on the beach of St. John, The Virgin Islands. The crowd cheered and the two newlyweds beamed. Andrea snuggled into Brent's arms as they walked towards the street. The six of them went back to The Pelican and were seated at a table of honor by the maitre'd. During a steak and lobster dinner, the couples laughed and drank. Two beers and three shots of tequila later, Brent was starting to feel more calm. He glanced down at the ring that encircled his finger. It didn't seem too forbidding. It was just a harmless ring, a symbol of love, a sign of commitment. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. He picked up his beer and found his hand shaking. Andrea noticed and touched his hand lightly.
"What is the matter with you?" She asked looking into his eyes. He just stared at her a moment.
"N-nothing." He stammered. "It's a big day for me is all. I mean, we're married now, right?" She smiled and leaned over for a kiss. He pressed his lips against hers tasting tequila from the one shot she'd had on her lips. He ran his tongue along her lower lip. "Mmmmm" he moaned softly. "When do you suppose we can go back home and consummate this union?" Andrea giggled and pressed her forehead against his.
"Any time, sexy, any time!" Not long after, a band began to play in the bar area. The three couples moved into the bar to listen to the band. The men were getting a bit drunk while the women chatted together. The band dedicated a song to the honeymooning couples and insisted they get up and danced. Craig pulled Mandie by the hand onto the middle of the floor, encircled his arms around her waist and began to move slowly to the music. Andrea coaxed Brent to dance with her though he was feeling self-conscious thanks to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed thus far. They swayed together, arms around each other. Brent closed his eyes and rested his head against Andrea until the music stopped. He looked at her and smiled. He glanced up at the stage and hurried over to Craig, whispered something in his ear and then climbed up on stage. He talked to the singer while Craig begged the guitarist's instrument from him. Andrea sat in her seat and watched curiously as Brent took the microphone from the stand and stared at her while Craig began to strum the guitar.
"When I'm feeling blue ..." Brent started singing and Andrea immediately knew the song. It was one she loved. "All I have to do is take a look at you, then I'm not so blue ..." She smiled as tears filled her eyes. He continued to sing while moving closer to her. "When you're close to me, I can feel your heartbeat. I can hear you breathing in my ear. Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me, got a groovy kind of love." Every eye in the room was on Brent as he knelt down in front of Andrea and took her hand into his. "Anytime you want to, you can turn me on to anything you want to, anytime at all. When you're close to me I can feel your heartbeat, I can hear you breathing in my ear. When I taste your lips, ooo I start to shiver, Can't control the quivering inside. Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me, got a groovy kind of love. When I'm in your arms, nothing seems to matter, my whole world could shatter, I don't care. Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me, got a groovy kind of looooovvveee, we've got a groovy kind of love ...." When he finished, Andrea pulled him into her arms and kissed him for all he was worth. The crowd in the room cheered, clapped, and whistled. They stood up and he turned and bowed. She giggled and hugged him again. They returned the instruments to the rightful owners and then made their way back to their seats. Andrea leaned into Brent's arms and brought her lips to his ear.
"I think it's time, baby ..." She breathed. He smiled a sly smile as he felt a stirring down below. He turned to Craig and Curt.
"Hey, uhh, what do you say we get out of here?" He suggested with a nod towards the door. All three wallets came out of the men's pockets as they paid the bill and left the restaurant. Andrea drove back to the villa being that Brent was seeing double. He sat in the passenger seat and stared at her as she drove, his desire apparent in the looks he gave. Craig and Mandie sat all the way in the back, cuddling and making plans to go swimming when they got back. Curt and Terri, feeling a little out of place, watched out the window, glancing at each other and smiling now and then.
Craig and Mandie rushed into the villa and changed into bathing suits while Andrea and Brent chatting a few minutes with Curt and Terri. They watched as Craig and Mandie bounded by, blankets and towels in hand. When Andrea tugged on his sleeve, Brent eyed Curt and, Curt, knowing what was going on, said his goodnights. They entered the villa and as Brent closed the door behind him, Andrea was in his arms, pressing him up against the door, kissing his mouth, his cheeks, nibbling his neck. He smiled drunkenly.
"Yeah, oh yeah, Mrs. Scanlon ... " He panted as her hands roamed his body, under his shirt and down into the back of his pants where her hands cupped his butt cheeks and squeezed. "That's right .... show me what ya got!" She sucked his tongue into her mouth and played with it while he pulled the clip that held her hair. It dropped down her back and over his hand, he found it wildly erotic. He tangled his fingers in it and held her mouth to his. She hastily undid his pants and shoved them downward, they fell around his ankles. As she dropped to her knees, she pulled down his boxers and found him hard and ready for her. He fell back against the door as she took him into her mouth, kissing, licking, and sucking. He moaned and leaned his head back against the door. "Oh God, baby .... ohhhh ...." She slipped her hands around his balls and kneaded them gently, it elicited a groan from deep within him. "I ... wanna ... fuck you, Annie, please ..." He panted as he felt his orgasm building. She pulled herself away from him and knelt on her hands and knees in front of him. He fell to his knees and reached up under her dress and slid her panties down, she kicked them off. He guided his erection to her and entered her easily as she was well-lubed. They both moaned loudly at the same time. "I like it this way, baby, don't you?" He breathed, moving in and out of her almost effortlessly. He saw her nod approval. He took long, slow strokes at the beginning, barely going all the way in before sliding back out. As the pressure built, he began to quicken the pace, his hips slamming against her butt cheeks. Annie groaned.
"Oh Brent .... " She whispered. "my God!" She moaned as he pumped harder and came with force. They both collapsed on the floor, Brent pulling Andrea into his arms and hugging her tightly. "Well, that was something!" She said with a laugh.
"Hey, it's a good start ..." He said eyeing the bedroom.
Craig and Mandie dove into the sea headfirst and swam a short time before making their way back to the beach. Mandie sat the blanket she'd laid out for them before swimming, Craig was toweling off next to her. He reached over and playfully snapped the side of her bathing suit bottom. She looked quickly at him.
"Why'd you do that?" She asked playfully. Craig smiled.
"Because I could." He replied. She reached over. pinched his nipple and then smiled smugly at him.
"I did that because I could." She said stretching her legs out in front of her on the blanket. He pushed her down onto the blanket and rolled partially on top of her. His hand moved to her breast and he pulled the tiny triangle of fabric away from it exposing it to the sun. Her mouth opened in surprise. "Hey!" She said going to cover it. He pushed her hand away and lightly rubbed her nipple with his fingers.
"I'm doing this because ..." She thought he was going to say because he could but he said, "because I want to." He said it softly and then leaned down to kiss her. His lips pressed against hers and her head dropped back onto the blanket. She rest her wrists lazily on his shoulders while he made love to her mouth with his. He pressed his mouth into hers, let his tongue slide out and in and then rested and then went in for more. Her nipples tightened in response to his fingers' touch and she emitted a moaning sound from deep within her. He felt his breathing speeding up and he broke away to look at her. She had a sultry, smokey look in her eyes and she pleaded with him for more. He bent his head down to her nipple, conscious that others may see and not caring. He sucked it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. It hardened further under his tongue and he nipped at it playfully. Mandie sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. His hand squeezed her breast and he sucked more of it into his mouth hungrily. She felt a tingling sensation that began in her thighs and graduated upwards to her belly. It was as if they were connected by tiny little electrical wires, her breast and her groin ... He grunted and lapped at the softness of her breast. He backed away from it and covered it with the fabric of her suit and moved on to the next one. When he was finished he moved back up to her mouth. He kissed again and pressed his body into hers. She could tell from the hard knob that protruded into her hip that he was totally turned on and ready to go. She reached down and stroked it through his suit. He groaned softly, his tongue playing with hers. She slid her hands inside his suit and felt the mass and hardness of him. How could it be so soft and hard at the same time, that was the beauty of it. She ran her hands over it and then wrapped her fingers around it. Lightly stroking it she felt his body curl and press closer.
"Baby," He whispered. "Will you suck it for me?" She looked at him, surprised.
"Out here?" She glanced around. He nodded.
"Out here ... I want it really bad, to feel your mouth around me ..." She sighed. She wanted it too but not where anyone could see.
"Well, I do too but ..." He got up and pulled her up. He pulled her by the hand to a patch of trees. He pushed her to her knees behind a palm tree and then stood in front of her. He guided his hard dick through the opening in the front of the suit and bumped it against her lips. Her eyes glancing around nervously, she slid her tongue out of her mouth and tasted it. The soft skin on the head of his dick felt erotic to her tongue and she lapped at it. She opened her mouth and took in the head. Her tongue worked it from the bottom while her lips applied pressure from the top. She sucked at it and let it slide out of her mouth then she sucked at it again. He moaned and placed his hand against the tree trunk for support. After a few minutes of teasing she took the whole of him into her mouth. She held him with her hand and worked it with her mouth. Then she slowly rubbed his dick while she sucked at him. She felt his balls tighten in response. He was going to come soon if she didn't stop. He was panting and he groaned.
"Baby ..." He moaned. She took it out of her mouth and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He grabbed his dick and applied pressure to the underside of it. "Lay down, over there, in the sand." She did as she was told. He knelt down and over the top of her. He slid her suit bottom off and lay it by her head. He leaned down on his elbows and kissed her. "Would you mind, Mrs. Scanlon, if I fuck you right here, right now on this beach?" He whispered, gazing into her eyes and hoping for the response he wanted. She smiled and spread her legs, pulling her knees up high. He settled himself between her thighs and entered her slowly, relishing the feel of her soft, wet pussy. "Oooohhhh" he sighed. He held himself inside her for a moment before he started to move in and out. Mandie closed her eyes and felt that tingling sensation beginning in her thighs. It was the whole of it all ... her sexy man, his tanned, warm flesh pressing against her, the sun and the sand, the sound of the waves, the smell of the water ... He pumped himself in and out of her slowly and deliberately. He pulled himself out, grabbed his dick and rubbed it across her slit. He watched her reaction. She moaned.
"Oh my God, that's good." She breathed. He continued on until he saw her arch her back and press herself harder against him. "Ohh, ohh ..." She moaned again and he knew he had brought her to climax. He drove himself into her furthering her pleasure and causing more waves of orgasm to lap upon her shore. Moments later he felt his own waves and succumbed to them pumping his hot juice inside her velvety walls. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily and pushing her into the sand. She held him tightly, wrapping her legs around him and hooking her feet at the ankles. They lay there a while before he pushed himself up. He sat up and handed her the bottom of her suit. He watched as she slid it back on, wiping the sand off her skin and pulling it up over her behind. Just watching her, sweaty, sandy, flushed with pleasure was enough to make him want her again. "I've had a wonderful day with you, Mandie" Craig said as he pulled her back into his arms ....
