Dad and Zoya tasted watermelon. They only noticed us at the very last moment. I saw that papa Druzhok began to gain strength and he covered from me a slice of watermelon his excitement, which was clearly about me. Zoe, looking at his awkward maneuvers, laughed and mischievously looked at me.

- Well, Rita, how do you like our island of Seven Winds? She asked.

- Miracle Island, Miracle Island, to live on it is easy and simple! - I sang to her in response.

- Yes, that's for sure. We just need to grab coconuts and bananas here just for the consistency of happiness, ”papa picked up.

“Are you going here again tomorrow?” - asked Zoe.

- Tomorrow we have almost the last day when we can do it. Because after the morning of tomorrow morning we have a train, - said dad.

- It is a pity that so quickly. It is a pity that you did not hit the island early. We are here almost every day now. Just today without our dad. Maybe he will be here with us tomorrow.

- How did you spend your time? What have you seen on the island? - Dad asked us, offering me another slice of watermelon.

Taking advantage of the fact that my mouth was busy, I decided to keep silent. Kostya rescued me and began to list those birds that we saw. Mentioning that the bee stung me. But all the other details of our privacy from adults were not, it is understood, voiced. Dad asked me about the bite, but I replied that everything had already passed and that he would definitely heal before the wedding. Dad smiled and said that he, perhaps, would also go for a walk around the island. In general, we stayed on our little beach in three. Kostya ran to swim, and Zoya and I just lay a meter apart in complete relaxation. After sailing around, Kostya first tried to join our lazy lying position. But he was clearly bored. The small talk with him, too, was not going on right now with me, because I did not want to make it difficult for myself to support the thread of the conversation.

Then he suggested to Zoya: “Mom, let me give you a massage.” “Well, do it if you want. Only a soothing massage. And take the cream, ”Zoya answered him without changing her position, lying on her stomach. Kostya started, quickly found the cream. And he sat between us and began to make stroking movements, rubbing the cream. But only with one hand he began to massage his mother and the other a little to me (using the fact that Zoe looked the other way). When I removed his hand, at the same time make him a silently indignant grimace, Kostya changed his position, sat down from my mother's side on the side opposite to me. In this case, this mischievous sly boy looked at me as if he had something to do. I began to watch them.

Kostya made several massaging passes with his palms on his back and on his mother's legs. Then he changed his position, sitting on top of her hips so that his Stalk was in Zoe between the buttocks. In his confident movements it was evident that he was massaging Zoya far from the first time. Zoe was lying, turning her face away from me and not reacting to Kostik in any way. It took about five minutes of massage. Then Kostya motioned me to get up and sit down next to him. I obeyed him and sat down. Kostya gestured to me on a tube of cream and then on Zoya’s shoulders. I sat down at the head of Zoe and began massaging her hands and forearms. Zoe moved slightly and put her head on my knees and half-grabbed my thighs with her hands, sometimes slightly responding with the touch of her palms on my massage.

So a few more minutes passed. Zoe raised her head and looked up at me: “A friend of mine says that massage is a conversation with the body. And in this conversation you are a very interesting conversationalist ... "

I smiled at her, and she peacefully laid my head on my knees again and relaxed.True, her palms moved further and lay down on my buttocks. Looking at Kostya’s massaging mother’s feet, I saw that his Stem had become a Stem. Moreover, the trunk, the measured movements of which sometimes touched my mother's crotch - and Zoya could not help but feel these touches. But she continued to lie on my knees relaxed and as if nothing had happened. “Wow!”, I thought to myself, “the situation is becoming more and more wonderful.”

Kostya asked me for the cream. I handed him a tube. He also smeared skin on mom with cream, and then smeared ... his Stem, while closely looking at me. As if silently asking me for permission for further actions. I felt a turmoil in my soul and looked away towards the sea, supposedly focusing only on the massage. I caught every sound emanating from Kostya and Zoe, being afraid to look at what was happening. For some reason, I was sure that Kostya would not confine himself to one inquiring look at me. The fact that there is still something happening, I soon felt, not only for some faint sounds and the aroma of love, but also for the slightly trembling movements of the palms of Zoya on my buttocks. These touches of her became like embracing me, transmitting to me from her some kind of new wave of acutely pleasant sensations. Soon Zoe made the first moan of exhaustion. I could not stand the strain and looked.

Kostya was on his knees, raising his mom's buttocks, and furiously coping with her. It was insane, insane, insane ... Insanely exciting and insanely beautiful. I was literally torn apart by inconsistency of feelings. At the same time, I wanted this madness to continue before my eyes, and wanted to hide somewhere, in order to survive these crazy feelings alone, and remain a non-participant in the events. But I was squeezed by the hands of Zoe, who literally seized me in a tight lock. She literally beat her head from the experienced pleasure on my knees, steadily pushing the index finger of her right hand to my back stoma. Finally, Zoe got to him, and wetting a finger in the juices of my pussy, touched.

Such a touch to this delicate place of another person was for me the first in my life. And I could not stand the touch of this new unexpectedness of sharpness of feelings. In a half-swoon from an orgasm, I just sat down on the sand and for a minute I could not perceive anything at all from the world spinning around me. When I came to my senses, Zoya and Kostya still continued intercourse, but in a different position. They enjoyed each other, giving their caresses to each other. And I was grateful to them for the fact that they are no longer up to me now.

When the orgasm shook them too, the three of us lay still a little on the sand and then began to swim in the sea. And when they began to get out of the water, Kostya told me: “Just now do not look back and behave as usual. But your dad all this time spying on us from the bushes. He is still watching us ... "