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Inside, it was indeed big enough to accommodate the three of them. The bed and the sofa were huge and comfortable-looking. There was also a small kitchen area and a wet bar. This was obviously intended for guests who were not going to be leaving the room very often. Beverly opened the sliding glass door and stood on the patio. She stared out at the beach. In the distance, a lone, young girl in a tattered looking swimsuit was splashing around in the water. For a second, she thought a swim might be fun, but decided a snack and a nap would be more practical.

  Beverly felt Angela come up behind her and put her arms around her waist. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” she asked, tenderly kissing the back of Beverly's neck.

  "Certainly.” Beverly turned to kiss her. Both knew that this was going to be their last summer together for a long time, because in the fall Angela was going to New York, and Beverly was not. This place was so peaceful and they both had a lot of thinking to do. She turned around to face her lover and the two of them started laughing. Why not? Being in love makes one very happy-happy enough to laugh out loud for no reason at all.

  * * * *

  Joe awoke to the sound of female laughter coming from the bungalow next door. He sat up and looked at his watch. It was a little after three, so he had slept for about an hour and a half. He looked around at the lovely little bungalow he was going to be sleeping alone in.

  He thought about how nice it would be to have someone to share this with, to wake up in the morning and wrap his arms around. There was no shortage of willing females, but he discovered that they were in love with his cock and not his heart. Oh well, when the time is right, it will come. Joe always believed in fate, and that he would find true love when he least expected it. He felt very strongly about that, but it was for later.

  He went to the window and opened the curtains. Bright sunlight flooded the room. He slid open the glass door and stepped outside. He found himself staring out at the ocean again, with its amazing ebb and flow. He heard the high-pitched laughter again, and turned his glance to the two young women in a loving embrace. He stared at them in awe, the tall, solid brunette and the delicate blonde. They stood passionately kissing, and even though he could not see their faces, he couldn't take his gaze away.

  He found the scene highly erotic and felt the beginnings of an erection. Two women together were absolutely hot. Suddenly there was no more ocean and he focused completely on the romantic encounter he was spying on. Yes, this was sexy, very sexy. Suddenly, a big muscle guy came out the door, with his shirtless back to Joe, and said something to them. They stopped what they were doing, much to Joe's disappointment.

  He watched as the three of them disappeared inside. The sight of two beautiful women kissing was the fantasy of just about every guy Joe knew and he was no exception. Thinking of the softness of the female skin and the smooth female lips, made Joe's cock rise to a full-blown hard-on. He decided to go inside and do something about it.

  At first he was tempted to call Cindy, the waitress who was kind enough to show him his bungalow personally. She would be more than willing to show him more, but Joe decided against it. By the time he got a hold of her, he probably wouldn't be horny anymore.

  He stepped into the bathroom, switched on the light, and turned on the shower. He stood in front of the mirror as he removed his clothing. His beautiful male body was covered with just the right amount of golden chest hair. His broad shoulders only accentuated his statue-like grace. He turned the water to as hot as it would go, and the bathroom filled with steam.

  He stepped inside the hot shower. His hard cock was throbbing, and as he reached down to touch himself, he let out an excited moan. He ran his clenched hand up and down the shaft of his exceptionally massive member, feeling close to climax under the steaming water. His cock was huge, about nine inches in length, and three inches in width. Plus, he knew exactly what to do with it, exactly how to move to bring the woman out of a woman. He never left a lady unsatisfied.

  As his movements got quicker, so did his deep pants and heavy breathing. When he came, he let out a loud wail that was half stress relief, half ecstasy. He was sure the neighbors next door could hear. They were the ones responsible for this in the first place. He was drenched in his sweat, which was being washed away by the shower's powerful stream. He simply stood in wonderful contentment.

  He found his thoughts traveling back to his Miss Right. He wished that his orgasm was due to making love to somebody he was in love with. He had never experienced that. He had girlfriends, but not any that he had deep feelings for. He grabbed the soap, began to lather his exquisite body, and wondered what the evening had in store for him. He felt the heat of the water, droplets falling and rolling off of him and down the drain. He felt pretty good, relaxed and a little hungry. He was glad that dinner would be soon. He turned the shower off, and it stopped with a drip and a gurgle. He snatched a huge, fluffy towel from a shelf and began to dry himself.

  He thought about his father, and how he wanted Joe to report to their room by four-thirty, even though dinner was not until seven. He figured that he was to meet some aunts, uncles, and other people like that. Naked, he walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He smiled to himself and began to fantasize. Wouldn't it be funny if he fell in love this weekend? If ‘she’ was going to be here. What a funny thought. Yet, it was only a weekend, and weekends were too short for that.

  The blaring ring of the telephone quickly roused Joe back into reality. He picked up the receiver and rubbed his eyes, his brain still a little clouded.

  "Joe? Joseph?” His father's booming voice was jarring.

  "Yeah, Dad?"

  John continued his orders. “At four-thirty, you will meet your mother and me in our suite. We are going to meet your Uncle Stephen and your two cousins for drinks. I have not seen my brother and his family in ten years, so this is a special occasion for me. Please dress suitably."

  "No problem, Dad.” Joe answered.

  "Also, your Aunt Allison, Uncle Patrick and cousins will be joining us as well, so be on your best behavior. See you in one hour, right, son?” John continued.

  "Sure thing."

  "All right, Joseph, see you soon.” John hung up. Joe was used to the way his father barked out abrupt commands at him. He learned the best way to handle his authoritative father was just to deal with it. He was gaining financial independence, and was not reliant of them for college tuition money anymore.

  Sometimes he wished he had just a normal, everyday guy for a father, not somebody so rich and powerful. His father freaked out when Joe told him that he wanted to study filmmaking at N.Y.U. rather than pre-law.

  "That's ridiculous! I am spending all this money to send you to the greatest university in the world. You want to waste your time doing some movie nonsense?” John had screamed at him. He wanted his son to be a lawyer, just like his father before him, and his father before him. Joe explained that law was not for him, that he was more of a creative, artistic type. He told his father that N.Y.U. Film School was the best in the country, and that movie-making had been his dream since he was twelve.

  After many heated arguments, and Joe convincing his father that the film business was just as respectable as law, John reluctantly allowed his son to change majors. John, having many clients in the movie business, was secretly fascinated with the aesthetic film industry, and knew his intelligent son would do quite well. Joe excitedly transferred all his credits to the world famous Tisch School of the Arts, and began to study his new craft with zest.

  After John saw some of Joe's work, his award-winning student thesis film called The Brick Wall, about a teenage, runaway prostitute, John was finally convinced that his son had talent. John worked like a beaver to hook Joe up with as many people in the industry that he knew. Everybody that came in contact with the mesmerizing young man knew immediately that he would go very far. Even John himself, deep down inside, knew that.

  Beautiful Joe sighed, stood up, went to his duffle bag to unpack and find so
mething to wear to the extravaganza. He knew if he didn't look exactly right, his father would disapprove, and he was too tired to deal with him. He removed his wrinkled clothes, his iron, and began to select his outfit. Jeans will do, and a simple polo shirt and tie. It wasn't like he was eating dinner at Le Dome or anything. Maybe his cousins would be cool and he could hang out with them. He quickly got dressed for dinner.

  CHAPTER 2

  The shabby, brown, pick-up truck zoomed westbound on the Ten Freeway, lost somewhere in the middle of the barren California desert. Donnie McCoy had never driven west of Mississippi in all of his forty years, he was disoriented. He wanted to be on time for this family reunion, especially to see his long lost brother-in-law, Stephen.

  Stephen had been married to Donnie's big sister, whom Donnie had never been particularly close to. They had stopped being on good terms when Donnie went to prison. Unfortunately, his sister died before they could reconcile. He didn't really care—his sister was a stuck-up bitch anyway. He just wanted to see Stephen. They had a score to settle, and Donnie had been waiting to see him for over a year. Stephen was not expecting to see him, Donnie knew that. He snickered to himself when he thought of the surprised look Stephen would have when he'd see him. It was what kept Donnie from going nuts all this time.

  One month earlier, Donnie had been sent a letter from a man in Philadelphia named Andrew Bell, that told him about the reunion he had been invited to. Some rich guy from Beverly Hills was apparently the big head honcho of the whole shindig. They were all going to stay at some fancy hotel by the ocean. Donnie had some money saved, and figured now was the perfect time to confront his asshole brother-in-law.

  He had managed to borrow some money from his boss, sell one of his tractors, and drain his savings account so he could pay for this trip. He was even able to get a few days off from his agricultural job of tending to livestock so he could make the journey to California. This weekend was very important to Donnie. He had been waiting for it for a long time. He had never been to a fancy hotel before, but he knew that this weekend was going to be worth it.

  Asleep in the seat beside him was his wife of six months, Shelly, and his sixteen-year-old daughter, Lilly. They began their journey three days ago from Blue Mountain, Mississippi, a tiny rural community about two hours south of Jackson. None had ever set foot inside a big city before, and they were all very anxious to get there. Shelly talked endlessly about all the new clothes she wanted to buy, and Lilly talked only about the beach and getting a suntan.

  Donnie shot a quick glance over at Lilly, all curled up and sleeping like a cat. He reached over and touched her leg. She squirmed and opened her eyes.

  Lilly was so thankful that her stepmother was there with them, it was not just her and her father. When Lilly's real mother died she was six, it was just she and Donnie for ten years. When he remarried, she was so happy that there was somebody else in the picture to take her father's relentless and sometimes volatile attention away. Shelly, only twenty, was more like a sister than a stepmom, and the two of them did have a special bond, which was cowering together in a corner when Donnie went on one of his violent, drunken tirades.

  None of them was very educated, and could not read or write very well. Because of this, they read the map incorrectly and now were lost in the desolate region of the state. Donnie swore loudly as he read the California State map. Having no idea where he was, he decided to pull over to the side of the road. Lilly opened the door and took a little walk, to stretch her long legs a little bit. She had never seen a giant cactus before, and Donnie was concerned because he had heard stories about the Indians out West who shoot people who passed through their land.

  "Hey, be careful girl!” Donnie shouted. Lilly just nodded. He went back to the map and frowned. They were heading for the wrong city, right into Los Angeles. The city they were supposed to go to, Linda Bella, was north of Santa Barbara. They had to change freeways and head north immediately. At the rate they were going, they'd miss the dinner party. Boy, Donnie thought, the West sure is a confusing place—all the highways and cities. He was so glad that his home state of Mississippi was so simple. If he sped, he might be able to make it up to Linda Bella by midnight, maybe sooner. He glanced up from the map and looked at Lilly, the wind blowing her long, blonde hair. Even though she was his daughter, she was still a woman, and all women were whores and must be destroyed. Women were his downfall, and always got him in trouble. With her svelte figure and angelic face, she was already dangerous material. He was determined to set her straight before she hurt any man.

  Lilly stared out at the immense desert, a sight that was new to her Mississippi eyes. She looked out at the endless miles of dirty, yellowish sand, the rolling tumbleweeds, and the assorted desert plant life. She saw on television that it was a scary, violent place, with riots and earthquakes. She was nervous about meeting the big city people and hoped that they were going to be nice. California was a huge enigma to her. She knew it was the place where movie stars and famous people lived.

  Lilly was just as excited as she was anxious, and looked forward to the adventure. She squatted down to grab a handful of the desert sand and watched it drop in between her fingers in little granular rivers. She hoped her father would behave himself, but that was wishful thinking. She knew he was going to get drunk and cause a scene, he always did. As her mind began to drift off, the loud honking of the car horn caused her to quickly stand, and run to the car. Her father glared his disapproval at her as she opened the door and got in. She forced a smile back. Dirty looks were the least of what her father did to her. Just then Shelly sat up, yawned and looked awkwardly around.

  "Hey, what are we stopped for?” she asked. Her heavy, southern accent was even more pronounced with her sleepiness.

  "We're lost, stupid!” Donnie snapped.

  "Shit!” Shelly exclaimed.

  Donnie smacked her across the face. “You know women ain't supposed to cuss,” he barked.

  "I'm sorry, sweetie. It’ won't happen again, promise.” Shelly cried, holding her cheek. Lilly just remained silent. Her father hastily folded the map and reached over to squeeze Lilly's leg.

  "We're gonna have a real good time, sugarplum. A real good time.” Donnie sneered at his daughter. Lilly didn't dare push his hand off her thigh, as much as she wanted to. She knew what would happen if she did that. Donnie grinned as he started up the car, licked his lips, and kissed Shelly on the cheek. He shifted the car into gear, and the three of them took off in a northwest direction.

  * * * *

  Paul relaxed on his assigned couch of the bungalow, leafing through the manila envelope that his father had given him. Angela was in the shower, and Beverly dozed on the bed. Paul was amazed at how organized this whole thing was,—places to be at certain times and such. The whole thing seemed pretty silly—introductory dinner at seven, introductory dance at eight, and introductory bingo and poker games at nine thirty. ‘Introductory bingo'—Paul felt pretty confident that he'd be missing that one.

  Tomorrow morning would start early, breakfast at eight, then assorted beach activities that sounded more interesting—surfing, scuba diving, deep-sea fishing and water skiing. That was more his speed. Somehow this felt a little like glorified summer camp. Why not just let everybody mingle and do his or her own thing? That's what he was going to do, schedule or no schedule.

  Being a jock to the core, he was looking forward to the surfing, swimming, and the hiking there was to do. He was good at all of those things and looked forward to doing them. Maybe he would find a cool cousin who had the same interests and do a little male bonding. Maybe he would meet a cute girl who was not his cousin, and do a little bonding in that sense. He smiled to himself. This amusing little adventure could turn out to be fun after all, just as long as his mom didn't force him to play bingo.

  He heard the shower turn off, and Angela humming softly to herself as she was drying her body with a towel, or at least that's what he assumed she was doing. He briefly t
hought about stripping naked and barging in on her, knowing that she would have no reaction whatsoever, unlike most of the females that he came into contact with. He was slightly in awe of her, his sister's lesbian lover, and knew that she was not a lady to be fucked with. He knew she could take care of Beverly just as well, if not better, than any man.

  The bathroom door opened, and Angela stepped out, wrapped in a towel. Paul whistled, and she just laughed. “Come get me, baby.” Paul kidded, throwing a pillow at her.

  "You wish.” Angela smirked, pulling a hair dryer out of her bag.

  "Shhh, you'll wake up Bev.” Paul whispered.

  "I'm awake now you guys.” Beverly stretched and yawned loudly.

  Paul jumped in. “Guess what, they have bingo tonight at nine thirty."

  "Oh, boy, can't wait.” Angela said over her shoulder as she was hanging her clothes in the closet.

  "What are we gonna do after dinner tonight you guys, I mean what's there to do here?” Beverly asked her younger brother.

  "You're asking me?” Paul got up to take his turn in the shower, and started to remove his clothes. “Maybe cousin Joey has his private airplane here, and he can fly us all to Maui.” he bantered.

  "Or at best he's cool, and knows something we can all do.” Beverly pondered. She ran her hands through her shoulder-length, blonde hair and reached for a cigarette. Angela frowned at her.

  Angela didn't like her lover to smoke. “Seven minutes off your life.” Angela playfully wagged a finger at her.

  "I'm only having one; I'm totally stressed.” Beverly took a deep puff and exhaled slowly.

  "Hey, a weekend with Allison would stress me out too. I don't see how your dad can deal.” Angela shook her head as she unzipped her suitcase. Beverly just stared out the window.

  "Well, right now I'm hitting the shower.” Paul removed the rest of his clothing and pounced unnoticed into the bathroom and shut the door. Beverly continued to vegetate out on the bed.