Chapter 18
After closing the door to his bedroom, leaving his girls to sleep, Paul moved into the cockpit to look for Strand.
"So, what happened?" Paul asked, seeing Strand and Daniel already in there.
"We don't know," Strand said, stressed about it. "We don't know, and we are in the middle of nowhere."
"Alright. Let's think about it," Paul said, not asking Daniel if he knew what the problem was, because if he were a mechanic he would have put up a shop instead of a barbershop.
"A yacht is like any other shit that has a problem," Paul said, then thought about it for a moment. "We need to start discarding the possible problems. Like when you try to assemble a PC and you fuck up midway when it doesn't start. Or has a problem not starting when it was working fine a moment ago."
"So, we do that. Let's start looking for the problem and discarding what is fine or couldn't be the problem." Paul said. "At least we have surplus food and water for a while."
"Good thinking, young man," Daniel says a little more at ease than just a moment ago.
"Fine. Where do we start looking." Strand inquired, also a little more hopeful than just a moment ago.
"Alright. My initial thought when the yacht stopped was the engine or the propellers." Paul says, we should start looking from them.
"Try starting the boat, let's take a look at what it does." Paul put forward his thinking.
Strand raised an eyebrow at those words, but still tried to start the yacht. It started and worked fine for a moment before it shut down again.
"The engine seems to be the cause? Or maybe a problem with other subsystems," Paul says thoughtfully. "Dammit. If we had Travis here still alive, we would have known what is happening. He knew a little about mechanics."
"We don't have him, so we need to make it work. Fast. We need to move to a meeting location before my contact leaves us with no help to cross the border into Mexico." Strand says, tense about that.
"Well, we are fucked up then." Paul shrugs. "Do you have some manual or design of this yacht?"
"There is a manual about how things work. Let me look for it." Strand looked like he got illuminated when he remembered the manual that could help solve the problem.
Strand searched for a while and pulled out a big-ass book and put it on the table.
"We have the engine plans and the systems in the boat." Daniel says, pointing to a page. "How do we start discarding now?"
"Let's try the method of what is evident. We go into the engine room and start looking for problems that are present just by looking at it." Paul said forwarding another idea.
They moved into the engine room and started searching for malfunctions using the manual, while also inspecting for possible problems that were in sight.
"What is this thing?" Paul asked, pointing at what looked like a water filter, because they had one in their house. He couldn't drink tap water without filtering it first; it tasted awful. "It's full of shit at first sight."
"Uh. Uhm. Here, it's the water cooling system for the engine," Strand says as he reads the manual and looks around to check he is on point. "It says that seawater is what's cooling the engines. No water, the engines overheat."
"Nice. We have a strong guess now." Paul says about the prospect of this lead. "But this water is murky and looks weird. If it is the seawater cooling the engine, why does it have that weird aspect?"
"There is a problem on it." Paul says while thinking.
"Yes, that must be the problem," Strand says like having an epiphany. "The yacht started and worked fine for a moment before shutting down."
"It's because it isn't being cooled properly," Strand says almost sure of that.
"OK. Let's take a look at the cooling system pathway." Paul says.
After a while of studying the manual, they pretty much come to one conclusion: something must be blocking the water intake, making it have that weird looking shit aspect.
"We need to pull whatever is blocking it and let's get the hell out of here." Strand says then looks to Daniel and Paul as if looking to the muscle who will do it. "We got to get under the boat to find out what it is. The intake starts there in its opening."
It was at that moment that his mother came and embraced his waist and Paul hers. Then they started talking about what they discovered so far.
"The sun comes up in a few hours," Madison says already seeing the one capable of being sent being her son.
"I'm not inclined to wait around for someone with a .50 caliber machine gun to roll up on us." Strand starts talking about a few things, while true, it makes him an ass. "Besides, we have a tight itinerary. We need to meet with my contact on time before he leaves without us into Mexico."
"It's pitch-dark. We don't know what's down there." Madison still was firm, not wanting her man to go there in the dark.
"We can shine a light," Strand says like an ass.
"Should I get you some flippers? You going for a swim?" Madison angrily says to him.
"The longer we wait, the bigger the risk." Daniel tries to calm both of them down while also shining truth in the matter.
"I'll do it. Seeing you two guys talking but not intending to move, what a pair of nasty cunning guys." Paul says that, but was with a smile. He already knew he would be the one to go down there.
"No, my love, it's not smart. It's not safe. It's not how we decide things." Madison says while embracing him.
"I think your man just decided," Strand says satisfied with the end of the matter.
"Paul, wait until daybreak." Madison still made it as if she hadn't heard him.
"It's alright Mom. I will be careful." Paul says as he kisses his mother on her lips. "Strand, give me the damn gear to go underwater."
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*Splash*
Paul couldn't see anything more than barely a few meters ahead of what was in front of his face, thanks to the flashlight in this darkness all around.
Following alongside the hull, he got where the intake was supposed to be. He came to find a walker still moving stuck in there with his whole arm inside the intake hole.
Not having anything to kill it, and using the opportunity that he was stuck with his back to him, he grabbed his neck and pulled his head from his body directly in a gruesome display. But there was still the problem of cleaning the rest; not wanting to do that job right away, he went up.
Madison and the others seeing him show up at the surface started inquiring.
"Paul, are you fine?" Madison was worried about her son.
"So, what's the problem down there?" Strand asked quickly.
"This was the problem." Paul sends to their feet the still-moving head of the walker. "He was stuck blocking the intake. His body is still there. I will go back and pull him out and clean that shit."
Daniel goes with a knife and puts it into the head, making it stop.
"Give me the knife. I will go down there and remove the rest of the body." Paul says to Daniel.
Daniel kneels beside the boarding platform and gives him the knife, just in case he doesn't take it and sinks like the Titanic.
Paul had the knife in hand just in case there were more walkers, which he doubted because they moved long ago probably from where this guy got stuck in the intake. But there was no problem with taking extra precautions.
He did the same move in the darkness, moving alongside the hull until he saw again the body stuck in there. With a little force, he removed partially it, pulling out all but his elbow and the rest stuck in there. He kicked the body away from where he was, and started 'carefully' pulling the rest of what was left from the arm in there.
After a moment of moving it around until he pulled it off, he ended up with half an arm from the elbow to the wrist, missing his hand. He thought that maybe it was in the system path because he didn't touch or see anything in the entrance anymore.
So, leaving with the half arm in hand, he got up again. "I removed the body completely and the intake entrance is clean, but we have a problem. The hand of this thing is missing. It must be in some place of the cooling path blocking it." Paul says then, after they saw it, he drops the severed half-arm of the walker far away from them.
Paul then boards the yacht again. His mother comes beside him and kisses his lips, relieved that he was back.
"Someone needs to pump the sludge out and see if the filtration system is working fine," Strand says as he looks at Daniel, who was not fast in offering to help, so he looks at Paul because he also was of the same mind as Daniel.
"What a lazy pair of son of a bitches." Paul says as he enjoys his mother's body. "I will do it in a moment."
"Good. We need the boat moving. You already know why." Strand says and leaves with Daniel also following suit.
Paul instead stayed with his mother who helped him remove the things on him in the bathroom. He also took a shower while on it and enjoyed again his mother's body thoroughly as he pumped his load inside her, resuming where they left off before the yacht stopped.
"Son, you are insatiable, my love," Madison said as she rested on him after he filled her pussy again to the brim.
"Your body is a temptation I can't resist, Mom. Being near you, I have the impulse to be inside you." Paul says as he plays with her tits while her puffy and ravaged pussy is dripping his cum and her juices. "Inside your lewd and tight little pussy."
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Daytime on the deck - 10:00 AM
A few hours later
Paul headed into the bathroom after working all morning cleaning that damn system. He was already finished with it. As he removed a part, his hand found something in the pipe path - the fucking hand was there, stuck around shit, blocking the seawater pathway.
He removed the filter-looking thing, allowing it to drain all the shit from that portion of the path.
After cleaning everything he could, he put all the parts back in their proper places. All that remained was to try starting the engine and see if there were still any issues.
Paul moved into the bathroom and started taking a shower, cleaning himself. As he was showering, two pairs of sisters slipped in there. Paul raised an eyebrow at the girls, smiling mischievously at them.
"Well, well. I can see two beautiful ladies who look a bit lost. Did you two lose your way, perhaps?" Paul said with a playful smile.
"We're right where we want to be," Andrea smiles as she approaches him, touching his naked body. "Hi, handsome."
"Good day, love," Paul says and takes Andrea's hand, pulling her closer to him. He wets her and kisses her lips.
"And hello to you too. Beautiful." Paul says, smiling at Amy, who blushes at him. "Come on, baby. Get closer so I can say hi to my beautiful baby girl."
Amy blushed furiously at how he teased her with love in his words. Quickly she moved closer to him as Paul took her into his embrace, kissing her as she relaxed in his arms.
"Such a good girl, Amy. You are beautiful," Paul says as he keeps kissing her. "And you too, love. Come here." He said as he grabbed Andrea and pulled her closer, starting to kiss her while touching her big tits.
"Just to be clear, girls, do you want to be in a relationship with me? Or is this just about sex?" Paul asked them while raising an eyebrow. But he already knew the answer, just by looking at them.
"Nooo!! We want to be yours, only yours," Amy says hastily as she kisses him while embracing him. "I'm yours, Paul."
"Me too, Paul. You are my man." Andrea says as she also embraces him and kisses his lips. With her naughty hand, she makes her way into his cock. "Our man."
Paul smiles wickedly, grabbing Amy's face and kissing her passionately while his hand moves down Andrea's body to caress her breasts. "Well then, girls... if you want to belong to me, you need to prove yourselves... and I need to see how well you please your man... now strip, you both."
The two sisters eagerly undress before Paul's eyes, their naked bodies on full display. Andrea's plump tits jiggle as she unhooks her bra, nipples stiffening with anticipation. Amy shyly reveals her beautiful form, her perky breasts, and her enticing pink pussy.
"Mmmm, my two naughty girls," Paul growls, grabbing each by the ass and pulling them close for a heated three-way kiss. Tongues wrestle and hands explore, Andrea rubbing her breasts against Paul while Amy grinds against his hardening cock.
Paul guides Andrea to her knees and thrusts his rock hard member between her lips. She hungrily sucks him off, swirling her tongue along the thick shaft and caressing the swollen tip. "That's it, baby. Show me how much you want your man."
Amy pouts jealously until Paul pulls her close for another sloppy makeout, his hands squeezing and kneading her nice breasts. Andrea takes her mouth away with a lewd slurping noise and swats Amy's ass. "Your turn, sis. Put those lips to good use while I enjoy our man."
Eagerly Amy takes her sister's place, slobbering all over Paul's slick cock while pumping her fist up and down. Paul's head falls back as she deep throats him like a pro, his fingers tangling in her hair. Andrea stands up and whispers in his ear, "I want my turn now."
She positions herself in the shower spray, facing away from Paul with her hands braced on the wall. Paul slams into her pussy without hesitation, a lewd squelch echoing off the tile as he takes her roughly from behind.
"FUCK YES, JUST LIKE THAT," Andrea cries out, pushing back to meet every powerful thrust. "You own my pussy, Paul!"
Amy watches enviously, fingering her dripping slit while she sucks and licks Paul's balls. Paul reaches around with one hand to rub Andrea's clit while pounding her cervix.
"I'M GOING TO CUM!" she wails, her whole body trembling. "Fucking claim my pussy! FILL IT UP!"
With a loud groan, Paul buries himself balls deep inside her quivering cunt, releasing wave after wave of thick cum. She milks him for every drop as she cums around him, both moaning shamelessly.
"God, that felt incredible," Andrea pants as she slumps back against Paul, feeling the sticky fluid ooze out of her stuffed pussy.
"You've got me all riled up," Amy whines, spreading her lips open. "Please fuck me, too! Give me what she just had!"
Paul smirked darkly and pulled out of Andrea's still spasming cunt. A gush of cum and juices splashed to the ground as her hole gaped. "Don't worry baby, your turn is next," he promised, smacking Amy's ass hard enough to leave a handprint. Amy yelped with delight at the rough treatment.
Andrea pushed her sister forward towards Paul. "Go on, Amy," she coaxed, "Our man's cock will satisfy you too, just as it did with me."
Paul grabbed Amy and spun her around to face him, mashing his mouth against hers in a deep kiss. Their tongues swirled and dueled as his fingers plunged into her wet, puffy slit. She was practically drooling all over herself.
He bent Amy over so that her ass was sticking up obscenely and entered her in one powerful thrust. Her body quivered from the force, and a cry of rapture left her lips as she felt completely impaled.
Paul wasted no time in setting a brutal tempo, his powerful thrusts driving into Amy's smaller frame with enough force to make their wet bodies collide with a lewd, rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Desperate to hold on, Amy's fingers scrabbled against the wall, clawing for any semblance of stability as he relentlessly took her, claiming her completely.
"Yes! Just like that, baby!" she screamed, feeling each thrust deep in her guts. Her pussy walls clenched greedily around Paul's cock as she neared orgasm already.
"I love when you fuck her, it makes me so wet!" Andrea whimpered, her own fingers playing over her sensitive folds as she watched. The scene was too arousing for her to keep still.
Paul grunted in response, feeling himself reaching the edge. He grabbed a fistful of Amy's hair to arch her back further as he pummeled her cervix without mercy. Their sexes slapped together with the obscenity of their wet clapping sound and the squishing of the leftover cum from Andrea still coating Amy's walls.
"I'M CUMMING!" Amy screamed as her pussy spasmed erratically on Paul's invading cock. Her whole body shook violently and she squirted hard around him.
Paul's cock jerked inside her as his thick load began gushing out in massive bursts. Amy moaned as she took his hot load deep within her womb. She'd been well and thoroughly fucked.
With a satisfied sigh, Paul pulled out of Amy's used and puffy slit, letting their mingled fluids flow freely out and splash on the floor. Her hole was left gaping, cum and pussy juices drooling out in a steady dribble. Both girls collapsed together in a messy pile, spent but satisfied.
"How's your pussy?" Paul asked Amy teasingly, slapping her puffy folds.
"Mmmm," was the only answer Amy could manage before drifting off in a blissful afterglow.
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11:10 AM
Content after showering, having just had sex with both sisters, Paul appeared with them in his embrace as they walked onto the main deck. His girls, Alicia and Claire, already knew it was only a matter of time before Paul took the pair of sisters, having already slept with them both just the previous night. So they were unsurprised by this development. In fact, they liked that, because the girls were already friends and quite close. During this time, they got to know each other well, so they had no problem with it.
"Brother," Alicia and Claire said in unison as Andrea and Amy left his embrace so that they could take him. Paul kissed his girls for a moment as he became intimate with them. His mother also came and kissed him affectionately.
After a brief moment, they all became comfortable in the lounge area. "Mom? Mom, Paul, look at that," Alicia said from within her brother's embrace, pointing off in the distance.
"Alicia, don't scream in your brother's ear," Madison chided her gently. Madison also looked at the island situated just off in the distance.
"How is it, Paul? Can we start the yacht and set sail?" Strand inquired while holding a pair of fishing rods, seemingly unconcerned about the island.
"Jesus, seriously? Let my brother take a breath; he worked on that thing all morning," Alicia retorted, not liking how they were leaving all the work to Paul.
"It's alright, love," Paul reassured his fiery twin sister, kissing her affectionately. "I did all I could. I think we are ready. All you need to do is start the yacht to see what happens."
"I will get to it right now," Strand agreed happily, setting the fishing rods against the wall and moving into the cockpit.
"Are the fish biting?" Paul asked Nick curiously.
"We'll soon find out if they're biting or not; I put a line with three hooks," Nick replied, sending the line far out into the water.
"Do you see it?" Chris inquired, coming up with a pair of binoculars from the sun deck along with a rosy-cheeked Liza. "There are a lot of suitcases on that island."
Paul looked at Liza's flushed face and raised an eyebrow. 'That guy is moving again.' he thought. 'It seems to be making him more confident.'
"Holy shit. Where did that wash up from?" Madison exclaimed, taking the binoculars from Chris.
"Maybe we could go there for things we need," Chris suggested to the group.
Liza shook her head. "No, Chris. There is no need to go there. We have plenty of food and water. What could we possibly need?"
"I've been watching," Chris persisted. "There's no one there, no walkers. All that stuff is just lying there, abandoned." He gestured towards the island. "We could make use of the clothes in those luggage."
Madison peered through the binoculars and pointed out, "There are walkers in the water."
Just then, the yacht's engine sputtered back to life, power returning to the vessel.
"We're not going to swim," Alicia chided, wanting to explore the island herself but not so keen on it anymore, given the yacht's restored power.
"It's like a yard sale," Nick remarked. "I'll go if we decide to go."
"Nice, guys. I'm with you," Chris said, now the one championing the idea of visiting the island.
"Me too. I want to touch land," Claire said, kissing Paul's neck softly to soothe him into letting them go.
Liza interjected. "Wait. It's dangerous to go there. We can only see a part of the island from here. We don't know what lurks beyond our line of sight."
"It could be useful. We need a few more supplies too," Andrea argued, eager to scavenge on the island.
"Yes, we don't have some personal care items," Amy added shyly, glancing at Paul.
Madison tried to stop them all from venturing to the island. "Anything could happen to you..." She trailed off, clearly worried.
"Anything did happen," Alicia retorted. "We've seen and done things." She followed Claire's lead, cooing softly at her brother to let them go.
"I know," Madison resigned.
"So stop putting us at the kids' table," Alicia jabbed while the iron was still hot.
"She's right, Mom. I want to walk a little on the island, to stretch my legs," Claire chimed in, supporting Alicia.
"I'll watch them." Paul said, conceding to his sisters' antics. "At the first sign of trouble, we leave."
"I'll go too," Liza said at this time. "I need to fetch some clothes as well. I'll take care of them."
"Right, Mom. We need more clothes, more meds, more everything," Nick added, giving them a solid reason to go.
"Valid." Strand appeared, now relaxed and sipping a drink. "The yacht seems to be working again. But just in case, we will wait two hours as the system cleans and we are sure it doesn't shut down again."
"You can go there within that timeframe and return," Strand says as he puts on his sunglasses.
"So we go while the engine's cooling system cleans itself, get what we can, and come back straight away," Nick outlined the plan.
"We're going to shore then," Chris declared, seeing that they would go.
"Yeah, hold on." Madison sat on her son's lap. "I'll go too, to watch you all."
"The girl is right. You are wasting time. If anything goes wrong, come back quickly." Daniel says, having no intention of going to the island, as he doesn't need anything from it.
"We will need to do two trips. We are too many for the Zodiac," Paul realized suddenly. "Also, we need to go armed, just in case of problems. As Liza said, we can't see the entire island. And there are walkers in the water."
"No, you don't," Strand said, pointing to an inflatable boat. "There's a dinghy, but you need to inflate it."
"Okay, we get in, get out, look for sealed pills, clothes, shoes. If you see them, get them," Liza instructed.
"It's on the list." Ofelia handed Nick a piece of paper. "Hey, if you see anything that's not completely awful."
"I got you," Nick said, taking the list from her hands.
"Liza, I can't do geriatric chic," Ofelia said, a bit embarrassed.
"What's wrong with geriatric chic?" Nick asked, confused.
"No idea," Paul shrugged.
"Relax. I got you, dear," Liza reassured Ofelia knowingly.
In the meantime, Paul armed his mother and himself with M4A1s, Alicia with an MP5, and Claire with an AR-15. They each took a couple of extra magazines. Liza was using a Beretta she took from the base, while Nick also had a pistol, as did Andrea, though she needed more practice with it.
He left the others on the yacht, the Mamba, and one M4A1, just in case.
Paul then sat in the new boat that would be towed by the Zodiac with the girls.
"What are you going to look for, Amy?" Paul asked, embracing her with one arm and Alicia with the other.
Amy smiled at him, her big doe eyes sparkling. "I'm not sure, Paul. Some clean clothes would be nice, and a new shirt if possible. I've grown tired of using this one." She snuggled against his body and kissed his lips softly.
"I'm hoping to find a new pair of panties, if you catch my drift," Andrea said playfully, flirting with Paul.
"Andrea!" Claire laughed. "Don't be so lewd."
"Oh come on, Claire. You're not as prudish as you make yourself out to be. I know you're the naughtiest of us all," Andrea winked at her.
"I'm still waiting for my dear sisters to put on a show for me, showing off the items I brought them last time," Paul says, his voice tinged with annoyance, yet a smirk plays on his lips. "I'll be keeping an eye on that, maybe some hot lingerie for you to feast my eyes on before Alicia and Claire do."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?" Amy asked coyly, cupping his face and making him look at her.
"I most certainly would, baby girl," Paul replied, kissing her deeply.
"Oh. Don't be like that, Paul," Alicia said, also cupping his face for a wet, passionate kiss. "You never ask, you just want to get inside us straight away. You can't wait a moment to do it."
"Alicia's right. Every time you strip us naked in the blink of an eye, how do you expect us to put on a show like that?" Claire rolled her eyes.
Paul smiled, knowing his girls were right. He didn't argue.
"So Andrea and Amy, are you with our brother too now, or what? Given how much closer you are to him now, not just a casual cleaning of your pipes," Claire asked, looking at the pair of sisters with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, we love him too," Amy said, embracing Paul even more tightly, not wanting to let go. "We want to be part of what you have. Finally, he accepted us."
"As my little sister said, we love and want to be with him. We hope it's not a trouble for you girls." Andrea says while sitting in front of them, voicing her own thoughts. "We also like you girls, I mean, as very close friends of course, not in the same way as Paul." Andrea blushes slightly and quickly clarifies her statement.
"Relax, we understand you both," Claire said, smiling at how Andrea blushed. "We like being your friends too. We already saw how you two looked at him for a while now. This was bound to happen at some point and we've already made our minds up about it, so we let it happen last night."
"Your moans in the bathroom were quite loud an hour ago too. You weren't even trying to hide how much you enjoyed being with him," Alicia added from the side, smirking at how the two sisters were getting flustered and aroused.
"I can't control myself with him. It's so good to be with him," Amy said, hiding her face against his neck and kissing it passionately. "I love him so much."
Andrea's eyes lingered on the girls and her little sister. Despite her still blushing cheeks, she relished the sensations coursing through her body as memories of being with Paul filled her mind. The aching need between her thighs reminded her of how completely he had filled her, his cock stretching her in the most delicious way. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as the conversation flowed between them, until the boat finally touched down on the island.
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On the island
"My God," Chris exclaims upon seeing the pair of burned corpses.
"An airplane crash," Paul remarks. "This is part of the fuselage. Who knows where the rest of it is?" The rest of the group comments about the crash.
The situation reminds him of the game 'The Forest.' This makes Paul laugh, noting that while the island and its dangers are a bit different, the introduction is the same.
"Okay, let's be quick. Everyone, where we can see you, fill your bags and come back. Don't wander around," Madison instructs the group.
"Okay," Nick replies and begins walking toward the suitcases.
"If it weren't for all the destruction and the dead, this place would be a nice spot to stop for a few hours," Paul muses, embracing his mother with his left hand on her ass, playing with it. More than coming to loot, he came to pass the time with the girls.
"There's nothing here, just sand and sun," Andrea remarks as she looks around before kneeling beside a suitcase.
"There is," Paul replies a bit conceitedly. "Me and the landscape of course."
"Huh, very funny Paul," Claire rolls her eyes at her brother's stupid antics sometimes.
"I wouldn't mind it," Amy says softly as she opens a suitcase containing women's clothing and other women's cosmetic products along with other things.
"What did you say, Amy? I couldn't hear you, speak up dear," Paul asks while opening a suitcase a little further away with his mother also opening others beside him. In it, he finds a few packs of cigarettes, a pair of sunglasses, and a bottle of Glenfiddich.
"God bless this poor bastard! Girls, I found some good stuff that we can enjoy later. The one I took from Strand died quite a while ago," Paul happily announces, shaking the bottle for them.
"I said that I wouldn't mind it. I mean, being here with you… and the landscape," Amy clarifies, a bit louder now while blushing as she looks into Paul's eyes.
Paul chuckles in the distance, loving how cute Amy is.
"Oh Amy," Claire says dramatically. "Sweet thing. He'd eat you alive if that were the case. Not letting you rest for a moment, he's a different kind of walker."
"Me too, Amy. Me too. I wouldn't mind being with you here," Paul says, putting on the sunglasses while chuckling at what his sister said, knowing she speaks the truth.
"Here, try this," Andrea offers him a dark blue Hawaiian shirt to put on.
"It looks good on you, brother," Alicia comments, touching his chest.
"Handsome as always, my little bro," Claire smiles.
"Why both of you, don't call him by his name but say 'brother' most of the time?" Andrea inquires, curious.
"Because he's our brother, obviously," Alicia says, as if it were an obvious thing to ask.
"And he won't say it, but… He likes it more when we call him 'brother' than his name, intimately. It's a kink of his, it excites him all the time," Claire adds mischievously from the side, getting to the heart of the matter.
"Is that true, Paul?" Amy asks while cutely batting her eyes at him.
"Yeah, but it only does the trick because they're my sisters, blood sisters, not because any woman calls me 'brother'," Paul smirks at that. "It gets me harder when Mom moans calling me 'son'."
Madison, who is with them, blushes at his remark. But inside, she likes it.
"A kink, an incestuous kink," Andrea states confidently. "Well, it was obvious given that you're with your mother and sisters."
"You're damn right, cheers," Paul agrees, proud of that and takes a sip of the whiskey he found.
"After all this time, I'm still trying to figure it out, from what part of the family your liking for our family comes from, Paul," Nick says while looking through the suitcases for something useful. "I mean, I love them. They're my family, and yes, also love you, little brother. But I don't see them in a romantic or sexual way as you."
"Nick," Madison calls, embracing her firstborn. Loving him as much as every one of her children.
"I'm fine, Mom. It was just a remark. I don't feel bad about it," Nick also hugs his mother.
"I don't know, maybe I'm just like you, and this is something I got from Dad," Paul suggests, trying to find a rational explanation. But he knew this was something he carried across from his last life.
"Maybe, I don't know," Nick says, doubting because it wasn't the same or at least that's what he thought.
"Hey, you should be happy that I don't like men," Paul laughs at that.
"Oh, it would be pretty terrifying if that were the case. I can't imagine that picture," Nick shrugs at that, feeling cold.
"Yeah, he'll corrupt you too with his touch. He corrupted me even before we were born," Alicia says jokingly while laughing about it.
"That doesn't count. You're my twin. You're supposed to be similar to me in some things. Maybe my desires are actually yours, and you just passed them to me, Alicia," Paul retorts with a smile.
"And what about Claire?" Nick muses, thinking inside him, 'Yeah, I don't believe it.'
"She's just naughty," Andrea says while snickering.
"I don't know. I didn't like seeing Paul with all those girls fooling around and burning his life in smoke and drink, so I kicked them out and took him for myself," Claire says proudly.
"Hey, I helped too," Alicia adds from the side. As she opens another suitcase.
"Yes, you did, baby sister," Claire says, smiling softly.
Madison felt a bit ashamed and sad about it. Leaving her son, trying to stop it because she didn't know anything better to deal with it, only for him to end up like that. Fortunately, the girls helped, and now they're all together.
"How could I not see it at that time?" Nick says in doubt.
"You saw. You just weren't there," Paul says casually. "You had other priorities to take care of."
"Yeah…" Nick picks a nice sun hat from the suitcase he just opened and puts it on Alicia's head, and she then throws him a pilot shirt.
"All these years never knowing where you were or what you were doing, and now here you are," Alicia says, liking his look with it.
"Looks good on you, Nick," Claire says while smiling widely at her brother.
"Yes, it does," Paul also echoes, smiling.
"You're handsome in that, my big boy," Madison also likes his look.
"I was always there, I was just hungry." Nick smiles to them, his words carrying a melancholic undertone.