Island Fever 5: Family - Chapter 01
Date: 5/21/2017, Categories: Diary, Oral Sex / Blowjob, BDSM, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Lesbian, Group Sex, Incest, Group Sex, Pregnant, Spanking, Group Sex, Voyeur, Wife / MILF, Author: JeremyDCP, Source: sexstories.com
[[[-IF5-P1.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 5: Family Written by: JeremyDCP M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a sequel to "Island Fever", "Island Fever 2: Eternity", "Island Fever 3: Matrimony" and "Island Fever 4: Paradise". In order to fully understand this story and the unique situation that its cast of characters find themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with the previous four stories and their respective plot lines. In other words, if you are not familiar with this particular universe, please do not attempt to even bother reading this. All four prior stories can be found on this website. Many readers have requested another sequel, so here is a quick check into the current lives of Jeremy and his six wives (and one fiancee). I hope you enjoy reading it as much I did writing it. Chapter 01: "Octadic" ------------------------------------------- -*- Wednesday, March 2, 2016 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- "It's hard for me to do anything right now because all I really want to do is just eat some ice cream." "There's nothing wrong with that," I told Scarlett, already having stood up from the small table for two in our kitchen and then motioning toward the freezer with my head. "Any particular flavor you prefer at the moment?" Scarlett exhaled sharply, momentarily blowing the strands of yellow, sunrise-gold hair upon her forehead skyward. She seemed to ponder my question for an instant or two. "Didn't ... Amy make some _krokan_ the other night? If there's any left, I'll have that." Wanting to appease my fiancee, whom I was going to marry just ten short days from now, I hurried over to the nearby freezer and found a plastic tub full of tempting, ooey-gooey _krokan_ inside. Four egg yolks mixed with sugar, milk, vanilla ice cream, butter, almonds, hazelnuts and _snøfrisk_ (Norwegian spreadable goat cheese), krokan was absolutely delicious! Due to the fact I had become so very accustomed to this homemade delight over the past several months, it would now be impossible for me to ever go back to any store bought ice cream. Amy, one of my six beloved brides, made a fresh batch for our family about once every two weeks. "Thank you, Jeremy," Scarlett smiled, nodding once, when I returned and offered her a small bowl of the Scandinavian ice cream. She took a single bite, then groaned in pleasure and raised her spoon at me in punctuation. "Hmmmmm... krokan." Grinning myself, I took a seat at the table across from Scarlett and studied her. A truly radiant, beautiful woman, Scarlett's hair was down and fell just past her shoulders in those fruity layers from the shampoo commercials. Her denim jeans had a singular rip across her front thigh, clearly by design, and her orange top had similar rips perpendicular from the shoulder seam. The effect was the briefest, most fleeting glimpse of luscious skin underneath. It was complete look that most women, no doubt, could not pull off, but Scarlett ...