I fell in love at 18 years old on May 27th at 6:10 am. It is my first morning at my Uncle Victor's massive estate on the island of St. Lucia. My cousin and best friend in the world bought me a plane ticket to spend my summer in his tropical home. Marten is  2 years older than me. Ever since he was 10 and I was 8, Uncle Victor and Marten would come visit our family in Texas for the summer. Uncle Victor would conduct numerous business meetings all over the United States and Marten would stay with us. Uncle wanted Marten to get a feel for American culture. I loved it since I didn't have any siblings or close friends and Marten loved it because he said his sisters were bitches. We were like two peas in a pod, completely inseparable. Uncle Victor is in the business of exporting bananas from St. lucia to the U.S., he also has investments in the local resorts, but the majority of his staggering wealth comes from illegal drug trade. Two years ago, when Marten turned 18, he started going with Uncle Victor to the company conferences in the United States. Marten would always stay a month after Uncle returned to St.Lucia. We would spend the whole month together like old times. We speak on the phone at least once every 30 days. When my high school graduation arrived, Marten was present. He informed me he would never miss any important milestones in my life. His gift to me is to spend my summer with him in his beautiful Caribbean home.

Our family is American born and raised in Texas. When Uncle Victor went on vacation to St. Lucia at 25 years old, he ended up staying and marrying a native woman. They had three children, one boy, Marten, and two girls, Bianca and Bethany. I'm not sure how Uncle amassed such a huge fortune or how he got invloved in his businesses. I just know when he offered my father, his brother, to be part of it, my dad adamantly refused.

I woke up to the morning song of roosters cock-a-doodling. I looked at my watch which informed me it was 6:09 am. I was excited to be here, so I ran to open the door size stained glass windows. A pleasant breeze blew through the jail style bars on the framework as I took in the surreal scene. Beautiful exotic trees and vibrant colored flowers littered the yard, past this was greenery, it looked like acres upon acres of it. I assumed these were the banana farms. Past the farms, like little specks of blue glitter you could see hints of the ocean. All this was impressive but what held my attention was a figure dressed in loose jeans, flip flops, and bare torso. He was raking the fallen leaves into piles. He turned to face me as if he felt my presence. That was the first time I saw his face and I knew I was in love. I thought to myself, this must be what werewolves feel when they meet their mates. I wanted him, all of him. I had a mystifying urge to bond with him: my mind, my body, and my soul. His dark slanted eyes reflected the same desire. How I wished we were werewolves. He could just come in here, fuck me doggy-style, mark me with a harsh bite to my neck, and claim me as his forever.

Instead, he walked to me with a mischievous smirk.

"Hi there beautiful, I'm Daken." He extended his hand still mesmerizing me with his pitch black eyes.

"HH..Hi." I stammered out. I took his hand in mine. I almost let go when a tinge of pleasurable electrical current coursed through my body. Daken held it tight in his rough weathered hand.

"Gwendolyn, Gwen Parker." He started massaging my palm with his callused thumb. It felt damn good. Daken's eyes roamed down to my perky breast. I looked down and realized I slept in white panties and a thin, white tank top. In my aroused state, my dark nipples were poking through.

"Shit! Sorry!" I was so embarrassed. I disengaged our hands and closed the giant windows abruptly.

So, here I am now, lying in my bed completely mortified. There's a knock on my door.

"I'm coming." I quickly grab a red terry cloth skirt and a black tank top before I open the door.

"Miss Gwen, breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes." It is an older black woman wearing a maid uniform.

"Thank you. What is your name?"

"O. Beatrice." She sounds surprised.

"Well, thank you Ms. Beatrice. It's nice to meet you."Ms. Beatrice appears so confused.

"Yes, Miss Gwen."

I put on some flip flops, except I realize I don't know where to go. I step out of the room and recognize Bianca and Bethany from pictures. I have never met them in person. Bianca is 17 years old and Bethany is 18. Both are gorgeous light skinned black women but have an air of arrogance to them as they turn to observe me. They are dressed in long flowing maxi dresses. Bianca's is a green halter top and Bethany's is a magenta strapless one. They both have exquiste jewelry. Their caked on makeup looks like they are going to a Hollywood award show. Their hair is straighten and falls to their waist. I feel utterly underdressed until I see Marten. I let out a sigh of relief as he comes over to me. He's wearing basketball shorts, white undershirt, and flip flops.

"Good Morning, Gwen." Marten gives me a big hug which I give back.

"Good morning, love." His sisters roll their eyes at us.

"Gwen, these are my sisters Bianca and Bethany. Ladies, I use the term loosely, this is our cousin Gwendolyn." I go to give them a hug despite the disgusted look they are giving me. They stop me with their hands and do air kisses to both cheeks.

"O. Okay."I say." Well, it's nice to finally meet you two."They assess me from head to toe and huff simultaneously.

"At least you will fit in with the help at breakfast." Bethany says and they both laugh. Marten puts his arm around my shoulder.

"Biotches, I told you." I guess I won't be spending too much time with them. They continue their trek ahead of us.

Bianca says."I do not know why father insists on us eating with the help everyday. They are so beneath us. It is embarrassing to have to sit there and converse with them as if they are our equal."

"They ARE equal you ignorant bitches. If it wasn't for them, you two wouldn't have a fucking pot to fucking piss in." Marten retorts and grabs my hand. I am absolutely shocked. I know there are people in the world with my cousin's mentality, I just never thought it would be in my family. Ignorant is certainly right.

We press pass them and head to the outdoor kitchen. The alfresco kitchen is colossal, bigger than any I have ever seen, the dining table can sit about 50 people. It's state of the art shit, stainless steel with modern electronic gadgets.

I'm getting butterflies in my stomach anticipating Daken's apperance.

"Come on Gwen, let me introduce you to some people." Marten presents me to about 30 people. There is no way I'm going to remember everyone.They are uniform coordinated. House and kitchen staff wear traditional white and black uniforms. Outdoor employees are in khaki shorts or pants and either a sleeveless or short sleeve white polo. The polos are embroidered on the left breast with the Parker Inc. emblem which is St. Lucia's flag. A yellow triangle within a larger black triangle with a white border. Daken did not have either uniform. Why? I think to myself. Who is he?

"There's one person I really want you to meet. I know you probably won't remember all these names but you need to make an effort to remember Daken. He's my right hand man. If I'm not with you, he will be." Yes! Yes! Yes! I think.

"Umm. Okay. As long as you don't leave me alone with your sisters."He laughs and hugs my shoulders.

"Daken! Daken! Come here! Come meet my Cousin!" His 6 foot 4 inch or so frame  strolling to us, away from a group of young and old woman who were vying for his attention. His inky hair falls just below his neck in layers, it is currently slicked into position behind his ears by his sweat. He managed to put on a white wife beater that does very little to hide his hard chest and defined abs. My man is fucking sexy as hell.

"Daken, this is Gwen, my cousin. She'll be here for about 3 months. If I'm not with her, you will be." Marten says the last sentence as a serious order.

"Of course, Marten. It will be my pleasure."He winks at me with that evil grin that reminds me of a little boy who is up to no good.

Marten nods." Let's go eat."

"Marten, you mind if I sit next to Gwen to get to know her better?"

Marten raises an eyebrow at me in question."It's fine." I affirm. I'm so nervous and excited. I like it but on some level know it's kinda wrong.

The breakfast buffet is extraordinary: scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, pancakes, tropical fruits, assorted breads and muffins, milk, water, various fruit juices. My God the amount of money needed to feed all these people is unimaginable. I fill my plate up with a little of everything. I sit down at the enormous dining table, Daken next to me, Marten next to him. Bianca and Bethany are across from Daken and I. Daken looks at my plate, leans into me to whisper in my ear.

"I love a woman that can eat."  

The proximity of his pink juicy lips next to my skin gives me chills. I give Bianca and Bethany a quick grin.

"Hi." I say. I notice their dishes are pretty empty, just fruits, a croissant, and water to drink.

Daken greets them also."Hello ladies."

Marten interjects." I told you not to use that term with them. Bitches, cunts, stuck up, anorexic ..."

"Marten!" I scold him. Even though they probably deserve it, it still isn't appropriate.

He glances at me and shrugs his shoulders. Bethany bores her eyes into Daken.

"Hello, you son of a whore." she says sweetly. Now, THAT pisses me off.

"Bethany! The fuck is your problem?!" I slam my utensils down. Marten starts laughing. Daken slips his hand on my naked thigh rubbing it gently. I can no longer remember what I was yelling about. His hand slowly inching higher, my pussy gushes fresh fluid. Fuck! His hand is still climbing up, there's nothing I can do to stop it. His long thick fingers separate my folds and slither into my drenched hole. I hear him groan.

"O my God."Bethany thinks I'm speaking to her.

"What? It's true." Daken pays her no mind as he starts pumping his two digits in and out of my opening. The two instruments are so big together they feel like a normal size dick that my pussy is accepting greedily. If these are just his fingers, O Jesus! His cock must be phenomenal. My womanhood is throbbing with hunger.

"O God." Bethany continues to speak but it's all background noise to me.

"His mom was a white prostitute who fucked a Korean business man. That's no secret." I'm fighting a desperate sensation to buck my hips into his fingers.

"O my fucking God." I breath out as his thumb starts forming rapid circles on my engorged nub. I'm about to come.

"He doesn't even have a last name. Daken just Daken. No one wanted to claim him." I hide my face in my hands as I bite my lip hard to suppress a moan and try my best to keep my body from trembling as my orgasm takes over.

"Sweetie, it's not that serious. Daken knows who he is." I'm breathing heavy, panties completely sopping wet. Daken finally removes his fingers, locks his dark eyes with my gray ones as he sucks his fingers enthusiastically.

"See. That's gross. You know we have something called forks so civilized people can eat food. We are not cavemen. We do not eat with our hands." Bianca tells Daken who continues to ignore her and her sister. He bends towards me.

"So sweet, Gwen." His voice husky. He takes one last languid lick of each digit.

"O God." I have an aftershock orgasm as I squeeze my thighs together. Fuck! So good. I close my eyes.

"Can you say anything else, Gwendolyn?" It's Bethany.

"Sorry. But, you two are very disrespectful." I say without much conviction. Trying to play it off. Daken gives me a knowing smirk. Asshole.

After breakfast, Marten tells me he has to meet Uncle Victor for some business stuff but will be back in one hour. He offers to have Daken give me a tour of the property but I decline.

" I should shower first. I can meet you in an hour and a half and you can show me around."

"We can do that. Daken, I'm going to meet with my father. Meet me back here in an hour and a half and we'll take Gwen around the estate."

'Will do, Marten." Daken leaves to help the other workers pick up after breakfast.

Marrten and I walk into the house together.

"Why do your sisters talk to Daken like that? I don't like it."

"Daken's an employee as well as a really good friend of mine. We grew up together. They try to get under my skin by being rude cunts to him. They do it so much it doesn't phase me or him. He's a good man. He doesn't let any of his past dictate the person he is now. He doesn't feel sorry for himself and he hates pity, so don't."

"I won't."

"See you later, Gwen. I'm glad you're here." Marten hugs me when we get to my door.

"Me too. Love you, Marten."

"Love you, too."

I dress in white linen shorts that come to midthigh showing off my long silky legs, a sleeveless rocker style fitted shirt with a cute Siberian puppy on the front, and black tennies shoes. I am tall for a woman at 5 foot 11 inches. Unlike my female cousins, I have a dark complexion, wear my hair short in an afro, only put on lipgloss to prevent chapped lips. The one piece of jewelry I wear besides diamond stud earrings, is a black leather fossil watch. I am not as thin as Bianca and Bethany nor do I want to be, I love my curves. My small C cup breast, tiny waist that gives way to ample hips and ass are very much to my satisfaction.

I have half an hour to kill before Marten returns. I decide to explore some of the property by myself making sure not to stray too far from the familiar kitchen.

"Ahh, there you are Miss. Gwen." I turn around to see Ms.Beatrice.

"Hi Ms. Beatrice."

"Mrs. Parker is requesting to meet you."

"Sure." I say happily. I have never met my Aunt Brigitte. I follow Ms. Beatrice to the front of this humongous mansion. She knocks on double wooden doors etched with two angels, wings spread in a welcoming manner. It creeps me out because I get a vibe that it's going to be anything but welcoming in there. I gulp. Ms. Beatrice gives me a sympathetic smile.

"Thank you." I tell her. She nods.

I walk in, the bedroom is the size of an apartment. I pass through a foyer with high ceilings and marble floors, into a sittting room. There are two white leather loveseats facing each other separated by a glass coffee table. Aunt Brigitte is sitting on one of the couches sipping some tea. She stands up, I go to embrace her but like her daughters she stops me and greets me with air kisses to both cheeks.

"Hello, Aunt Brigitte. It is wonderful to finally meet you."

"Yes, dear. You too."Bianca and Bethany take after their mother, the fair skin, slinky bodies, and better than thou attitude. She is wearing an elegant silky pink robe and matching heeled slippers reminiscent of Mae West/Mariyln Monroe era. She let's out a sigh and stares at me like I'm a stray puppy.

"Dear, during your stay here we can fix you up a little. Money is of no consequence."

She gives me a pitying smile. The fuck is she talking about fix me up.

"What exactly do I need fixing up, Aunt Brigitte?"

"O my, poor dear, you are oblivious. First, we are going to fix your hair, relaxing it and extensions will do wonders. Then, I'll take you to the best dermatologist here, I'm sure there is some kind of treatment to lighten up your skin tone. Brown contacts for those scary silver eyes. Genectics were not kind to you or my son. We'll buy you some makeup, jewelry, and better clothes. I know your parents do not have a lot of money but I can not have you blending in with the staff. As I said, you need not worry about money. We will take care of everything."

I'm appalled. This bitch just insulted everything about me and she thinks she's doing me a fucking favor. Calm down. I tell myself. What to say not to be rude because I'm not like her, I was raised better.

"Aunt Brigitte, although I appreciate your offer. I assure you I am quite happy with my apperance and my attire." I say through gritted teeth. She regards me with a confused look like how could I refuse such a generous offer. I want to slap the piss out of her but stand up instead.

"Thank you, it was nice meeting you Aunt Brigitte. I'll see you around." Hopefully not. As I'm walking out, she says.

"Offer is still available dear. Think about it." I hear her mumble."Poor child, doesn't even know how bad she looks." It takes everything to restrain myself from rushing back in there and cursing her out after kicking her ass. 

I storm out taking long determined strides to get away from her. In my urgency to remove myself from Aunt Brigitte's vicinity, I don't notice Daken. I bounce right off of his large firm chest. His strong arms capture me before I stumble and pull me close to his body. I unconsciously sniff the front of his neck as I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Mmm. Smells good." The fragrance is of the earth and tropical flowers that claim the island. It's like he's been rolling around in the exotic foliage.

"Delicious." I moan. I feel his body shaking and know he is laughing.

"Shit!" I look up at his amused orbs.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" If my skin was lighter, it would be a bright cherry red.

He nods. Cocky grin intact."Yes. You did. I'm glad you think so, Gwen." Fuck. The way he says my name like his fucking me demanding me to cum for him or maybe it's just my own perverted fantasy. Either way, it's making my panties a helluva moist right now.

"Are you alright, Chere? You looked pretty upset before you tried to run me over."

"Huh?" I furrow my eyebrows trying to remember what he's talking about.

"O yeah." I sigh. Staring into those dark eyes watching me with concern. My arms still surrounding as much of his middle as I can.

"Nothing important. Just trying to stop myself from giving Aunt Brigitte a beatdown for basically calling me an ugly, subpar human being."

I see rage shape his gorgeous features and it's turning me on.

"Fuck her,chere. You are 100 times more beautiful than her and her daughters. You are fucking perfect. From your natural black hair." He kisses my head.

"Your flawless ebony skin." Each word said slowly. He kisses my neck.

"Luscious, delectable lips." He kisses my lips lightly.

"Perfect size breast." His fingers graze over them. He bends down to kiss each one over the shirt. My hands clench his shoulders for support, my knees weak at this point. Dakens grip firmly on my hips.

"To your flat stomach." Kneeling on the floor, he lifts my shirt. He tenderly strokes my abdomen before licking my navel. Jesus fucking Christ on a pony! My pussy is weeping like my mama died.

"To this perfect ass." He slides one hand underneath the bottom of my shorts, softly rubbing my naked butt.

"To these nice, smooth, chocolate legs." His right hand continues massaging my bare ass, left one holding my waist, lips trailing delicious wet kisses down my thighs, knees, and calves. So sensual.

"To this tight, wet, pussy."He positions his face in my crotch and inhales deeply.

"Mmmm, Gwen. You smell heavenly. I can't wait to taste you again." My core is aching to be filled.

"Fuck me, Daken." I breath out.

He growls, seizing my hips. I slide down until my forehead is against his and my lust filled gray eyes are gazing into his hunger filled black ones.

"Fuck me, Daken." I repeat.

His response is to devour my mouth. He kisses me fervently: biting, sucking, licking my lips and tongue increasing my desire for him with each expert maneuver of his skillful mouth. He finally pulls away.

"You will be mine, Gwendolyn." He declares." But, not right now, love. We have to go meet Marten."

Daken leads me outside through the front of the mansion with his large hand secure on my lower back.

Marten is waiting for us standing next to a white  four seater golf cart. He is dressed elegantly casual in khaki pants, a power blue short sleeve button down shirt, and tan boat shoes. In contrast, Daken looks rugged casual in relax fit jeans and a tight V-neck T-shirt. All his masculinity accentuated. Marten throws him the golf cart keys which he catches blindly.

Marten and Daken settle in the front seat while I sit in the back bench by myself. Marten has been gone for a week, so Daken is filling him in on the ongoings of the estate.  I take in the exquiste scenery as Daken drives. I tune out their business conversation. There is a built in road which I assume leads to all the desired areas of this massive grounds. The sides of the concrete lane are scattered with colorful bushes of blooming flowers; vibrant purples, oranges, pinks, yellows, and reds. The property itself has a bountiful amount of fruit trees; coconut, mango, pineapple, pomegranate, and orange. Every once in a while a mini bamboo forest will peek out through the picturesque vegetation. The land is so well manicured, it looks like a postcard.

"Gwen." It's Marten calling me.

"Huh? Yes?" I answer.

" I was saying, I want to show you a little of the empire my father has built here. I'll take you to the school, the banana fields, and the processing building. After that I'll go check the other area," he clears his throat. I know by "other area" he means the drug related stuff.

"Daken will take you to the beach while I finish up." He turns to me."I'll bring you back a little something." He winks at me, I giggle. I do not do recreational drugs, but everytime Marten has visited me in the U.S. since he turned 16, he always bought me some marijuana. We would stay up all night, smoke, talk, and eat until we were stuffed pigs. It is so much fun. I'm looking forward to it. I scoot closer to him and Daken. I fold my arms on the back of their bench seat, lay my head on my arms, and face Marten.

"But I didn't bring a bathing suit with me." I whine. He gives me a wide smile.

"Gwen,Gwen  you can buy a new one, there's a shop on the beach. I know you like shopping. Right?" He drags out the last word.

"Shopping! Heck Yeah!" I say.

"What else is on the property?"

"It's like a small town. We provide our employees with affordable housing, schooling for their children, daycare services, playgrounds, access to beaches, stores for essential items, basic healthcare clinics. We give to them and they give to us. We have loyal, hardworking people here Gwen. They are not forced to stay here but it is more convient for most of them. I make rounds to all the sectors at least once a week to make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Wow, Marten. I had no idea this place was so intricate. Does Aunt Brigitte or your sisters ever come around?"

"Fuck no. They think they're too good to associate with the staff. They have convinced father to built them a house in Castries, the capital, to be closer to a more prominent social life. That's in the planning stage right now."

"I wish they were gone now."I mumble.

"So do I." Marten says and pats my head.

I rotate my head to stare at a quiet Daken. God, he is handsome. His dark, silky hair blowing purposelessly in the wind, nice strong jawline lined with a small amout of hair on his chin, a thin mustache above those pink full lips. The V-neck shirt exposing the top of his chiseled chest. His well defined arms flexed as they grip the steering wheel. Sitting down, his jeans are pulled flush against his upper legs, I can see the outline of well sculpted thigh muscles. And, O' Dear Lord! The contour of his huge cock. I reflexively lick my now dry lips.

"Gwen! Stop eye fucking Daken!" That breaks my lust filled haze.

"Huh?" I did not even realize we had stopped. Marten had gotten out of the cart and is standing on Daken's side watching me intendly.

"I said, stop eye fucking Daken." I am so embrassed.

"I was not!" I lie.

"O' baby girl, you were full on dick riding eye fucking my friend."

Daken looks at me with a cocky smirk."You know Gwen, I'm not just a piece of meat to be used for your sexual pleasures." He says innocently.  He and Marten crack up laughing. I get out and slap Marten's hand when he tries to help me.

"Srew both of you." I say and walk off with a huff. Marten catches up to me, wraps one arm around my shoulder.

"Wrong way, chere." Fuck. I forgot I don't know where I'm going.

I stop and take in the new atmosphere. We are no longer in a psuedo- greeting card. We are now in a mini concrete jungle. With his arm still languidly drapped over my shoulders, Marten points out a group of 20, 5 story buildings.

"Those are apartments for our employees. There is greenspace and a park behind them."

We are standing in a small parking lot.

"Is this the school?" I ask him.

"Yes. Come on, let me introduce you to Ms. Josephine, the principle." We are following Daken to the school playground where there are a group of elementary school children having fun climbing the playground equipment, another class is on the blacktop playing musical instruments, and a third class is on an open field kicking around a soccer ball. Ms. Josephine sees us approaching, she welcomes us with a warm, pleasant smile. She is a short, pudgy dark skinned woman in her mid-fifties. She is wearing a long gray polycotton skirt, a short sleeve blouse with a gray matching vest and white orthopedic shoes. Her long black and silver hair is braided and coiled on the top of her head. Daken greets her first.

"Hi, Mama Josephine." Her arms embrace his wide torso, he bends down, she holds his face in her hands and places a tender kiss on his cheek.

He picks her up slightly off the ground, Ms. Josephine squeals in delight. The children look on in awe, probably not use to seeing their superior acting in such a carefree manner.

"Put me down, son. I don't want to lose my reputation as a hard ass." Daken does as he's told after giving her a parting squeeze and kiss on her cheek.

Marten steps in and is greeted with the same enthusiasm.

"Hi, Mama Josephine."

"Mama Josephine, this is Gwedolyn, my cousin." She gives me a sweet smile. I extend my hand for a handshake, she grabs my hand and pulls me in for a warm, lingering hug.

"It's very nice to meet you Gwedolyn. Marten has told me a lot about you."

"Thank you, Ms. Josephine."

"Nonsense child, it's Mama Josephine to you." I giggle as she releases her hold of me.

"Yes, Mama Josephine." I'm glad to finally meet a kind, caring person that holds Marten and Daken in high esteem and vice versa. I know this woman is partly responsible for the good men they have become, for that I am eternally grateful to her.

"Mama Josephine, would you mind keeping Gwen company while Daken and I meet with Henri?" Marten ask.

"Of course." She captures my hand."We will get to know each other." She guides me to a shady bench. "Sit child." I do.

"Gwendolyn, such a beautiful young lady. How long are you staying here?" Mama Josephine is holding my hand in both of hers and rest them on her lap.

"About three months." I tell her.

"Mama Josephine," I hesitate. She stares at me suspiciously.

"Spit it out child." She demands.

"I was just curious, did you raise Daken?"

She takes a deep breath, her expression changes to one of saddness.

"Mmmm. Daken, he is such a sweet boy. I love him.

Mr. Victor bought Daken to me as a baby. I have never known Mr. Victor to take in orphans but he said this one was special. He told me to care for him as if he was my own. At the time, I was only a teacher at the school. So, my academic responsibility was not great. I loved children but was unable to have any of my own. Daken was a wonderful gift to me.

When Daken turned 5, Mr. Victor would bring Marten to me for weeks at a time. He said he wanted Marten to have an accurate perception of life, to learn how to be fair, to value everyone as a person, and to never underestimate anyone. He insisted that would make Marten a savvy businessman. Mr. Victor loves his son. I suspect he wanted his son to experience the love of a mother, too. I never saw Mrs. Brigitte's interacton with Marten but from rumors, I gathered she was a real bitch to him.

During those weeks, I raised the two boys as my own, they developed a brotherly bond.

As the years progressed, Mr. Victor would send Daken away for months at a time. I would miss him so much during those absences. My time with my son became shorter and shorter. Now, I see him maybe once a week.

But my position at the school as principle keeps me busy. I enjoy being around these children everyday." Her gleeful expression returned at the mention of her students. I press her hand reassuringly.

"You seem to be doing a good job here, everyone looks happy."

"I try everyday." She sighs as she takes in the activities surrounding us. I spot a little girl about 8 sitting on the sidelines watching longingly as the boys play soccer. My heart goes out to her. I did not notice until now but it is only boys playing. Mama Josephine observes the same child. She starts to get up. I hold her arm.

"May I go, please." I plead. She nods.

The little girl has dirty blond hair in a long french braid that reaches her lower back. She's wearing a school uniform which consist of khaki shorts, white shirt, and a blue tie. I sit next to her, legs stretched out in front of me. She glances at me with big sad blue eyes and then back at the field.

"Hi, I'm Gwen." I say. When she doesn't respond, I continue.

"What's your name?"

"Maddie." She says still watching the game.

"Why so sad Maddie? Do you want to play with them?"

"Yes, but they said I can't because girls are not good at sports and nobody wants me on their team." Motherfuckers, I think.

"Well." I huff. "That's just not true! I think we should teach thses boys a lesson." She looks at me with a gleam in her eyes. Lucky for her, I was on my high school soccer team. So, kicking 8 year old butt in soccer should not be a problem.

"You in?" I give her a sly smile.

"Yes!" She says excited. We both stand up and slap hands.

We walk onto the field together. I trap the ball under my foot. The boys start grumbling.

"Hey, that's ours!" "We were playing with that, ma'am!"

"Hey!" I yell. Everyone gets quiet. "Maddie, tells me you do not think girls can play soccer. Is that true?" I ask seriously. I hear a chorus of  "yes."

"Okay." I nod my head." I would like to offer you a challenge. Maddie and me against your two best players. If we win, you have to always let Maddie play with you. If you win, Maddie will never ask to play with you boys again. First one to score 5 goals wins." I turn to Maddie.

"Good with you, Maddie?" I ask. She narrows her eyes at me.

"Good with me." She says with confidence. The boys start laughing.

"This is going to be easy." A tall, dark skinned boy with a solid body for an 8 year old steps up with a grin." Me and Andrew against you two. It's a deal." He says with arrogance. All four of us shake on it.

We start midfield, Maddie and I have the ball first. I kick it to her and run up field with Andrew guarding me. She follows me up field displaying excellent ball control. The cocky leader kid trys to steal it but Maddie is too quick and passes it to me. I easily manuveur around Andrew and pass it back to Maddie who effortlessly kicks the ball in the goal for a 1- nothing lead. We cheer and high five each other. I notice the sidelines have filled up with onlookers; students, faculty, Mama Josephine, Marten, and Daken. I grin and wave to them.

We kick off to the boys this time. They breeze past us to their goal, but Maddie blocks their attempted score. She takes the ball down to our side of the field. I hear Marten cheering for us. Maddie and me do some fast passes which confuse our opponents. We comfortably score our second goal. The crowd encouraging us brings a huge smile to Maddie's face. We carry our defeat of the young men with ease. Maddie is so thrilled when we score the final goal that she hugs me.

"Thank you, Miss Gwen, thank you." Some of the boys run on the field to congratulate her. I hear them asking her to be on their team. My hearts fills with joy. Mission accomplished, I think as I watch Andrew and the head soccer kid compliment Maddie.

I feel a small chubby arm encircle my waist.

"Good job, Gwendolyn."

"Thank you, Mama Josephine." I wrap my arm around her shoulders. She is so short and cute. Daken waits for us on the outskirts of the field. Marten is striding towards me clapping.

"Wow. Congrats Gwen,Gwen. You beat two 8 year old boys at soccer." He laughs. I put my hand on my hip and pop it out.

"Hey Mister," I point my finger at him,"those BOYS needed to be taught a lesson: Girl's Rule." Marten gives me a side hug.

"That's why I love you, chere." I walk away from him towards Daken. Marten and Mama Josephine are following behind me. Daken is smiling lovingly at me. I know my eyes are staring back at him in the same adoring manner. I just want to touch him. When I get to him, I entwine our fingers together. This skin to skin contact sends a warm heat all over my body. My body is aching for more physical contact. He bends down and kisses my forehead.

"You're so fucking cute, love." He whispers. The warm air of his breath against my skin makes me shiver. His grin expands at my body's reaction to him.

"Don't be strangers boys." Mama Josephine tells Marten and Daken. She gives each of them a departing kiss. She comes up to me and hugs me.

"Be careful young lady." She whispers and shoots Daken a knowing look. She raises her voice.

"Alright Gwendolyn, come visit often before you leave. Okay."

"I would love to Mama Josephine."I give her one more hug before we turn to leave. My hand finds Daken's again, I revel in the feel of his touch. His thumb is rubbing the fleshy part between my thumb and index finger. I'm disappointed when we reach the golf cart and have to break our physical connection. We resume our same sitting arrangements.

After about 30 minutes of driving we arrive at the banana fields.

"Ho..ly... Sh..it!" I breath out slowly. Marten turns back with a wide smile.

"Amazing, right?" I nod my head. It's acres, upon acres, upon acres of banana trees. The immensity of the whole operation is breathtaking. We get out the cart.

"Stay with her, Daken. I'll be right back." Daken nods.

There are men and women out in a section of the fields cutting down the bananas.

"They plant the bananas in sections so each month, they move to a different section to work on. That's so everyone is not scattered all over the place." Daken takes my hand. He has a cute little trouble maker smile on his plump lips. Lips that I'm hurting with want to taste. We walk into a forest of greenery, hidden from human eyes by banana trees and leaves.

"I can not take this anymore." I take a deep breath, fist his shirt, and pull him down to me. He comes willingly, I smash my lips to his. Ahhh! Sweet relief. I moan. His pillow soft lips are so delicious. I lick his bottom lip and gently suck it. I moan again.

"Soo good, Daken." His hands crawl under the back waistband of my linen shorts. He tenderly strokes my ass as he presses my core against his growing erection. O my God, the wetness followed by the throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable. I start to purposely rub my pussy on his giant cock. His tongue gains access to my mouth and skillfully dominates my oral appendage. I want to be his NOW. Like right fucking now! He abruptly stops.

"Fuck, Gwen! The hell are you doing to me? We need to stop. Marten will be back soon." He says breathing heavy.

"I know." I answer breathlessly. "I just needed to touch you, it was driving me crazy not to." He looks at me tenderly,brushes my cheek with the back of his hand, and pecks my lips. His arms encircle my body. I snuggle close hugging his waist. I feel him try to pull away.

"Just hold me a little while longer." I request. He sighs but doesn't let go. "Thank you, baby." After too short a time for my liking, he kisses my crown.

"It's time to go." We exit the field hand in hand.

Another 20 minutes, we arrive at the processing plant. This time all three of us go in together. Like everything else here, the builiding is massive, there are male workers everywhere. Everyone acknowledges Marten and Daken as we walk through the expanse of the plant. I do not even try to comprehend what each machine or area in the plant is in charge of. I just appreciate the synchronization of how everything runs. It is so overwhelming, I give Marten credit for being able to comprehend all the workings of this company. I hold on to his arm as we continue our tour. He points out the high tech machinery and what the people are working on, but it all sounds like a foreign language to me.

I begin to feel uncomfortable as I notice the men observing me keenly. I look back at Daken who is vigilant of the people around us. As Marten and I advance forward, I catch the end of a remark made by one of the employees.

"Another Parker family bit...." When I turn back, the man who I suppose was making the comment is knocked out on the floor with a bloody nose. The other employees are hesitant to help him.

"Any of you motherfuckers dare to speak of Gwendolyn again, I will fucking kill you!" I thought Daken might be joking but the terror in the workers eyes, the seriousness in Daken's tone, and the deadly expression on his gorgeous face assures me he is not. Marten did not say anything, we just carry on our excursion as if nothing happened. I am elated when the tour is over.

We depart the dark building into the sunshine. When my eyes finally adjust to the brightness, I see Uncle Victor waiting for us in a similiar black golf cart.

"Uncle Victor!" I run to his open arms. He gives me a strong hug and a loving kiss to my temple.

"Let me look at you Gwendolyn." He holds me at arms length. "My, My how you have grown into a beautiful woman."

"Thank you Uncle." He pulls me into another embrace. "Hello son." He says to Daken. They exchange a handshake and a manly hug.

"Mr. Victor." His tone professional.

"Father, what's going on?" Marten ask.

"Nothing Marten. I am going with you to survey the pits." He answers. The pits I gather is a nickname for the drug cultivation section. Marten appears annoyed but remains quiet.

"Also, there has been a family gala annouced to be held this Saturday. Gwen, I expect you to be there, honey."

"Okay." I say. He faces Daken.

"Daken, your presence will be required."

"Yes sir."

"Marten will give you details later." Daken nods in understanding.

"I'll be right back father. I'm going to walk Gwen to the car."

"Of course, son." Marten looks frustrated.

"Sorry Gwen but I'm gonna need Daken back today." He addresses both of us."Get Gwen something to eat then bring her back to the house. Tomorrow Daken will take you shopping for a dress to wear to the gala. Daken, I'll find you later. We're going to Bisee. I'm going to need a good fuck after this bullshit I'm about to go through."

"Bye Gwen, I'll come see you later with a present from the pit." He forces a smile and kisses my head. I know not to ask or get involved in anything concerning this part of the family business, so I keep my mouth shut. I never realized how much responsibility Marten has for a 20 year old. It pains my heart to see my cousin like this, I wish I could help him in some way.

I get to ride in the front with Daken. I take advantage of it by scooting right next to him. He smiles at me, wraps his arm around me, settles it on my hip and manages to draw me even closer to him. My fingers alternate between threading through and scratching his silky black hair. He groans as he presses his head into my fingers. My other hand is on a mission of it's own to explore his rock hard body starting with the exposed skin of his chiseled chest. I lay my head on his shoulder, he plants a sweet kiss on the top of it. I could stay like this for hours. We drive in this blissful embrace for about 30 minutes until my curiosity gets the better of me.

"Daken, what is Bisee?" Still holding each other, I stare up at his perfect visage. He watches the road.

"It's a city in St. Lucia. It is home to the most prestigious whorehouse on the island." Alright, not what I wanted to hear but I will keep going. I take a deep breath.

"Do you use their services?"

"I have. Yes."

"Why? I mean you and Marten are really good looking men, I'm sure it wouldn't be hard for either of you to get laid. Shit, on the property alone, there are some willing women, I'm sure."

"A fuck is just a fuck. Nothing more. If we fuck someone on the estate, they could get different ideas about the nature of the arrangement and cause unnecessary drama. If we go out, put some effort into meeting someone. Same thing. We made an effort therefore it might mean something more. A whorehouse; you pay, cum, walk out. No misunderstanding." I understand what Daken is telling me. In a strange way, I like it better than him having had a meaningful relationship with someone.

My heart sinks as I ask the next question and wait for an answer.

"Are you going to use the services at Bisee today when you take Marten?" He is silent. Daken stops the golf cart and turns off the engine.

Daken turns his gaze towards me, a small smile on his lips. Fuck. My eyes are filling up with tears. I blink a few times to make them retreat. He seizes my face in his sizable hands.

"Would that hurt you Gwen?" He knows the answer to this question but part of me believes Daken isn't as secure in my feelings for him as he appears. He needs the verbal reassurance that an act like that would devastate me because I love him.

I nod my head."Yes." My voice breaks unwillingly.

"Then no. I would never do anything to hurt you, love." He presses his lips to mine in a soft caress but I make it vulgar. I climb on top of him and strandle his waist. In one long stride, my tongue licks from his chin until I reach his lips. I slowly taste every inch of his lips." Mmmm." I force my tongue into his warm cavern, sucking his tongue and demanding it to enter my mouth. I start rubbing my swollen clit on his.. Holy Shit! fully erect dick. O My God! Everywhere I rub myself I'm hitting his hard shaft. Fuck, this is turning me on. How fucking big is his dick? All the sudden, I feel a sharp pang of jealousy as I think of the women that have gotten to experience his cock in their hole. I clutch his hair harder as I continue to subjugate his mouth to my command. He kneads my ass. My moans muffled by our kiss, but fuck  I'm about to come. I increase the friction of my strokes. His cock is so fucking hard and when Daken begins grinding his dick into my pearl, I hit my climax. I try to abandon his lips but he grabs the back of my head and plunges his tongue into my oral cavity, steady stroking his erection on my nub prolonging my orgasm. Once I stop trembling, I sit up to look in his dark eyes.

"You belong to me Gwen." He says hoarsly.

"I know." I agree. He wraps his arms around my waist, mine encircle his neck, and we just hold each other.