[[[-IF4-P13.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 13: "Sweetest. Girl. Ever." (Jeremy's words) ------------------------------------------- Hello everyone! My name is Trish. I figure if you have read any of this grand saga that "JeremyDCP" has written (and cannot seem to stop apparently), you should know who I am by now. If not, here is a very brief introduction. I am 32 years old and originally from a small town just outside of Toronto, Ontario, Canada called [City Name]. Currently I reside in Norway with the most amazing man any girl ever ask for (Jeremy, my big lug of a husband) and the sweetest, most tender and captivating woman on the face of the planet, Lindsay (my wife). Oh, I also have a few other wives too (Kristanna, Devon, Pamela and Amy), and a live-in girlfriend (and probable future wife) in Scarlett. All eight of us are a close-knit, happy family, and there are two little babies (Kaden and Piper) sprinkled amongst us as well. They are our two angels! Unfortunately, our group has to keep its situation and the relationships we share a secret from the general public. It amazes me how a few certain individuals have gotten angry at our family over the past few years for the decisions we have made when it does not affect them in the slightest. Is our happiness meaningless because others do not agree with the way we have chosen to lead our lives? Certainly, we are not in the business of judging others. I see nothing wrong where, eventually, all eight of us will be married to each other. We are all happy together, and this is what we want. A little known fact is that _I_ am actually the driving force behind Jeremy and his desire to share our tale of love and dedication through the written word. Erotica has always been one of my favorite genres to read, whereas before embarking on this story, Jeremy was constantly writing about various subjects and trying to come up with new ideas. One day, I suggested to Jeremy that, since he is such a talented author, he share _our_ story. He had never delved into erotica before, but I knew he could make this story happen with his pure writing talent alone. Thus, with the full blessing and support of the others in our relationship, we all thought that Jeremy may write a sexy (and maybe even a dirty) chapter or two, but that would be it. None of us could ever possibly imagine that it would be 71 chapters (no joke) in length thus far, and still going strong! We gave Jeremy permission to say and tell whatever he wanted, yet no one could imagine the attention to every minor detail he has placed into the story. I certainly had no clue that he had so much to say! (I am like a ray of sunshine? The submissive-themed chapters with Amy were smoking hot! Lindsay and her teddy bear, Mr. Gordo; how embarrassing that chapter must have been for her! Seriously, how many times has Jeremy said that his cock _exploded_ or _erupted_? How could he even have a cock left if that was true? And oh, the chapter Jeremy devoted to my father, and his funeral... reading that felt like a tribute, and made me cry so much.) I am also Jeremy's Editor-in-Chief; each new chapter passes through me before it gets posted on the Internet! But with the success of chapter six of "Island Fever 4", where Pamela hijacked the keyboard from Jeremy and put her own spin on things by authoring it herself, I have been asked to do the same with this chapter. Yes, Jeremy has insisted that I write out a full-length chapter myself. Although excited (I have so many things I could say!), I am also terrified. I have never written anything like this before. Please be gentle with me, okay? Unlike Pamela, who wrote about her inner struggles while trying to embrace our way of life, this should be a mostly happy tale. I am going to focus on the date of June 8, 2015, which was when I told Jeremy at the local shopping center that I was pregnant with our first child. Yes, Jeremy had one child each with Kristanna and Pamela, and another on the way with Amy (Dani Grace), but I was pregnant with _our_ first baby, and I broke the news to him in a little photo booth at the mall that snapped pictures and captured our raw emotions and happiness on film forever. My personal point of view should lend a different insight into our lives and the happiness we share. Jeremy always speaks about us in such high regards in this story, while continually downplaying himself. Perhaps I can convince all of you what an awesome and truly wonderful man he is? Maybe even get some erotic juices flowing in the process? Trust me when I tell you, though, there will be no exploding cocks! I promise! -------------------------------------------------- -*- Monday, June 8, 2015 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- Never before in my life have I found a man as amazing as Jeremy. His caring nature, his thoughtfulness, how sweet he is... it is unmatched. Jeremy helps keep me going even during the roughest stretches; he makes me happy and, right alongside Lindsay, he is the centerpiece of my own personal universe. Whenever I am with Jeremy, I feel beautiful and respected, but most of all I feel loved and cherished. Jeremy is a naturally reserved person, but has the ability to open up and be the absolute life of the party if he feels comfortable. He has always shied away from the limelight, whereas I thrive in it, so we complement each other nicely. I do not know of anyone who has ever disliked Jeremy or thought of him as a bad person. He has an extreme amount of patience and is very forgiving of mistakes. Jeremy has a genuine concern for the well-being of those around him and of all other living things. Jeremy is everything that I could ever ask for in a man, and then some. I will never meet a better man than him. I had a massive crush on Jeremy from the very moment I first met him, but he was so enthralled with the trio of Kristanna, Devon and Pamela from the outset that I did not even bother trying. I tried to keep a distance, and not allow myself to fall in love with him. How could Jeremy possibly find any time for me? Oh, how wrong I was. Jeremy is tall and broad-shouldered, with a mop of dark hair and heavy, solemn brows that are offset by a generous smile. A pair of eyes the color of milk chocolate gleamed behind round-framed glasses that always seemed to slip down his nose. He has a powerful chest that any woman would love to lay her head on, and use as a pillow! Although Jeremy will insist otherwise ("I am just your average, ordinary guy"), he is very attractive and, combined with his kind and caring nature, he gets attention from interested ladies everywhere he goes. Sometimes, other women will begin flirting with him right in front of us! * * * After I informed Jeremy on Monday afternoon that I was pregnant, he made a telephone call to Scarlett (who was working) and asked her to pull some _nurse strings_ and see if she could get me in that very same day at the university hospital with an obstetrician or similar caregiver for what would be my first prenatal visit. You see, Jeremy did not want to wait until the next day and schedule an appointment with my regular physician. He learned that I was pregnant moments ago, and he wanted me to see a doctor RIGHT NOW. Jeremy is so cute that way; that is just how he rolls. Scarlett was able to pull some strings, so to speak, or call in a favor, and convince Dr. Olsen to see me at 6:00pm. I had been to initial prenatal visits in the past with both Pamela and Amy, so I knew exactly what to expect. Dr. Olsen was very kind and courteous; she asked me all of the standard questions and got information on my medical history. I was given a thorough physical and exam, and the doctor confirmed my pregnancy (I had four positive home pregnancy tests over a four day period; I already KNEW). Dr. Olsen gave me blood tests and spoke of the dangers of smoking, drinking alcohol, using illegal drugs and taking certain medications. I told her not to worry; I have never smoked cigarettes or even had a tiny sip of alcohol, and I certainly am not a drug user. I take one pill each day in terms of medicine; she said it was safe to continue to do so. This particular medication would not hinder or interfere with my pregnancy at all. Finally, the good doctor convinced me that I needed to get a flu shot. I also spoke to Dr. Olsen at length about my desire to continue to do exercise and yoga throughout the entire length of my pregnancy. I was a fitness instructor for nine years straight and consider myself to be in tip-top physical condition, especially for a 32-year-old woman. She informed me that because I am so fit, I can continue to exercise up until the time I give birth. Doing so would not cause harm or put my unborn baby at risk because my body is already accustomed to the strain and the rigors. I spoke to Dr. Olsen about a friend of mine from Canada who also worked at the fitness center with me, and got pregnant three years ago. Michelle was her name; she did 100 squats every day of her pregnancy. Even at nine months! I told her that I too, would do 100 squats per day until my baby is born. Like Michelle, I have faith that I will shed the excess weight quite easily with proper diet and exercise. Dr. Olsen scheduled me for an appointment at her regular office four weeks from today. I may go back to her, or I may decide to stick with my regular physician and see him instead. Scarlett speaks very highly of Dr. Olsen, though, and suggested that I make her my primary caregiver during the course of my pregnancy. News had spread quickly, of course, and when we arrived home, there was a massive family party waiting for both Jeremy and me. There were baby decorations and banners already up throughout the front room of our estate, and all five of my wives greeted me with open arms, kisses and words of congratulations. Even the King and Queen (that's what I call Kristanna's parents, Kristof and Rande) were there to offer their own kind words and encouragement for us. I shared an especially long and poignant embrace with my precious, little honey buns (Lindsay) who hugged on me and cried tears of joy for what seemed like an eternity. She was so incredibly happy that after nearly five months of trying, Jeremy had finally gotten me pregnant! Lindsay was the first person to learn that I was actually pregnant a few days ago, and had done a remarkable job of keeping it a secret from everyone else until I told Jeremy. Of course, Lindsay badly wanted to be a mother herself. Lindsay was much younger than the majority of us at just age 20, but the time was right for her and it was something she truly wanted. She was young and playful, yes, but wise well beyond her years when it came to caring for young children. The two babies in our family (Kaden and Piper) simply adored Lindsay because of the way she treated them. She was going to be a great mother one day very soon! I told Lindsay not to worry; it was going to happen sooner rather than later. The best case scenario would have been for Lindsay and I to both get pregnant at the same time, and then give birth to our babies on the very same day! That was a one-in-a-billion pipe dream, I know, but it was nice to sit back and fantasize about the possibility anyway! We had a raucous dinner celebration that was full of fun laughs and nothing but good times. Afterward, Scarlett got home from work and all of us retired to the den and relaxed for a good three hours, and spoke about many, various topics. It truly was a party atmosphere. At the end of the night, several of the girls suggested that since this was a truly momentous and special day (it was MY day, they insisted) I spend the evening alone with Jeremy in one of the posh guest suites. I nearly jumped at the opportunity, but could not turn down Lindsay and those cute, puppy-dog eyes of hers, when she asked if she could be spend the evening with us as well. Of course, Jeremy had no complaints or objections. He was almost as crazy about Lindsay as I was (but not as quite, trust me). (Jeremy interjects here: Sorry to barge in Trish's epic storytelling, but let me point out that what I was witness to that night in the den - Trish relaxing on the floor against the sofa, with Lindsay curled up on her side and using her stomach as a pillow (and randomly splaying it with sweet kisses for hours) was perhaps the most heartwarming scene of my entire life. God, I love Lindsay, and it was times like this which sent me tumbling over the edge in regards to her. She is an angel!) DUH JEREMY, you big lug! Tell us something we don't already know, will you? Now go and get Lindsay pregnant! Kristanna was the last to leave the den that night. I got to hold and cradle Kaden for a long time before Kristanna offered me a deep, drawn-out hug, and a few hushed words of encouragement. She said that I was going to have a long journey before my baby was born, with some bumps along the way, but promised that she and everyone else would be there during every step of the way when I needed their help. Lindsay was all giggles and smiles as she rode Jeremy piggy-back style into one of our home's many guest bedrooms. I followed behind them, cradling a 10 pound sack of flour (which was dubbed _Baby Trish_ at the party earlier). At least for tonight, this seldom-used bedroom would provide the setting for our private, three-way baby celebration. I actually wanted a piece of Jeremy in the worst way possible, but how could I deny Lindsay as when she hopped down from his shoulders, she promptly came right over and began kissing me? Lindsay promptly backed me onto the nearby love seat and climbed atop me, straddling my lap, her small, tiny hands already massaging and caressing my breasts through the thin blouse I wore. I lovingly kissed her neck and shoulders, blinded by the smell of her body fragrance, and let the sack of flour fall harmlessly to the floor beside us. "You are a bad mother!" Lindsay scolded me, but in a very teasing and playful manner. "Bad mother, Trish! Bad mother! You dropped your baby, and now it has major head trauma!" Normally I would have responded in kind, but those lips of Lindsay's were too soft, too enticing... too succulent for me to resist. When my mouth met hers, Lindsay gave into the temptation immediately and placed her right hand upon my shoulder, then slid it around to the nape of my neck and pulled me closer. I moved my own hands to Lindsay's face, holding her in place as a tidal wave of need and devotion nearly crushed my soul. I kissed her deeply, hungrily. I ran my tongue across the bottom of Lindsay's lush, wholesome lip, tasting the excess sweetness of the pineapple juice she eagerly sipped on just moments ago. Finally, I pulled my mouth away and instead caressed Lindsay's cheek with my thumb. "God, baby," I managed before taking a step back and admiring everything there was about Lindsay. Picture pretty, the adorable blue-eyed blonde could forge a successful career for herself as a model if she so desired (wearing cheerleader outfits and other similar naughty costumes, I would hope). Lindsay's immense beauty is much more than skin-deep, however, and family, friends and other acquaintances alike agree that she is just as lovely inside as she is outside. Kindness and consideration for others, along with a sunny, upbeat disposition, were linchpins of her character and personality. She was active in both the church and community, and still had aspirations of one day following in her father's footsteps and becoming a minister. Lindsay kissed me with wild abandon; hard, thorough, very aggressively. I gave her back just as much. We stood, then I backed her toward the far corner, my own need shooting up exponentially with each step I took. Lindsay's hands were on me now. That was good, because I craved her touch. First they moved to my waist, then my rib cage. They covered my breasts and I moaned against our kiss, a sharp wave of heat shooting all throughout me. I pushed my tongue into Lindsay's mouth and explored, the taste of her purely intoxicating. Clothes were coming off, I realized. I did not even know. I was undressing Lindsay, breaking the kiss long enough only to navigate pulling the halter-top over her head. Her little pink shorts were already history. Standing in front of me in just a white bra and G-string, Lindsay and her pristine, flawless body, its slender lines melting to sexy curves, set my mind ablaze with passion. I found her mouth yet again and steered her toward the bed, my intent clear. We landed on the soft mattress and suddenly Lindsay was on top of me, her body moving over mine, her lips kissing my neck with honed precision. Our pace was fast and purposeful. I was on fire, the aching between my thighs insistent, as I met each movement of Lindsay's slender, fine hips, straining for sweet release. As if she was reading my mind, Lindsay made quick work of my blouse and undid the clasp of my bra with one hand. I pushed my hands into Lindsay's hair in response, the blonde tresses thick and sumptuously glorious. Lindsay's head dipped toward my breast and caught a swollen nipple, swirling her tongue around it, taking it completely into her mouth. I almost lost my mind right then and there, stimulating myself upon Lindsay's knee, the pulsing within me now much too powerful to withstand. Lindsay proceeded to reach into my denim jeans and stroked the outside of my silk panties. "More," I begged her. I was an absolute house of fire! Lindsay grabbed either side of my jeans and pulled them down as far as her position would allow, to mid-thigh. My panties quickly followed. Lindsay quickly disposed of her own bra and G-string in quick, rapid-fire succession and then settled back down on top of me. As Lindsay pressed against me, skin on skin, my mind went white with desire. Reaching a hand between us, Lindsay extended her thumb and slipped it inside me, offering me attention where I needed it most. I turned my face to the side on the mattress as the erotic pressure built inside of me until I was certain that it could not climb any higher. But then it did. Thrust upon thrust of Lindsay's thumb sent me to even greater heights. Finally, in a burst of pleasure, I came quite hard and fast. I clutched Lindsay's hand with my thighs as I rode out the blissful waves that took me over completely. The amount of hot pleasure that crashed into me was more than a bit overwhelming. Lindsay looked down at me, my lips still parted and my breathing heavy, yet somehow, I already knew. Without having all that much done to her, Lindsay was incredibly aroused and only moments behind me in terms of her own climax. It was the submissive streak in her; Lindsay was in her element when she was given the opportunity to please and satisfy others. Oftentimes, she found greater joy out of pleasing others than she did receiving it herself. Even though I was still coming down from orgasm myself, I reached between our bodies and with only a few, firm strokes, I sent Lindsay tumbling over the edge directly after me. I clung to her tightly, lovingly, rocking her through it. I kissed her reddened, sweet cheek once she eased onto the bed next to me and stared up at the ceiling, trying to breathe. After a brief moment of rest, Lindsay turned her head on the mattress and smiled at me. "I love you, Trish." "I love you too, baby." Lindsay squealed with a mixture of surprise and delight as Jeremy literally swooped in out of nowhere and swept her up into his arms. Jeremy cradled Lindsay like a small child, kissing her madly, then carried her over to the desk and promptly deposited her onto it. Lindsay's blue eyes were wide, bulging with desire. Already on a mission of her own, she pulled the black shirt over Jeremy's head, revealing his bare, rippling chest. I licked my lips at the mere sight. Jeremy took a moment to stare in awe at the picturesque visual of Lindsay in all her naked glory, her smallish, taut breasts rising and falling with every breath. Then, Jeremy stepped forward and kissed Lindsay once again. His hands sought out her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. He cupped and squeezed her breasts, jiggling them about. Lindsay undid Jeremy's belt and whipped it off in a hurry, then unbuttoned his trousers and slipped her hands underneath the fabric, kneading and massaging his hips. Jeremy moved back and again stared at Lindsay, He now placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her passionately. "I want you," Lindsay whispered against his mouth. "Now." Jeremy nodded, meeting Lindsay's eyes. He lifted her from the desk and returned her to the bed. Jeremy disposed of his trousers and briefs, then was on top of Lindsay as she squirmed and writhed upon the mattress directly next to me. They kissed in a hot, twisted tangle of lips and tongues until I reached out and caressed Jeremy's shoulder. He looked over at me, his expression smoldering, then skimmed a hand from my neck through my cleavage, all the way to my stomach. A knowing smile flashed across Jeremy's face as I sucked in a breath in response to his delicate touch. I held his hand at my stomach, my smile even wider. Lindsay was vibrating with desire beneath Jeremy. He returned his attention to her (rightfully so, I may add) and trailed his lips and tongue down her torso. He placed a slow kiss on the inside of her thigh that had Lindsay closing her eyes in utter surrender. "Jeremy..." she whispered. Jeremy raised his head and darted upward for a kiss. It was slow, languid and thorough. He brought his knee between Lindsay's thighs and applied pressure, wringing a gasp from her as the kiss soon became rough and demanding. "I've got you," Jeremy promised her, again moving slowly down her body. He parted Lindsay's thighs and used his tongue to lick her most tender part, sending a powerful jolt of electricity shooting all throughout her. Lindsay squeezed the sheets in her hands, knotting them furiously. "Oh God, Jeremy..." As Jeremy made good on his promise, Lindsay turned her face toward me on the mattress. I could tell that the onslaught of pleasurable sensation was too much for her to handle. Way too much. She was gone, elsewhere, someplace else. Jeremy held her physical body in place, moving his tongue in tantalizing circles as Lindsay's passion continued to climb. She moved her hips helplessly against Jeremy's mouth, giving herself to him. And then at one final swipe of Jeremy's hot, skilled tongue, Lindsay cried out his name and arched against his mouth. The passion came over her all at once, a tidal wave of desire she was helpless to resist. Lindsay shuddered and held on because it was all she could do. Her release was simply amazing. It was, in a word, Heaven. Absolute Heaven. Lindsay lost her faculties for a moment, but when she crested down and back to reality, Jeremy was placing soft kisses on the underside of her breasts and peeking up at her with those kind and considerate brown eyes of his. "You're beautiful," Jeremy told her quietly, shaking his head. He traced the curve of Lindsay's jaw. She tried to speak, but her voice must have gotten caught somewhere within her throat. Instead, she smiled to let him know that she had heard him, that his words meant something special to her. Cradling Jeremy's face, Lindsay placed a soft kiss upon his lips and slid a hand between his legs. She closed her eyes at what she found there and stroked steadily. Back and forth across his hardness. Slow and even. Nice and steady. Jeremy moaned in response to being touched. He closed his own eyes in rapture as Lindsay continued the brisk movement. Back and forth. Teasing just enough. When Jeremy groaned again, Lindsay tightened her grip on his erection, while moving her thumb across the underside of its tip. Jeremy's breath became more and more shallow with each and every second that ticked by. Lindsay slid down the bed and trailed her tongue over and across his pectoral muscles, her fingers and lips working in perfect tandem. Jeremy even squeezed Lindsay's wrist in urgency, wanting culmination. "Not yet," she murmured. "I want you inside me first." Jeremy positioned himself between Lindsay's outstretched thighs in the blink of an eye and plunged himself hard and fast into her. He began to buck his hips and thrust away, moving his hands across every inch of Lindsay's body, taking away just as quickly as she gave, until he was in a rather desperate state, turned on and throbbing, and needing release. A powerful orgasm shot through Jeremy's body as he pressed against Lindsay. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he nearly passed out as the blissful sensations rocked not only his body, but also his world. He filled her womb with his sweet nectar, satisfying her completely. Jeremy eventually shook his head and began to level out. These two were a force; Lindsay and Jeremy, together like this, and on a mission that took far more precedence than anything personal for either of them. "I'm so happy for you," Lindsay grinned in the aftermath, reaching out and idly tracing a fingertip across my stomach. Silence lingered as her breathing returned to normal. "Oh God, Trish... your baby is going to be so lucky to have you as her mom! I'll be there with you every step of the way." I wrapped Lindsay up into my arms and hugged her from behind, placing a kiss upon her shoulder blade. "You're going to be pregnant very soon yourself, honey," I assured her, "if you are not already. I promise you that." "We can have three-somes with Jeremy and bop his face between our big bellies!" she suggested, giggling merrily. Jeremy let out a low, guttural groan at the mere thought! Jeremy was one of those guys who found pregnant women to be absolutely radiant and breathtaking. He may never admit it, but I truly believe that his ultimate fantasy is having all seven of us pregnant at the same time. Even better, all seven of us in the later stages of pregnancy together, with full, bulging baby bumps to go along with it. Jeremy would not know what to do; he would be beside himself in ecstasy! Chuckling gently, I focused on Jeremy and smiled at him. His body was still experiencing shakes and tremors from his hot, forceful coupling with Lindsay. I tucked my chin over her shoulder and found Jeremy's lips for a sweet and loving kiss. Lindsay, in turn, turned her face and splayed both my cheek and Jeremy's with a singing serenade of kisses. "I think you already are pregnant," Jeremy told Lindsay, his tone breathless. "You... have to be. After all the time you and I have spent together recently, you have... to be." Lindsay made a face and mewed, "I take a pregnancy test every single day, and it always comes up negative!" "Give it time," Jeremy whispered, stroking her forehead. "It's not going to be positive right away." I grinned at Lindsay and kissed the back of her neck. "Jeremy got you pregnant on the island, honey. It may take a week or two, but you'll find out soon. I know he did!" "Hmmmmm," Lindsay moaned, perhaps daydreaming momentarily. "How incredibly AWESOME would it be if Jeremy actually did get me pregnant while we were on the island? What better place for me to conceive my first child than the island, where I met and fell in love with all of you?" "Everyone except Scarlett," Jeremy corrected her. This is one of the prime examples of why I love our family so much, and everything about it. I finally came forth with my pregnancy announcement today after keeping it a secret since Thursday, and everyone agreed to sacrifice and allow Jeremy and I to spend the evening by ourselves (everyone, that is, except for Lindsay). I truly did deserve some one-on-one time with Jeremy for a private celebration of sorts, but accepting Lindsay and allowing to be a part only heightened our night and made everything all the more better. Trust me, I would have Jeremy to myself soon enough. What made our family so unique and special is that truth be told, any of the other ladies could have taken Lindsay's place, and Jeremy and I would have just as much fun. How about Kristanna? She truly was the grand matriarch of our family and I owed nearly everything to her. I have a wonderful life and a baby growing inside of me right now, and Kristanna is a major reason why. I want to get my hands on Kristanna so badly, and thank her through the act of _worship_. Yes, full-on, blistering, hot... body worship. What if Pamela asked to spend the night with us instead of Lindsay? Pamela is such a sweetheart and I always feel the need to do something special for her. Perhaps a full body oil massage, followed by a romantic bubble bath? Certainly, the evening Jeremy and I had together would have been no less memorable if it had been Pamela with us instead of Lindsay. The same could be said for Devon and Scarlett as well. Amy? Oh, I am quite certain that Jeremy would be chomping at the bit to get his hands on his two pregnant brides at the same time! It would be an epic evening, too. See, that is the thing. It is the key. We are a team! I can fall asleep tonight knowing that all of the other girls are genuinely happy for me, and do not harbor even an ounce of jealousy or resentment that Jeremy spent the evening with me (and Lindsay) instead of them. Our group simply does not operate that way. It is amazing, really. All eight of us, each with different desires and needs, different thoughts and personality quirks, yet ultimately the same common, unselfish goal... keeping each other happy. That's what a family is supposed to be for, right? <<<- End of Chapter 13 ->>> P.S. // No cocks were exploded in the writing of this chapter! I PROMISE! ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 4: Paradise" (c) 2015 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!