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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 16: "Jackpot"
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              -*-  Friday, June 12, 2015  -*-
                -*-  Sandvika, Norway  -*-


   Kaden slept in his favorite position, on his tummy, with
his little blanket and teddy bear in close proximity.  I
smiled at the mere sight of him in his crib, then gently
caressed his little face and head.  Sensing my touch, Kaden
stirred.  I picked up the sleepy bundle and held him close,
relishing the feel of my 10 month old son against my heart.
   Kaden had Kristanna's eyes.  That was good, because the
more he looked like her - and the less like me - the better
off Kaden would be in the long run!  In all seriousness,
Kaden resembled his mother in several ways.
   Kristanna was visiting her own mother and father on the
opposite end of the sprawling, 300-acre farm that our family
shared with them.  Pamela went out somewhere with Amy and
took Piper with them, so I was left in charge of Kaden.  It
was 11:30am and Kristanna, his doting mother, wanted to keep
him on the strictest of routines.  It was time to rouse him
from his morning nap and change his diaper.
   Over the past month (and with our pediatrician's approval),
Kristanna and I had introduced fresh seafood into Kaden's
regular diet twice a week.  He seemed to enjoy flounder the 
most.  It was very low in mercury and easy for his system to 
digest.  Thus, she had left me a recipe for his lunch.
   I baked one small flounder fillet and then diced it up
into pieces.  I tossed it into a bowl and mixed it with a
tiny amount of peas, carrots and potatoes (all mashed),
along with a small helping of milk and salt, and melted
butter.  I swirled it up with a spoon and tossed in some
fresh noodles for good measure (my own touch!).
   "A finger food meal fit for a king," I announced with a
smile, setting the warm plate down in front of him at the
precise time of 12:00pm (again, Kristanna's schedule).
Kaden's eyes had been on me the entire time I prepared his
meal; he was hungry, bouncing about in his high chair.  He
immediately popped two peas, then worked on a single noodle.
   "I can't believe you're not going to be there," Lindsay
said to Trish as both ladies casually made their way into
the kitchen.  When they noticed that Kaden and I were at the
table, Lindsay turned toward me momentarily and greeted in a
very strange, bizaare tone, "Oh... hi there, Jeremy!"
   She immediately switched her focus to Kaden, though, and
darted over to him.  "Good afternoon, handsome!  Is that
lunch?  Is that your LUNCH?  Hmmmmm... it looks SOOOOO yummy!"
Lindsay pointed at a carrot fragment.  "Can you eat that for
me?"  She made a silly face at him.  "You don't want me to
eat it, do you?  I'm gonna steal your carrot if you don't
eat it first!"  Kaden gave Lindsay his best _scrunchy_ face
in return, but then pawed the carrot and swallowed it down.
"Yayyyyy!" Lindsay swooned at him.  "That's a good boy!"
Kaden squealed in utter delight at Lindsay and her positive
vibrations, his arms flailing about wildly.
   "I love you!" she chirped at him, looking deep into his
eyes and kissing his forehead.  "I love you so much!  C'mon
now, sweetie... eat some more!  Eat some more for me!"
   Trish was already perched upon my lap with my arm around
her waistline, my hand across her stomach.  Of course, Trish
had just informed me a mere four days ago that she was
pregnant with our first child.  It was going to be my fourth
overall, but my first with her.  I was still reeling from the
news (and overcome with both happiness and delight).  Nestled
all nice and snug on my lap, Trish gave me a simple, romantic
kiss and waited for Lindsay to finish with Kaden.
   "Who am I going to run heists with?" Lindsay asked Trish,
apparently (?) picking up their discussion where it left off
seconds ago as they first entered the kitchen.  "You and me,
and Alison.  The three of us make such a good crime team.
We are the _Three Hellions of Fear_ of San Andreas."  Alison?
Lindsay's younger sister from Ohio, Alison?  The three of
them ran heists together?  San Andreas?  A crime team?  Huh?
   "It's just one Friday night that I'm going to miss, baby,"
Trish assured her.  "I really need to get my hair done and
tonight at 5:30 is the only appointment Amalie had available
on her schedule at the salon until late next week."
   "It won't be the same without you!" Lindsay pouted.
   "You're being a little over-dramatic."
   "I am not," Lindsay insisted, blinking back at her.
   "Okay, no.  Don't you dare shoot me those Bambi eyes.
You know I can't stand them, nor is it fair."
   Lindsay exhaled deeply.  "Fine.  No Bambi impersonations,
but now I'm so depressed.  We came SO CLOSE to breaking that
dude out of jail the other night and getting away from the
cops.  I thought for sure we would get it tonight!"  She 
sighed yet again.  "Alison is gonna be so disappointed."
   "We'd have completed that heist if you knew how to drive."
   "Hey!" Lindsay fired back at her.
   "What in the HECK are you two talking about?" I had to
interject, as Kaden chortled at the sudden change in my tone.
   "_Grand Theft Auto_!" Lindsay beamed in response.  Ahhhhh 
yes, of course... video games.  One of Trish and Lindsay's 
favorite past-times together.  In _Grand Theft Auto_, gamers
went online into a virtual world with others and could assume 
the role of a mastermind criminal.  They could team up and run
difficult heists for great rewards, or take turns killing each 
other off during turf wars.  And so many other things, too, 
such as stealing cars and boats and using them to race.  Oh, 
the game had strip clubs too.  And nude dancers inside them.
   "You know every Friday night at five o'clock sharp, I play
_Grand Theft Auto_ with Trish and Alison," Lindsay reminded
me.  "Now we missed it the past few weeks because we were in
Canada, and then the island.  I was SO looking forward to
tonight.  Alison was, too!"  Lindsay pouted again, but I could
sense that she had some playfulness in her complaining.  "But 
then Trish goes and has to get a hair appointment right in the
middle of Friday night gaming time!  Screw her hairdresser!"
   "Can't you just play the game once she gets back?"
   Lindsay peered at me as if I was clueless.  "Ummmmm...
hello?  There is a six hour time difference between Norway
and Ohio.  Alison has to work two to ten tonight, which
means by eight o'clock Norway time, she will be gone.  I
wonder if Trish will even be home by then!"
   Trish thought on this, trying to find a proper solution.
"I'm sure you and I can find out when Alison is going to be
available this weekend, honey, and hook up online with her."
   "We can do that whenever we want," Lindsay squealed.  "But
we ALWAYS do our Friday gaming night with Alison, unless we're
on vacation elsewhere like the past few weeks."  Lindsay
snagged an apple from the bowl on the counter and flung her
long-flowing blonde tresses behind her shoulder theatrically.
"Oh, this is so unright of you, Trish."
   "You know I needed to get my hair done three weeks ago,"
Trish reminded her.  "It's out of control now.  I really need
to get in and see Amalie as soon as possible."
   "I get it.  Just makes me sad," Lindsay frowned.  And she
really did look the saddest of the sad.  So, Lindsay turned
to Kaden for comfort and nudged her nose against his.  "Can
you give me a kiss, wild man, and make me feel better?"
Seconds later, Lindsay was beaming once the deed was done.
   "I'll make it up to you, honey," Trish promised her.
   "Maybe I should bake cookies," Lindsay theorized out loud.
"If I bake cookies, will you change your mind and cancel your
salon appointment, Trish?  You can't resist my cookies."
   "NO ONE on the planet could possibly resist YOUR cookies,"
Trish countered.  Somehow, I knew the term encompassed much
more right now than your typical chocolate chip delight.
   Lindsay passed Trish a look, yet still embraced her.  "It's
wrong.  It's backward, actually, that you're flaking out on me
and Alison after we came so close to completing that heist the
other night.  If I could be frank, you and your wild mane of
brown hair, my lovely bride, can wait until next week."
   "If you're Frank, then who do I get to be?"
   Lindsay glared back at Trish, but grinned.  "Funny.  You
are a funny, flake-out-on-your-wife sort of girl."
   Trish stood up from my lap and announced, "If you will
excuse me, I'm going to go find Devon and stare at her for
awhile because she is so gorgeous, and I could never get
enough of that.  Else, if I stay, Lindsay may just force me
to change my mind about my appointment tonight."
   Trish tickled Kaden's belly with a finger and serenaded
him with kisses, then held my hand and smiled at me while
slowly backing away.  Once our mutual grip was broken, Trish
turned and exited the kitchen, a bounce in her step.
   "Tell Devon that she's hot for me!" Lindsay called out.
   "You're not mad at Trish about tonight, are you?"
   Lindsay gave me a face.  "Psssssh.  Of course not.  I was
just playing with her, teasing her, you know?"  Lindsay came
over and settled down upon my lap.  "Besides, Trish will
cancel the hair appointment.  I know she will.  There is no
possible way that Trish would miss our Friday night gaming
night after not having it for the past three weeks."
   "Do I get to taste your cookies?"
   Lindsay giggled and hooked her arms around my neck and
shoulders.  "You can taste my cookies whenever you want,
Jeremy."  Lindsay's mouth quickly covered mine for a kiss 
with a desire and admiration that I surely hoped would last 
forever.  I had one hand on her knee and the other around 
her back.  I reeled my young wife in closer, relishing the 
feel of her supple curves upon my body.
   Once our kiss ended, Lindsay turned and smiled at Kaden.
"How.  Come.  You're.  So.  Cute!"  She spaced each word out
for dramatic effect.  "How come you're so cute?"  Kaden
laughed and blew baby bubbles as he held a piece of flounder
in his hand.  He became hysterical, though, once Lindsay
took a heavy clump of her hair and brushed it back and forth
across his face.  "Oh, he likes that!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"How.  Come.  You're.  So.  Cute!"
   The interactions that Lindsay had with Kaden, as well as
Piper, were always pure magic to me.  I know it has been
mentioned many times before, but Lindsay wanted to become a
mother herself in the worst way possible.  She was so good to
Kaden and Piper, and both of them adored her beyond belief.
Whenever I saw Lindsay with one of them, or even both at the
same time, I could not stop thinking about what an excellent
mother she was going to be one day.  Of course, I had to get
her pregnant first.  The process was still ongoing.
   Needless to say, Lindsay also looked fabulous right now.
She tied her hair into a ponytail as I watched her, and with
a white t-shirt and little blue hoodie, her eyes popped with
amazing color.  The rip in her jeans was customary and thereby
quite appealing.  Kind of like her signature.  Lindsay looked
fresh-faced.  Youthful.  Beautiful.  But then again, she
always looked beautiful.  She was, after all, Lindsay.
   Something out of the ordinary, however, was that Lindsay
had the design of a red heart - a glitter tattoo - on her
left cheek.  It was temporary, of course, but I had never
seen any stenciled art on her like this before.   I realized
that Lindsay was still quite young at age 20, but wasn't
glitter tattoos generally the type of thing that high school
cheerleaders put on to prepare for the big game?  Young girls
still in puberty enjoyed experimening with them, right?  I
never really associated them with adults.
   Even more unique, there were three silver stars - also
made of glitter - that went down her cheek and neck, to a
second heart on its side.  I stared at the designs for a few
seconds, wondering why she had decided upon this for today,
but ultimately chose not to acknowledge them.  Yet.
   Lindsay tried to steal a noodle from Kaden's plate, but he
caught her red-handed and gave her the evil glare.  "Uh oh!"
Lindsay giggled, placing it back where she found it.  "Kaden
is not in a sharing mood today!  Don't you know sharing is 
caring, Kaden?  Sharing is caring!" 
   Lindsay then turned her gaze back to me.  "I need to go to 
the store a little while later and pick a few things up.  You 
and Kaden want to come with me, or will Krissy be back home 
by then?  We can go after Kaden's three o'clock nap."
   "That depends," I grinned at her.  "Are you going to drive
the same way you do in _Grand Theft Auto_?  You know that I 
don't want Kaden to have any terrifying experiences."
   "No way.  I take my driving very seriously and I promise 
no bodily harm to either you or Kaden."
   "I'm going to hold you to that."
   "Well, Kaden only.  No bodily harm to him.  But you?"
   I nodded my head.  "And the truth comes out."
   "You like kisses!" Lindsay said to Kaden, planting five
quick ones on his chin.  "Oh, that's not a face to show you
like kisses."  She tried again with five more.  "There we go!
Oh... you seem tired.  Daddy wake you from your nap before
you wanted?  Oh... but you have to eat, Kaden.  You have to
eat so you can grow up and be big and strong!"
   God, I loved Lindsay.  She was so adorable right now.  I
tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her there.
I could not wait until she had a child of her own!
   "Well, since my baby left me," Lindsay broke out into
musical song, her voice as deep as could be.  "Well, I found
a new place to dwell!"  Kaden again squealed with delight
and even clapped his hands together in response.  "Well, it's
down at the end of Lonely Street.  At Heartbreak Hotel!"
   "Maybe you could get Kaden to play _Grand Theft Auto_ with
you," I suggested.
   "He'd probably be better at it than you," Lindsay told me.
"You flat-out suck at it."
   "WOW..." I chuckled in response.  "Wow, honey.  So cruel."
   "I killed you 34 times in a row that one night."
   "I rarely play those games with you and Trish!" I said,
trying to defend what little dignity I had left.  "It's not 
like I have a whole lot of practice in them, you know."
   Wanting to get another rise out of Kaden, Lindsay went into
deep verse yet again with her voice.  "Well now, if your baby
leaves you.  And you have a sad tale to tell.  Just take a walk
down Lonely Street.  To Heartbreak Hotel!"  Lindsay flipped the
end of her ponytail over his face, squeaking, "You would never
leave me.  Would you, Kaden?"  She hugged him to her, adding,
"I'm never going to let this baby leave me!"
   "What is that for?" I finally asked Lindsay, unable to hold 
it in any longer.  I was pointing toward the red, heart-shaped 
glitter tattoo on Lindsay's left cheek.  For some strange, odd 
reason, its idea and allure had grown on me over the past 
minute or so.  I really liked the look of it on Lindsay.
   "Oh, this?" Lindsay casually smiled, dabbing at her cheek
with a trio of fingers.  "I was wondering when you were going
to ask about it, Jeremy.  What is it?  It's a treasure map!"
   "A... treasure map?"  I was confused again.
   "Yeah, a treasure map!  You have to follow the map and, at
the end, you will find a nice, big treasure!  A pirate's
prized booty, I tell you!"  Lindsay shifted her hoodie jacket
down her shoulders slightly, then peeled back the collar of
her white t-shirt.  The heart on her cheek was connected to
the one on her neck by three glittery stars.  Below it, a red
heart was on her collarbone which had been previously covered,
and had three more stars trailing to the other side.
   "Ahhhhh, I get it."  Yes, the light bulb finally popped on
above my head.  "If I follow the trail of hearts, I find the
treasure.  But what treasure?"  The trail began on her face
and seemed to continue on beneath her t-shirt.  Hmmmmm.  That
could only mean one thing, right?  Lindsay's pussy was the
treasure?  Were these glitter tattoos a very elaborate and
creative way of Lindsay asking me to perform oral sex on her?
What else could this so-called _treasure_ be?
   "You want to find out what the treasure is?" she asked,
her voice suddenly all steamy and seductive.  I was caught
off-guard, not prepared for it in the slightest.  But her 
voice gave it away.  Yes, she wanted oral sex.
   "Honey, we can't do anything like that in front of the
baby," I admonished her.
   "Let's go to the next room so you can go treasure hunting,"
she suggested, motioning toward the den.
   "Trish and I will watch Kaden for you," Devon suddenly
chimed in from behind me.  I turned and found her and Trish
at the far entrance to the kitchen.   The expression upon
Devon's face told me that she was trying a conceal a massive
smile.  I got the impression that Devon and Trish had been
standing there a lot longer than they wanted me to believe.
   "C'mon Jeremy," Lindsay insisted, hopping off of my lap
and tugging at my arms.  "There might be a pot at the end of
the rainbow!"  As Devon came over and tended to Kaden, I gave
in and let Lindsay drag me off toward the den.  Oddly enough,
there was a big blanket in the middle of the floor.
   I tried to kiss Lindsay and get rid of her hoodie jacket,
but she slipped free of my grasp and scurried underneath the
heavy blanket in a hurry.  Giggling, she reclined upon the
floor and brought the blanket all the way up to her chin.
"Hold your horses there, buster," Lindsay advised me.  "I
know you want your treasure, but you need to take it slow.
She pointed at the glitter heart on the side of her face.
"You need to follow the trail and kiss each heart along the
way to prove that you love me.  And you need to take it SLOW."
Since when did Lindsay ever want sex or foreplay to be slow?
   Underneath the blanket, it was obvious that Lindsay was
shedding her clothes.  This was confirmed when she tossed
her hoodie, t-shirt and even her bra out and elsewhere on
the floor.  Still, she kept the blanket up to her chin and
again tapped the side of her face.  "C'mon, baby... come
claim your treasure!"

   Well, this was different.

   Regardless, I dropped down to the floor beside her and
moved my lips toward the temporary heart tattoo on her face.
"Remember, GO SLOW," she told me and I did, gently kissing
the design and even lingering there for several seconds.  I
then followed the silvery trail and offered the heart on her
neck the same treatment.  At the same time, Lindsay nudged
the blanket down until her shoulders were exposed.
   "Don't you dare touch this cover," she warned me.  "I'm
the only one allowed to move the cover."  Lindsay giggled as
I kissed the heart on her collarbone.  "Oh, I like that."
I went below her neck to the opposite shoulder, then to the
center of her chest.  Lindsay accommodated me by gliding the
top of the blanket just beneath her breasts, fully exposing
them.  Ahhhhh, the good stuff.  There was a heart next to
each nipple and a trail with two more in her scrumptious,
humble cleavage.  I paid extra special attention to the heart
on each breast, slurping and sucking her nipples for good
measure.  Hmmmmm... perhaps a slow treasure hunting game
wasn't such a silly idea after all, huh?
   Following the stars, I went through her cleavage.  Lindsay
was quickly becoming aroused as not only did I kiss both
hearts, but I slid my tongue between them with slow, languid
swipes.  I could hear her actual heart thumping within her 
chest.  She nudged the cover downward again, exposing a heart
design at the very top of her flat, toned belly.  I kissed it
and the trail ventured off to the side.  How much longer
before I found the treasure?  How much longer before I had my
lips and tongue buried in her womanly delights?  Hell, my 
entire face?  My cock was getting hard with anticipation!
   "You're doing a good job, and you've been behaving," 
Lindsay praised me, before gliding the blanket down to her
waistline.  "I think it's time you claim your treasure."
   The heart on her side, near where her kidney was, had a
trail of silver stars which led to the very center of her 
stomach.  Instead of a heart, however, I found a single, 
four-letter word spelled out with yellow and blue glitter
there.  And it hit me like a ton of bricks.
   "Baby?" I said, rattling off what I saw.  "Baby?"  Indeed,
in big, bold letters, it read _Baby_ across her abdomen.  "OH
MY GOD!" I screamed as I glanced up and noticed that Lindsay
now had tears welling up in her eyes.  "OH... MY GOD!  Lindsay!
YOU'RE PREGNANT?  This is so great!  YOU'RE PREGNANT!"
   "I am!" Lindsay cried out in total euphoria, tossing her
arms around me as I moved up to meet her.  "I'm finally gonna 
be a mom!  I'm gonna be a MOM!"
   I heard crying in the background, only to look up and
notice Devon and Trish again watching us.  This time, however,
Trish had Kaden in her arms, his eyes facing away from us, and
Devon had her tablet out and was obviously filming the news.
Trish looked so happy; she could not control her emotions at
all.  It would be next to impossible to rip the smile from
Devon's face.  Obviously, they found out well before I did.
   "Oh my God," I repeated over and over as Lindsay first sat
in my lap, then wrapped her legs around my torso and squeezed
as tight as she could.  Her arms were equally tight around my
neck and shoulders, a constant stream of happy giggles and
joyful sobs coming from her mouth.  "Oh my God.  Oh my God!"
   Overcome with emotion, Lindsay pulled away and held up
three home pregnancy test strips before my eyes.  Each of
them had two lines on them instead of one, signifying a
positive result.  She then broke down crying and gave me
another bear hug as the realization hit me that now, baby
number five was on the way!
   Just four days ago, Trish told me that she was pregnant
herself!  And now this?  Twice in the same week from two
different wives?  Amy was less than two months away from 
giving birth to Dani Grace?  OH MY GOD!
   "Can you believe it?" Lindsay laughed and cried at me.
   "No!  When did you find out?"
   "Last night!  I came home from church and..."
   "No way!" I interjected, elated myself.  "You knew since
last night and didn't even tell me until now?"
   "You and Amy spent last night on Kalvøya Island and did
not even get home until two hours ago," she reminded me.  "I
almost called and told you last night, but I wanted to do
it in person.  I also wanted it to be special!  So Trish
helped me come up with the idea of the glitter hearts and
the treasure map.  Throw you off track a bit!  We also made
up the whole story about Trish flaking out on me and my
sister about _Grand Theft Auto_ and her hair appointment.
We wanted to add some spice to our elaborate scheme!"
   "No way..."
   "You should know, Jeremy, that I would NEVER choose 
anything over spending time with Lindsay!" Trish mewed.
   "Last night, I came home from church and decided that I
was gonna take a test, but I fully expected it to come up
negative," Lindsay explained, tears running down her face.  
"I looked up two minutes later, though, and it had two 
lines... and I like totally freaked out.  All of the others 
heard me and came rushing in, wondering what was wrong, but 
then I showed them the strip and they started screaming too!  
I took another test an hour later and then a third this 
morning.  They both came up positive, too!"
   Perhaps my own signature in life was placing my right
hand upon the belly of a pregnant wife and simply holding
it there.  I was not even aware that my hand had somehow
involuntarily found its way to Lindsay's abdomen.  When it
did, though, she let out a wild shriek of pure emotion and
temporarily covered her face with both hands.
   How many times had Lindsay watched me do this to the
others, such as Kristanna, Pamela and Amy, even Trish this
week, and secretly wish that it was her instead?  Now, her
time was at hand.  Her stomach was going to be the object of
my attention quite a bit from now on.  And you know what?
Lindsay better get used to it!
   "Come here!" Lindsay demanded of Trish, motioning for her
with both arms.  Trish was a total wreck now, overcome with
joy herself, as she hurried over and dropped down to her knees
just beside us.  I checked on Kaden and his whereabouts; he
was with Devon now, who continued to film our every move with
her tablet.  Lindsay hugged me with one arm and Trish with the
other, then pulled us both together and it quickly turned into
a three-way embrace.  Lindsay began to bounce and vibrate upon
us in jubilation.  I even began to cry myself.  The emotion of
the moment and everything about it was too much to handle.
   "This is what we wanted all along!" Trish wailed at
Lindsay.  "We get to be pregnant at the same time!"
   "We found out so close together, our babies may even be
born on the same day!" Lindsay giggled.  "In the same room!"
   "Oh dear God, that would be awesome!" Trish bawled.
   "We're having a family celebration tonight!" Lindsay
exclaimed.  "I want to tell my mom and all of my sisters
over web-cam.  I want to see their faces when I tell them!"
She tossed both arms around me one more time and squeezed
tightly.  "I love you, Jeremy!  Thank you!  Thank you!  We
did it... WE'RE PREGNANT!  I love you so much!"
   I honestly did not know what made me happier.  Was it the
fact that I had yet another child on the way, or that finally,
after half a year of trying, Lindsay was pregnant?  She had
waited her entire life for this moment, and now it was here.
   The answer to my question suddenly became crystal-clear.
The look on Lindsay's face was so genuine, and priceless.
She was happier now than I had ever seen her before.
   And that, in turn, made me happier than ever before...



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