We stand in line outside the small building, waiting for our turn to check in. When we finally make it to the check-in desk, we are greeted by an older couple; they seem to be in their late 40's or early 50's. Both are well-tanned, and very fit. They greet us cheerfully, and obviously know my relatives.

"Victor! Helen!" the woman says eagerly. "It's so good to see you. And the kids as well." Then she sees me. Our eyes meet briefly. She smiles at me, licking her lips. "And who's this young stud you've brought with you?"

Helen laughs.

"This is our nephew, Nick. We're introducing him to the club. Nick, this is Agatha, and her husband, Ralph. They're among the few who actually live on the island year-round, and help to run the place."

"Nice to meet you, Nick," Ralph says, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you, too," I reply, shaking his hand firmly.

"I hope you don't plan on keeping him all to yourself, Helen," Agatha says, her eyes roaming over my body.

I decide to return the favor. I can't see below her waist because of the check-in desk, but what I can see looks pretty good. Her breasts are pretty large, but are still full and firm, and she obviously works out. Her brown hair is starting to turn grey, and she's getting some wrinkles, but she still looks incredibly sexy, especially to a horny teenager like me.

"So, do you like what you see?" Agatha asks me, noticing my gaze.

"I sure do!"

"Well then, we'll just have to get together some time."

Agatha leans over the desk and kisses me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. We passionately French kiss for several seconds.

"It's a date!" I say, feeling my cock start to stiffen.

Ralph laughs.

"Agatha, you're such a slut."

"I know; that's why you married me!"

"I guess you're right at that." Ralph turns and pulls a key from the rack behind the desk. "Here you go, Victor. Bungalow 14. Enjoy your stay."

"I'm sure we will," Victor says, taking the key. "Come along, everyone. Let's get our stuff put away so we can relax."

As we walk down the beach towards our bungalow, I try to take everything in, my gaze moving constantly back and forth. Somewhat to my surprise, not everyone is having sex (although there's definitely a lot of that going on as well). A group of people is playing volleyball on the beach, and I can see some people surfing just off the shore. Others are lying on the beach enjoying the sun. There are kids everywhere, as well. A couple are making a sand castle; several more are playing with a beach ball. What is hardest for me to take in, however, is the number of young kids having sex. They seem to be just as sexually active as the adults!

"As you can see," Victor says, breaking my chain of thought, "there is a lot to do here besides have sex. Admittedly, that is the main pastime of most of the people here, but everyone's got to take a break from sex some time, right? Besides, this way when we go home, we've actually done things we can tell our friends about!" Everyone laughs at this. "But seriously, there are a lot of great activities. You can go surfing, sailing, scuba diving; there are all kinds of sports activities, and there's all sorts of places to explore on the island. And remember, nothing is taboo, as long as everyone concerned is a willing participant, and no one gets hurt."

I'm a little nervous about the question I want to ask, but I finally just take a deep breath and ask it.

"What about the kids? I mean, do they need their parents' permission, or anything like that?"

Helen laughs at this.

"Oh, are we interested in some little girl pussy already?"

"N-n-no! I . . . I was just curious, that's all."

"No need to be embarrassed, Nick," Victor says with a laugh. "No, you don't need to get parents' permission. Children here have just as much right to enjoy themselves as adults do. Of course, we also educate the kids, so if you go for a girl that's too young, or whose parents don't want her having sex yet, she'll tell you so. So don't worry. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Forget all of the rules and inhibitions you learned from your parents; just do whatever makes you feel good."

"I think I can handle that."

"Good. Now here's our bungalow. Number 14."

Bungalow is certainly not an accurate description of this place. There is a row of identical buildings, each big enough to be a small house. The outsides are done in bamboo, to make them look like native huts (except I've never heard of a hut that was this big). Each has a large covered porch. The inside is fantastic. Two bedrooms, large living room, dining room, kitchen area. The bathroom is the most interesting room, however. It's very fancy, and very big. The bathtub will easily hold two or three people, and there's a separate shower that can easily fit two. I can just picture a long, hot bath with my two sexy cousins. I must admit - I'm impressed......(cont)