This was good as I was already 5'9 and didn't really want to be much taller anyway. I slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and decided not to... wake my parents as I made my way to the bar for a quiet drink. I sat myself on a bar stool at the side of the pool and glanced around noticing several young girls around my age. Most boys would be looking at bodies I am sure but for me it was the cut of her bikini, the way she had her hair, the sarong she was slipping on.I was envious of all of. The Stensons continued this tradition until Rebecca passed away of cervical cancer at age forty-five. At that point there were ninety-three of them living on the compound. The three oldest boys, Hank Jr., Ryan, and Jamie were now thirty-two, thirty-one and thirty. They had each fathered over twenty children with their sisters. All of Rebeccas children had had children, and now it was time to start breeding their children, Hanks grandchildren. Hank Jr., the head of the family, was just as. I came up with the network idea. It made sense with all the international commerce. Privileged men letting off steam able to afford the best. Why not interconnect everything?”“And the Prince and his harem?”“A pool.”“Are there other pools?”“Yes Joe, though not as ... imprisoning.”“The tour guides.”“Designed like a geisha house.”“Where else?”“There’s an offshoot of the geisha house in Vancouver. The guy whose house we’ll be staying at runs it. And a smaller group of girls in Waikiki. His sister. He quickly got undress and put me in missionary position. “Relax alright, it’s going to hurt for a bit but you should be able to get used to it.” He whispered softly. His voice was sweet like honey. Zeke’s body hovered over mine. He began to kiss my neck and as soon as he got to my chin I kissed him full on the lips. I relaxed Zeke began to thrust his cock inside. I felt my pussy ripped and winced to the pain. I whimpered softly and tears stung my eyes. Zeke whispered in my ear. “Shhhh…its.