Up on deck of his yacht Han surveyed the coastline with the same ice blue Aryan eyes that had undressed and seduced a thousand women. Leaning back he draped one arm lazily across the blue and gold upholstery as he swirled his whiskey on the rocks.
It was a beautiful evening and up ahead the lights on the island were beginning to twinkle. But his enjoyment of the moment was sullied by the knowledge that this was probably going to be his worst birthday yet. Best that he accept it now rather than later he decided. Instead of the typical hedonistic celebrations he usually opted for he’d agreed to meet his younger brother who for some strange reason insisted on going out for birthday drinks this year. Han had been under the impression he didn’t drink alcohol but was glad to find that he was wrong. As a rule the two of them rarely saw each other what with Han’s high flying lifestyle and Leo’s aversion for all things conventional. But just for once things looked as though they may turn out a little differently than he expected.
“Good to see you!” cried Leo as Han stepped up and out of the launch. Han stood awkwardly as Leo clapped him ecstatically on the back. He grinned in spite of himself realising that it actually felt good to see his brother again.
“So what’s the story then Leo? What have you got planned for us?” said Han rubbing his hands together wickedly. “Strippers? A visit to some back alley brothel? Some good quality dope?”
He said this in a light hearted way but when Leo’s eyes momentarily lost their sparkle he knew he’d taken it as a jibe; a poke at his simplistic, bohemian lifestyle.
“I think it’s important that we mark your thirtieth birthday together. What we do or do not do is irrelevant,” answered Leo solemnly.
Han eyed his brother’s overgrown sideburns, wispy blonde hair braid and unbuttoned steel grey Kaftan doing his best not to roll his eyes. His chest was bare underneath.
God! He sounded like fucking Yoda! And how the hell had he gotten a body like that anyhow?
It was like something from the movies. All chiselled and golden and without a single hair. For a few seconds jealousy twisted his mouth but was quickly banished when Han reminded himself just how many digits there were in his bank balance.
He smirked to himself and followed Leo to his beat up old Chevy truck. He had half expected to find a donkey saddled up and waiting.
“So where are we going?” Han asked once more as they navigated a heavily pot holed road.
“I told you. We’re going for drinks.”
“So you do mean alcohol?” said Han in disbelief.
“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” Leo answered, swerving to miss an old man with his goat.
“Because you don’t drink. Well at least I thought you didn’t…”
“I only imbibe alcoholic drinks if they have health benefits,” replied Leo looking deadly serious.
“Health benefits!” snorted Han. “There are no health benefits to drinking bud. You just ask my liver.”
“Maybe you haven’t found the right tipple then,” said Leo pulling up outside a quaint little bar.
Paper lanterns hung from the trees and incense impregnated candles filled the air with their musky scent. From unseen speakers a woman sang in a softly lilting language unknown to Han and a river burbled close by as if in accompaniment.
Taking a seat beneath a palm tree the two brothers beckoned the bar man to their table.
“I have no idea what to order so I’ll happily to leave it to you,” smiled Han magnanimously.
Leo nodded and with perfect fluency ordered them drinks in the native tongue. Not long after the man reappeared with a tray bearing multiple shot glasses of unnamed alcohol and a bowl piled high with plantain chips, a basket of miniature flat breads and some sort of rice dish.
Without skipping a beat Han reached out and grabbed a shot glass of eye watering grog.
“No, no!” said Leo. “You must eat first. Else your stomach may bleed.”
“What the fuck?” cried Han holding out the drink as though it were poison, which indeed it was in a manner of speaking.
“There’s nothing to worry about as long as you eat first,” said Leo reassuringly.
“Oh. Ok,” said Han. Dubiously he took a bite of bread. “What is that stuff anyhow?”
“It’s called Qo long ti. It’s a traditional drink made from venomous snakes and tree sap. Extremely good for the blood, eyesight… and sex drive,” added Leo with a wink.
“Wo, wo, woah!” said Han holding up his hand. “Snakes? You expect me to drink snake poison vodka? No way!”
“It’s not that bad. It’s actually nicer than vodka,” Leo said swallowing his first shot. “And trust me. Where we’re going shortly you’ll be glad of every little drop.”
“What does that mean?” mumbled Han, his mouth full of coconut rice.
“You’ll see,” muttered Leo knocking back his second shot.
Several shots later Leo announced it was time to go and after settling their bill the two brothers made their way along the dark road agreeing that they would pick up the car the next day.
“So where we going now?” asked Han slurring his words slightly. “And how come you didn’t sing happy birthday to me yet?”
Leo laughed and pointed to the house just ahead of them. A young woman stood waiting on the front porch.
“Maybe I’ll sing later,” he said. “That’s where we’re going. We’re going to take part in a little yoga. Vivistra Kama to be exact.”
Han said nothing. This was just what he’d come to expect from Leo. Eccentric to the last. He followed him up the garden path in silence shaking his head at the evening’s unfortunate lack of strippers.
Once inside the girl at the door directed them to a large room at the back of the house where the floor was covered with thick spongy matting. A line of four girls followed them in, each wearing a silver kimono style robe. Along the walls flickering candles threw down their amber light from wrought iron sconces. The warm glow made the girls appear even more beautiful; if that was even possible. They were all stunning.
To Han however, one stood out dramatically from the rest. She was simply exquisite, with catlike eyes framed by thick long lashes. She moved with cat like grace too as though she belonged somewhere out on the savannah stalking prey. Her skin was a smooth deep mahogany and her hair the colour of polished jet. And her mouth! Oh God! Her mouth was something else. It was sensuously curved with a hint of amusement, her soft lips an alluring shade of dusky pink. They were parted fractionally, just enough for Han to get a glimpse of pure white teeth and the tip of the baby pink tongue that rested on them. For some reason it gave him a jolt of pleasure that took several minutes to dissipate.
Suddenly without warning they all slid off their robes and stood as naked as the day they were born before the men, gazing serenely ahead. Han’s mouth went dry.
“I thought we were doing yoga?” he whispered.
“Shhh…!” replied Leo frowning in annoyance.
From somewhere behind him subdued sensuous music began to play – and the girls began to move.
Leo motioned for Han to sit, so he sat cross legged and watched, utterly spellbound.
They stood in pairs and just in the optimal position for Leo and Han to see absolutely everything. He wondered absently if it was intentional.
The two on Han’s left fell back onto the mat and arched their backs, thrusting their pert breasts and toned abdomens into the air. Such was their flexibility it was no hardship to them at all to be in such awkward positions. In fact they lay there with their beautifully groomed vaginas on display for a full ten minutes as though it was the most natural thing in the world, in every possible way. It was all Han could do to restrain himself from leaning forward to suckle their exposed clits but he wasn’t sure that was allowed.
To the right of Han the other two were poised on one leg with the other raised so that their feet touched. The discipline involved in such a move was extraordinary but all Han could concentrate on was flesh. Soft, quivering, warm flesh. It was hard to know where to look first.
He wanted to touch. To jump up and smell their womanly scent, to lick, to fondle, probe and taste. He’d never seen women so beautiful or so flexible before. No matter how wide they held their legs apart it wasn’t wide enough for him. He was quietly going wild with lust and it was infuriating not being able to touch. He felt sure that if he could, he’d come in mere seconds; and when he did so it would be explosive.
He turned to see how Leo was faring and was surprised to see that he’d shed his clothes. A stab of envy shot through Han once again when he saw the breadth and length of his brother’s cock. He was pleasuring himself with long drawn out strokes as he eyed up the feline beauty in front of him.
What was going on here? thought Han. Were they actually going to have sex with these stunners? Han didn’t need much encouragement. He knew which one he wanted. As quickly as he could he removed his overly formal trousers and shirt, laying them on the floor. Then he removed his shoes.
All four girls had now taken up a mind blowing position that made his cock stand stiffly to attention. Two of the girls now fell backwards into the crab position – one on each mat, while another girl lay on top with her back resting on the others front. The girl on top parted her legs wide whilst wrapping her legs around the other girl’s to support them.
This meant that their pussy’s were merely inches away from each other and that in theory they could be banged one after the other in quick succession. It was a beautiful sight, but Han was bitterly disappointed when he saw that Leo had nabbed the feline beauty first and buried his face happily between her legs. She groaned and the girl beneath her held her smiled. Her turn would come, no doubt.
Not to be put off Han reached down and slipped a finger inside each of his girls, delighted to find them already wet and eager for his attention. They were surprisingly tight too. So he waggled his fingers and slipped them in and out lubing them up with their own juices, trying to decide which to enter first. By the time had finished little pearls of moisture ran down their open oysters and like any true connoisseur he could not resist a taste.
Gently he tongued first one then the other, making them whimper and moan till their legs trembled. The girl beneath could take no more and orgasmed loudly until her legs gave way suddenly dropping them both to the floor.
Undeterred they swapped places offering themselves up to his lewd ministrations. For a while he rubbed his engorged member in the sticky sweet wetness that trickled from their gaping holes.
They were so hot! Literally! He could feel the heat generated by their bodies washing over his bits, cocooning them in pure pleasure. Suddenly he slipped inside the bottom girl without even making a conscious decision to do so. He growled deeply in his throat. Her body clamped round him instantly willing him to empty his balls inside her.
He pulled back and thrust again grinding his pelvis into her to make sure he was in as far as he could go. Their two bodies were beneath him, utterly divine and ready to give themselves over to his personal pleasure. That thought almost drove him crazy and he thrust wildly into both. First one then the other until he shuddered and squirted copiously inside the one lying beneath. She moaned and moaned until she came spectacularly, curling her toes and clenching her kitten soft ass cheeks. When she was finally spent she looked about ready to fall so he withdrew reluctantly. But a string of fluid hung from his penis still connecting their bodies for a brief second.
He looked down at the two possibly four holes waiting to be filled and smiled deciding that he had now changed his mind. Leo knew how to buy a decent birthday present after all. It was just a pity that he had kept the best one for himself. But then again, there was always next year.