James spent the next fortnight arranging supplies, materials and manpower. He purchased two Toyota Landcruisers, each one equipped with a large trailer. He'd recruited a plumber and an electrician as the newest members of his core building team. Two of the guys drove the vehicles up to Johannesburg, while the rest of us went by plane. We met up at Lanseria Airport, and started our five day drive to Valinculos. If it wasn't for the vehicles and goods, we'd have flown to the recently upgraded Valinculos International Airport. Before 2011, it could only handle small charter aircraft, which are pretty expensive to book.
The trip was rough. The roads were in bad condition, and there sections of dry swamp that didn't even have roads. After battling heat, cramped conditions and sleeping in tents, we were overjoyed when we reached the town of Valinculos. Calling it a town is a stretch, considering the lack of infrastructure. There were no municipal buildings, supermarkets or chain stores. Goods were all sold by locals from small stalls at various open-air markets. A couple of restaurants and resorts owned by foreigners provided small points of civilization, including aircon and internet access via WiFi. Even with the mild inconvenience, the place was paradise in comparison to the cities and towns we'd journeyed through, including Johannesburg. What a dump that place has become.
We spent the next couple of days exploring and sightseeing. James, Beth and I stayed in a semi-completed house, along with five of the construction company guys. All the guys were in their late 20's, to early 30's. Beth and I spent the day wandering around the sandy white beaches, buying food and relaxing in the sun. The men went to sleep early in evenings, so that they could get as much done as possible in the early part of the day, before the heat and humidity made labor unpleasant. James promised to take the weekend off, and arranged for booze to be delivered for Saturday night.
Everyone in the house was getting time off that weekend, and we had a beach party, complete with a massive bonfire and music. James ran his sound system from an inverter, hooked up to one of the Land Cruisers. The house we stayed in wasn't fully complete; it was basically just the shell, no furniture or even main power. The plumbing was installed at least, but no hot water. We ran the lights and appliances from a diesel generator. They were in the process of installing solar cells, which would charge up enough to run the basics in the house, with the generator as back-up. As with most African countries, electricity was something of a luxury.
Beth and I cooked crabs that we'd bought that afternoon from some local fishermen, along with rice and veggies done in an iron pot over coals. We were quite well-organized with our fire, having one section for cooking, and the other section we kept burning for light and atmosphere.
By the time the sun went down, we'd all had a fair amount to drink and things were getting a little wild. Beth was pulling the moves on my brother, and I could see exactly where this was heading. Not that I had any negative feelings over that. I loved both James and my best friend, and they seemed to enjoy themselves together.
I was dancing with the tradesmen. I'd spent more than a week without getting laid, and I had a couple of ideas on how to end my dry patch. Two of the carpenters were Afrikaans guys from Cape Town, the electrician and the plumber were from Port Elizabeth, and they were both English, and the roofing guy — Pierre — was from the northern suburbs in Cape Town. He was quite interesting: he spoke without an accent, even though he was colored, and he had lots of tattoos. I quite like people who don't fit the mold.
Beth stepped up the party by suggesting we go skinny-dipping in the sea. There weren't neighbors around us, so we could do so in privacy. The moon was full and the tide was coming in as we ran towards the water's edge, hastily removing whatever clothing we had on. The water was deliciously refreshing, but not cold. In fact, because it was the dry season, the evening air got quite chilly. We didn't notice it because of the huge fire we had going. The sudden change in temperature got my nipples hard.
I was feeling rather randy, due to all the body contact I was having with the well-muscled men around me. Beth stepped up her seduction campaign by wrapping herself around James. She has an amazing figure: huge double-D breasts, full hips and very good muscle-tone. She used to be in the Israeli Defense Force, before she came back to Cape Town to study law. Her voluptuous body was having an effect on James. I could see he had a boner. This prompted him to keep his waist below water. It wasn't just him being affected. I noticed that most of the guys had semi-erect cocks, and they weren't all focusing their attention on the spectacle that Beth was providing.
I had a striking figure too, but it was much leaner and harder than Beth's. I have B-cups, and the rock climbing keeps me in tone, especially my legs and arms. Many of my female friends had mid-20's pudginess. All those years of excess when they were teenagers caught up with them. Then there was the complacency that comes with steady relationships. I'd been single for fairly long time by then, so I was always looking good, just in case I found the right someone. The tall roofing guy, Pierre, seemed very interested in me. He tackled me a couple of times in the surf. My body responded to his touch, and my mind was made up: I absolutely had to shag him that night.
Although playing around in the water was vast amounts of fun, the cold air was getting to me. I suggested we make our way back to the bonfire. The others agreed, and it was Beth who said we should keep our clothing off while we sat around the fire. Everyone was a little horny, I'm sure, and there were no objections to the plan. The guys knew that at least two of them would be getting lucky that night.
We collected the discarded clothing, and put it in a pile inside the lounge of the beach house. James and I got some glasses, ice and Amarula Cream. We wanted to chill for bit, not get blind drunk. Beth went upstairs to get something from her bag. She joined us a couple of minutes later at the fire, carrying her traveling weed kit. She'd brought with some compressed Swazi Gold. I poured drinks while she rolled a huge joint. As planned, we were all naked, sitting around the fire, chatting and enjoying the calming effect of the strong, rich marijuana.
Beth got up and entertained the guys with a solo dance routine. I moved across to my brother and lay next to him. Weed always forces me to become quite introspective. I held his hand and lay there, looking up at the magnificent starlit sky.
“You were right, James, this trip has been wonderful,” I said to him. “We haven't spent any quality time together, for many years now.”
“You got that right,” he said, “I can't even remember the last time we saw each other naked. I think it was during the summer before you went to high school.”
“Well, to be honest, I've seen you naked more recently than that,” I said, glancing sideways to see his reaction. He had a puzzled look. He knew that we'd gotten too self-conscious about our bodies when were teenagers, to gallivant in the nude in the pool and around the house. He got especially shy when my boobs showed their first signs of developing, and I got my first visible hairs on my pussy.
He laughed: “I suppose you saw me getting changed after showering, or something like that?”
“Something like that,” I replied, “maybe something more.”
“Since we're being all honest about stuff from that long ago, I have to admit that I used to peek through the open bathroom window when you were showering, after you got your boobies,” he said, grinning.
“Oh really?” I said, not fazed by this revelation. “How about that time you and Trevor came to the house with — what was that kid's name again — Chris?” This got his attention. “I was home. In fact, I was hiding in your room, while you three were watching porn and whacking off. I've seen you cum. Beat that."