A Hentai Sago Palm by Duleigh,Duleigh

Scott and Marcia grew up in the stinking armpit of Passaic New Jersey where crime and drugs was just another part of the “joy” of living in New Jersey. Nearly half of his high school class didn’t make it to graduation, the lure of the streets was just too great. Scott decided that his family would never know what it is like to live day to day wondering where your next meal will come from, and which one of your friends will get shot or die of an overdose. He worked hard to be able to semi-retire at 35, and as soon as he could, he and his darling wife packed up their kids and moved south, as far south as possible, and as far from a city as he dare.

Now Sara and Jeff played a game of Naked Keep away with Wyatt, while Marcia, still trim and beautiful after four children, tried to wrestle baby Sandy back into her clothing, Scott smiled and held back a tear of joy. The Alden family had made it, his dream had come true. “While you’re just standing there,” said Marcia, “you have got to fix that gate on the island.”

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Fourteen years later, the Alden family was a fixture in the “Southest” part of Georgia. Scott was working in the real estate industry, driving into Jacksonville three days a week, Marcia worked in the library at the high school in Folkston, twenty miles north of St. George. Marcia took the job to keep an eye on the family troublemakers Wyatt and Sandy. All children keep secrets from their parents, and one of the secrets that Scott and Marcia never found out is that Wyatt and Sandy aren’t the biggest troublemakers in their family, they’re just the ones that get caught.

Sara and Jeff were born close enough together to appear to be twins, their hair and complexion was like their mother whose roots go back to southern Italy, black hair, dark eyes, and Sara once put it, “I can get a good tan with a reading lamp.” Because they looked and acted so similar, they grew up being called “the twins” even by their parents and grandparents, and because Sara shared her schoolwork with Jeff, he was allowed to skip past the second grade, and he ended up in the same grade as Sara.

Wyatt and Sandy were also considered twins, mostly because they were never separated. Many times, Jeff would wake up in the night to find Sandy snuggled up in Wyatts bed, or Wyatt missing completely only to turn up in the girl’s room with Sandy. And they were troublemakers, so much so that Wyatt was held back in the fourth grade, and he ended up in the same grade as Sandy. They were such troublemakers that Wyatt earned the nickname M-80 and Sandy was known as Cherry Bomb.

Folks had trouble believing that they were related to Sara and Jeff, while Sara and Jeff took after their mother’s dark complexion and black hair, Wyatt and Sandy resembled their dad with frizzy light brown hair and blue eyes. Since most folk knew their mom Marcia from her work at the high school the local joke was, “Sandy and Wyatt had to be hers, if she had adopted them, she woulda sent ’em back by now.” All of Charlton County Georgia was aware of Wyatt and Sandy’s antics.

In the end it worked out for Scott and Marcia. Four kids, two graduation parties, the fun was done. However, none of the kids look like they intend to move out. Sara is studying nursing, Jeff is studying Physical Therapy, both are attending University of Florida North which is an hour drive from home. Wyatt and Sandy are enlisting in the National Guard so they can serve together in the same unit, their dream is to end up in FANG, the Florida Air National Guard and work on F-15’s. FANG is at the Jacksonville airport less than 30 minutes from St. George. For their part, Scott and Marcia just want a chance to make love in the kitchen without planning weeks in advance for the kids to be out of the house. Or maybe the chance to cut the lawn or weed the garden in the nude, something the kids grew up doing.

The four Alden kids practically grew up naked, Sara and Sandy spent hours daily sunning on lounges out back just beyond the grove of banana trees that a previous owner had planted. Jeff and Wyatt made good money rebuilding old golf carts behind the barn quite often wearing only sneakers and a backwards ballcap. Homework was completed around the table on the patio in the nude until one day when Pastor Daniels stopped by for a visit. In a panic Marsha had to hustle the kids back into their clothes while Scott entertained Pastor Daniels and his wife Alison in the front room.

“Ok you four,” started Scott at dinner that evening, “we’ve been lenient in the past, maybe too lenient, but what if Pastor Daniels glanced out through the French doors and saw you doing your homework naked?”

Always the instigator, Sandy probably didn’t help when she said, “I’m sure he’s seen someone doing homework before, they have three kids themselves.”

“It’s not like we’re doing something illegal,” insisted Sara, the leader of the quartet. “We’re all over 18, we’re not on drugs, we don’t drink, and God knows we’re not spending a fortune on our wardrobe…”

“That is not the point,” said Marsha, “we don’t need our neighbors thinking we’re having family orgies here.”

“We’re not doing anything like…” Jeff started but dad cut him off.

“Let’s compromise,” said Scott firmly, “If you insist on running around naked, you do it out back beyond the banana trees where no one can see you. You can do your homework in the gazebo.”

“What’s the compromise in that?” asked Wyatt, “a compromise is a give and take kind of thing.”

Scott smiled, “of course it is. Here’s the give and take, you give me your agreement, or you take it somewhere else, and the only nudity here will be in the shower.”

“OK!” said Sara above the uproar, “how about the island? Can we have that?”

“Yes, you can have the island,” said Scott as if it were a painful costly concession. It was part of his original plan, he just forgot to mention it.

“What about the picnic grove?” asked Jeff.

“What picnic grove?”

The next evening Scott and Marcia followed their brood out to the picnic grove the boys made. A corner of the land by the pond was allowed to grow over making a jungle of pine trees, palm trees, and palmetto bushes. The boys borrowed a “brush hog” and cut a path through the undergrowth and cleared a small area surrounded by pine trees offering shade during the day and had a great view of the island. They had even put a large picnic table with an umbrella and built a fire pit in the grove.

“This is very nice! Thank you for doing this!” gushed Marcia as she and Sara unpacked the picnic hamper and set out fried chicken and a choice of salads. Near the picnic table was a small charcoal grill on a pole exactly like you would see in a public park. Marcia and Scott wisely chose not to ask where that came from.

Scott admired the view of the island; you could see the bridge and the torii, the Japanese gate, both painted a blazing scarlet, the color that symbolized vitality. You could also see the little stream as it flowed off the island and cascaded into the pond, and you had a view of the small lawn called the putting green. One could also see the two fountains in the pond that keep the surface water moving preventing duckweed and algae from growing. “Very nice job boys, I’m proud of you. How long did it take?”

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