Message-ID: <24358asstr$959659833@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: thor4u@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8gu46o$jga$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon May 29 16:00:32 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP by Request: TWO FAMILIES - The Cruise, Ch 5/6 (no sex, transition) Date: Tue, 30 May 2000 00:10:33 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman AUTHOR'S NOTES: Posting Schedule: This story is reposted due to numerous requests. Because of the length of the story, many of you have missed chapters. For that reason I am going to try to post on the following schedule: Friday, May 26 - Two Families - The Cruise in its entirety (6 Chapters) Monday, May 29 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 1-6 Tuesday May 30 - Two Families - The Teenage Years - Chs 7-13 Wednesday, May 31 - Two Families - Epilogue These postings will be made to alt.sex.stories, alt.sex.stories.moderated and alt.sex.stories.incest, so if miss a chapter in one newsgroup, you can probably find it in another. Another method of finding missing chapters is to go to your favorite search engine and search for TWO FAMILIES only in the newsgroups, rather than web pages. What is Two Families? First of all -- this story is completely fiction. The story is in two parts. The Cruise details a memorable week in the lives of two close families - a Caribbean cruise. The Teenage Years picks up at the end of the cruise and follows the two families until the day our hero -- Jason Bradford -- leaves home for college. Then, the Epilogue returns about 10 years later in Jason's life and lets you know how everything turned out for our two families. As always, comments are appreciated -- either posted here to the newsgroup or by email to thor4u@my-deja.com Enjoy the story. ***************************** Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 5 By Thor4u Wednesday night -- at sea, en route to Jamaica While (unknown to us or anyone else) Cassie was fucking her father silly, Kim and I had a great time dancing in the disco. Although we occasionally danced with other partners, we danced most of the time together. With asshole Tony leaving the cruise tomorrow, Kim was in a great mood, and eager for a major celebration. We had a lot of playful chit-chat, a few serious talks about her school and my future plans, and just generally did the things that a very close brother and sister would do. We were both completely happy being together and enjoying our normal closeness again. We had missed each other terribly during her freshman year in college, and it was wonderful to finally be reunited. When we danced fast, we rocked; and when we danced to slow tunes (and we danced slow only with each other, as if by some unwritten rule), we danced close and warm. Our slow dances were really just moving hugs, an excuse to hold each other, and we both loved them. Kim busted my balls about the hardons I got, and I countered by telling her I bet her nipples were hard. She laughed and admitted they were. It was all good, clean, playful fun. On our way back from the disco, we stopped by the casino to see if Mom and Brenda were still there. They were! Four o'clock in the morning, and these two nuts were still gambling away! When we asked how they were doing, we realized why. They were winning! They had started out determined to quit when they lost $100 each. But what happened was that one would win for awhile and the other would lose. So, when one got down $100, the other might be up $150 or so. Therefore, they decided to combine their resources and form "The Corporation." They would split any winnings 50-50 and would quit if "The Corporation" ever got $200 down. They had been playing only slots and video poker, and both were watching what they were doing intently. Brenda had come up with a pretty good system for maximizing winnings and minimizing losses in video poker, and Mom was closely studying the slots. By the time we got there, they were ahead about $500! That's pretty damn good for a cruise ship casino, because the stakes are small, and you never win or lose big like you can at Vegas or Atlantic City. We left "The Corporation" in the casino and I walked Kim to Cassie's cabin. Saying goodnight, she gave me a very sweet kiss on the lips -- no tongue, but long and soft...a very loving kiss for a sister. I returned to Mom's cabin and quickly fell asleep, my head full of wonderful memories of this incredible day! Unsure where to sleep, I slept on the couch -- half-hoping, half-afraid that Mom would invite me to her bed when she came in. She didn't. *************** Thursday -- Ocho Rios, Jamaica The next day, in Jamaica, was really the turning point of the cruise. The first order of business in the morning was a short, but serious, discussion between Jason and his mother. They agreed that Jason would sleep on the couch the rest of the cruise, and that they would absolutely avoid any further sexual contact until they could get home, settle down, and see how they both felt. It was a good decision, and relieved a growing sexual tension between mother and son -- both wanting each other again, but both deathly afraid of the consequences. The same rule was applied to Jason's contacts with Brenda. In another important development, Tony took a bus to Kingston and boarded a flight back to the States. Good riddance, asshole! That left six intrepid travelers, and the six quickly split into three camps: 1) "The Corporation," Mom and Brenda, who spent most of their days sightseeing and shopping together, and all of their late evenings in the casino; 2) Kim and Jason, who spent their days sightseeing and swimming, and their evenings in the disco; 3) and the two non- participants: Paul and his blossoming, eager, cocksucking daughter, Cassie. Actually, Cassie was having a pretty hard time. Probably expedited by the romp with her father, Cassie's period came several days early, and it came with a vengeance. Cassie didn't need to make up headache stories, she really had a very difficult period, spending a lot of time legitimately in bed, doubled up with cramps. Whenever she felt well enough, she joined Kim and Jason in whatever they were doing, but that was not very frequent. Of course, she also managed to hook up with her father at least once every day, often once during the day and again at night when everybody else was off doing their own thing. Because of her period, Cassie didn't feel comfortable fucking. But there was nothing wrong with her eager little mouth, so she sucked her dad's dick whenever an opportunity presented itself. By the end of the cruise, Paul was happily exhausted, and Cassie was starting to make genuine progress toward world championship cocksucking status. For Betsy, Brenda, Kim and Jason, however, the latter part of the cruise was a blast. All of them climbed Dunn's Falls in Jamaica together, playfully racing, joking and grab-assing with each other. Although there wasn't supposed to be any physical contact, Jason managed to grope both his mother's and Brenda's tits during various wrestling matches, chicken fights, etc. They both loved it, and Brenda returned the figure by stroking Jason's big cock underwater for several seconds. Jason and Kim wrestled and bad-mouthed each other mercilessly, but there wasn't any groping. A few happy hugs, certainly, but no groping. That night, after the obligatory single snuggling dance with both Brenda and his Mom, Jason accompanied Kim and Cassie to the disco. Cassie only stayed a little while and then excused herself. At the end of the evening, Jason got another sweet, loving goodnight kiss from Kim. "The Corporation" returned to the casino and continued their winning ways. By the end of the night, they were $750 ahead for the cruise. Friday -- Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands The next day was Grand Cayman, and swimming with the stingrays at Stingray City! Jason, Kim, Brenda, and Betsy went. Cassie had been advised not to swim in the ocean while having her period, so she stayed back at the ship. Blood in the water not only might attract sharks, it also excites the other fish (and stingrays), so it's not a good idea. Paul also stayed on the ship, to work...and to get his dick sucked. After sailing from Grand Cayman at dinner time, the normal pattern repeated. The show, the pleasant dances with the two hot 37 year-old mothers, and then off to the casino and disco. Again, Cassie excused herself after a few dances to go take one more shot at her dad's cock. Betsy finally conquered the slots this evening, winning more than $2,000, and by the end of the evening, "The Corporation was more than $3,000 ahead! Kim and Jason had another great time in the casino, staying well past 2 AM, and parting with another sweet kiss. ********** Saturday -- Barnacle Cay, Bahamas Although we had expected the day in Grand Cayman to be the highlight of the trip, everyone would later agree that the day at the private island in the Bahamas was really the high point. A lazy day in the sun and sea, followed by the gala Captain's Celebration dinner-dance as we sailed away in the evening. The private island was a small dot of land in the northern Bahamas, only a few acres of sandy soil, covered with palm trees. It was basically round, but had a pretty good-sized lagoon on the north side which opened to the ocean and contained a spotless white-sand, half- moon shaped beach. On one side of the lagoon, there was a rocky jetty that separated it from the ocean. The lagoon itself was too shallow for the cruise ship, so they anchored a couple hundred yards outside and ferried us in to the island in launches. With the palms swaying softly in the breeze, the crystal-clear Bahamian waters of the ocean and lagoon, and the majestic Caribbean Legend anchored offshore, I couldn't have imagined a more tranquil setting. Since this was a private island, we had the whole place to ourselves. Of course, there were 1,500 of us, so it wasn't really that private, but it was really peaceful. The passengers quickly spread out, claiming their spots on the beach, swimming, playing volleyball and badminton, sunning, reading, snorkeling, whatever you wanted to do. The entertainers from the ship also came ashore and conducted a rotating show at intervals throughout the day -- sometimes steel bands, sometimes disco music. Naturally, there was some food throughout the day, and there was a huge luncheon buffet at 1 PM. Kim and I (and about 100 other people) quickly discovered our favorite spot. There was a narrow break in the rocky jetty. It was hard to walk on the rocks, but the gap was wide enough and deep enough to swim through. Once through this narrow gap, we found ourselves in a deep and lovely pool. Although the ocean floor dropped away sharply, a bunch of large rocks curved out from the jetty, creating a protected area about 50 yards wide, 20 yards out into the ocean, and ranging from about 15 feet to more than 40 feet deep. Unlike the sand and grass- covered lagoon bottom, this area was full of coral, and millions of spectacular small tropical fish! It was like an underwater garden! Even though the water was pretty deep, you could snorkel around the rocky edges and literally get nose-to-nose with the fish. It was wild! I had messed with Kim about buying more disposable underwater cameras than we could use at Grand Cayman, but now I gladly ate my words! We snorkeled for hours and took four complete rolls of pictures of the fish. They came out pretty good. At one corner of this beautiful underwater garden, there was a small break in the rocks which led to a much smaller pool. This pool did not have any coral and few fish. It did, however, have two great rocks. Both were flat and worn smooth from years of being used as rest stops. The top of one was about five feet from the surface, the other almost awash. That meant that Kim and I could both stand on the first one and could sit on the shallower one. It was a perfect place to rest between snorkeling excursions in the big pool. Although many people discovered this natural rest area, most of the other passengers just snorkeled around for a while and then left. Most of them were just snorkeling in their bathing suits, so they would either get sunburned quickly or get cold (or both), and return to the shade and comfort of the main beach area. As experienced snorkelers, Kim and I knew better. We added teeshirts to protect us from the sun and keep us warm. Also, we had the cameras which held our attention as we playfully competed to see who could take the best pictures. By the time the ship's horn sounded at 1 PM to announce the opening of the buffet lines, Kim and I were left almost alone in the underwater garden. We were a little tired, so we snorkeled into the more secluded rest area and stood in the warm water on the first rock. There was a little tidal ebb and flow here, so we held on to each other to maintain our balance. We jokingly tried to one-up each other with lies about the great pictures we had taken, but after a little of that, Kim got a serious look on her face. "Ellbee? Can we talk for a second?" She asked seriously. [I should have told you before, Kim has two nicknames for me, "Little Bro' and Ellbee, for L.B, also meaning Little Bro'.] "Sure. Go." I said. "Jase, I know you are my brother, and you would do just about anything I asked you to do...but I want to ask you a favor, and I don't want you to agree just because you're my Little Bro'. As a matter of fact, the favor has nothing to do with you being my brother, and I think I'm gonna stop calling you those nicknames. I don't think of you as a little brother anymore, anyway." "Ah, Hell, Kim! I like those silly names. They make me feel special!" "Maybe, but I don't want you to think I consider you a little kid anymore. You're not. You're a young man now -- a wonderful young man, I might add. You're smarter and more mature at 14 than most of the `men' I meet at college, and I'm very proud of you. I look at you more as an equal than a little brother. " "Well thanks, Kim, but really, I like those names. There more terms of endearment than labels to me. And, of course...your favor is granted." "Not so fast, Jason. I'm serious. This is important to me. Really important. You have to promise me that you won't accept this request as a favor -- I never should have used that word. Promise me that you'll only accept if it's something you really want." "OK, Kim. Gawd! What is it? Who do you want me to kill?" I said jokingly. "Nobody, Jason. But let me explain a little before you give me your answer. This means a lot to me." "Sure Kim, go ahead." I was surprised that she was really in a serious mood all of a sudden. "Well, you know I have really been looking forward to this cruise. And as much as I hate to admit it, most of my anticipation was because Tony was able to come. I now know he's an asshole, and I would gladly have paid for his airfare myself to get rid of him, but I had a lot of high hopes in the beginning. We women are funny creatures, Jase -- as you will learn someday -- and we do funny things. We dream dreams and make plans that you guys not only don't know about, but will never understand. I did that on this trip. I put all my hopes and dreams in one basket -- The Asshole basket." I started to tell her it was all right, that she still had our family, that everything would be all right, but Kim shushed me before I could get a word out. "Let me finish, Jase. The thing I had looked forward to MOST is tonight's Captain's Celebration. It's a big damn, gala event. Everybody will be dressed to kill, the food will be spectacular -- there'll even be dancing outside under the stars as we sail through this beautiful ocean. It could be an incredibly beautiful, romantic night. "I came VERY well prepared for this romantic night, Jase." Kim said with a mischievous grin. "In the last few days, I have lost an asshole...but I have re- discovered an old love. In fact, I have discovered an old friend, my Bud, my Ellbee -- but in a new way. I see your intelligence, your growing maturity, and your strength...but most of all I've discovered the way you REALLY care about me. I love that, Jase. And I love you very much. I really meant those goodnight kisses this week -- as a woman, not as a sister." I didn't know what to say, but I had an incredible urge to grab Kim and hug her tightly. She started talking again before I could. "This may seem weird, Jason...but I'm asking you for a date." "YES!!!" I shouted as loud as I could. "Absolutely!!!" "Not so damn fast, Jason. I'm not talking about a Kimmy/Ellbee date." Kim's eyes narrowed. "I'm talking about a real date -- man and woman. A real date, Jase. A serious date." "Wow..." Not too eloquent, but it was all I could thing of to say. In a week full of surprises, this one was the most unexpected! "Yes, Kimberly. Yes. I would love to be your date. I should tell you though, I've never had a real date before." That was true, my previous dating had been limited to double-dating, with somebody's parents driving. Kim smiled. It was a really warm, happy smile. "Okay, but there are a few ground rules. Listen to them, think about them...and if you don't agree, you can change your mind. First of all, I'm going to be really dressed up, and I expect you to do the same. You must wear a black suit, so you won't clash with my dress. And I expect you to be looking good, and smelling good. This is a date, not a dog show!" "Whew! I only have one suit (Thanks Mom for insisting that I bring it!)...and its black!" "I knew that Jason." Kim grinned. "Second ground rule: You are MY date. Not Cassie's, not Brenda's, not Mom's. You're mine! Got that?" "Yep!" I beamed. "But, Kim...Mom and Brenda may want me to dance with them, like I have been each night..." "That's fine. One dance, early in the evening. Cop a feel if you must, but after that, no more. And no dancing with Cassie, or anyone else. Understood? "Okay, but I don't cop feels from Mom and Brenda, Kim." "Jason, please don't insult my intelligence. Of course you do, and both you and they love it. Next ground rule: Let's have fun. That should be no problem, we always do." "Cool...you have a deal, my beautiful sis....uh...date. Boy, that sounds funny. What do I call you? Date? Girlfriend? Can't call you sister, can I?" "No, Jason...don't call me your sister. I'm going to call you my date, so you should probably do the same." "Okay, `date'!" Then Kim got serious again. "One more ground rule, Jason: Be ready. I am going to be ABSOLUTELY the hottest number on that big boat tonight. Be ready." That sounded like playful talk, but I could see in Kim's eyes that she was dead serious. A fleeting thought went through my still-virgin, but recently experienced mind. Even with my drop-dead gorgeous stepsister, I was no longer the timid, shy 14 year old. I was still virgin, but I had gained so much self-confidence (at least sexually) from my experiences with Brenda and Mom, that I really wasn't afraid anymore. "Bring whatcha got, Kim. I got game!" I said, with just a little defiance to match Kim's challenge. I was flattered that she didn't laugh at my bravado. She just smiled, and said, "Good." We stood on the rock for a few seconds, not speaking. I noticed Kim look around, checking to see whether anyone else was around. There were five of six people snorkeling in the big pool, but we were alone in the secluded rest area. "Jason...I do have one favor to ask," Kim said impishly. "If you are as `ready' as you claim to be, you have to agree to this simple request." "Maybe...what is it?" When I saw her mischievous grin, I knew to go cautiously with my prankster of a stepsister. "I want to feel your cock." Kim said simply, with a challenging smirk on her face. There was obviously no way to refuse without regressing to my timid 14 year-old boy role. "Only if I can feel your tits." I threw the challenge right back at her, wondering where the hell the courage came from. "Deal." Kim said, quickly shoving her hand into my bathing suit. I blocked it and pulled her hand out of my suit. "Wait a minute, Kim. I said tits...not bathing suit. Take your shirt and top off first." "Uhhh...." Kim hesitated, again looking furtively at the other swimmers nearby. "How `bout if I take the top off and let you feel me under my shirt? Those other people could look over here at any moment. Besides, I'm not asking you to take your suit off." That sounded fair, and I immediately agreed. Kim quickly unfastened her top, lowered it to her waist and then re-fastened it like a belt it to keep it from floating off in the current. "Okay, Jase...feel my tits. I've been a little disappointed that you haven't been groping me like you have the two old ladies! You can feel them as long as you like." Kim reached inside my suit and wrapped her fingers around my cock, which was in a full state of erection! "Oooooo, Jase! NICE COCK!!!" Kim said it so loud, I was sure the other swimmers would hear, but they didn't. She was beaming with happiness at having embarrassed me, but very quickly her eyes glowed with lust. I'm sure Kim expected me to grope her roughly, because I could see her flinching a little as I slid my hands under the teeshirt. But I carefully worked my hands up under her teeshirt and gently caressed her breasts. I had to be very careful because I had to maintain enough pressure on her body to keep us steady in the ebbing and flowing current, but still not be too rough. She smiled when she realized that I wasn't going to squeeze hard. Almost immediately, we discovered two secrets to maintaining our balance. Kim took my butt in her free hand and pulled me against her. At the same time, I pulled my hands outward from her magnificent globes, maintaining pressure on the teeshirt. Those two actions steadied us. The teeshirt was just tight enough to draw Kim to me, just loose enough to allow room for my fingers to "do the walking." With the pressure off her tits, my fingers were now free to gently stroke and caress all over her breasts. I paid careful attention to Kims beautiful nipples, because every time I touched one, she moaned and either squeezed or stroked my mighty cock. In just a few seconds, this playful game had turned to dead-serious foreplay. Both of us began breathing raggedly, both of us were moaning and sighing. I was dying to fuck my beautiful stepsister and she was dying to let me! Kim looked up at me -- her eyes blazing with passion -- and opened her mouth, moving forward in preparation for a long, hot, deep kiss. At the last split-second, she ducked her head and rested it on my chest, panting. "No! Oh God, Jase...we can't do it here!" She gasped. She quickly released my saddened cock and pulled her hand out of my suit. But she threw both arms behind my back and hugged me as tight as she could. Her crotch area pressed tightly against my throbbing cock and she adjusted her position so that the shaft was mashed precisely against her vagina, but she refrained from rubbing back and forth. She was panting and moaning as she calmed down. I reluctantly withdrew my hands from her shirt. I wrapped both of my arms around her shoulders and hugged her tight. Ohmygod, what a feeling!!!! I quietly lowered my head and gave my sweet sister a series of little kisses on her forehead and cheeks. "WOW!!!" Kim exclaimed. "You are REALLY good at that!" I was relieved to see that she was no longer afraid, she was smiling happily. "WE're good at that!" I corrected her. "Yes...Yes, I think we really are!" Kim replied excitedly. Then she lifted her face up and gave me another long, sweet kiss on the lips. No tongue, but an abundance of obvious love. "We'd better behave, Ellbee. We really can't do anything here." I was thrilled by the way that Kim was clearly saying that the only thing stopping her was the inopportune situation. There was no holding back, no reluctance, absolutely no hesitation in her voice. This was simply not the time or place. "Maybe later?" I boldly asked. "JASON!!! NEVER ask a woman a thing like that! Don't you know anything? Women are about feelings, Jason...we react to moments in time and emotions. We don't plan that kind of thing! Do you think I planned this?" "Yes...I do." "Well, I didn't! (Yeah, maybe not, sis, but you've been thinking about it!) It just felt right! And I got a little carried away...just for a moment. But don't read too much into that. Don't think that gives you any right to expect anything...tonight...or ever!" Kim was angry and exasperated with me. I had made a 14 year-old's mistake. I was crushed. I had blown it. My body posture slumped and I pulled away from Kim, still holding on to her shoulders. "I'm sorry, Kim. I just got carried away, too. I...I...I..." My eyes filled with tears. Oh sure! Go cry, why don't you! Now I really felt like a 14 year old. Before this cruise, that would have felt normal. Now it just felt sad. Kim immediately recognized that she had been too harsh. With her emotions boiling on the surface, she had over-reacted, just like I had. She saw that she really did have a kid on her hands, and that my inexperience and fragile ego would continue to show themselves. She was full of mixed feelings. Should she mother me and reassure me that everything was all right? Or should she treat me like an adult? She decided just to tell me the truth. The whole truth. "Oh Jase, I'm sorry. It's okay. You just made a simple mistake. You are inexperienced, and you are not always going to be suave and debonair. You are not always going to say or do the perfect thing. Get over it. I am." Then, she paused for a moment before continuing. She smiled lovingly. "I love you, Jase. You are a wonderful, handsome, intelligent, and sexy young man. And, by the way, it doesn't hurt your cause any that you have ABSOLUTELY the most glorious cock I've ever seen -- well, I haven't actually seen it, but you know what I mean. You really do, Jase, I'm amazed! I'm excited! "And no one -- NO ONE, Jase -- has ever touched me like that! Nobody has ever made me so aroused -- and yet feeling so loved -- at the same moment. It was like an electric current, straight to the most secret parts of my soul! That was one of the most beautiful things I've ever experienced. It really was. A wonderfully sensitive lover touched me just now -- you must know how deeply you affected me. I lost it, Jase. I absolutely lost it for a few seconds. I was just a heartbeat away from climbing all over you. And I'm not entirely happy that I regained my senses! "And Jason...if you think I don't REALLY mean that -- if you think I'm just saying this to make you feel better -- you've really got your head up your ass! "I love ya, babe!" Kim concluded, and then gave me the most loving kiss I had ever received. It was long and tender, not passionate per se, but warm and loving. I returned the kiss eagerly, trying to probe Kim's slightly parted lips with my tongue. To my surprise, she let my tongue pass into her mouth for a few seconds, then withdrew, gave me another quick smooch, a sexy wink, and said, to my delight, "Ummmmmm. Yummy! Yesssss! I have a date with a great kisser!" Then -- Kim being Kim -- she grabbed my shirt and pushed me off the rock into the deep water. The last sound I heard before I went under was her laughter. You know, dear reader...as often as Kim and I have grab-assed...you would think she would know not to relax and enjoy a momentary triumph! I surfaced briefly, jokingly called her a bitch, and then pretended to be having trouble treading water. She ignored me and busied herself putting the bikini top back on. She unbuckled the top from her waist, drew it up around her glorious breasts, and was just reaching to fasten it when I grabbed her ankles and pulled her under water. The force of my pulling caused her to let go of the top, and also caused her teeshirt to billow upward, fully revealing the full glory of Kim's enormous breasts to the happy swimmer underneath. They were absolutely beautiful -- as big and full as Brenda's, but firm, solid, jutting, like Mom's. Outrageous tits on this babe! I drug Kim downward enough to properly chastise her, and then pushed her back to the surface. As I surfaced, I saw the bikini top drift by, and frantically tried to grab it. A sudden surge in the current shifted it away from me. As I surfaced, Kim asked me urgently, "My top?!!! Where's my top???" I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. "YOU dropped it, I guess." I looked where I had last seen it, expecting to be able to easily retrieve and gallantly return it. It was nowhere to be seen! This was no longer funny and we both realized it. We quickly donned our masks and snorkels again and set out on a search. The damn thing had gotten caught in the current and had floated out to the big underwater garden! And there were now at least a dozen people paddling around there! Like excited dolphin, we streaked into the larger pool, searching frantically. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it on the bottom, about 20 feet down. I signaled to Kim, but she couldn't dive that deep. When she failed, I struggled to the bottom and retrieved the top. At my signal, we returned to the quiet rest area, and returned to the "Standing Rock." I gallantly handed Kim the top, but she just took it in one hand, wrapped me in a fierce hug, and exploded in laughter. I laughed too, and held her tight. Her breasts felt so good through the thin teeshirt. Finally, she said a simple "Thanks," kissed me lightly on the lips and replaced the top to its rightful (and enviable) position. We swam happily back to the main beach and made preparations to return to the ship. All of the females in our party had 3 PM beauty salon appointments, so they would all be breathtakingly beautiful for the big event tonight. I decided to stay on the beach for a little while to play volleyball. As Brenda, Mom, Cassie, and my beautiful stepsister (...er...date!) stood to depart, Kim stopped them. "Before we go, I have an announcement to make." She began formally. "Betsy, I need to use Tony's cabin tonight, so I'll come by your cabin and pick up the key." It was a statement, not a request. Kim continued. "I have a date tonight. My date is Jason. It's a REAL date, not make- believe and not brother-sister, so I want us all to understand the ground rules. Tonight, Jason is mine." She looked sweetly at Brenda and Mom, and spoke very directly. "At Jason's request, you may each enjoy your ONE dance with him. I wouldn't think of depriving either you or him of that pleasure. But that's it. And, you Cassie...my cute, sexy friend...you keep your hot little hands off him! Any violations, somebody gets their eyeballs clawed out! Anybody got a problem with that?" Cassie just stood there with her mouth hanging open. She wasn't at all interested in me and couldn't understand why Kim had spoken to her that way. (Actually, Kim did it just to take a little sting out of her remarks to Brenda and Mom.) Brenda and Mom's expressions were priceless! I wish I had the presence of mind to snap a picture! Their faces were a mixture of surprise, shock, a touch of fear, and just a tiny hint of anger. They were speechless...instead they just shook their heads. No...they had no problem with that! It was a hilarious moment. "Good!" Kim said. Then she quickly strode up to me, catching me off- guard and told me to pick her up at "her" cabin (meaning mine and Tony's original cabin on A Deck) at 7:15 PM. Mom corrected her, "Better make it earlier than that, Kim, the dinner starts at 7:00." Kim glared at Mom to let her know who was in charge here, then turned to me and said, "Seven fifteen...on the dot! I want to make a grand entrance!" I smiled broadly and nodded. "And Jason...?" Kim purred, as she snuggled close to me. "Yeah?" I cleverly responded. "Be ready, Jase." Kim grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pulled me to her, planting a very full, open-mouthed kiss right on my lips. She held the kiss for a couple of seconds, beckoning me to give her my tongue...but I was too shocked to do anything! I couldn't even return the kiss. " Be ready." And with that, my electrifying stepsister turned and strode triumphantly to the launch...to return to the Caribbean Legend and prepare for the evening she had been so eagerly awaiting. The rest of us couldn't do anything but stand there with our mouths hanging open in astonishment! I quickly jogged off toward the volleyball game in the hope that Brenda, Mom and Cassie wouldn't see my enormous hardon. Cassie is a little slow, poor thing...but nothing gets by Mom and Brenda! 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