Message-ID: <24512asstr$960261007@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <200006051458.IAA47605@skuz.net> From: Thor4u MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} RP: "Two Families - The Cruise" by Thor4u (complete) (inc) Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2000 23:10:07 -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: newsman, gill-bates Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 1 By Thor4u PROLOGUE: It's funny sometimes how little unexpected bumps on the road of life can completely change the direction of future events. Take my family, for example. I'm Jason, a reasonably well-adjusted kid. I make real good grades in school, I don't do drugs, I play most team sports with unremarkable skill, and I have all the same identity and self-esteem problems that most kids my age have. My parents divorced when I was two, and my biological father is an almost unknown presence in my life. He communicates very regularly with my mother by child-support check, and has set up a nice education account for my college, but I haven't seen him since I was six. I was raised by my mother, who was the only parent I had ever known until I was eleven. That's when she married Jack, my stepfather. My mother's name is Elizabeth, and she goes by Betsy. She is a schoolteacher. I think she is the most beautiful woman in the world, but of course I'm biased. Ever since I was a little kid, I have been proud to be seen with her in public. She always had men chasing after her, but she always told me I was her "Main Man." Even when she married Jack, she reassured me by telling me that no matter what happened in the future, I would always be her "Main Man." That made me feel very safe, and very special. My Mom really is very beautiful, though. You would think so too, if you were lucky enough to see her. She has jet black hair, bright blue eyes, a very pretty face, and a body to die for. She is tall, about 5'7", and she has a swimmers body. She looks like a swimmer, because she was a swimmer. She went to college on a swimming scholarship and came within a fraction of a second of making the U.S. Olympic team when she was 18 years old. Mom has broad shoulders, a triangular back with strong muscles, narrow waist and hips, and beautiful, long legs. And she has a set of the most beautifully shaped 36D tits you have ever seen! She stops traffic when we walk downtown, and she looks incredible in a bathing suit. Even if she weren't so beautiful, my Mom would still be the best Mom in the whole world. She has always encouraged me, and supported me, and given me all the things I needed to be a successful, well-adjusted kid. Most of my friends' parents have been through divorces, too, so I see a lot of screwed-up family situations. Whenever I see those, I realize how lucky I am to have my Mom. Jack, my stepfather, is an okay guy. I like him a lot. He is good to Mom and I, and he tries to be a surrogate father to me in the best way always there if I need him to talk business or 'guy stuff,' but not intrusive. He and Mom agreed very early that he would raise his daughter Kim and Mom would raise me. They have both stuck to that both supporting the other's child, but not interfering with the biological parent. It's worked well. One thing about Jack, though, is that he is awfully serious. He is really wrapped up in his business dealings, works 60-80 hours a week, and eats, drinks, and sleeps business. Jack was a mid-manager with a major insurance company here in Jacksonville until the company was sold and he was "down-sized." He got a real good severance package, though, so we were fine financially. Jack and his partner now have their own consulting company, and he makes twice what he was making working for just one company. Of course, he still works a terrible number of hours and is constantly traveling. Kim, my stepsister, is a real treat. Kim is five years older than me, so she was a junior in high school when my Mom and her Dad got married. We were both scared to death of each other at first, but now we are best friends. We kinda grew up together, and it was so great having a big sister as I was going through all the uncertainty and difficulties of puberty. As a matter of fact, when she went off to college, I was devastated until we set up a system of communicating almost daily by email. We have become so close that there is almost nothing we wouldn't tell each other, and no problem too big or too small for us to help each other with. We have shared a lot about boy-girl relationships, and I think it has helped both of us a lot. Kim is also a fox. She is not quite as pretty as my Mom, but she is a great looking babe! Great body, real pretty face, and an amazing dancer! I know all about her sex life, and she is helping me try to discover one! Kim has a normal, healthy sex life. She is still learning, but she is an eager student. She's not a nympho or anything, but she's not shy about sex, or afraid to try new things. She's 100% straight, but she likes to watch lesbian movies and stuff. Kim's just cool! The Cruise - Chapter One Sunday -- Port of Miami Now that you know us, our story begins in June of my fourteenth year; I'll be 15 in August. Kim is 19, and has just returned home for the summer after her freshman year at the University of Alabama. (Roll Tide!!) Jack is 44, and had just been laid off by the insurance company in April. Mom is 37, and being a school- teacher, is off for the summer. With one kid in college, another getting ready for college, and the primary breadwinner just laid off, you would think it would be kind of a down, low-profile, summer. But actually, even after Jack got laid off, Mom was able to convince him to take a break from work and take all of us on a cruise. It really wasn't a big deal financially, because cruises are so cheap and Jack had gotten a big lump-sum payout when he left. Plus, he had a consulting contract with his old employer, so he knew he would have at least some steady income as he built his business up. Jack's partner, Paul Lancaster, was in the same situation, so he and his family decided to accompany us on the cruise. That was Paul (41), his wife Brenda (37, like my Mom), and their daughter Cassie. I had always called Brenda "Mrs. Lancaster," and she had been my mom's best friend as long as I could remember. For the longest time, I never thought of Brenda in any other terms, but as I stumbled through puberty, I started to notice that she was almost as pretty as my Mom. I also noticed that although she was just a little bit on the chunky side, Brenda's tits were even bigger and fuller than my Mom's. Cassie was 15 and untouchably hot! She had one of those incredibly delicious 15 year-old budding bodies that we all love so much. Not fully developed, but it made my cock hard just to look at her. I would have done anything to get in Cassie's pants! I hadn't been in anyone's pants yet, but I had a pretty good idea what to do from my discussions with Kim, and I was seriously in lust with Cassie. Of course, to Cassie, I was just a 14 year-old. She was a sophisticated 15 year-old and couldn't possibly be bothered with anyone younger than 17. She dated a little, but didn't have a steady boyfriend, so I hoped that the fun, relaxation, friendship, and romance of the week-long cruise would work its magic on this tasty morsel and somehow lead her to my bed. I was dreaming, of course. The cruise was leaving from Miami on a Sunday. It would go first to Cancun, Mexico, then to Jamaica, then to Grand Cayman Island, then to a private island owned by the cruise line in the Bahamas, and finally back to Miami the following Sunday morning. This was my first cruise, but I had done a lot of reading and knew what to expect. There was non-stop food and drink on board the ship, with a lot of entertainment and activities. On shore, there was beach stuff at each stop and some special attractions, also. For example, the one thing everybody was looking forward to was swimming with the stingrays at Stingray City on Grand Cayman. That really looked cool, and you didn't have to be a scuba diver to do it! The water was only a few feet deep, so you could just snorkle. At the first stop, though, there were several choices. Kim and Cassie wanted to shop in Cancun, and hang on the beach. Mom, Brenda and I wanted to take a bus excursion to Chichen Itza, the famous Mayan ruins. Jack and Paul couldn't care less. Neither of them really wanted to go on the cruise anyway, they just couldn't think of a way out. Well, as luck would have it, Jack did think of a way out. One week before we were to drive to Miami, Jack got a consulting gig that would last for two weeks, at least. It was in Omaha, Nebraska. C-ya Jack! Send a postcard; we'll do the same. Unfortunately, that created a problem. We had already paid in full for the cruise, and there were no refunds. Kim wanted to bring her boyfriend from college, but Jack said no. He suggested that either I or Cassie invite a friend. However, neither my best friend nor Cassie's could go. That left nobody else available but Tony, Kim's boyfriend. So a decision was made that Tony and I would room together on A Deck, Mom and Kim would room together on the Promenade Deck, Paul and Brenda would have their cabin on A Deck about 4 doors from Tony and I, and Cassie would have her own cabin, also on A Deck. Cassie's cabin was at the other end (we were toward the front of the ship, Cassie was toward the rear of the ship) and on the opposite side of the ship from mine and her parents. I loved this arrangement, for obvious reasons. I was very cool with my stepsister, and if she could help me weasel my way into Cassie's bed, she and Tony could have mine! We both trusted each other, and knew that neither would tell. Plus, Mom would probably be okay with it anyway, because she knew that Kim and Tony had been having sex for several months. So we drove to Miami in two mini-vans and set sail on our great adventure! The weather was perfect that Sunday morning and the drive was easy. But it didn't take me long to realize that Tony was an asshole, and I didn't like him. Not only was he arrogant to me and rude to Kim, but he was flirty with Mom trying to hit on her, like he was taking Jack's place on the cruise in every sense. Mom wasn't rude, but she ignored him. She had been hit on by much more attractive men for years. She told me at a rest stop that I was in for a long week "...with that moron." We had a good laugh. I had never been to Miami before and I was really surprised how pretty it was. Everything was bright and new and clean. And the port was incredible! There must have been a dozen huge cruise ships lined up at the docks, all in a row! Our ship, The Caribbean Legend, carried 1,500 passengers and more than 1,000 crew members! It was a floating palace! I have never seen a building as beautiful as this ship was, and it was not the biggest ship there. We were gonna like this trip! At about 4 PM, all of the cruise ships sailed out of the harbor in a line, with more than 10,000 passengers on board, and dozens of steel bands playing island music! Sailboats from Miami glided by as we went out the narrow harbor entrance, shouting wishes of "good luck" and "Bon Voyage!" Wow! What a majestic sight. It was hard to believe that this sight is repeated each Saturday and Sunday afternoon, 52 weeks a year. I'm not going to detail life on a cruise ship, because that is not the point of this story. But if you ever get a chance to take one, don't miss it. Monday Cancun, Mexico By the time we arrived at Cancun on Monday morning, we had all decided what we would do. Paul, Cassie, Kim and Tony were going to stay in Cancun for shopping and the beach. Brenda, Mom and I would immediately board a bus for the trip to Chichen Itza, returning just prior to the ship sailing at 6 PM. We all suspected that Kim and Tony would slip back to the ship a little early, but no one said anything. We docked promptly at 8 AM, and by 8:15, we were underway to the ruins. It was a long ride, over narrow two-lane Mexican roads, but the bus was very comfortable. The bus had sets of seats facing each other, two seats with a table in the middle and two seats on the other side -- sort of like a card table with reclining bus seats. Very comfortable, and it allowed you to converse with your traveling companions easily. I sat next to Mom and Brenda sat across from her. The seat next to Brenda was empty. We had dressed very lightly because of the Mexican summer heat the temperature was over 100 by early afternoon...so I had the pleasure of escorting two very lovely, beautifully-built young women who were somewhat scantily-dressed. Both women had on light shorts. Mom wore a halter top under a very light cotton shirt. Brenda had just a light white cotton shirt over a bra. I had on a pair of baggy shorts and a tee shirt. It was a little chilly on the air-conditioned bus, but we would be thankful later that we had dressed lightly. Chichen Itza is a magnificent ruin site, consisting of dozens of ruins spread over a large area. The guide took us on a thorough tour of the site, and then we had about an hour and a half on our own. One of the stops on the guided tour was a deep pit-like lake into which the ancient Mayans threw virgins as a sacrifices to the gods. Brenda had consumed a couple of Corona's in the bus, and had loosened up a bit. She asked me if I was scared to be in a spot where virgins were sacrificed, basically asking if I was a virgin. I told her no I wasn't scared...that only female virgins were sacrificed. She and Mom laughed, but I heard her tell Mom that she bet I wouldn't be a virgin for long. When Mom asked why, Brenda said, "Haven't you noticed what he's packing in those shorts, Hon? Your little boy is hung better than my husband! Some little cutie is going to notice pretty soon and want to get some of that!" Mom laughed, but I noticed her looking at my crotch quite a bit all afternoon. The fact of the matter, as I later learned from Mom, is that my biological father had been hung like a horse, and I am blessed with that trait of his. I was only fourteen at this time, but my dick was well over seven inches, even back then. And the way I was dressed that day, with baggy shorts and boxers underneath, my big virgin boy-cock was free to flop around quite noticeably. By the time we finished the guided tour and struck out on our own, we were all sweating profusely. We had been cautioned not to drink local water, so we went back to the bus for water, cokes, and in Brenda's case, more beer. We also hit the bathrooms on the bus, and when Brenda came out, she had shed her bra! I couldn't actually see her tits, but the outlines were plainly visible, and they jiggled deliciously as she moved. The nipples were also easy to make out where they poked the fabric of Brenda's thin blouse. Mom protested a little, but basically just laughed at her happy friend. But Mom realized the sensibility of Brenda's idea and removed her blouse too, so now she just had the halter top covering her beautiful tits. Then back to the site for our big adventure! Chichen Itza has one temple that is really dramatic. The centerpiece of the site, it is a Mayan pyramid, constructed like a steep four-sided staircase, towering more than 100 feet above the other ruins. I can't remember the name of this pyramid, but it is spectacular. And it just dares you to climb it...which we did. The climb up is very steep, but it is kind of like climbing a real long ladder. Except for the heat, it would not be so bad. There are some chains you can hold on to, but you don't really need them. It's a long way up, though, and by the time you get there, you are tired and out of breath. Brenda had led the way, eagerly charging up the lower part, getting out of breath and slowing down halfway. Mom and I followed at a more sensible pace. We caught up to Brenda just before the top, actually having to stop several times as our exhausted and overheated friend crawled upward. Mom told me to stay right behind Brenda in case she stumbled. A few steps from the top, we all stopped to take our first look at the view. I had spent the entire climb looking up at Brenda's nice ass struggling upward, or looking down between my legs and behind me to check on Mom's progress. The sight above was pretty good, but my Mom was a delight to look at. She was covered with sweat, breathing heavily from the exertion, and the sight of her luscious tits rolling around in the halter top was really great! I also noted that she was always looking up at me, and if I didn't know better, I would swear that she was trying to look up my baggy shorts at my cock. Just seeing her tits swaying and wondering whether she was really trying to see my cock caused the beginning of an erection. I was embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do about it except try not to look down at Mom. As we stopped and looked around, we got our first inkling of how high we had climbed! We were really up in the air, probably more than 200 feet! We were tired and dizzy from the climb. We all hung on to the chain and rested for a second. At Mom's suggestion, I went ahead to the top of the pyramid first. The top was flat and level, covered by a stone roof, partially divided by walls, and had four large openings, one in each direction of the compass. Once my head stopped spinning, the view was spectacular. The one thing I noticed was that, although many started up the face of this pyramid, not many made it to the top. There were only two other people there resting, and they got up and started back down as soon as I arrived at the summit. Brenda, Mom, and I were alone at the top. "The view up here is incredible! Come on up, you guys!" I called to the women. "Jason, you'd better help me up. I'm pretty woozy!" Brenda said. "Yeah, go ahead and get Brenda up there and settled down, and then come back for me," Mom said. She was enjoying the view and taking pictures. So I gave Brenda my hand to steady her as she stepped up to the top level of the pyramid. Mom couldn't see it, but Brenda's blouse was now completely soaked with sweat. It was virtually transparent. She saw me looking and gave me a big smile. I quickly showed Brenda around the small platform in the sky, and walked her over to one portion of the top level that was shaded from the afternoon sun. She was wobbly and clung to my hand the whole time. When we got to the shaded quadrant of the pyramid, there was a wall between us and Mom, so we were completely out of sight. Brenda took a picture of me there, and then asked me to take a couple of her. She had one of those new digital cameras that stores images on a floppy instead of film, but it works pretty much like a regular camera. So I took one picture of her beaming on top of this ancient pyramid with the world falling away from her in the background. It was quite a picture, if I must say so myself. Her tits were very prominent, with the thin, sweat- soaked blouse clinging to every curve. And her nipples were hard and protruding clearly in the picture. We looked at the picture on the viewing screen and the only comment Brenda made was that her hair was a mess. Before I went back for Mom, Brenda wanted one more picture. As I lined up the shot, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. She then crossed her arms in front of her, under her massive bare tits, cradling them together and lifting them beautifully. "Brenda!" I whispered. "Shoot it, quick!" she replied. I did. "C'mon, Brenda! Cover up!" I whispered as I returned the camera to her. "I was hoping for a compliment, or some drooling, or something! Not 'cover up!" Brenda teased. "Whatsamatter, big boy? Don't like what you see?" Brenda was drunk, or her brain was fried from the heat, or something. I only knew that I had to get her dressed as soon as possible. "I'm sorry. I just don't want Mom to get mad." "But do you like, then?" "Yes...I like. But you are gonna get us in trouble." "Okay, Tiger. Some other time, maybe." "Okay, okay, just cover up!" "Okay, Jason...but remember, if you want a copy of this picture, or if you ever want to see my titties again, you just let me know. OK?" I said OK, and quickly returned to where Mom waited patiently. My cock was swelling now, and I knew it was going to be noticed. Oh well, nothing I could do about that. I would just have to endure some ball-busting from Mom, and from Kim later if Mom told her. "My God, Jason! I was afraid you had abandoned me! What have you two been doing?" Mom asked. She was smiling, though. She could see the outline of my growing hardon in the loose shorts. "Sorry, Mom," I answered. "Brenda was just overheated and dizzy. I took her to a shady area and had to stay with her for a minute." "Uh huh. And is that why you are sporting that boner, darling son-of-mine?" "Aw, Mom. I'm sorry. I can't help it." I knew this ball busting was going to be brutal, but all in good fun. "Why, do you think Brenda's hot? Does she excite you?" "Well, Mom, first of all, I watched YOU all the way up." That was a pretty spectacular sight!" Mom's face brightened when I complimented her. "But when you see Brenda, you will understand better. You are both very hot, and I'm not talking about the weather!" "Well, sweetheart, I am happily surprised that you consider your broken-down old mother 'hot,' and I'm glad you find Brenda attractive, too," Mom replied. "You should tell Brenda she is attractive. It would mean a lot to her, especially coming from you. Brenda's going through a rough time." "Mom, I know we are just kidding around, but don't ever think you are 'broken- down!'" I said. "You are very beautiful...and very sexy! You are very, very hot!" Then, Mom did a funny thing. She blushed. "Thanks, sweetie. It's been a while since anyone has told me I'm 'hot.'" "Well, you are Mom, no BS! You are the sexiest woman I know." I was really surprised at my mother's comments. I knew Jack was all business, but Damn, he better wake up and smell the roses! "And you can tell Brenda for me that I think she is the second-sexiest woman I know." "Well, Jason, you're cute but you have a lot to learn." Mom was half-teasing, half serious. "First of all, never send someone else to tell a woman anything. Tell her yourself. And secondly, no woman will ever be happy to learn that she is number two on your list. So, tell her she's sexy, tell her she's spectacular, tell her you dream about her every night, tell her she drives you crazy, tell her you can't live without her...but for God's sake, don't tell her she's second best!" "Okay, Mom. Brenda has a spectacular body, she's very sexy." I laughed. "But just between you and I, YOU are the sexiest woman on the planet! YOU are the kind of woman I dream about at night (I didn't dare tell her she was exactly THE woman I dreamed about). I wish I could show you how very sexy I think you are!" "Careful, sweetie. This is your mother you're talking to...and I'm a very lonely, abandoned, and vulnerable woman this week. So be careful what you wish for. I've been watching you all the way up this damn pyramid, too! And I have to tell you -- you are quite a sight!" "What do you mean, Mom?" I said, playing dumb, which I usually do rather well. "You may be a boy still, but you are developing into a beautiful young man...physically as well as personally." Mom said quietly. "I don't know how much you check out other young men in PE at school, but you are quite well- endowed. Brenda and I were admiring you earlier." "You were admiring me?" I said, again playing dumb. "Yes, admiring you, Jason. We were admiring the size of your penis. Do I have to spell it out for you?" "Well, yeah Mom. Go on...explain it to me some more..." I was laughing. "You cocky little son-of-a-bitch!" Mom stepped up to the top level and tried to punch me in the stomach in jest, but I blocked the punch and grabbed her. Stepping up quickly made Mom dizzy, and she gasped, "Ohhh!" and almost fainted. I held her close. "You okay, Mom?" I was alarmed. "Yes, I'm okay now. Just a little woozy from the climb. Thanks." I let her go, still holding her elbow to steady her. Then I began to lead her to the shady area where Brenda awaited. As I did, Mom hugged me from behind, pressing her beautiful tits into my back and whispered in my ear, "Thanks for the nice compliments, and I do mean what I said about you, sexy boy! And, really...if you think Brenda is sexy, tell her. She really needs to hear things like that right now." I'd like to be able to report that Brenda kept our pictures a secret, but of course, she didn't. As soon as she saw my Mom, she showed them to her. Mom laughed and said it was no wonder I got a hardon. Brenda loved hearing she had made me hard, hugging both me and Mom. We took some more pictures, all completely clothed of course, and then started back down. I'd also like to be able to report that I only climbed that damn pyramid once in the blistering Mexican sun, but alas, that's not true either. You see, climbing DOWN this pyramid is more like skydiving than climbing. It looks and feels steep going up. Going down, it looks and feels like falling off the face of the earth. It is really dangerous! The trip down is what they strung the chains for. So, I had to make a trip down with Brenda, then climb back up, and make another trip down helping Mom. On the way down, Brenda -- who was feeling pretty froggy by now -- convinced me to take her digital camera back up and try to convince Mom to let me photograph her tits. Maybe my brain was boiled by the heat, maybe my hormones were just raging...I don't know. But I agreed to do it. I have to admit the thought of being able to photograph my Mom's marvelous tits made the climb back up easy. By the time I arrived, I had a huge hardon. When Mom say the camera, and my hardon, she immediately broke into laughter. "My goodness, Jason! What in the world have you been thinking about as you climbed up to your loving mother with a digital camera in your hand?" "Uh...well, actually, Mom....uh" I couldn't get it out. "Let me guess? Brenda and you decided it would be a good time for you to take a picture of your 'broken-down old mother's' tits? Am I right?" She was laughing hard. "Well...yeah. That's what Brenda suggested. It was her idea." "Her idea? You're the one who carried the camera all the way back up here. You're the one who wants to take the picture. You DO want to take the picture, don't you?" "Well, yeah Mom. I guess." I was stammering, scared, defensive. "No Jason. No." Mom was firm. "Okay, Mom. I'm sorry. I guess I just got carried away." I felt like crying, not from disappointment, but because I had been so stupid. Mom looked through my eyes and saw the feeling in my heart. "Jason, Jason...it's okay. I'm not mad. I'm very flattered. I'm not going to let you photograph me here...it's not the right time or place. But if you really think I'm the sexiest woman on the planet, like you said earlier, I would love to have you look at my breasts. But someplace where we are safe...and where we can take time to enjoy the moment together. I'd like to look at you, too...although to be honest, I'm afraid to. But not here. Not now. Okay?" "Okay, Mom." And I hugged her. Tight. God, she felt good! At that instant, three college-aged guys bounded up the last few steps and onto the top level of the Chichen Itza pyramid. They had raced to the top. They didn't see us hugging, and we started back down...me first, Mom coming behind me. When we got almost to the bottom, I stopped for a brief rest. It was easy, but dangerous, going down and we really didn't need to stop. But I had a question. "Mom...You said you'd like to look at me, but you were afraid to. What did you mean by that? You know I would never do anything to harm you." "I know, Jason." She paused for several seconds, choosing her words carefully, the way she always did before launching into important topics. "We have always been very honest with each other, and I'm going to be very honest with you now. You know I love you soooo much...I always have. But, just today, I have seen that my beautiful son is no longer a little boy. You are growing into manhood, and you are already quite a nice specimen. It's me -- not you -- that I'm afraid of. I don't want to get into a discussion of this, but for a lot of reasons I'm very vulnerable right now. I'm afraid if I really see you -- as a man, no longer as my boy, my son -- I may not be able to control myself." "God, Mom, I had no idea! But, now that we're being painfully honest, you know what? I'm afraid I might be able to control myself either. The thought of seeing you naked really excites me! I'd probably lose it right there!" "Me too, Jason. The thought of seeing you really gets my juices going. We have to be very careful, Jason. This is very dangerous, powerful stuff." "I know Mom. I know. We'd better be cool. As much as I'd love to see you, as much as I'd love to touch you, we'd better avoid those situations." "Deal, Tiger! Mom and Jason are cool! They will refrain from looking at or touching each others bodies...no matter how much they both want to! Right?" "Right, Mom." I had a touch of disappointment, but a larger touch of relief, as we made this agreement. And then, as I thought about it more, I got a large dose of sexual excitement from this moment. My God, my Mom wanted me! And I wanted her! This was wildly exciting! We finished the climb and scrambled back to the bus with Brenda. On the long ride back to the ship, when Brenda went to the bathroom, Mom spoke to me quietly again. "Jason, remember what I said about Brenda. She really does need to hear nice things from people she cares about. Don't make things up, but if you think nice thoughts about her, don't keep them a secret. I can't go into any detail, but she really needs positive attention right now." A few minutes later, when Brenda returned, it was my Mom's turn to visit the bathroom. I spoke to Brenda. "Brenda, could I look at the pictures again, please." "Why, sure, Jason!" Brenda's eyes were shining. As I looked at the pictures, she quietly asked, "So...tell me the truth, Jason. What do you REALLY think?" "What I REALLY think is that you are hot! You have a great figure...I could look at you for hours. But even better, I like your playful attitude. I'm just a kid, but if I were a little older, you wouldn't be safe from me." I surprised myself. And I was just a little proud of myself, especially when I saw Brenda beaming with delight. Every word I had said was the truth. "Oh...I don't know, Jason. I think you are plenty old enough. You are very handsome, big and strong. You are better looking than a lot of grown men." "That's nice of you to say, Brenda, but I'm still a kid...and a virgin. I can look and appreciate, but I don't know much about sex." I replied quietly. Brenda got very serious, but her eyes burned with excitement, "Well then, I'll be your tour guide. Any time you want to see me again...or ask any questions... you let me know. I mean it. You may be a virgin now, but you are a very attractive, sexy young man." Brenda paused, noticing that Mom was just exiting the restroom and returning to join us. "I'm very serious, Jason. Please come to me if there is anything I can show you, or do for you. I know you and your Mom are very close, but there are a lot of things Betsy can't tell you or show you. It would be against the law, for one thing. Come to me for those things." Holy Shit, I thought! This has been some day. I have had not one, but two, beautiful, sexy women express their desire for me. I don't even know how to fuck, yet, and they are both hot for me! Damn! This is gonna be some cruise! When Mom returned, Brenda asked a question, "Bets...can I ask a favor? Can I sit next to the hunk on the trip back? He just paid me the nicest compliment! And, I've had one too many Coronas, so I'd like to sleep with my head on his shoulder on the way back." "Sure, Brenda. Just be gentle...he's young and tender." Mom was mostly kidding, but not entirely. Brenda and Mom switched seats and Brenda snuggled in next to my arm. She hooked her right arm under my left arm, which pressed her right tit (still unfettered by a bra) into my bicep. She felt soft and warm and wonderful. She hugged my arm, pressing it deliberately into her big tit and said, "Oh, yummy! Such a sweet, strong young man!" Brenda then adjusted a light blanket over us, covering both of us from the neck down to provide warmth in the air-conditioned bus. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek, laid her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes. Mom looked at me, smiling. She nodded almost imperceptibly, as if to say "Thank you." She closed her eyes, and I closed mine. There was no way I was going to go to sleep, of course. Not with this voluptuous woman, who had already shown me her tits and practically invited me to fuck her, snuggled into my arm! And Brenda, although she kept her eyes tightly closed, was not sleeping either. Every few minutes she adjusted her position, each time rubbing my arm with her tit. Because of the table between the seats, the blanket Brenda had spread over us, and the fact that all three of us had our chairs somewhat reclined, even if she had her eyes open, Mom would not have been able to see anything but our heads. Brenda, of course, knew that. So, after my Mom appeared to be asleep for a few minutes, Brenda adjusted her position slightly and reached under the blanket with her left hand and began to tenderly rub my soft cock through my shorts. Ohmygod! What a feeling! My big cock sprung to attention. I reached over with my right hand and gently caressed Brenda's magnificent breasts. Without hesitation, she silently unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the thin cotton away, so I could feel the bare skin of her beautiful tits. As I softly stroked them, the nipples gradually hardened. She continued to gently rub my cock through my shorts. Then Brenda began feeling around the fly of my shorts and was delighted to find that they were button-up shorts, not zippered. She deftly unbuttoned my shorts and reached in to take my now ecstatic cock in her hand! I had never had a woman touch my cock before! The most I had ever done was a little dry humping with the neighborhood bimbo, but even she would not let me really feel her tits, much less touch my cock! I was dying for Brenda to jack me off, but she was much too smart for that. She just gave me another tender kiss on the cheek, and said, "Let's just go to sleep now, Jason." She knew if we didn't stop, we were going to make enough of a ruckus to wake up my Mom. So we both went to sleep me with her beautiful tit in my hand, and Brenda with my wilting cock in her hand. It was beautiful. As the big tour bus rolled into the outskirts of Cancun, Brenda adroitly re-buttoned my shorts and her blouse. We each gave each other one last squeeze, then took the blanket off, and set the chairs upright. A couple of minutes later, Mom awoke from a sound sleep. It had been quite a day, this first day of our cruise! Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 2 By Thor4u Monday night at sea, en route to Jamaica When we returned to the cruise ship, we compared notes with our fellow travelers over dinner. Except for Tony. Tony had gotten drunk in Cancun on some local specialty drink, and was sound asleep in our cabin. Brenda and Mom treated everyone to tales of our great adventure at Chichen Itza. Brenda scared the shit out of me by pulling out her camera and showing pictures she had taken. Fortunately though, she had transferred the pictures of her tits to another disk. After dinner, my stepsister Kim, Brenda's foxy daughter Cassie and I went to the ships disco for awhile and then joined our parents in the main ballroom for the 9PM stage show. When the show was over, Paul returned to his cabin without even asking Brenda what she wanted to do. Kim and Cassie returned to the disco, leaving me with Mom and Brenda. After a while, I excused myself and returned to my cabin, only to find Tony puking in the toilet again. So I returned to the ballroom. I was surprised to see that both Mom and Brenda were dancing when I returned. Neither of them seemed to be really interested in the men; they were just having fun. The men, on the other hand, were in heat. All of them were hitting hard on the two beautiful, seemingly single women. It wasn't working, of course. Mom introduced me to the guys as her "Main Man." I was beaming. And Brenda told them that I was her "Main Man" too. She beamed again when I agreed and gave her a big hug. The guys saw this was hopeless, so they gave up and went looking for more available women. Mom made me dance with her whenever there was a slow song, mostly to keep the men away. Actually, I was used to dancing with her, and I liked it, so it wasn't bad. We were careful not to get too close, and Mom reminded me to "be cool." That expression was becoming our secret password. As the evening progressed, Brenda drank more and danced less, frequently declining invitations to dance. Finally, the band played a slow saxophone song that I didn't know. But Brenda knew it. "Ohmygod, 'Europa!!' she squealed. Brenda insisted that she wanted to enjoy "...the sexiest song I know...with the sexiest young man I know." Me! It was a pretty good song, made popular by some guy named Gato Barbieri, and if you're in a sexy mood, I guess it is great to dance to. I was mostly tired, and Brenda was mostly drunk by now, so the song seemed to last forever. Brenda was rubbing herself all over my body, clutching me close to her, blowing in my ear, really putting on a show. Mom was a little upset. By the time we finished dancing, I had a raging hardon and Brenda was doing everything but raping me on the dance floor. The band played another slow song, but fortunately Mom saved me. She insisted that this was the last dance for the evening, and claimed her right to share it with her "Main Man." As we danced, I noticed Brenda turn down one man after another as she sat sipping the last of her drink. She smiled and blew me a kiss. Mom's body felt wonderful during that dance. Possibly aroused by Brenda, Mom did not stay away from me this time. Instead, she held me close, pressing into me with both her breasts and pelvic area. She could feel my raging hardon, and rubbed herself against me gently. "Oh God, you feel good, Jason! You feel SO good!" First I get mauled by Brenda, now my Mom is almost dry-humping me on the dance floor! I was about to cum in my pants! Finally, reluctantly, I reminded Mom of the need to "be cool." It was hard for both of us to agree, but we did. I walked off the dance floor with the biggest hardon I had ever had. I was thankful the ballroom was dark so my problem would not be noticed (except by Mom and Brenda, of course). As we left the ballroom, Brenda suggested due to the way the cabins were situated (Mom's on this deck and mine and Brenda's one deck lower) that we walk Mom to her cabin first, and then I could walk Brenda to her cabin on the way to mine. It made perfect sense to everyone but Mom, who was much too smart for that. She insisted that the gallant young man (and his Mother) should first walk Brenda to her cabin, and then I was to walk Mom to hers. Brenda protested, but Mom was adamant. So we walked Brenda to her cabin. As we said goodnight, Brenda grabbed me forcefully and gave me a big hug and a kiss full on the lips! She was even trying to give me some tongue, but Mom stopped it by snapping at her. "Brenda, for God's sake, let him go!" Now, Mom was really pissed! Brenda blubbered an apology and went into her cabin on the verge of tears. As I walked Mom back upstairs to her cabin, neither of us spoke. Finally, I tried to offer an apology, but Mom blew it off, saying Brenda just gets crazy when she is drunk. Then she broke the tension by telling me she could tell I enjoyed the kiss, despite my protests. (My perpetual hardon was very evident) Then, she gently took me in her arms and gave me a very tender kiss on the lips. Nothing like Brenda's lusty kiss very soft and sweet. But with her breasts pressed into my chest, and my rock-hard cock snuggling into her crotch, it was a kiss to remember. It definitely was not a mother-son kiss! Then, Mom said simply, "Goodnight, my gallant prince. Sleep well." I would, but I had some serious jacking off to do first! I returned to my cabin and was relieved to see Tony snoring loudly in his bed. But the toilet smelled like a sewer; Tony had puked all over the floor. I called room service and asked them to bring some towels, but instead they sent a janitor who cleaned up the whole mess and deodorized the cabin. Tony slept through the whole thing. I gave the janitor a $20 tip. The janitor thanked me and told me that there was a message on my phone, pointing out the blinking light and giving me instructions on how to retrieve the message. I figured it was Kim leaving a message for Tony, but I was wrong. It was Brenda. "Hi Jason! It's Brenda, honey. I need help with something. Could you please call me when you get in. Just let the phone ring one time and then hang up, so you don't wake Paul. I'll call you right back." I called Brenda's cabin, but instead of following her plan, Brenda answered on the first ring. She said she couldn't talk, but wanted me to do her a favor without asking a bunch of questions. She wanted me to go up to the disco and see if Kim and Cassie were still there. If so, I was to find out how long they would be dancing and call her back. It was pretty strange, but I agreed, wondering why she was spying on the girls. It was now about Midnight. I went to the disco and found Kim and Cassie. They had run into a bunch of college kids and were having a great time. I told them everybody else was back in their cabins and that I was headed for mine. As cautiously as I could, I asked how long they were going to be out. They told me they would probably stay out until the disco closed at 4 AM. Kim also said she would sleep in Cassie's room, rather than wake Mom, and asked that I tell Tony and Mom in the morning. I agreed and left. Cassie was obsessed with a college guy, but Kim gave me a weird look, like she didn't understand what I was doing. She didn't ask any questions, but I knew she was going to want an explanation later. I returned to my cabin and called Brenda. One ring, no answer. I hung up. Brenda called right back, took the information, thanked me perfunctorily, and hung up. A couple of minutes later, just as I was starting to undress, I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it and discovered a steward standing there with an envelope in his hand. "Master Jason?" He seemed surprised by something. "Yes?" "For you, sir," he said as he handed me the envelope. As I reached into my pocket for a tip, he said, with just a hint of a smile on his face, "The lady has already taken care of the tip, sir. Good night." I opened the envelope and found a cabin key and a note: "'Main Man'...please join me in Cassie's room. I need to talk to you...B." It was from Brenda! This was getting weirder by the minute! I walked down my corridor to the middle of the ship, crossed at the elevator lobby, and then took the corridor on the other side of the ship to Cassie's room. I tapped gently on the door. "Yes...?" I heard Brenda's voice. "It's me," I whispered. Brenda opened the door. She was wearing a floor length red satin robe and slippers. Her hair, which had been up earlier when she wore an evening dress to dinner and dancing, was down, flowing softly over her shoulders. She still had her makeup on. "Come in, Jason," she invited. I started to ask what this was about, but lost my nerve again. Instead, I simply nodded and stepped into Cassie's cabin. Brenda closed and locked the door behind us. "Jason...I called you here to apologize. I'm sorry for the way I acted today. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I tried to go to sleep and forget it, but I just had to talk to you first." She was near tears again. I mumbled something about it being all right, but it was clear that she had embarrassed me. Brenda was determined to get to the bottom of this problem, so she went over all of the events of the day, citing what we/she had done and asking why each episode embarrassed me. Then she summarized everything. "Okay, Jason...let me recap. You tell me if I have this right, okay?" I agreed. "At Chichen Itza, you enjoyed looking at my titties and taking my picture. If it had just been the two of us, you would have been okay with it, right?" "Right." "And on the bus ride, you enjoyed me snuggling with you, right?" "Right." "And, since Betsy couldn't see what was going on under the blanket, you enjoyed me touching your cock, right?" "Right...as long as you didn't do it enough for Mom to notice, I liked it. I was scared that you were gonna get me off, but once I saw that you knew not to do that, it was great." "Great?" Brenda was smiling. "Yeah...great." "But, you didn't like dancing with me?" "No, no! I LIKED dancing with you, you were just too...I don't know. Too sexy. Mom was having a cow!" "But if we were alone...and I danced with you like that...would you like it?" "Yeah, I guess so. It was a little scary, to be honest with you. Mostly because Mom was watching, but also because I've never had a woman do those things to me." "Is that also how you felt when I kissed you goodnight? You were embarrassed because your Mom was there, and also you were scared because I was so aggressive?" "Yeah, I guess so. I was terrified." "But were you excited?" "Oh God yes! I've never been as excited as I was on the bus, and when we were dancing, and when you were kissing me! I was so excited it scared me. I almost peed in my pants." We both laughed. "But you liked it?" "Hell yes I liked it! I'm not stupid, you know!" "Well, I liked it too, Jason. I liked the look in your eyes when you were looking at my titties. I like the feeling of your big cock in my hand. You have a really beautiful cock, Jason. You are already bigger than my poor husband. I like feeling your body against mine when we dance, especially the feeling of your cock getting hard. Do you know you affect me the same way, Jason?" "Your cock gets hard?" I was joking, mostly out of nervousness. "No silly. Women don't have cocks. But you make my nipples hard. And you make me wet." "Wet?" "Yes, wet. When men and women get aroused, their penises and vaginas get ready to have sex. You get a "hardon." Women excrete lubricants which make the vagina wet and slippery, so the penis can enter us more easily. We get wet." "Oh." I commented brilliantly. "Jason...You have a lot to learn." Brenda paused for a moment, deep in thought. I could tell she was nervous. Finally, she spoke slowly, "Jason ...don't think badly of me, but if you want me to, I'd like to be your teacher. I want you to feel free to ask me anything, to come to me with your questions. I won't embarrass you ever again. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand. It's just so fast, that's all." "Sex happens fast, Jason, usually long before we are ready for it. I want you to be ready. I want you to understand, to enjoy, and to appreciate the beauty and the responsibility of sex. You won't get much of that on the street, learning from the 'big kids' who don't know anything themselves." "Yeah, I know." "So...do we have a deal, or do you want this old bag to just leave you alone?" "You are not an old bag...you are a very sexy woman. You are the most exciting woman I have ever met. And yes, we have a deal. I can't think another person I would trust with this except Mom, and as we already discussed, she can't do a lot of it." "Okay," Brenda paused again...for a long time. "Would you like to get started now...or have you had enough to think about for one night?" "I don't know...I'm nervous and scared. But I really would like to see your titties again." Brenda glowed with love and excitement. That was exactly what she wanted to hear -- exactly what she needed to hear. "Okay, lover. You just make yourself comfortable in that chair, and 'Aunt' Brenda will be right back!" I sat in an easy chair, and Brenda turned out all but one small lamp and disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later I heard the sounds of "Europa" softly being played on a boombox Cassie had brought on the trip. When Brenda reappeared from the bathroom, she was breathtaking! Brenda wore a skin-tight transparent white nylon dress. The dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was not a nightgown, it was a short mini-dress, but you certainly could never have worn it outside your home. One shoulder was bare, and there was a gold clasp securing a strap over the other shoulder. I could clearly see her tits, her nipples, her belly-button, everything! Brenda wore no bra, and although her breasts were enormous, they were not very saggy at all. She had the most beautiful set of tits I had ever seen much prettier than anything in Hustler or Playboy. The only thing Brenda wore under the dress was a white thong. Some of her pubic hairs were clearly visible around the edges of the thong. As she walked into the main part of the cabin, Brenda began swaying gently to the sounds of the song. I hadn't noticed the music much when we danced earlier, but now it became an anthem of sexuality. The song varies between a moderate pace and very slow parts. In the slow parts, Brenda moved into exaggerated positions which highlighted her body...especially her bulging 38DD tits. It was a strip-tease without taking any clothes off. I was spellbound. Needless to say, my cock leapt to attention! I stood up...I guess to dance with Brenda, but she motioned for me to sit back down. She continued to dance around the floor alone, dipping and swaying effortlessly to the music. She was a vision of sex like I had never dreamed of. As the song neared its conclusion, Brenda slowly undid the gold clasp on her shoulder and slowly, slowly pulled the gausey nylon away from her enormous tits, rolling it into a sort of belt around her waist. Her magnificent breasts were completely bare! Brenda now danced closer and closer to my chair. I was frozen in space and time. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I just stared at her...with the biggest hardon of my young life in my pants and my mouth hanging wide open. Brenda was beaming with happiness. I was appreciating her beauty, and she was loving every second of it. As the final few notes played softly, Brenda gently caressed her huge breasts, stroking them slowly, then massaging them more firmly, then lightly touching, twisting and pinching her big brown nipples. Her nipples jutted out at least a half- inch from her tits, and they were hard as rocks. As the last note ended, Brenda sighed and stood motionless right in front of me. I just gawked. "Look, Jason. Look how you have made my nipples hard," she whispered seductively as she tweaked both nipples. "Feel them, Jason...feel my big titties." Suddenly, I was frozen no more. I roughly grabbed her tits with both hands. Brenda squealed with delight and mock fear, and told me to be gentle. She showed me how to stroke her breasts and caress her nipples. She asked me to suck her nipples and I did. I sucked very gently at first, but she started sighing and moaning, so I began to suck harder. "Oh God, Jason!!! That feels so good!" But then it was time for a lesson. Brenda told me how her nipples get hard and swollen in preparation for sex, and delighted me by telling me how hot I made her feel inside. "Are you wet? Is that the right way to say it?" I asked. "Yes...and yes, that's the right way to say it," She replied. "Here...let me show you." She quickly grabbed my right hand and placed it under the see-thru dress, right on top of the thong! Then, she told me to slide my finger under the thong and tell her what I felt. It felt incredible! It was hot (not warm) and very wet. The wetness was a little bit sticky, but mostly slippery. Brenda moaned loudly when I moved my finger back and forth. (My God, I had my finger in her pussy!!!!) At that point, Brenda took me by the hand and moved us to the couch. She quickly removed her thong and dropped it on the floor. As she sat next to me, she leaned over and placed her head on my shoulder and guided my hand back to her pussy. "Do that some more, Jason...I want to show you something else." As I gently stroked her pussy, she got even wetter than before. I was making long strokes now, up and down the outer part of her pussy, not in and out. As my finger glided across a small bulge at the top of her vagina, Brenda gasped, "Uhhhhh!!!!" and sat upright. I was scared; I thought I had hurt her, but she reassured me that I had not: "That's my clitoris, Jason, the most sensitive part of my vagina. That's the part that gets hard on a woman, but you can't see it unless you get up close and personal." "Oh," the diligent student said studiously. "Would you like to get up close and personal and see my clitoris, Jason?" "God, yes!" I exclaimed. I had never actually seen a pussy. I'd seen a few magazine pussies, but they were all airbrushed and didn't look real. This was a real pussy! I could see it moving, I could see the lubricant, I could touch it, I could even smell it! If I leaned forward just a little, I would be able to taste it! Brenda must have read my mind, because she stopped me before I dove into her juicy pussy. "First things first, Jason...let's not go too quickly with the clitoris. She deserves a lot of time and special attention." So, following Brenda's skillful instruction, I went back to slowly stroking her clitoris. She encouraged me to stroke it in many ways, from many directions, and to vary the pressure and speed. She taught me that as she responded (by gasping, moaning, panting, talking, etc.), I should continue with whatever technique was stimulating her the most. She also told me it would be different every time, so it was important to be sensitive to her response. I had kinda figured out where this was going when Brenda informed me that women masturbated just like men did, and that they did so by massaging their clitorises. I was surprised to learn that women masturbated, and I was also surprised that adults did it. I thought it was just a kid thing. With Brenda's encouragement, I continued stroking her clitoris, as well as the rest of her vagina. Gradually, I could feel the urgency growing in her. I saw the fire rise in her eyes. She was moaning, kissing me, whispering my name, panting heavily. I knew she was gonna cum, just like I did when I jacked off. I tried to make it last as long as I could, but finally Brenda just exploded. Her body jumped all over the couch, and I could feel a large flow of fluid in the vagina. "UHHH!!! OHHHH!!! UHH! UHH! UHH! OH JASE!!! OH BABY...I'M CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!! OH FUCK. OH FUCK. OH. OH. OH. OH. AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...................." When she finished cumming, which seemed to take almost a full minute of shaking and jerking, Brenda laughed weakly, and then began crying softly as she snuggled into my chest. I held her close, and I had never felt so close to another human being...not even Mom. Wow!!! We laid there for a long time on the couch, kissing softly. After about 20 minutes, Brenda got her breath and told me what a wonderful lover I was. At first I just thought she was being encouraging due to my inexperience, but the look in her eyes told me she was dead serious. "Jason...I have never cum so hard in my life. You were awesome, baby!" And then, to my delight, Brenda informed me that it was my turn! First she put the thong back on her sopping pussy, grinning from ear to ear as she did so. Then she informed me that I had way too many clothes on. I had changed into shorts, a teeshirt and sandals before going to Cassie's cabin, but that was still too much for Brenda. She removed my sandals, then my shirt. Then, very slowly, she removed my Docker shorts...leaving only my boxers. "Okay...now for the reward in our little treasure hunt! Let me see that big cock, Jason!" Brenda gently lowered my boxers, and her eyes went wide with appreciation when she saw my cock for the first time. "Oh God, Jason! You are beautiful! And BIG!" Brenda didn't waste any time with preliminaries. She went into the bathroom and returned with some lotion, which she rubbed the entire length of my cock. My cock was huge now, I had never seen it so big. It was at least 7 and a half inches! As she stroked my cock like a pro, Brenda asked what I thought about when I masturbated. I told her women's tits. "Like mine, Jason? Do you think about big titties like mine?" Of course I said I did. "And what do you think about when you cum, Jason?" I told her I just thought about women's bodies. "Do you ever think about cumming on their bodies, Jason? Ever think about cumming on their tits?" I panted yes. "How 'bout their faces, Jason? Ever think about cumming in their faces?" I said no. That seemed like kind of a strange thing to do. (Remember I was a very inexperienced 14 year old.) "Well now, Jason...would you like to cum on my big tits?" "OH YEAH!!!" I exclaimed. Then, very slowly, very sensuously, Brenda began rubbing my raging cock between her enormous breasts. She never missed a stroke on my huge cock as she did that. I thought I was gonna explode, but she was an expert at this. Brenda told me to lean back against the couch and just relax...let her do the work. As I did, she slowed the pace of her jacking motion, but increased the pressure. I was ready to shoot! "Come on, Jason," Brenda whispered. "Come on, baby. Nice and easy. Yessssssss. Yesssssss. Cum on Brenda's big titties, baby. Squirt all over Aunt Brenda!" Brenda kept urging me on as she jacked! Finally, she picked up the pace, and I shot the first big blob of cum across her face and into her hair! "Oh shit, sorry!" I exclaimed. "No problem, sexy," Brenda replied. As she continued to jack my big cock with one hand, she wiped some of the cum off her face with the other hand...and licked it off her fingers! When she did that, I started cumming for real. She quickly guided my big spurting cock back and forth as it gushed cum all over both of her enormous breasts. She rubbed my cock on her nipples, letting me feel their hardness. Brenda never stopped stroking my cock. The third big blast went straight for her face again, but this time she was ready. She opened her mouth wide and caught a lot of it. The rest went along her cheek and into her left ear. She laughed heartily and continued jacking. I had never cum more than once, although I had jacked off, and then jacked off again a short time later. But that was nothing like this! Brenda kept me going and hosed herself thoroughly on both breasts and her stomach with the fourth blast. Then, Brenda took my hands and massaged all the cum into her breasts, stomach, shoulders, and arms. When she finished, she leered sexily and put her dress back on, right on top of all that cum! Brenda still wasn't through with me. She knelt in front of me on the floor and slowly, lovingly jacked me to one last climax. I wouldn't have thought it possible, but this one was no smaller than the others. Brenda was laughing lasciviously as she directed my cum all over the front of her dress, and rubbed it into the see-thru material with her hands guiding mine. It was an incredible sight. Then, she took my exhausted cock in her loving mouth and sucked it clean. She told me she would show me about oral sex some other time, but she just had to taste me. And as quickly as that, the lesson was over. I had seen my first pussy, masturbated a beautiful and sexy woman to gratification, and received my first handjob by a woman. Okay, my first five handjobs! Brenda looked at the clock and realized that it was almost 2 AM. " Better get going, sexy one. We certainly don't want to get caught together." She laughed as I stumbled awkwardly through getting dressed. My knees were so weak I could hardly stand, and my hands (which had performed with surgical precision stroking Brenda's slippery pussy) were not working at all. It was like trying to get dressed while wearing boxing gloves. Finally, I succeeded Brenda told me to check myself in the mirror, which I did. She said I should leave immediately, and she would clean up a little and then leave when she was sure I was back in my cabin. Then she gave me a quick inspection, kissed me tenderly on the lips, said goodnight, and pushed me out the door into the corridor. Fortunately, the corridor was deserted. I took a couple of shaky strides toward the elevator lobby, but froze when I heard the elevator chime sound and the door open. Someone was coming. As soon as I heard the two girls giggling, I knew it was my stepsister Kim and Brenda's daughter Cassie! I turned and ran back down the corridor, looking for an escape! Just past Cassie's cabin, I found another hall which crossed the ship and connected to my corridor. I dashed down that hallway just as the girls stepped into the corridor leading to Cassie's cabin. I was pretty sure they hadn't seen me. As I rounded the corner of my corridor and started running to my cabin, I saw an open laundry room. I decided to duck in there and wait until I was sure it was safe to continue. I stepped in the laundry room, closed and locked the door, and turned the light off. I listened carefully for voices, but all I could hear was my own heart pounding! After a couple of minutes, I continued on to my cabin. Tony was still sleeping when I arrived. ****************************** As they left the elevator and turned the corner into the corridor to Cassie's cabin, Kim and Cassie were giggling and discussing the boys they had met in the disco. Cassie was a little drunk, but not too bad. Kim had consumed a few beers, but she was sober. Cassie didn't see anything. Kim barely noticed a movement at the far end of the corridor, as someone ducked into the hallway connecting the corridors which ran down each side of the ship. All she could really see was one bare foot in a sandal, disappearing down the hallway. Of course, Kim didn't need to see any more -- she had given those sandals to Jason for his birthday. That little shit was spying on them!! First he wants to know how long they are going to be in the disco, now she sees him ducking down a hallway! Kim briefly considered chasing Jason, but decided to confront him the next morning and pressure the truth out of him. Then, both girls were surprised to see Cassie's cabin door open, and Cassie's mother, Brenda, emerge from the cabin. Brenda was wearing a long red robe and slippers, but she did not look like she was ready for bed. Her makeup was still on, for one thing. As they got closer, Kim picked up a momentary look of terror in Brenda's eyes as she saw the girls. The look changed quickly to one of thought, and then to a broad, plastic smile. "Oh, there you are, my little party animals! I was just looking in on you to be sure you got back OK." Cassie accepted the explanation without question, but Kim saw instantly that Brenda was lying. Brenda quickly asked if they had fun, and then excused herself hurriedly, saying she was exhausted. (I'll bet you are, Brenda!), Kim thought. Kim knew enough about sex to recognize the smell of cum, and cum-scent was very evident on Brenda! Brenda had been in Cassie's room fucking somebody and that damn Jason had either been spying on Brenda and her lover, or serving as their lookout! That sneaky little shit! Kim would get to the bottom of this little mystery tomorrow. Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 3 By Thor4u At sea, en route to Jamaica: The next day was a full day at sea, en route to Jamaica. I had not been looking forward to this day, because there wasn't much to do except eat and lay by one of the pools on the huge cruise ship. Now, however, the whole world had changed! After the extraordinary day and evening with Brenda, I hoped I could get alone with her again today. Breakfast was pretty normal except for Kim. First of all, she was late for breakfast. And, she was still pissed at Tony. That was okay because Tony was an asshole anyway. But she was also very tense, and it seemed to be worse when she was talking to either Brenda or me. After breakfast, Kim told Tony to "...go do whatever," and then said she wanted to speak to me alone. I said sure, but there was something in her attitude that was threatening. We went to one of the lounges and talked. She accused me of spying on her and Cassie, because of my questions about how long they were going to stay in the disco. When I denied that, saying I was deciding whether to stay and dance with them or go to bed, she told me she had seen me leaving the area of Cassie's cabin just as they got off the elevator. I denied it, but she wasn't buying. She reminded me that she bought me those sandals, and said she knew it was me. I still denied it. There was nothing else to do. I had to either deny everything, or tell her everything which I would never do! Kim was furious, but I could tell she had no idea what was going on. She thought I was checking up on them, and angrily called me a "narc." Kim got a very serious look on her face and told me if I ever spied on her again, she would 1) kick my ass, and 2) tell Mom. I wasn't too afraid of her kicking my ass, but her threat to tell Mom terrified me. I couldn't help giving that fear away, and that only caused her to press harder. When I continued to deny everything and refused to give any information, Kim stormed off. Kimmy was not having a good cruise. ********* As she stormed away, Kim thought: That little prick!!! He denies everything, but it is so obvious that he is lying. I am not sure what's up, but I'm not taking this. A drunk asshole boyfriend, and a little spying puke of a step-brother. If he's so afraid of me telling Mom, that's exactly what I'll do! The little fucker had his chance. ********* Betsy, Jason's beautiful mother, listened carefully as her step-daughter vented her frustrations with Jason. Poor Kim, what a nightmare of a vacation this kid is having! But Jason was another matter. Why was he spying on Kim and Cassie? That was not at all like Jason. Both sides of this family enjoyed a close, open relationship. If anyone wanted to know what anyone else was doing, all they had to do was ask. There was no need to spy. And, there was another thing that puzzled Betsy. Kim was giving her a lot of allegations against Jason, but she was also withholding something. Betsy couldn't put her finger on it, but when she asked Kim why Jason might have been watching them, Kim just said she had no idea. Kim was not telling the whole truth. Betsy knew she would have to talk to Jason. *********** As Kim left her stepmother's cabin, she smiled. That little shit was in for it now! This will teach him to spy on her. Kim was also glad she had not told Betsy about Brenda being in Cassie's cabin, or about her leaving the cabin reeking of cum. Brenda was her stepmother's very best friend, and Kim didn't want to be the one to tell her Brenda was screwing around on her husband. *********** I was shooting pool with a couple of other kids in the "Boardroom" when Mom found me. Mom is really cool and she knew not to embarrass me in front of other kids my age. She just told me she was going to sit out by the pool at the rear of the Promenade Deck and to come see her whenever I got finished. That was a clear signal to get my butt to the pool, but only she and I knew it. When I got to the pool, Mom was sitting in a lounge chair reading a magazine. She had on a conservative one-piece bathing suit. She smiled when I sat down next to her, and said, "Jason, I want to get more sun, but I'm not comfortable here. Can we go to my suite? Then I can sun on the balcony and we can talk without being interrupted." I quickly agreed and helped her gather up her stuff. We went to the suite. Unlike the cabins on A Deck, this suite had a full bedroom with king-sized bed; a large sitting room with a big couch that opened into a bed, several chairs and tables, and a big-screen TV; and a large master bathroom with a Roman tub. There was a fairly large, open, teak-decked balcony off the bedroom with two chaise lounges for sunning. Before I could really enjoy the surroundings, however, Mom spoke. "Jason...we have to talk about something. It's nothing serious yet, and I don't want it to become anything serious. But we need to straighten something out. Do you know what I'm talking about, Jason?" "No Mom, what?" "Kim and Cassie, Jason." (Shit! That dirty bitch! Fucking Kim told her! Shit! Shit! Shit!) "What about them, Mom?" I replied, struggling to retain my composure. "Kim says you are spying on them. Are you? And if so, why?" "No, goddammit! I AM NOT! I told Kim that! She's just having a problem with Tony, so she's trying to screw up everybody's cruise!" I was legitimately pissed that Kim had told Mom, and that furor almost carried the day. Almost. But then Mom starting asking about me questioning Kim and Cassie on how late they were going to stay in the disco. I gave her my answer (just trying to decide whether to stay up with them or go to bed), but it was obvious that I was lying. Mom continued to press for the truth, and I continued to deny. Finally, she got really angry at me, almost breaking into tears because her darling son was lying to her. Which I was, of course. Seeing her like that broke my heart and I decided to tell her the truth. Or at least part of the truth. I told her that Brenda had asked me to go check on them, and let her know how late they were going to be out. I told her I asked them, called Brenda back and told her they would be out until 4 AM, and that was all. Mom's face softened. "Okay. I can understand that...and I can understand why you would lie to Kim about that. You wouldn't want her to know that Brenda was checking on her daughter, and you sure as hell wouldn't want them to know you were doing Brenda's dirty work." But then she frowned, and asked, "But Jason...why would you lie to me about that??" I didn't really have an answer for that. I told her I was just trying to end the discussion and keep Brenda out of it. I stood up to leave, but she ordered me to sit down. I could tell she was determined to get to the truth. Shit! "All right, forget the disco thing for now. Why were you spying on Cassie's room?" I denied that, but it was no use. Then I tried to say I was going to check on their room to see if they had gotten home yet, but that didn't work either. "Really??? Why did you check on their room at 2 AM, when they had told you they would be out until 4 AM? And why didn't you just call them? And...when they got off the elevator, why did you run? You're not making any sense, Jason!" I knew she was right, but I stuck to my story. That made Mom furious, so she told me to go to my cabin and stay there until she called for me. She told me to spend my time thinking about how it felt to lie to my mother, and to make an adult decision about whether I really wanted to continue to lie to her. She made it clear that if I continued to lie, our relationship which was built on mutual trust would be changing radically. I've never been so scared...but I stuck to my story. I had no choice. I went to my room and cried myself to sleep. I wasn't the studly young man with the big cock anymore...I was just a scared 14 year-old kid. ********* Kim was glad to hear that Betsy had confronted Jason. But she was startled when her soft-spoken stepmother suddenly called her a liar and accused her of withholding information. Kim tried to wiggle out of this bind, but she wasn't any better liar than Jason. Betsy pressed her hard, raising her voice so loud Kim was afraid someone outside Betsy's suite would hear. At the height of the argument, Betsy defiantly told Kim that all Jason was doing was checking on the girls for Cassie's mother...which Brenda certainly had every right to do...and that Kim had made a big damn deal over nothing. Betsy was almost screaming at Kim, because she was determined to find out what else was going on. Jason's spy work for Brenda was one thing, but his sneaking around their cabin was something else. Betsy was convinced that Kim had told her part of the truth, but certainly not all of it. Finally, Kim broke: "All right, GODDAMMIT!! I'll tell you what REALLY happened. Your sweet Brenda -- your best friend -- was in Cassie's cabin getting her brains fucked out! That's what was going on! And your sniveling little shit of a son he was acting as her fucking lookout!!! That's what REALLY happened last night. Jason was watching for us, he signaled Brenda and her friend, and then he hauled ass! Brenda didn't have time to clean up I could smell cum on her from 10 feet away when she came out of that room! And in her hurry, she left tissues in the wastebasket with cum on them! There were cum stains on the couch and the carpet! Poor Cassie is too naive to realize what was going on, but I spent almost an hour cleaning up that fucking slut's mess this morning -- that's why I was late for fucking breakfast! Now, are you satisfied???!!" Kim broke down in tears. "Okay, okay...I'm sorry, but I had to know what was going on," Betsy consoled her stepdaughter. She held Kim for several minutes, rocking her softly back and forth until the tears subsided. Then she told Kim that she could not go into any details, but not to judge Brenda too harshly. She said that when Kim got older she would realize that not everything was black and white, that things were not as simple as they seemed. She said that her friend Brenda was going through a difficult time, and she (Betsy) needed to help her through it. She also told her that she would straighten Jason out for good there would never be a repeat of last night. When Kim left, she felt a little sad, but was confident that Betsy would not confront Brenda or drag Kim into her problems. And she smiled as she thought of Jason facing the music with his mother. When Kim left, Betsy felt a little sad too. She knew Kim had told her everything she knew. But she also knew Kim didn't know everything. Kim didn't know about Brenda snuggling with Jason on the bus. Kim didn't know that Betsy suspected that Brenda was rubbing Jason's cock under the blanket. Kim didn't know about the way Brenda danced with Jason last night in the Ballroom. Kim didn't know then Brenda tried to get Jason to walk her "home" alone last night. Kim didn't know about Brenda practically trying to force her tongue down Jason's throat when she kissed him goodnight. But most of all, Kim didn't know that there was a gaping hole in her theory of Jason acting as a lookout. If Jason had signaled Brenda and then was spotted by Kim as he fled, and Brenda didn't even have time to clean up before leaving...what happened to Brenda's mystery lover? Where did HE go? Betsy thought she knew, and there were only two ways to find out neither of them attractive. She could confront Brenda, or she could confront Jason again. She decided to spare her dear friend. *********** I hadn't been asleep for long when the phone rang. It was Mom. She asked me to come back up to her suite. She sounded okay. When I got to the suite, Mom had changed into her bikini. She looked spectacular in this bikini, because she has the perfect figure for it. She was drinking a glass of white wine. She said that she wanted to get some good sun, and had decided to stay in her suite and sun on the balcony. She asked me to come out on the balcony with her and talk to her as she got a tan. When we got to the balcony, Mom put suntan oil on. I told Mom she should use the white cream sunblock because it gives more protection, but she said she likes the way the oil feels on her body. She started by rubbing oil all over her legs, stomach, arms, shoulders, neck and face. Then she slowly rubbed oil on the exposed tops of her breasts. She was watching me watch her as she carefully rubbed the oil in. My cock started to rise in my shorts, but she couldn't see it because of the way I was sitting. Then Mom rolled over on her stomach and asked me to rub suntan oil on her back, starting with her feet and legs. By the time I got to her knees, I had a raging hardon. I progressed up her thighs, trying to be careful. I avoided the inside of her thighs, but she told me not to neglect those areas. When I rubbed the oil there, I could swear she sighed softly. She also told me to rub some oil on her butt, and to do it carefully. She insisted that I rub a little under the material of her bikini so she wouldn't get sunburned if the material shifted. As I rubbed oil under the bikini bottoms and started down the inside, toward her crotch, Mom shifted and spread her legs slightly, allowing me to reach further. I was as careful as I could be, but when I rubbed oil under the bikini, right next to her vagina, Mom stiffened and went, "Ughhh!" I knew why she jumped but I said I thought I had hurt her and apologized. She laughed and said that it didn't hurt, it felt good TOO good and that I could move on to her back. I rubbed oil into her back gently, making sure to cover every inch. When I got to the strap to the top, she told me to undo it. I declined, saying I didn't know how. She said it was about time I learned. She unfastened the strap and she let it drop, exposing the sides of her breasts, but not the nipples. She told me to resume oiling her back. I finished her back, paying special attention to her neck and shoulders. I gave them a nice massage, which Mom loved. Then, I said, "Okay, Mom, that's it. I'm done, and I'm outta here." As much as I loved the view, I really wanted to get away without another serious conversation. "Not so quick, Tiger!" Mom stopped me. "You missed part of my back." "Where?" "The sides of my breasts, Jason. Of all the places I don't want a sunburn, that is the worst." I tried to decline, but Mom just said, "Oh c'mon, Jason! They don't bite!" So I gently started rubbing a little oil on the side of one breast. Mom demanded more, and told me to put oil on both hands and do both sides at the same time. As I did so, Mom raised herself up on her elbows, which raised her tits off of the bikini top and gave me more access. If I wanted to (or actually, if I had the balls -- which I did not!), I could have reached right around and cupped both of her glorious tits in the palms of my hands. But I didn't. I timidly rubbed as little oil as I thought I could get away with, and then stopped. Mom laughed. "Jason, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid to touch me?" "Yeah, Mom. You're darn right I'm afraid to touch your breasts!" "Why? Do you want me to get a sunburn?" She teased. "No Mom, don't be silly. You know why -- being cool and all. Besides, you can put oil on your breasts by yourself. You don't need me to do that for you." "Oh I know that Jason, but you have such soft hands. Your touch feels so good on my skin. But if you don't want to, I guess I'll just have to do it myself." And with that, Mom sat back upright on the chaise, causing her top to fall to the floor and completely exposing her magnificent breasts as she faced me directly, smiling broadly. As I sat spellbound on the other chaise, Mom slowly rubbed oil into her breasts with both hands, purring and sighing as she did. Mom was deliberately putting on an erotic show for my benefit! I thought my pounding cock was going to rip through my shorts! "See Jason, its not so bad," Mom cooed. "But it would feel a LOT better, honey, if you would do this for me." I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't resist. I reached forward with both hands and gently began rubbing Mom's breasts. From my experience last night, I knew not to squeeze too tightly. I just gently rubbed and stroked her breasts. There was plenty of oil on them, but I wasn't stopping and Mom wasn't asking me to. She began to sigh more and then moaned when I softly massaged her nipples. Her nipples instantly got rock-hard, and her breath became more shallow and rapid. I gave her nipples a gentle twist. "Oh God, Jason! That feels so wonderful!" And then, jokingly, "Don't ever stop, honey! We have a whole week on this ship, and I want to spend it all right here, just like this, with you!" I was torn between being more excited than I had ever been, and being scared to death. But I kept kneading and stroking the most beautiful pair of tits in the world. Mom continued to get into it, sighing and moaning softly. As Brenda had instructed me, I paid close attention to what aroused Mom and I concentrated on those areas and techniques. I really wanted to suck her nipples, but before I could, Mom spoke again. "Jase...Don't stop. But I want to ask you something...and I want you to tell me the truth." "Okay, Mom" I was mesmerized. "Jase...that feels so wonderful. Not like a kid grabbing a girls tits. It feels like a very loving lover caressing my heart. I love you so much, and I can't begin to tell you how wonderful that feels...not just on my breasts, but deep, deep inside me." "Good Mom. I want you to feel good." I resisted the urge to ask her if she was wet I knew the answer anyway. "But, Jason, you didn't learn that wonderful technique in sex education classes, did you?" Mom paused, and her face turned serious. "Tell me the truth, honey...Brenda taught you that last night, didn't she?" The words hit me like a high-voltage charge! I jumped back, releasing my beautiful mother's spectacular breasts like they were burning coals. But when I looked at Mom's face, she was smiling sweetly, lovingly. "Jason, my wonderful son...don't stop." And she gently took my hands in hers and placed them back on her breasts. "It's okay, honey. It's OKAY. But please tell me the truth. I couldn't stand to lose my son and my best friend over an unnecessary lie." It was hopeless. There was no further sense in lying. "Yes, Mom. Brenda taught me this. Last night. She taught me. I'm sorry...I'm so ashamed." I stopped rubbing Mom's tits, and dropped my arms to my side. My shoulders slumped in defeat. My eyes filled with tears. "Well, first of all, sweetheart, it is certainly nothing for you to be ashamed of. Brenda is a beautiful woman, and a wonderful person. Brenda is also having a lot of marital problems, and she has sexual needs just like the rest of us. And you are a very handsome young man, with a wonderful body...and I suspect with equipment that most full-grown men would be proud to carry between their legs. So, in light of the situation, and the excitement of the cruise, and the big adventure we had yesterday, it is not surprising that you two horndogs got together." Mom paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts and choosing her words carefully. She picked up her bikini top and put it back on. "Jason...we have to have a serious talk, because what you are getting into is very serious business for you and for Brenda. Sex is the most powerful thing we humans have to deal with; you just have no idea, Jason. It can make you happier than anything else in the world. But it can also destroy you. Sex is like handling a nuclear explosive, Jason; you have to be extremely careful. "Let's look at a couple of scenarios," Mom continued. "You almost got caught last night by Cassie and Kim. What do you think would have happened if they had walked in on you and Brenda?" "I guess they would have been pretty shocked," I replied. "What do you think they would have done?" Mom asked. "Before today, I would have said that Kim would not have done anything. She is my best friend. We trust each other and we share a lot of confidences. Before today, I think she would have been cool. Now that she has ratted me out to you, I'm not so sure." "Kim would have covered your little butt if she had walked in on you! She was very angry at you because she thought you were betraying the trust that you two have...that's why she came to me, that's why she was so angry. If she had known what you were REALLY doing, she never would have said a word to anyone but you. She would probably have been having this conversation with you right now, instead of me. "Cassie, though, is a very different story. Cassie is a cutie, but she is an airhead. If she didn't run immediately to her father, she would certainly have told him the first time she and Brenda had the slightest disagreement. Can you imagine what that would be like?" I had not ever considered anything like this. My worst case scenario had been Mom finding out. That had already happened, and to my surprise, Mom was very cool about it. But, FUCK Paul? Holy shit! He would probably kill me! He'd tell my step-dad! He'd kick Brenda out of the house! It would destroy their whole family! Now that I thought about it, I would be lucky if Paul killed me -- at least I wouldn't have to live with the humiliation. "And, Jason...there's another thing," Mom continued. "Cassie would not only have told her dad...she would tell all her friends at school. How would you like to deal with a rumor like that? Especially when the rumor was true?" Now I was really scared. I knew I had made a big mistake. I knew I was unbelievably lucky to have gotten away with it...at least so far. I also knew I had to do whatever was necessary to prevent this information from spreading beyond me, Mom and Brenda. Nobody else could know about this! Nobody...not even Kim. "God, Mom!" I said. "I never thought about all this stuff. Please don't tell anyone! Please, Mom???" "Oh, Jason! I would never tell anyone. I'm not even going to let Brenda know that I know about it. This is strictly between you and I. But we need to make sure this doesn't get out. We need to be very careful -- you are playing with dynamite here, Jason!" "I know, Mom. What do we do now?" "Well, the first thing we do is...you tell me the truth, Buster. No bullshit, and no half-truths. How long has this been going on with Brenda? Are you having intercourse with her? If so, are you using protection? If you think you have a problem now, just try to imagine the problem you would have if you got her pregnant!" "No, No, Mom!" I replied. "Last night was the first time...honest! And we didn't f....I mean have intercourse!" "It's okay, Jason. I've heard the word 'fuck' before." Mom was laughing at my embarrassment. "Sorry Mom. But no, we did not do that. We just masturbated." "You masturbated in front of Brenda?" There was a strange look in Mom's eyes. Not anger, not shock. Maybe a little jealousy. "No, Mom...she masturbated me. And I masturbated her." "Oh. And did you climax?" "I sure did, Mom! And so did Brenda!" I was pretty proud of that, even in this awkward situation. "Well, good for you both. Did you do anything else? Oral sex?" "Ummm...not exactly." "Not exactly? Well, what exactly then?" "Ummm, well, Brenda kinda cleaned me up a little afterwards...you know?" "With her mouth? How did that feel? Did you cum again then?" "Yeah with her mouth. She just sorta licked me and sucked the rest of the stuff out of my dick, but no, I didn't cum again. I couldn't have! I was too tired!" "And you didn't have intercourse?" "No. Really Mom." "How about anal sex? Do you know what that is? Did you do that?" Damn, Mom was sure covering all the bases! "NO! Yeah, I know what anal sex is, Mom. It's when faggots fuck each other in the ass!" "Well, that's partially right, but men and women do it, too," Mom corrected me. "Why would anyone want to stick their thing in someone's butt?" I was incredulous. I had always thought that was just a perversion that gays practiced because they didn't have pussies to fuck. "Because it feels good, Jason," Mom replied patiently. "Some people like it a lot." "Do you like it, Mom? Do you and Jack do that?" I asked urgently. "No, Jason, Jack and I don't do that." Mom replied, without answering all of the question. "Jack is very conservative about sex...which is fine, by the way. I have no complaints." I didn't believe that last statement for some reason. "But this is not about my sex life, Jason," Mom continued. "It's about yours. And it's about trust between you and I. Are you sure you've told me everything?" "Yes, Mom, I swear to God, I have," I said. God this was gonna be awful if I told the whole truth and she still didn't believe me! "Well, Brenda must really be a talented lover if she can exhaust you by just jerking you off!" "Yes, Mom...she really is. I was so excited, I just came and came and came." Mom was quiet. "Mom...don't be mad at me. Don't think bad things about me. I couldn't help it. It just happened. And don't be mad at Brenda...I don't think she meant for this to happen; I don't think she could help it either." "I'm not mad at you Jason. Not at Brenda either. Although..." "Although what, Mom?" "Well, to be brutally honest with you, Jason, I'm a little jealous of Brenda. You're my baby, my beautiful son. And I have a little problem with you having sex with a woman my age! You know how I feel about you we have had several discussions about the need to 'stay cool' with each other. "You've been honest with me, Jason, so I'm going to be honest with you. I want you Jason. Not like mother and son, like man and woman! When you were rubbing that oil on my breasts, it felt wonderful. I got very excited! I know it's wrong, but I can't help the way I feel about you. We have to continue to be very careful with each other. We can't let our feelings for each other get out of hand it could destroy our family, just like it could destroy Brenda's." "I know, Mom. We have to be careful, we have to stay cool. That is partly what the thing with Brenda was about. She said I need to learn stuff about sex, and that you can tell me stuff and answer a lot of questions, but you can't do anything with me. It would be against the law! That's partly why she said we should do stuff." "I thought so...and she is actually right. I love Brenda and I trust her more than anyone in the world except you. I'm sure she would be a wonderful, loving teacher for you. And it would be a good experience for you, too. But Brenda is not thinking clearly. She has a lot of trouble on her hands, more than she knows! She doesn't need any more problems." Then Mom started laughing. "You know, Jason, it's funny. I see what Brenda is doing. She really wants to help you. And...she will really be helping herself as well, she will be getting the sex she so desperately needs. I understand all that, and I trust both of you. But I am still jealous of her. It hurts me that you find her more attractive than me." "Oh God Mom! That's not true. I think you are the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world! Rubbing that oil on your breasts was the most wonderful, sexiest thing I've ever done! Even sexier than cumming on Brenda's tits last night! (Ooops! Didn't mean to tell her that!) But, Mom...the difference is this I can do stuff with Brenda. I can't do stuff with you!" "You came on her tits?!" "Well, yeah, Mom. I didn't mean to say that, but yeah, I did." "What did you think about that? Did it excite you?" "Oh God yes, Mom! It was incredible! I went all over her. Even her face and hair by accident. It was really hot!" Mom's eyes had changed now. They had narrowed into a squint. She was staring intently into my eyes, occasionally lowering her glance to my crotch, where a rising hardon was now visible. She licked her lips nervously. "Oh, Jason! I would give anything for you to cum on my tits. Anything! That is so exciting! And it's been SO long since anyone has done that for me!" She didn't ask me to. But she didn't say we couldn't either. I was so hot from rubbing the oil on her tits earlier that I pushed the opportunity. "Mom...I would rather cum on your tits than anything in the world. Do you want me to? Will you let me?" Mom stopped. Her eyes were hot, but they were also frightened. "No, Jason. God, I hate to say no! I want it so bad! But I have to, Jason. We have to stay cool." "But Mom...?" "No, honey. Not now. Maybe some time in the future, but not now. We have to be cool." "God Mom, my dick is aching! I need to!" "Well then go in the bathroom and masturbate, Jason. Not here. Not with me. I'm sorry, but if we get into that now, I won't let you stop...and we just can't do that, Jason, we really can't. "And there's a more important thing right now, anyway. We have to figure out how we are going to handle this problem you've gotten yourself into. So go in the bathroom and take care of yourself if you need to, and then we'll talk some more about what we are going to do." I rushed into the bathroom, ripped off my shorts and vigorously jacked my huge dick. I beat it so hard it hurt. Nothing! My balls were bursting, but I couldn't cum! I tried and tried and tried. Finally, I felt the feeling rising in my swollen cock, but when the time came, I felt a little pulse of relief but no cum came out. The pressure was relieved a little, but my balls were still aching. This had never happened before! What was wrong with me? I tried again, but nothing happened. My cock was sore and throbbing. When I washed off a little, the sting told me I had rubbed some of the skin off my dick. I was in bad shape, but still not relieved. I didn't want to return to my mother, but there was nowhere else to go. When I returned to the balcony, Mom had put her floor-length bathrobe back on. Her face was soft and loving. She spoke quietly for several minutes about the plan she had developed while I was futilely jacking off in the bathroom. Mom's plan was actually quite ingenious. We would say that I WAS spying on Cassie and Kim (just a normal 14 year-old boy's curiosity), and I would apologize to Kim. Mom would not say anything to Brenda about our sexual escapades, but instead would tell Brenda that Kim caught me spying on she and Cassie, and was outraged. I would tell Brenda I was very scared by almost getting caught, and that I couldn't take any more chances. I would also remind her of the consequences for her if we got caught. And finally, in order to 1) keep me away from Brenda (and vice versa) and 2) reassure Kim and Cassie that my spying was over, Kim would move into Cassie's cabin and I would move to Mom's. They would be together, and I would be under Mom's watchful eye the rest of the trip. I would sleep on the couch which opened up into a bed. It was a good plan, and I felt confident that I could carry off my part of it. If Kim got suspicious and began badgering me, I would have a problem, but I thought she would be too elated over having "won" to follow up. I agreed to the plan. But I still must have had a pained expression on my face, because as soon as the plan was agreed to, Mom changed the subject back to our previous discussion. "Jason, I'm sorry I couldn't let you do what you wanted. Please know that I wanted it too. Maybe more than you did. But we just can't. Not now. I'm sorry. I really am, for more than one reason." "I know, Mom. And I know you are right. It's just that I was so excited! And I didn't get any relief in there. In fact, I think I hurt myself." "Hurt yourself? What do you mean?" "I don't know. I couldn't cum, so I kept doing it harder and harder. I never really did cum. But when I washed off, it stung. I think I cut myself or rubbed the skin off, or something. It hurts." "Let me see, Jason," Mom said. Then seeing the shock in my eyes, she laughed and continued, "Just a quick look, you little sex fiend! I want to be sure you didn't really hurt yourself." I didn't know what to do, but I removed my shorts and stood in front of my Mom in my boxers as she sat on the chaise lounge. She pulled my boxers down slowly, but by now I had a big hardon and when the elastic band freed it, it sprang up right in Mom's face. "Oh my! Wow, Jason! Oh my!" Mom exclaimed. She sized up my bulging cock appreciatively. Her eyes were narrow slits again, you could almost see the heat streaming out of them. It was a good thing she had the robe on, because if she hadn't, I'm sure I would have seen very hard nipples and a sopping wet pussy. There was no hiding the arousal Mom was feeling. And of course, Mom's arousal only increased mine. Very timidly, Mom took the head of my swollen cock between her thumb and index finger and moved it around so she could inspect all areas of my penis. There was nothing sexual about the way she handled my raging hardon. It was like being examined by a doctor. A couple of times, she said, "Uh huh" or something similar. Finally, she spoke. "Jason, you poor little horny puppy! You have really rubbed your penis raw!" Then, she went on to point out the locations, "Here, and here, and here." She was still very clinical, like a doctor. "Okay, Jase, we've got to put something on those abrasions! I'm not too worried about infection, as long as you keep yourself clean and dry, but I think we should put something on there to help the skin heal. Come into the bathroom with me." So, I obediently followed my beautiful, sexy mother into the bathroom. She went in one of her bags and found some Vaseline Intensive Care lotion she had brought to use for sunburn. She told me to rub some on the raw skin, but I had trouble. For one thing, I couldn't see where the spots were, and it also hurt. But the real reason I didn't want to put the lotion on was it was too much like jacking off, and I was afraid that I would have an accident. After several attempts to encourage me, Mom finally lost patience. "Oh, for God's sake, Jason! Come here!" Mom sat on the toilet and drew me over to her until I was standing right in front of her. In this position, my cock was right in front of her face, so she could see what she was doing. If I had been blindfolded, I might have been okay. But I wasn't. And from my vantage point, it was an incredible scene. When I looked down, I saw the most beautiful woman in the world putting lotion on her hands and preparing to rub it on my pounding cock, which was now much bigger than I had ever seen it. Also, Mom's robe was slightly open and I could see some pretty good cleavage of her magnificent breasts bulging against the bikini top. And, although Mom was acting very clinical still, I noticed her breasts rising and falling more rapidly than normal. She was not entirely succeeding with her doctor act! If I raised my eyes slightly, and looked to the left, I found myself looking into a mirrored corner over the bathroom sink. This view provided a pretty good profile of Mom sitting on the toilet, and me standing right in front of her with my aching cock jutting out, just inches from her face. If I looked to my right, there was a full length dressing mirror. This mirror, because it was right next to the toilet, gave a perfect, close profile view. That was the best view, so I looked there. I couldn't bear to look directly at Mom as she got ready to apply the lotion, but I couldn't bear to look away either. Mom tenderly rubbed a little of the lotion on one area of raw skin, and I jumped because the lotion was cold to the touch. Mom apologized and put more lotion on her hand and rubbed her hands together to warm the lotion. Then, she gently cupped my balls in one hand, spreading lotion on them, and took my raging cock in the other hand. My cock was so big and hard her fingers were barely able to reach around it. Still trying to be very clinical, Mom rubbed the lotion from the head of my cock to the base. Then, she rubbed from the base of my penis back out to the head. She told me this would only take a second. She was right. The first spurt of cum hit Mom right smack in the middle of her nose. The second spurt caught a little bit of her left eye and sent a rope of steaming spunk into her hair. "Oh!!!!!! Oh, God, Jason...I'm sorry!" She squealed. But she was already laughing! "It's okay, Mom. Sorry, I just couldn't help it. I'm so excited." I was very hot, but I was also scared, and once again near tears. Mom saw the panic in my eyes. "It's okay, honey. It was an accident. I can understand you cumming, I'm having control problems myself. Is that how you came on Brenda last night?" "Well, no. I mean it wasn't an accident last night. And I came a lot more last night. I really came all over her." "Well, you've had quite an interesting cruise, haven't you?" Mom was teasing me now, giggling with excitement. "You've cum in two women's faces in less than 24 hours! I'll bet that's a record for you, isn't it?" Slightly relieved, I laughed along with her. "Yeah Mom, it sure is a record! My first and second times! Not bad for a 14 year old virgin, huh, Mom?" "No, not bad. Not bad at all." Then Mom looked down at my still swollen cock and asked, "He's still very big, and very beautiful I must add. Is he done?" "Uh....well, I don't know Mom. I mean, uh....uh...I-I-I don't think so." "Okay, Tiger. I can't stand it any more. We've gone this far, even if it was by accident. We might as well finish you off and see if we can set a new world record in the process." My heart leapt! So did my cock! As quickly as she said that, Mom dropped her robe to the floor and removed her bikini top. Once again, Mom's spectacular bulging breasts were exposed, with rock-hard nipples and glistening from the suntan oil. Mom rubbed some more lotion on her hands and warmed it by rubbing her hands together. Softly whispering "Come here, honey" she drew me closer to her, taking both of my hands and placing them on her heaving tits. Then she told me to relax, cupped my balls in one hand and slowly, slowly began stroking my mighty cock with the other hand. This time I didn't cum immediately. She built me up slowly, lovingly. Then she began jacking more slowly, but talking dirty to me as she did. She told me to spray her with cum. On her tits, in her hair, anywhere I wanted to cum on her. She rubbed lotion between her tits and held them together as I tit-fucked her. I sprayed like the Old Faithful geyser! All over her tits! All over her neck and shoulders! As I did, she eagerly rubbed the cum into her skin. She was panting and moaning and groaning. She was so hot and so sexy, it was unbelievable! Finally, I finished cumming. "Oh, Jason...that was so sexy! It's been so long since I've had my tits spunked. I love you and I loved that!" "Glad you liked it, Mom!" I said cheerfully. "I'm eager to please, and you are the sexiest thing on this planet. Or any other planet." "Jason, I don't want this moment to end. Rub the rest of your precious cum into my breasts for a few minutes before we get cleaned up, okay?" Naturally, I eagerly agreed! I rubbed Mom's tits for quite a while. When the cum dried and the skin got sticky, she put more lotion on her tits and begged me to continue to rub her. As I did, she slipped the bikini bottom off and began to stroke her dripping pussy. I continued to rub breasts lovingly as she masturbated shamelessly. After several minutes of increasingly loud moaning and frantic stroking of her clit, Mom exploded in an incredible orgasm. The force of the orgasm lifted her off the toilet seat and I had to hold her to keep her from falling on the floor. When she finally finished shaking, my beautiful mother looked dreamily into my eyes and reached up and wrapped her arms around my butt, drawing the lower part of my body to the upper part of hers. Her face was on my stomach, and my still- hard cock was under her chin resting against her throat and shoulder. We hugged like that for several minutes, me stroking her hair and her softly rubbing my butt. I could have stayed in that position forever. But, after several minutes of tender snuggling, Mom began to kiss my stomach, even sticking her probing tongue into my belly-button. My cock immediately sprung back to life, throbbing against her neck. Then, Mom silently pushed me away slightly and took my pulsating cock into her mouth! Her mouth was hot and wet. She licked all around the head, and probed the opening with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of my cock, talking to me as she did: "Oh, Jason, you have such a beautiful cock. So big! So perfectly formed! So thick! You have a wonderful, big man-cock, my precious son! I'm going to give you something very special today. I'm going to worship your beautiful cock, and show you just how good it can feel!" With that, she took just the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on in for a few seconds, first gently, then more firmly. As she did so, she cupped my balls in her free hand, which felt wonderful. Then she began to tenderly lick around the edge of the head, finding all the most sensitive places and playing with each one deliciously. As she did that, she stopped and purred, "Oh Jason, your cock feels so good in my mouth! I could suck you all day!" Then, she surprised me by sucking my cock all the way down her throat! As she did that, somehow she was massaging my big cock with her throat muscles! The feeling was incredible! She returned to the head, again licking the sensitive spots, alternated with gentle sucking. As Mom's voracious mouth played with the head of my throbbing cock, her free hand began to also work on my balls. She squeezed them gently, and then began stroking them. She began to stroke my inner thighs, as well, and then reached under my balls to softly stroke my butt. Gradually, she began stroking into the crack of my ass, which was very, very erotic. I would have had an orgasm, but Mom was coordinating her actions -- as she felt me building from the ball and butt stroking, she would ease up with the licking and sucking. At first, I had been going crazy, but now I knew that she was in control. So I just surrendered to her will and let her do whatever she wanted. After a few minutes of this, Mom removed her free hand quickly. She plunged a finger into her wet pussy, lubricating it thoroughly. Then she began to rub that finger into my crack and against the rosebud of my asshole! The sensation was electric. Again, I would have cum, but she eased up with her expert cocksucking and asked me if I liked that. I screamed, "YES!" Hearing that, Mom rubbed more and more firmly against my asshole, lubricating, stimulating, and relaxing it all at the same time. Then, finally, when I could stand it no more, she tenderly pressed her finger into my eager ass. Very gently, a millimeter at a time, she carefully inserted her finger well into my pulsating rectum. I couldn't believe she was doing that but what I really couldn't believe was how much I was loving it! Then, with lust steaming from her burning eyes, my spectacular cocksucking Mom looked up at me and said lustily, "Okay, Tiger...time to go for the record. Cum for me Jason! Cum in your Mommy's slutty mouth! Fuck my mouth, Jason! Fuck it! Fuck it hard, you big horse-cocked stud! Fill me up with your love juice! Pour it down my throat, Jason! Now, big-dick! NOW! And with that, my cocksucking Mom buried my cock in her throat, and her finger in my ass, and began the final act of our unbelievable sex dance. Her head bobbed up and down on my raging cock. Her finger pumped in and out of my ass. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face so hard I was afraid I was going to hurt her, but she never complained. Instead, she just moaned and grunted encouragement as her magic mouth worked my mighty boy-cock. She never missed a stroke as she bobbed her beautiful head up and down in perfect time with my vigorous thrusts. She licked and probed with her tongue. But mostly, especially at the end, she bobbed and sucked with increasing intensity. I erupted in a huge orgasm, so forceful it blew my cock completely out of her mouth, spraying much of the cum on her face. My loving mother smiled sweetly, and then dove back onto my still-spurting cock, deep-throating me again as her unbelievable finger continued to work my tingling asshole. I blew off again, bigger than before, but Mom was ready, swallowing all of my cum easily. Now, Mom removed her finger from my ass and used that hand to jack my still- rigid cock slowly as she continued to apply just the right amount of suction with her amazing mouth. Gradually, easily, she brought me to one last booming orgasm, again swallowing every drop. We were both panting and gasping for breath. Then, Mom stood up, grabbed my face in her hands and gave me a long, deep French kiss. Her tongue probed every corner of my mouth, and mine probed hers. I could taste my own cum in her mouth, which I surprisingly found very erotic -- not nasty, like you might think. We gobbled each others mouths for several minutes, and then Mom pulled away with a huge smile on her face. "Well, my sexy son...THAT was a blow-job! I hope it was your first, and if not, I hope it was your best!" "Ohmygod Mom! That was incredible! I never knew anything could be so exciting! Yes it was my first! Oh God, Mom! I love you so much!" "And I love you too, Jason. You have such a sweet, delicious cock! It feels so wonderful in my mouth! I just had to suck you. I just had to. I don't care if it's wrong, I had to feel your cum jetting into my mouth, running down my throat! I had to have that, Jase! I just couldn't stand for another woman to have that and me not have it. Call me selfish, call me a bad mother, call me a pervert and a cradle-robber, call me anything you want to call me I HAD to have your beautiful cock!" "I think I'll just call you my beautiful, sexy, cocksucking Mom. And you're the best Mom in the whole world. You were before that, and you are especially now! You are the most wonderful woman in the universe!" Then we both showered (separately) and laid down to take a nap. There was no more sex, just sweet snuggling, as mother and son drifted off into a blissful sleep. Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 4 By Thor4u While Jason and his mother were having their awesome sexual baptism, Kim and Cassie were engaged in a long and intense discussion. The topic was Cassie's favorite, her obsession...sex. Kim didn't mind talking sex with Cassie, but she was worried about her. Cassie was young, not too bright, full of unanswered questions, and consumed with insecurities. Cassie was on a mission to have somebody love her, to get laid, to make a man happy, to become a woman, but she was too petrified with fear to do anything about it. That was a good thing in a way, because she was nowhere near mature enough to start having sex. In short, she was a typical 15 year old girl whose budding body and raging hormones had outrun her emotional development. Kim had made the point that Cassie had to be careful not to get pregnant and to protect herself against sexually transmitted diseases, so now Cassie's obsession had become to learn ways to make a man happy without having to worry about either of those problems. Cassie didn't date much, but when she had refused to put out for several of her dates, they had asked her for blowjobs. Poor Cassie wasn't even real sure what a blowjob was, and certainly didn't know how to give one. So she badgered Kim continuously to learn the technique. Kim, however, didn't really want to give Cassie too much information because she was afraid Cassie would strike out on a campaign to suck every dick on the cruise ship. So she just told her that first of all, you don't blow, and that you just suck like the man's dick is a lollipop. That explanation helped Cassie, but she pressed for more. When Kim wouldn't give her any more information, Cassie became exasperated and asked Kim to SHOW her how to give a blow job. In other words, she wanted Kim to give somebody head while Cassie watched! Kim, of course, refused, but Cassie persisted. Cassie first suggested Kim take care of Tony, her asshole, soon to be ex-, boyfriend. Kim said no. Cassie then suggested a couple of the cuter boys they had met in the disco. Kim refused, trying unsuccessfully to tell Cassie she didn't just suck anyone's dick. Then, Cassie came up with a brainstorm. "Kimmy! I know!" She squealed excitedly. "Jason! You could do Jason! You two are very close and trust each other. And he's probably never had a blowjob and would love it! It would be safe and no one would tell! And besides, Kim...your little brother has a big cock!" Kim immediately, and angrily, dismissed this suggestion. Jason was her brother! Well, not really, actually he was her step brother, but it was still family. No way. But Kim was surprised at Cassie's comment about Jason's size. Kim had suspected that Jason was hung better than most young kids, but that often evens out with time. But she had never actually seen Jason's cock, and frankly, had never given it much thought. "How do you know he's got a big cock, Cassie? Have you seen it?" "No, but I heard." Cassie had a petulant grin on her face. "Heard where?" Kim countered. "I heard from some of the kids at school. The boys give him a lot of kidding, because he's bigger than any of them." "Oh, Cassie...you can't believe anything kids say. They don't know anything, and they exaggerate everything." "Yeah, well...my Mom says he's bigger than my Dad!" Cassie said defiantly. "What about that? Mom's a pretty reliable source, and she certainly knows what a big cock looks like." "Unh uh! You're lying!" Kim was shocked. "When did she say that?" "Just last night," Cassie retorted. "She said she could see his cock through his shorts when they were climbing that ruin thing they went to, and it was really big! Bigger than Dad's! And I have seen my Dad's dick, it's about this big (indicating 5-6 inches with her hands)!" "I don't believe you!" Kim replied. Although she had seen her fathers dick accidently a couple of times, Kim didn't really have much recollection of its size. She couldn't believe Cassie was telling the truth. "When have you seen your Dad?" "Hell, Kim, I see Daddy all the time. He does most of his work at home now, and he is pretty careless about his dress sometimes. Especially recently when I am home from school and Mom is at work. Sometimes I think he wants me to see him. I mean, like, he obviously knows I'm looking if I'm eating breakfast in the kitchen and he's parading around the family room with nothing on but an old teeshirt! He's even seen me looking a few times and smiled at me!" "Cass...you're not serious, are you? Please tell me you're not serious?" Kim was alarmed. She had two sorority sisters who had sexual relationships with their father -- one was a loving incestual relationship with both father and mother, but the other was a very abusive and dangerous situation. Both situations had started just like Cassie was describing. "Of course I'm serious! We're pretty casual around the house, anyway. Mom and I both run around half-naked sometimes, and now that Daddy is home most of the time, he sees both of us. To be honest, I've even been trying to create situations where Daddy can see me. I like the look in his eyes! I like being appreciated for a change!" Kim launched into a tirade about the evils and dangers of incest. She gave Cassie more hurtful information than she ever wanted to hear about Kim's sorority sister who was being abused, but Cassie was oddly unphased by the lecture. "Oh Shit, Kim! Daddy would never do anything to hurt me! Maybe you have a friend who has a psycho for a father, but that is only one case and it has nothing to do with me. My Dad is wonderful! I just like the attention of him looking at me, and he probably does too. At his age, he probably doesn't get many looks!" "Don't be so sure, Cass," Kim replied. "Your Dad is still a nice looking man, and you are certainly right about him being a wonderful person. My Dad and Betsy think the world of him, and I've never heard anyone say anything bad about him. But men don't die when they reach 40, Cass. I had a 60+ professor offer me an A in a class if I would just have dinner with him, so don't write your Dad off too soon." Kim continued, treading very cautiously on sensitive territory, "And Cassie...never forget that we only know a tiny portion of what is going on in someone's life -- even our parents and immediate family. You never know what kind of problems your Dad may be dealing with. You know, things like losing a job, or the difficulties of starting a new business, can cause men to doubt their manhood. And that can cause them to try to re-assert that manhood, to prove to themselves that they still 'have it.' That's what 'mid-life crisis' is all about. "The fact is that you don't know what is going through your father's mind when he looks at you, or you look at him. I know he loves you, and I'm sure he would never hurt you on purpose...but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't jump your sexy little bones if he had a chance!" "Yeah, well...that doesn't mean I wouldn't jump his, either!" Cassie was defiant now. "I mean, like, I know he loves me. I know he wouldn't get me pregnant. I know he doesn't have any diseases. I even know that if I wasn't very good, he would be patient with me I've seen that when he's tried to help me with my schoolwork. I'm not very smart, Kim, but Daddy has incredible patience with me. No shit, Kim...I could do a lot worse than my Dad." "Cass, stop it!!!" Kim cried. "I'm not going to listen to this! What you're talking about is illegal! Your dad could go to jail if he messes with you! And what would your Mom think? She would be destroyed!" "Oh Kimmy! I'm not gonna do my Dad! But I'm just so damn tired of everyone telling me what I can and can't do, but at the same time refusing to help me! You do all the sex stuff I want to know about, but you won't tell me shit! All you do is tell me not to do what you've been doing for years! Sucking somebody's dick is not gonna get me pregnant, or rot my teeth, or ruin my life, but you won't even show me how to do it!" "You're right, Cass. I won't," Kim replied firmly. "And I especially won't show you with my own brother! Anyway, you should be asking your mother all these questions not me. I try to give you the most sensible advice I can -- which frankly, Cassie, is that you are too immature to get entangled in a sexual relationship. If you can't handle that, maybe you'd better go ask your mom all these questions. I'm sure she knows a lot more about sex than I do, she has a lot more life experience, and maybe you'll listen to her." "Oh, sure! Like, hello Mom. Say listen, Mom, I've been wondering about how to really suck a dick in the most exciting way, could you teach me? Right, Kim!" "You're being silly, Cass. And in addition, you might be surprised by your mother's answer to a question like that. She's the one who was telling you about Jason's penis size, isn't she? She doesn't seem too shy about discussing sex with you." "And what would she say about me looking at Dad, and him looking at me?" Cassie argued. "She would probably tell you the truth -- that it is perfectly normal for young girls to be fascinated by their fathers, and that there is no harm in it as long as neither of you acts on their natural curiosity." "Hmm. Maybe. Maybe you're right. But I have kinda thought for a while that they were having problems. They don't seem like they used to be. I'm sure they're not having sex as regularly asthey used to. Mom might go nuts with jealousy." At this point, Kim terminated the conversation, saying it was time to go get ready for dinner. So they went to their cabins and changed. ******* By the time dinner rolled around, a number of loose ends had been resolved. First, Betsy talked to Kim and explained Jason's behavior. Kim accepted the explanation, and Jason's heartfelt apology, and eagerly agreed to move to Cassie's cabin. Betsy also talked to Brenda and told her of the problem and the new cabin assignments. Jason talked to Brenda alone and told her of his fear of discovery, and she reluctantly agreed to refrain from being with him for the remainder of the cruise. Brenda reminded him, however, that she was going to come looking for his big cock when they got back to Jacksonville. Also, Tony, who had been falling-down drunk for the whole time, called Betsy and told her that he had made arrangements to get off the ship at Jamaica and fly home from there. Kim was delighted. Even Paul Lancaster was enthusiastic at dinner when he heard the news. Paul ordered a bottle of wine and they all joined in a toast to the soon-to-be-departed asshole Tony. One bottle didn't go very far, less than a glass each, but it was the thought that mattered. In fact, Paul Lancaster (Brenda's husband and Cassie's father) was in a really good mood at dinner. He had spent most of the day working and had landed a big new contract for he and Jack. The schedule for the evening was similar to what they had been doing. Dinner at 6; Kim, Cassie and Jason visiting the disco until about 9 PM, when they would join the adults for the evening show; and then dancing afterward. The only change was Brenda and Betsy announced they were going to try their luck later in the ship's huge casino (the truth was neither wanted to make a scene with Jason like they had the previous night). So Kim, Cassie and Jason figured they would probably head back up to the disco later. The kids rejoined their parents in the Ballroom as planned and endured the show. The group was sitting in a semi-circular booth. Paul was on one end, Cassie next to him, then Kim, Jason, Betsy, and Brenda on the other end, facing her husband. Paul ordered another bottle of white wine. One bottle is not a lot of wine for six people, but Brenda was drinking cocktails, Jason was sticking to cokes, and Kim preferred beer. So, that left only Betsy (who was a light drinker, anyway), Paul, and Cassie to drink the wine. Brenda cautioned her daughter not to drink too much, but Paul said she was a young woman now, and besides she was with her family on vacation. It wasn't like they had to worry about her being too drunk to drive home, it was just a short walk. Betsy nursed one glass of wine for the entire hour of the show, and Paul and Cassie drank the rest. Kim was watching closely and estimated that Paul had drunk two glasses and Cassie had consumed 2 and a half to 3. Cassie spent the entire time regaling her father with childish tales of shopping conquests, teenage fashion trends, and a bunch of other drivel. But Paul listened intently, and for the first time on the cruise, seemed to be having a great time. When the dancing started, Brenda announced that she and Betsy were each going to have one dance with their "Main Man," Jason, and then they were off for the casino. Brenda danced with Jason first, holding him close, but not embarrassingly so. They chatted amiably with her crotch snug against his massive hardon, but nothing that occurred would draw any attention to them. They told each other quietly how good their bodies felt, and then finished the dance and returned to the table. Then it was Betsy's turn to dance with her son. Their dance was a carbon-copy of the dance with Brenda. Close, warm, discreetly erotic, but nothing to draw attention. They returned to the table and then Brenda and Betsy left for the casino. While Jason was dancing with the two women, Paul, Kim and Cassie sipped their drinks and talked. Again, Cassie did most of the talking, babbling about silly things. But she was cute, and having a wonderful time, so Kim and Paul just let her babble. Soon after Jason reclaimed his seat next to Kim, Kim asked him to dance with her. Not to be outdone, Cassie insisted that her father dance with her. Kim and Jason danced some distance apart, talking playfully like they always did. They were happy to be reunited as best friends after the upsetting situation last night, and they were really enjoying each others company. Cassie, however, was another story. Cassie was drunk. She leaned heavily on her father walking out to the dance floor, and did little more than to hang on him while they shuffled around slowly. Unable to get comfortable (or stable), Cassie eventually put both of her arms around her father's neck and just clung to him. Her head was on his chest, and she was still babbling away as they danced. Not having a hand to hold, Paul put both of his hands around Cassie's waist, drawing her tightly against his body. Paul wasn't really trying to hug Cassie, he was just trying to hold her up. As the orchestra played one slow song after another, the two couples were lost in the large mass of people on the dance floor. Kim eventually snuggled in closer to Jason, as they stopped chatting and just enjoyed the soft swaying of the dance. Jason got another hardon and Kim easily felt it against her body. (Wow! Maybe he really does have a big cock, she thought.) She didn't retreat from it; instead, she moved closer to Jason and told him how good he felt. Jason was enjoying the feeling, too; he loved the feel of Kim's big breasts squeezing against his chest. Jason complimented Kim on her breasts and Kim told Jason he had a "nice package." They both laughed and continued to dance. As he continued to dance with his young daughter, Paul was delighting in the feel of her lithe little body against his. He felt a hardon rising in his pants, but there was nothing he could do about it. When Cassie felt Paul's cock rising (which was almost immediately because her body was almost glued to his), she giggled, "Oooo, Daddy!" Paul was embarrassed. "Sorry, pumpkin, I can't help it. It's just one of those things that happen to us guys." Cassie pressed her body closer to her father and asked, "Daddy, did I do that to you? Did I make you excited?" "Of course you did, honey. I'm sorry. Maybe we should sit down." "No, Daddy! I love it! It's very exciting to see that I affect you that way. And it feels wonderful." Cassie gently rubbed her virgin crotch against her father's now- raging hardon to emphasize the point. "I love it too, honey, but if we get carried away, people will start to notice. That would not be good." "Oh, I know I've had so many damn lectures about this kind of stuff lately, I'm really tired of hearing it! Why can't I just enjoy something!? It's not fair! Nobody wants to let me do anything, nobody wants to teach me anything, nobody will answer any questions for me! All they do is say, 'Don't do this. Don't do that.' I'm sick of being treated like a little kid!" Paul could see that his precious daughter was really upset, but was glad she was confiding in him. He was also glad she was whispering quietly, despite her obvious aggravation, so that others around them wouldn't hear. He wanted to hold her very much; her tight little body was driving him crazy. But he didn't want to cause a scene. "Cass, honey. We can dance like this as long as you like. I love how your body feels against mine, and you are sure as hell not a little kid any more! You are a very beautiful young woman, a very sexy young woman. I would hold you like this forever. But we can't rub each other like you did, we can't lose control. "And, I don't know what you are talking about when you say no one will answer your questions, or teach you anything. I'll answer any question you have. I'll teach you anything I can. What are you talking about?" "Sex, Daddy. Sex," Cassie said emphatically. "I want to know about sex. I want to learn how to do it right. I want to learn how to enjoy it. I want to learn how to enjoy it safely. But no one will help me. All they do is tell me I'm just a little kid, and I'm not old enough for sex!" "Who, honey? Did your Mom tell you that?" Paul didn't think so; Brenda would have answered any question Cassie had, probably in copious detail. "No. Kimmy. She's a stuck-up pain in the ass!" "Cass, I'm sure Kim is just being cautious...for your own good. She's really not the person to ask, your mother is. Or me." "Okay, then. Can I ask you some questions?" "Uh, yeah...but what kind of questions?" "See!" Cassie was driving home her point now. She knew she had a tactical advantage. She also knew her father was getting more and more aroused as they danced and talked she could feel his cock continuing to rise and could also feel him pressing it forward against her body. "See, Dad? You don't want to answer my questions either!" "Sure I do honey. But, depending on the question, this may not be the proper time and place. If you want specific answers about sex, we need to be in a quiet, private place where you can ask anything you want...and I can give you honest, specific answers. If you want to know how to do some sex act, a crowded dance floor is not the place to find out!" "But, Daddy...could we go somewhere, then...and have a serious talk. I do want to ask a lot of questions...a lot of real specific questions. I understand what you are saying about this dance floor (although it feels wonderful to talk to you while you are holding me), but can we go somewhere else? Please, Daddy?" And Cassie gently pressed her nubile 15 year old body a little tighter against her father for emphasis. "Of course, honey. We can go out on deck and look for a quiet place, or we can go to Mom and my cabin, if you like." "Hmmm. Outside's no good. Too many people, too cold. Not good. And your cabin is better, but Mom might walk in right in the middle and interrupt everything. How 'bout my cabin?" "That's fine, honey, but what about Kim? Isn't she staying with you now?" "Yes, but she and Jason will be out dancing for several hours. They haven't even left for the disco yet; they'll probably be out for 3-4 more hours." "Okay, sexpot! Your cabin it is! Let's tell Jason and Kim you had too much wine and you have a headache and are going to bed. Maybe we can find out from them how long they are going to be." That agreed, Paul helped Cassie back to the table. She was much more stable, now, but she still clung to him as they walked. Without any prompting, Kim proudly announced that the party was on! She said she and Jason were celebrating Tony's departure, and that they were planning to party all night long. They fully expected to close the disco at 4 AM. It was now only 11 PM, so Paul and Cassie would have plenty of "quality time!" Paul and Cassie made their apologies and said goodnight. They walked arm-in- arm out of the ballroom and to the elevator for the trip down one deck. They were the only ones in the elevator, and as soon as the door closed, Cassie threw her arms around her father, giving him a big hug and thanking him for being so wonderful. When they arrived at the cabin, Cassie let them in and turned the lights on low. She excused herself momentarily to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she wore only a knee length teeshirt that she usually slept in. Paul could clearly see the outline of her budding young breasts through the shirt. "So, pumpkin! What are the burning issues on your mind?" Paul asked lightly. "Daddy, don't make fun of me. I'm serious." "Okay. Sorry, I was just trying to break the ice. I think we're both a little nervous." "Yes. How 'bout some music?" Cassie turned on the radio without waiting for an answer. The radio was tuned to a rock station, so she scanned the dial until she came to a late-night easy listening station. "That's not your normal music, is it Cass?" Her father asked. "No, but it's nice. It's mellow and relaxing. And it's good to dance to, if you want to dance with me again..." Cassie wanted her father to take her in his strong arms again and hold her close. "Of course! I'd love to dance with you again!" Paul was afraid he would start drooling as he thought about the feeling of his nearly naked daughter dancing closely with him. Paul took Cassie in his arms and pulled her to him. Once again, her perfect little body molded itself to his, pressing closely. Cassie put her arms around his neck again and put her head on his shoulder as they swayed gently to the slow song. Immediately, Paul's cock began to swell, again eliciting an excited giggle and more pressure from Cassie. "Sorry, again honey." Paul apologized. "Well, I'm not, Dad!" Cassie replied. "Not if that means you are getting aroused again. It feels so wonderful against my stomach, Daddy. I feel so close to you...so loved...when you get like that." "You are loved, sweetheart. Very, very much." Paul replied quietly. Cassie lifted her head from her fathers chest and looked up at his handsome face. Kim was right, he was still a very nice looking man. She whispered softly, "Daddy...? Kiss me?" Paul reached down and kissed Cassie full on the lips. It was a gentle loving kiss at first, but then grew more intense. Without thinking, Paul slipped his tongue inside his daughters mouth, darting and probing. Cassie responded by opening her mouth and lashing his mouth with her tongue. (One thing Cassie was really good at was kissing!) Paul pulled her fragile body tightly against his, grabbing her buttocks with both hands and lifting her crotch up to meet his mighty hardon. Cassie didn't back away. Instead, she reached down with one hand and roughly stroked Paul's rigid cock through his pants. "Whoa! Not so hard, kitten!" Paul laughed. "How should I do it, Daddy. Tell me. Show me. Let me see it, Daddy...Please?" Paul frantically whipped off his shirt and dropped his slacks. He quickly pulled off his briefs, revealing a throbbing hardon. Cassie had never seen anything like it! She had never really seen a dick up close before, and certainly had never seen a hardon like this. It looked huge! When Cassie looked at her father, though, she started giggling. He looked so ludicrous! There he was in her cabin, wearing no shirt, still with his socks and shoes on, his slacks and briefs down around his ankles, with an enormous hardon staring expectantly up at her! "Wow, Daddy...I hope we don't have a fire drill -- you'll fall and break your neck!" Sheepishly, Paul laughed and removed his shoes, socks, slacks and briefs and piled them in an empty chair. Then he laughed and asked, "Okay, sexpot! Now I'm ready...where were we?" "Well, I think we were about here, Daddy..." Cassie said as she stepped forward, reached up and locked their mouths in another hot kiss and rudely grabbed Pails throbbing crank. Cassie knew that would hurt a little, but she was going to get some instruction out of her sexy father if she had to beat it out of him! "Ow! Easy, Cass!" Paul exclaimed. "Well, then tell me what you want, my big sexy stud!" Cassie taunted. "Well, first, there seems to be a little unfairness in the dress code here. I'm buck naked and you're still dressed." "Okay, Daddy. That's easily fixed!" And Cassie quickly lifted the big teeshirt over her head, revealing her completely naked, blossoming young body. "Oh God, Cassie! You are so beautiful!" Paul exclaimed. Cassie beamed. "Now what do you want me to do with your big cock, Daddy? You have to tell me. I'm a virgin, remember?" Paul told her to stroke his cock gently, moving slowly up and down the shaft. He directed them to a sitting position on the couch, and quietly whispered encouragement, instructions, and loving expressions as Cassie tenderly stroked his mighty hard on. Cassie saw her wonderful father staring at her budding breasts and felt a jolt of excitement knowing that he couldn't take his eyes off them. "You can touch them, Daddy. I'd love for you to touch them." Paul gently caressed first one breast, then the other. He stroked them slowly, noting that Cassie matched his stroking tempo on his cock. If he pressed harder, she squeezed a little tighter; if he stroked faster, so did she. "That's right, Cass. Stroke me just like I'm stroking your tits. Do you like that? It is okay?" "It's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt, Daddy!" "Okay, honey...just let me know if anything doesn't feel okay. If you get uncomfortable, I'll stop immediately," Paul said, praying that his exquisite 15 year old daughter wouldn't take him up on his promise. "It's wonderful, Daddy. You can do anything you want to me. Just don't get me pregnant," Cassie sighed. "And I'll do anything you ask me to do, Daddy. Anything." "Ha!" Paul laughed cheerily. "You don't have to worry about getting pregnant, pumpkin. I've had a vasectomy." "What's that, Daddy?" Paul went on to explain the operation severs the tubes which carry sperm to the penis, making it impossible for him to conceive a child. "You mean you can't cum, Daddy?" The disappointment was palpable in Cassie's voice. "Oh no, I can cum! There just isn't any sperm in my cum, so you can't get pregnant." Cassie was ecstatic! The one thing she was worried about was getting pregnant, and her Daddy could not possibly do that! What exciting news! Cass continued stroking her father's big cock. They explored each other with their hands and mouths, taking turns eagerly sucking each others nipples. "Daddy...how do I give you a blowjob?" Cassie finally asked innocently. Paul's eyes lit up! He eagerly gave her instructions to lick and suck his pulsating hardon. Cassie was excited beyond description as she felt her wonderful father's mighty dick throbbing on her tongue. It was not the most skillful blowjob Paul had ever had, but it was sure one of the most exciting. After only a few seconds, Paul felt a flash of excitement shoot through his loins, up through his raging cock! He had no time to really warn Cassie: "Watch out, baby! Cummmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggg!!!! Paul's cum shot out of his cock into Cassie's hot, passionate, but unsuspecting, mouth. She had no idea what to do. She gagged immediately, then coughed and spit. It was not a pretty picture! She expelled Paul's cum everywhere, her eyes wide with fear. "It's okay, baby...I'm sorry. I was so excited...I came so fast!" Paul apologized. Once Cassie regained her composure, she giggled with excitement. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't pretty, but she had given her first blowjob! And it had been no simple lick-suck foreplay deal it had been a real blowjob, with a lot of cum! She had done it! She was so excited and so happy! And so hopelessly in love with her wonderful, handsome, loving father. Cassie chattered excitedly to her father, sharing her ecstatic feelings at having made him cum. She was thrilled when he told her how exciting it was for him. She asked for his suggestions and they talked technically about some things that would enhance the experience next time. Cassie's heart leapt when she heard her precious father, her lover, talking about "next time." She glowed with love when he told her there would be one "next time" after another, after another, after another, as long as she wanted to continue. Cassie was so happy, she began to cry uncontrollably. Finally, Paul spoke: "But what about you, my sweet little cocksucking sexpot? What would you like?" Another jolt of passion roared through sweet Cassie as she heard her father call her a cocksucker! Oh, that she was!! And, by God, she was going to practice, and practice, and practice on her wonderful father until she became the World's Greatest Cocksucker. Because Cassie had learned that she really loved sucking cock! "What do you mean, my sexy lover?" Cassie teased. "Well, baby...one act of kindness deserves another, don't you think?" "Uh...I guess so, Daddy, but what are you talking about?" "Come here Cass." Her father directed Cassie to the bedroom, pulled back the sheets and motioned her to lay on the bed. Cassie's voice was suddenly trembling, "Are...are you...are you gonna fuck me, Daddy?" "Not now, sweetheart. Not until you decide you are good and ready. Right now, I'm going to do the same thing for you that you did for me. I'm going to eat your delicious, virgin pussy. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the ride." And with that Paul knelt down next to the bed and began eating his luscious virgin daughter. It was a tantalizingly slow, methodical licking. Cassie felt things, as her father's experienced tongue probed her very soul, that she never would have thought possible. On the one hand, she never wanted the moment to end; on the other, she became increasingly eager to cum. Paul whispered loving words, encouragement, and admonitions to be patient as Cassie's emotions completely overwhelmed her. When she could stand it no more, Paul stopped and moved upward, kissing and sucking her stomach and both aching breasts. Then, he patiently returned to her gushing pussy and began eagerly lapping her pulsating cunt. He went faster, and was doing more than licking now. He was sucking her pussy delightfully, she could feel the suction deep inside, all the way to the cervix! Then, Cassie's wonderful father began urgently sucking her clitoris. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into her eager pussy as hard as she could. Cassie felt a tidal wave of tingling build deep within her, rush to the surface and then explode in an enormous orgasm. She hung onto Paul's head, not wanting to release him, and he eagerly lapped her exhausted vagina, slowing slightly at first and then gradually bringing her down. Neither of them could breath for a couple of minutes. Finally, Paul asked playfully, "Well, my pretty little cocksucker...was that good for you?" But when he looked in Cassie's eyes, he saw that she was plainly in no mood for joking around. Cassie's eyes burned with a passion unlike anything Paul had ever seen. He could see both raw lust and a hint of fear in her eyes. She looked like a caged wolf scared, excited, hungry, dangerous. But when he saw the sweet smile on her face, Paul knew that his cute little apprentice cocksucking daughter was all right. "Ummmmm......" That was the only answer Cassie gave him. Then she stared hotly into his eyes, lustily, sluttily, urgently, and said simply, "I'm good and ready, now, Daddy. Fuck me." Paul didn't wait for a second invitation. He leapt on top of his precious daughter and eased his recharged cock gently into her sopping pussy. It went in easily because she was dilated from the intense cuntsucking. Paul softly told Cassie there would be a little pain as he pressed against her hymen. She said simply, "I know, Daddy. It's okay. Fuck me." Paul pressed past the hymen, waited for Cassie to recover from the momentary pain, and then began slowly sliding his big cock in and out of her incredibly tight pussy. Cassie again began to feel things she never thought possible. Different feelings from when Daddy was eating her pussy, but delightfully exciting things, nonetheless. Paul fucked his delicious little cocksucker missionary style for about 15 minutes before he accelerated the pace and brought himself to a roaring climax. Cassie squealed with delight as Paul's cum poured into her, relishing the sensation, and kissing her baby-fucking father passionately. Cassie looked deeply into her father's eyes and asked, "Daddy...are you absolutely positive I can't get pregnant?" "Yes, sweetheart...absolutely positive. If I thought there was any possible way, I would use protection. There's no way. It's medically impossible." Cassie's eyes glowed. "Good. Then, fuck me again!" Paul looked at the clock. It was 12:30 AM. Paul and Cassie fucked the night away, with Paul teaching his eager student several positions. Cassie's favorite was sitting on top of her father as he lay on his back, and pumping him hard. The last time they fucked, it was in that position, and they reached a simultaneous climax for the first time. It was wonderful! Cassie also gave her dad another blowjob, but by that time he was too exhausted to cum. But she was thrilled when he complimented her on her technique, saying truthfully that she was much better than the first try. Neither wanted the evening to end, but they knew it must. They eagerly made plans to spend most of the next day together. Paul had already planned to spend most of the day in Jamaica on the ship, working. Cassie and Kim had planned to spend the day at the beach with some kids from the disco. And Brenda, Betsy and Jason were off on another adventure to climb up some waterfall on another tour. The tour would not return until 5 PM. Cassie would claim a headache and leave the beach early and come to Paul's cabin. They would have plenty of time. So with one last passionate kiss, the two new lovers -- a loving, baby-fucking father and a no-longer-virgin 15 year old cocksucker said goodnight. At her father's insistence, Cassie cleaned both herself and the cabin up carefully and then went to bed. It was 3 AM when Cassie fell into the happiest, most contented sleep of her airheaded, hard-fucking, joyously-cocksucking little life. 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 mostof 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 it 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! They both grinned lasciviously as I jogged away. Two Families - The Cruise Chapter 6 By Thor4u Saturday Night At sea, en route to Miami I was terribly nervous as I got ready for my first real date for the "Captain's Celebration" dinner-dance, aboard the magnificent Caribbean Legend cruise ship -- with my beautiful stepsister, Kim. Mom was ready more than an hour early, in case I needed help. But everything went pretty smoothly, and I was also ready early. There were only two minor glitches. The first was when Kim called Mom (she wouldn't speak to me) and asked if I could wear a red tie with my black suit to compliment her dress. I didn't have one, but the problem was quickly solved with a brief call to Brenda. Paul had one, and within minutes Brenda was knocking on our cabin door with the tie. It was solid, bright red. The only real problem was my hair. I felt goofy, like a girl primping for a prom, but I really wanted to look nice for Kim. I used some styling gel I found in the cabin amenities basket and carefully combed my hair. But it had a plastered-down look that made me look like a 10 year-old forced to dress up for church! As usual, Mom saved the day. Although I was completely dressed, Mom ordered me back into the shower and told me to shampoo all the junk out of my hair. I protested, but to no avail. I shampooed and then re-dressed. Then Mom took her blow-dryer and carefully styled my hair. The result was much better. Where I had a razor-sharp, slicked-down part before, now there was no part. Also, the blow- drying gave it a longer, fuller look. The great thing about that was it made me look just a little older than I usually looked! So I now looked about 16 instead of 10! I was ready to go at 6:45 PM, a full half-hour early. I asked Mom if I should go down to Kim's cabin early, and she said no way! So, I sat and worried nervously for 25 minutes. Mom tried to reassure me saying how handsome I looked, but it didn't really help my nerves much. Mom left for dinner (conservatively dressed, but looking radiantly beautiful, as always) at about 6:55, leaving me alone to war with the butterflies in my stomach. Finally, at precisely 7:10, I took the elevator down to A Deck, paced nervously until exactly 7:15 PM ("...on the dot," as Kim had ordered; I actually did a countdown on my watch!) before tapping quietly on her door. No answer. I tapped a little louder. "Jase?" The soft voice asked from within. "Yeah, Kim, it's me," I answered with a quivering voice. Damn! I had to do better than this! "Great...right on time! Gimme a sec and then come on in when I call you." I heard Kim unlatch the door lock and then shuffle away. A couple of seconds later she called for me to come in. I slowly opened the door; as I did, I heard the bathroom door close softly. The cabin was empty, Kim was obviously in the head. When she heard the cabin door close behind me, Kim called, "Ready, Jase?" I said yeah. That was a big mistake! I was nowhere near ready for what I saw next! Kim sang, "Ta Daa!!" and stepped into the cabin. My jaw dropped. I gasped. I'm sure my heart stopped. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life...not even Mom on her best day. Kim was indescribable! Her dress was an elegant silk cocktail dress. I later learned that she had conned her father into buying it for her, after Mom had vetoed it in a rare intrusion into Kim's business. Mom loved the dress, she just thought $800 was a bit much to pay! Jack didn't care. Kim was not a big money-spender normally, and she really wanted it, so Jack said okay. Without seeing the dress. If he had seen the dress, he would never have bought it -- it was way to sexy for Jack's taste. The dress had two distinct parts. The lower part was a black silk, ankle-length skirt with a floral design of red roses. The roses were exactly -- exactly! -- the same shade of red as my tie! Paul's tie was made to go with this dress! The skirt was worn low, just hanging off Kim's hips. It was tailored in a trim, straight style. It wasn't tight, but because the silk was so soft and thin, it clung to every delicious curve of Kim's flared hips and tight ass. From the rear, it even draped a little into her ass crack, not really revealing anything, but definitely locating the target! The final exclamation point of the skirt was a long slit up the left leg, almost to Kim's waist. When she walked, her beautiful leg flashed...but again only hinting at the delights underneath. The 'piece de resistance,' though, was the top...if you could call it that. The top was really nothing more than two graceful multi-layer, pleated, white silk straps. The straps were each about 4 inches wide and formed two sweeping loops. They were attached to the skirt a little to the rear of center, between the point of Kim's hips and her buttocks. One strap started above Kim's left buttocks, went up and over her right shoulder/neck area, dropped down covering her right breast, and then crossing her chest as it returned to her left buttocks. The other strap did the reverse, covering her left breast. At the angle they cupped her breasts, the straps pressed them in closer together, almost like a bra...not that Kim needed any help. Kim's magnificent, full breasts were completely covered, but deliciously emphasized and displayed. You couldn't see a thing, not even the hint of a nipple, but there was absolutely no question of what lay underneath! It was also obvious that Kim neither needed nor was wearing a bra. The overall look was a sexy black flowered skirt slit up one side, with a white X across both the back and front. The rest of Kim's torso (front, back and sides) was covered only with skin. The dress actually showed nothing -- but what a tantalizing promise of wonders within! The rest of the picture was just as beautiful. Kim wore only a simple gold chain necklace and gold dinner ring for jewelry. Her hair was freshly done, but worn in her normal college-girl style, which was not only becoming to Kim, but made her look younger. She had been professionally made up, but you would not have known it. Rather than have herself made up heavily as most of the women did, Kim asked to be made up simply and cleanly. Rather than trying to look more "grown-up" than she was, she had them make her look strikingly beautiful, but younger than she was. The effect was a very youthful, but exquisite look. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out why -- Kim wanted to look closer to my age, just as I wanted to look closer to hers. I stood in stunned silence. Kim studied my face quizzically. "Jase...you're mighty quiet." "Uh...Uh....I," Kim was dazzled by my eloquence. "Does this mean you like it? Or are you having a seizure?" She giggled. "Uh...Uh...Both I think. But I think it's just a little seizure, nothing serious." I still stared, but Kim kept quiet. She was smiling, relishing the effect her appearance was having on me. "My God, Kim! You look spectacular! I just can't find the words...you're so awesome! Can I just look at you for a second. I really need to catch my breath." I said that lightheartedly, but I really wasn't kidding. "Sure, Jase. This is our night. You can look at me whenever you want, for as long as you want." "Can we just stay here all night and let me drool?" I said, regaining a little composure. "Yes, Jase. If that's what you want, that's fine with me. You're pretty nice to look at too, stud. You look very, VERY handsome. And I love what you did with your hair -- it makes you look older, more mature. You look REALLY nice." "Thanks, Kim. I smell nice, too. I got some cologne at the ships' store." "Ummm, let me smell you!" Kim smiled as she moved close to me. "Oooo! Jase, you smell wonderful! Thank you, thank you for everything!" I reached forward and placed my hands on Kim's hips and pulled her a little closer to me. Before I could speak, she did, "I can read your mind Jason...and yes, I would love a nice kiss before we go up to the party!" She really had read my mind. I kissed Kim long and softly. Our tongues probed gently in a loving, but not arousing kiss. It was just a nice lover's kiss, telling each other how we felt, drawing us closer together. It took my breath away, but what really thrilled me is that it did the same for Kim. "Oooooo, Jase. That was SO nice. I hope you have more of those for me tonight." "I have as many of those as you want, Kim. Tonight, or any other night." "Good," Kim said. "Are you ready to go, or do you want to stay here for a while?" I would loved to have stayed there all night, but I was so nervous I just said, "No. I think I'd like to take you upstairs and show you off now." Kim beamed as she grabbed her small purse, handed me her cabin key, and said, "Lead on, lover!" We took the elevator upstairs and paused outside the huge ballroom where the banquet was being held. Kim took a deep breath (Wow, she was nervous too!) and asked if I was ready. I said yes and she told me to lead the way. "Oh no Kim...you go first. It would be a terrible injustice if I went first and blocked somebody's view of the most beautiful woman on this ship!" That was from the heart and Kim knew it. Kim beamed with happiness, kissed me softly on the lips, and strode into the ballroom. There were hundreds of passengers in the ballroom, and the meal service had already begun. Everybody was talking, plates were clashing, and silverware and china tinkled musically. It was pretty loud. But as Kim strode into that cavernous room, time stopped. People stopped speaking in mid-sentence. Waiters stopped serving. Guests stopped eating. Unfortunates facing the other way turned in their seats to see what the stir was about. Slowly, a palpable wave of silence rolled out ahead of Kim as she walked to our table, which was perfectly located all the way at the rear of the ballroom. It wasn't a dead silence. A few people spoke. One man said simply, "Oh my God!" His wife snapped, "Rodney!" But I saw another lovely woman in her sixties nudge her husband and say, "Oh my goodness, look what a beautiful young woman!" Kim heard that one and flashed a radiant smile at the lady. There were a lot of other quiet remarks, mostly things like "Oh" and "Wow!" and "...beautiful." If you asked anyone in that room that night what they remembered about the evening, a majority of them would mention the beautiful young woman in the dazzling dress. And they would tell you she was alone -- nobody even noticed I was there, although I was following only a few steps behind, regaling in the appreciation for my date and drinking in the beauty of her lovely ass swishing in front of me. I think it was a couple of the waiters who started it -- just a couple of hand-claps at first, but growing to a crescendo of applause as we approached our table. There were even some cheers from the men, and shouts "You go girl!!!" from the women (the loudest of those was from Cassie, who was ecstatic). When I looked at our table, they were all standing. Paul, Brenda and Cassie were applauding madly. Mom was just glowing with love and pride. Kim had made her grand entrance. I don't remember dinner much. I'm sure it was good. Who cares? I do remember we had champagne with dinner. I also remember Kim and I both had two glasses. Cassie had four. I counted them and so did Kim. The captain gave a little speech and made a toast to the crew and passengers. When he toasted the passengers, he was looking straight at Kim and gave her an appreciative nod. Kim didn't acknowledge the captain, except to take my hand in hers and give it a little squeeze. But Mom was beaming! I thought she was gonna burst with pride! I do remember the first dance. As soon as the music started, there was a stampede toward our table as a large group of men (a dozen or more) raced to ask Kim to dance. But she saw them coming (I think she expected it), and grabbed my hand and said, "Come on, studly! Dance with me!" As we worked our way through the disappointed men, several asked for dances later. Finally, Kim stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face them. "Guys?" she said, "Thank you all, you're very sweet. But I'm not dancing with anyone but my date. He's my partner...this dance, the next dance...every dance. I'm taken. VERY taken! Thank you again, but no." The finality in her voice left no doubt that she meant it. When we got to the dance floor, with hundreds of pairs of eyes following us, Kim finally began to relax. She was having a ball, but it was stressful for her. I took her in my arms and held her close. It was a more normal feeling, now...just Kim and Jason. Kim put her head on my shoulder and hummed happily along with the song. She didn't even speak until near the end of the song. "Oh, Jase, I'm so happy! This is such a wonderful evening! It's like a fairy tale!" "Any evening with you is a wonderful evening," I replied honestly. "Any evening with US, Jase. YOU are the one who's made me so happy tonight. Not all those people, although they said some lovely things. It's having YOU here to share it with me, and support me when I'm scared, and kiss me so sweetly, and hold me so close...That's what has makes it a beautiful evening for me, Jase." And then in full view of hundreds of our fellow passengers, Kim kissed me tenderly on the lips. It was a rich, full, open-mouthed kiss and anyone who watched it (and a lot of folks did!) could see that neither of us were holding anything back as our tongues probed gently and we closed the kiss with a series of sweet pecks. Anyone who saw that kiss knew that there was something very serious going on here -- that we were very close, and also that we were very used to kissing each other lovingly. It was obviously not a first kiss. Only one person at our table saw that kiss. But Mom watched it from start to finish -- full of love, pride, joy...and fear. Kim and I stayed on the dance floor for two more dances. There were no more kisses, but we just melted in each other's arms. It was heaven, and the really exciting thing was that it was heaven for both of us. As we walked back to our table, Kim put her arm around my waist, hugged me and spoke. "Jason, I hate to give you up, even for a second. But you have to dance with Betsy and Brenda. They'd be crushed if you didn't. While you are doing that, I'm gonna drag Miss Hotpants into the bathroom and see if I can put some sense into her empty brain." She was referring to Cassie, who had drunk far too much champagne and was mauling her father on the dance floor. There was just no doubt that Cass was humping him as they danced, and the damn guy wasn't doing a thing to stop her. He occasionally shrugged his shoulders in Brenda's direction, but he made no attempt to make her quit. I asked Mom to dance first, but she insisted that I dance with Brenda first. As Brenda and I walked hand-in-hand out to the dance floor, I saw Kim take Cassie roughly by the arm and direct her toward the ladies room. "Ow!" Cassie said under her breath, trying not to draw attention. "NOW!" Kim ordered. My sweet, beautiful Kim was really pissed. Brenda hardly spoke during the dance, snuggling close to me and putting her head on my shoulder. But she made one of the most eloquent statements of the evening right at the end of the song. Facing Paul, she reached up and gave me an obviously wet kiss on the neck. It was the kind of kiss you would use to give a hickey, but without the suction. The sensation went straight to my cock and it jumped to attention! And then, Brenda did a beautiful thing! She just looked Paul right in the eyes and shrugged her shoulders helplessly! It was a priceless moment! I thought Mom was going to fall out of her chair laughing, and Paul's mouth was still agape when we got back to the table. Mom hardly spoke either as we danced. The only thing she said was that she would have paid big bucks to have a video of Brenda's kiss and Paul's reaction. I told her Cassie was just drunk and that Kim was trying straighten her out in the bathroom. Mom said it was a lost cause, but didn't explain what she meant. At the end of the dance, Mom gave me a brief, tender kiss on the lips and told me to enjoy the rest of the evening. As we walked off the dance floor, Kim joined us and immediately took my hand as we walked. Kim and I danced a couple of more dances and then she suggested that we go dance outside. We did and the evening was lovely. Kim refused to discuss her talk with Cassie, except to say that she was hopeless. I could tell that Kim was really upset. I suggested we take a walk on deck and get away from the crowd for a while. We were going to the disco later, and there would be plenty of crowds and noise there. We walked forward on the promenade deck, all the way to the front. It wasn't the bow of the ship, that was a couple of decks below us and jutted out below and in front of us. But it was as far forward as you could go this high up, right under the bridge, where they steer the ship from. It was cooler up there, because we were right in the breeze. Kim stood in front of me with her back to me, leaned her body back against mine as I braced against the ship, and wrapped my arms around her. "Ummmm...that's what I need." she purred. She leaned her head back and kissed me sweetly on the lips. My big cock, which had been relatively well behaved so far, began to stir in my pants. With her butt pressed against my crotch, Kim felt it immediately. "Umm. Nice. I was beginning to think you didn't care," she teased. (Actually I had a hardon all the time we were dancing and Kim was very much aware of it.) "Silly girl. You should know better by now." "Oh Jase, this is really beautiful...being here like this with you. There's only one thing that would make it better." "Your wish is my command, milady," Sir Gallahad spake. "Feel me, Jase. Feel me," Kim whispered. It wasn't a sexy tone, it was just very soft and warm. Then, "I think you'll find this dress is an easy-access model. That's one reason I bought it." I reached under both straps covering her breasts, amazed at how snugly they held her gorgeous orbs, but how easily they allowed my hands to pass underneath. "Don't make me crazy, sweetheart. Just love me. Caress me. Hold me." I hugged Kim like that for a good 10 minutes, occasionally kissing her on the cheek or neck, but not trying to arouse her. We were both a little hot, but well under control. This wasn't so new to us now, and we had quickly learned to relax and enjoy our hugs and kisses without getting rowdy. Finally, though, another couple started walking our way and we decided to return to our table in the ballroom. As we walked back, I said, "Boy, Kim...it doesn't get much better than that! That was really great." "Ummm. We'll see...but yes, it was dreamy. Thanks, Jase." "Oh anytime...anywhere," I bravely replied. Kim smiled. When we returned to the table, "The Corporation" (Mom and Brenda) had left for the casino, partly to win more money, but equally to escape the men who were pestering them to dance. Cassie was wasted, and Paul was in a foul mood. After a little chit-chat, Kim said she wanted to go to the restroom, and then she wanted to go. She left, speaking to our waiter on the way out and writing something down for him on a piece of paper. When she returned, Kim was glowing with a warm smile, "OK, lover...ready to go?" "Yep...Let's rock, woman!" I said as we headed to the disco. But as we reached the elevator lobby, Kim stopped and pushed the down button, saying she wanted to stop by her cabin first. So we did. I gallantly opened the door and invited my lovely vision to enter her cabin with a sweeping gesture of my arm. Kim just smiled...like she knew something I didn't. As I entered the cabin, I noticed something unusual. A wine bucket, with a full bottle of champagne, stood on the floor by the couch. There were two chilled glasses on the coffee table. "Wow! What's this? Some special treat from the Captain?" I inquired "No. I ordered it before we left upstairs. The waiter brought it down." Kim replied. "Well, I guess we should have a glass before we go to the disco, right?" I offered. "What disco, Jase?" Kim countered. "Uh...I thought we were going rockin'," I said. It was still early, only about 10:30 PM. "I'd much rather spend the rest of the evening here, Jase...with you." Kim smiled lovingly, but a little mischievously. "Cool!" I said, lapsing back into my fourteenth year for a second. But I saved the moment by skillfully opening the champagne without spilling a drop or losing control of the cork. Kim was impressed, although she had seen me do it before at home. I poured the two glasses and offered one to Kim. I started to take a sip of mine, but she stopped me saying she wanted to offer a toast. Kim went on to describe a "lover's toast," which is the kind of toast she wanted to offer. A "lover's toast" starts with a man and a woman facing each other, pretty close together. One offers a toast and they clink glasses. Then they intertwine their right arms, with the wine glasses in their right hands, being careful not to smash the glasses together, soaking themselves. As they bring the wine to their lips, their intertwined arms draw them closer together. They drink the toast and then hold the entwined position...and kiss. The trick is to share the wine and a nice kiss without spilling anything. It sounded worth trying, and I was excited to learn that Kim had never actually done a lover's toast...she had only read about it. Kim offered a toast: "To Jason...my gallant champion and friend, who has done so much to make this cruise, and especially this wonderful night, a dream come true." Wow! I was surprised at the emotion of her toast! We linked arms clumsily, but when we got to the kissing part, we were on familiar ground. It was a long, wonderful, loving kiss. Soft and sweet, with probing tongues, but not rowdy. Just the way we both liked to kiss. We call these sweet, loving kisses "hearts talking," because that's just what it seems like. Our hearts touch and exchange feelings without language. We call the rowdy, start-me-up kisses "parts talking." You fill in the blanks. Kim laughed as our lips parted, still holding the toasting position, "God Damn, you are a great kisser!" I told her I owed it all to her...which was really true. Then she told me it was my turn to toast; we each had half a glass of champagne left. I thought for a second, tried to think of something eloquent or witty to say and finally said to myself, "aw...to hell with it." I spoke from the heart, just as Kim had done. "To Kim...my lovely vision and best friend, who first guided me as a loving sister, but now has become so much more...and also to the show-stopper...the loveliest woman on this big boat tonight...or anywhere else, on any night!" I could swear I saw a tear in Kim's eye as we kissed. It was a warmer, longer, deeper kiss...and this time, there was a little urgency in both of us. Our glasses were empty, but Kim quickly said she had another toast and refilled our glasses. I joked that I was starting to like this game, and it sure beat the hell out of the disco! Kim said this was no game. She had that serious look in her eyes again. We resumed the position and Kim toasted again: "To us. Jason and Kim. Lovers tonight...lovers forever." And we kissed...long and eagerly. As we did, and I felt the emotions rise in both of us as our breathing got ragged, I wondered if that toast meant what I hoped it meant. I quickly offered my toast: "To us...Kim and Jason. Lovers tonight...lovers forever. Sorry Kim, I just can't improve on that thought." "It's a beautiful thought, Jase. It's a thought that has permeated my mind all day today..the whole cruise, actually." Then, she saw the look in my eye, giggled a little, and then shook her head: "Don't ASK, Jase. NEVER ask!" We kissed long and hard. We were both fired up now, and I thought I had my answer. When we finished the kiss, I took the wine glass from Kim's hand and put both of them back on the table. I took her in my arms and gave her another passionate kiss, this time slipping my hands under her "easy-access" top. I wasn't holding her breasts tenderly now, I was stroking them, kneading them, playing with the nipples. Kim loved it and responded eagerly. Kim quickly helped me take my suit coat off and then started unbuttoning my shirt, rubbing her hands all over my chest in between buttons. It would have gone quicker if I had helped, but it felt too good, so I just kept inciting her rock-hard nipples. Before I really knew what was happening, I was standing in front of Kim with just my boxers on. I had released her heaving breasts to help her take my slacks, shoes and socks off. My enormous hardon poked through the fly, its single eye staring into Kim's appreciative gaze. "Oh my, Jason! Is that for me?" And then, just as I was going to ask if she wanted it, a quick giggle, followed by, "Don't ask. Never ask." She was playing with me! But in the most loving way...she wasn't teasing, she was just encouraging, daring me to take the initiative. I reached forward and tried to slide the white silk straps off her shoulders, but she suddenly stopped me. "No, Jase. You'll rip my dress. It comes off over my head." And so it did. We just lifted if over her head, completely exposing the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen (I know I say that a lot, but each pair really had been even better than the last!), and a lot more. Kim quickly removed her panty hose and stood before me completely naked, smiling, unafraid, and burning with desire! When I looked down at her dainty vagina, it was much smaller than I had imagined. And it was shaved, smooth as a baby's butt! My jaw dropped open. "Do you like it, Jase? I shaved her just for you tonight. I've never done it before, it made me really sensitive down there." "It...it's...God, Kim, it's so beautiful!" I was spellbound, but before I could do anything else, Kim knelt in front of me, removing my boxers, and leaving me also completely naked. She placed a light kiss on the very tip of my raging cock and wrapped her small hands around the shaft. "Ohhhhh! Jason...you are so beautiful...and so HUGE!" She was right, I'm sure that moment was the first my mighty boy-cock ever stretched through the eight inch barrier! "Kim...I'm not asking...this is a statement. I want to make love to you." Although I was sure Kim shared my desire, my heart was full of fear and trepidation. If it hadn't been pounding so hard, I'm sure it would have stopped as I waited anxiously for her to respond. Kim's response was immediate. "Jason, I want to make love to you more than anything else in the world. Now. Here. NOW!!!" There was no hint of doubt, no quit, no holding back. Kim stood up, wrapped her arms around my neck so tightly it hurt, pressed her enormous tits into my chest, and rammed her eager cunt right against my reverberating cock. She kissed me ravenously, driving her tongue down my throat, running one hand through my hair at a frantic pace, moaning, sighing and groaning. Not satisfied with the precise position of my cock, she eagerly grabbed it and pressed the head against the opening of her dripping vagina. "Ohhhhhh!!!!!" She squealed. " Oh, yes! Ah! That feels wonderful! In me, Jason...come in me!" At first I thought she said cum, but as excited as I was, I wasn't ready yet. But then I realized she meant to push my big cock inside her. I pushed. Hard. The head entered her hot pussy slightly. Kim begged for more. I tried to give her more, but the standing position was difficult because I was somewhat taller than she. I lifted her off the floor, my raging cock still very slightly imbedded in her treasure. I carried her to the bed, pulled back the covers and laid her on the bed. Once I had her on the bed, I laid on top of her and kissed her deeply. She reached down and guided my big cock to the opening again. It was still difficult. She purred in wonder at the size of my now-monstrous hardon and said we would have to go easy, that I was hurting her. I figured she wasn't hot enough, but that was ridiculous. I started to suck one of her breasts, and she moaned with approval, but then quickly told me not to play with her. "Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me, now! Or eat me!" My frantic stepsister moaned. "But, GODDAMMIT JASON, DO SOMETHING BEFORE I EXPLODE!!!!!" [Hmmm. She seems to be ready enough! ;-) ] I dropped between her legs, kneeling on the floor and pulling her to the edge of the bed. I began to lick her dripping vagina softly. "NO JASON! DON'T PLAY WITH ME!!!! EAT MEEEEEEE!!! PLEASE SWEETHEART, EEEEEEEEAT MEEEE!!!!" Kimmy was screaming so loud anyone in that part of the ship would have heard. I was expecting the crew to kick the door down at any second. As much as I wanted to explore Kim, I knew I was being unfair. I loved making her crazy, but there would be other times for that. I eagerly dove into her pussy. I didn't really know what to do...I had only seen my first pussy a couple of days ago, and had never eaten one. But I had stroked one, so I knew the magic spot and I knew to follow Kim's reactions. I went straight for her clitoris. Kim almost jumped out of the bed with excitement! I had a problem at first, because Kim was so hot she reacted to everything. I could have hit her with a hammer and she would have moaned in ecstacy! The other problem I was having was that Kim was bucking frantically, literally pounding my face with her pelvic bones. It didn't really hurt, but it made it difficult to be precise with my tongue. I had to put her out of her misery, and quick! I knew the clit was the key, so I began licking it harder. Remembering my one and only blowjob, I tentatively gave it a little sucking action. Kim went through the roof! "YESSSS, JASON! SUCK MY CLITTY!!!! THAT'S WHAT I WANT, SUCK ME...SUCK ME!!!!" She was screaming again, but there was no sense in trying to calm her down. I sucked harder and picked up the rhythm of her bucking hips. I found that when I matched her thrusts, as Mom had matched mine when she gave me that fantastic blowjob, it multiplied Kim's excitement, while simultaneously allowing my mouth to maintain its loving hold on her engorged clit. It only took a few seconds of this to break through and allow my lovely Kim to literally erupt in my mouth. Kim screamed everything she could think of. Sweet names, dirty words, total nonsense sometimes I think she was actually talking "in tongues" the way the religious nuts babble. She bucked like an enraged bronco for a good 30 seconds, and then collapsed in a torrent of laughter, silly giggling, and then a flood of happy tears. I crawled back on top of her and eagerly sought her mouth. She grabbed me frantically and we locked in an out-of-control kiss, each trying harder than the other to swallow their partner whole, head first! We banged teeth so hard in our fervor that both of us cut the inside of our mouths. Then, having caught her breath just a little, Kim spread her legs wide, grabbed my pounding cock and again pressed it at the entrance to Heaven. I gently pressed forward, feeling the whole head enter the Promised Land. Kim smiled angelically and said softly, "Ooooooo....yes...easy, my love." I pressed very gently. One inch...Two...Three...Four! "Oooooo....yeahhhhhhh!" Kim purred with each gently thrust. Then I started rocking back and forth slowly, moving my mighty cock in and out...in four, out...in four, out...in four and a half, out...in five, out...in six, out...in seven, out. Very slowly and tenderly, I worked my way inside her. Kim responded, "Ooooooo, lover! Ooooooo, yessssss! Mmmmmmmm......." Kim had caught her breath now, was relaxed from her huge climax, and was really enjoying my gentle fucking. As I proceeded, the thought occurred to me that I was fucking her just like we often kissed. Not frantically...just tenderly, lovingly. Our hearts were talking. It was a beautiful feeling. Then another thought came to me: "Ohmygod!!!!!!! I'm fucking her!!!!!!!!!" I was delirious with happiness! "Mmmmm, Jase..........my sweet, sweet Jase. I love how you love me! This is so beautiful! Don't ever stop!" I continued softly stroking her luscious pussy with my mighty boy-cock...I was almost all the way in now...probably at least eight inches. Once I was all the way in, Kim giggled. "Wow, Jase! I can't believe I'm taking all of you! I knew you were big, but when I actually saw that big cock, I thought 'no way!'" Then she paused a second and said softly, "Jason? Do something for me, will you sweetheart? Before we start fucking like crazy, kiss me one more time." I did. I estimate the kiss lasted about ten minutes. It started softly, a typical Jason-Kim "I love you with all my heart" kiss. I stroked very slowly and gently in and out of her pulsating pussy. Then the kiss grew, and grew, and grew. Hotter, more urgent, finally frantic, like we had been kissing earlier. As the kiss intensified, we progressed from tender love-making to frantic fucking. I pounded her fiercely, lifting far off the bed and then driving her downward! But there was no quit in this woman! She matched every thrust, squeezing my mighty cock with her vaginal muscles, and gyrating her hips in an irregular motion...Kim was fucking me as hard as I was fucking her. Our mouths never unlocked. We panted hotly into each others mouths, and Kim shouted some encouragement she was actually playing the role of cheerleader! but we never stopped kissing. As both of our bodies erupted in an unbelievable simultaneous orgasm, we kissed even deeper and more eagerly, moaning and panting as we did. Finally I collapsed in her arms, and we both broke down completely in uncontrollable sobbing. It was and is to this day the most magical moment of either of our lives. There have been a few other moments as meaningful in the long run, and as wondrous in their own way, but we have talked about it often, and we both consider this moment the most wonderful one in our lives. After just gazing into each others eyes for an eternity, exchanging soft little baby kisses to each other's lips and faces, my cock finally started to lose its hardness and I raised my hips to withdraw. "Oh no you don't, Jason Bradford! I am not done with you yet! I am not NEARLY done with you!" I glanced at the clock. It was five minutes 'til Midnight. It seemed like we had been making love for days, but it had only actually been a little over an hour. Kim pulled me to her and whispered lustily in my ear, "Bring whatcha got, Jason Bradford! I got game!!!" My beautiful Kim was taking my challenge from this afternoon and hurling it defiantly back in my face. The fierce look in her eye shot steel into my big cock and he leapt to life. We fucked hungrily, like wild animals, for what seemed like an eternity. We fucked in a variety of positions, on the bed, on the couch, bending over a chair, standing in the shower...every way we could imagine. Neither of could get enough of each other. We never really quit fucking that night. We ran out of gas and fell asleep. The last time I looked at a clock, when we laid back down in the bed, it was a little after 3 AM. I said something stupid about wondering what time I should go back to Mom's cabin, but Kimmy just laughed. "You're not going anywhere, Jason. You are mine! You're staying right here with me...all night. And I hope there will be many more wonderful nights like this one!" Kim was smiling brightly. She was incredibly happy, and it was written all over her face. The subject of leaving never came up again. "'Jason and Kim...lovers tonight, lovers forever?'" I repeated our toast as a question. "Yes, my love...lovers forever." We kissed deeply and tenderly and dropped off to sleep. Kim woke me once more during the night, wanting more. It was tough duty, but somebody had to do it! Hey! Sue me! We fucked, easy and hard for more than an hour, laughing like little kids ...two crazy young people, brother and sister, helplessly, hopelessly in love. I never looked at the clock again, but eventually I was awakened by sunlight streaming in the cabin's lone porthole. I surveyed a scene. Our clothes were all over the floor. Filled with lust, we had just thrown them anywhere as we made the grand tour, fucking on most of the furniture in the cabin. The ice in the wine bucked had melted and the bucket lay on its side in the middle of a big puddle (no telling when we knocked that damn thing over!), but on the bed...ah, the bed! On the bed, snuggling serenely in my arms, lay the most beautiful (and certainly the happiest) woman on the ship my beautiful Kim. Kimberly Ann Martone...my stepsister...the love of my life. I softly stroked Kim's hair to wake her gently. She let me up to pee, and I looked at the clock: 8:09 AM. We could do without breakfast, but it was definitely time to get up. As I wobbled toward the head, I looked out the porthole and looked straight into the eyes of a young black man!!! He smiled, and waved. I was dumbfounded, but I waved back. Then, I looked closer. He was a stevedore. He was on the dock. We were docked in Miami!!! "Holy shit, Kim! We're in Miami!" I shouted. "We can't be! We don't get off the boat until 11 AM, what time is it?" I told her it was a few minutes past eight. She told me I was mistaken. "Come look for yourself, know-it-all!" I challenged her. Kim should have known better, but she sprang to the porthole and looked out. Right into the eyes of our new friend! He smiled. He waved. Kim instinctively waved back. She was a wreck, but even in her totally fucked-out condition, she was beautiful...and she was radiant with happiness. My new friend smiled broadly as I joined Kim at the porthole, and then gave us a beaming "double thumbs-up." Kim quickly looked down at the porthole, and satisfied that he couldn't see anything but our faces, giggled and planted a big kiss right on my lips. I eagerly returned the kiss, turning the joke into another invitation to sexual combat. Kim laughed and pulled me away from the porthole. "Oh sweetheart...I just can't. I'd really love to...but I'm completely, totally exhausted! You wore me out!" "Sorry..." I said, joking. "Oh Jase! I'm not! This has been the most wonderful night of my life!" She knew I was just kidding. "Jase...?" Kim continued softly. "Yes?" "Jase, do you mind if I call you sweetheart?" She asked. At first I thought she was still kidding around, but I quickly realized she wasn't. "No, Kim...of course not. When we're alone, I presume?" I added. "Yeah, I guess so. You know what the hardest thing is gonna be, Jase? It's gonna be not being able to kiss you or hold you whenever I want." There was sadness in her eyes for the first time, but it passed quickly. "And hey, 'sweetheart,' I hope you don't think this wasn't just a one-night stand! I'm not that kind of girl, you know." "I hope not. I prefer 'Jason and Kim...lovers tonight, lovers forever.' I really do Kim...I'm hopelessly in love with you. You know I am." "And I, you, sweetheart. You are my love, Jason. You really are." Then Kim broke down crying, and these were not tears of joy. She was suddenly broken-hearted! "Oh, Jase! My beautiful, wonderful Jase! My love! What's gonna happen to us, Jase???? I love you like I've never loved anybody! But what's gonna happen to us?" All of a sudden, Kim was so frightened. She wasn't frightened about what we had done she was scared we would lose "us." In fact, she didn't see any realistic possibility that the lovers of tonight could ever really be lovers for any period of time, much less forever. And when I realized she was right, the whole world came crashing down on both of us. I held her tight for a long time, until we both finished crying. Finally I spoke, with a strength that surprised me...but not, as I learned later, Kim. "Kim...you have always told me we could be whatever we wanted to be...if we wanted it badly enough." Kim protested that she was talking about careers, not something like this. "It doesn't matter. If it applies to careers, it applies to marathon running, it applies to intellectual growth, and it applies to two star-crossed lovers! I have no idea how we are going to handle this. I have no idea how we are going to stay together. But I believe if we want it bad enough, we'll find a way. It's not like we're dunces or anything. We'll find a way. We'll do whatever it takes." It was a ridiculous argument, of course, but at that point both of us were so wrapped up in the ecstacy of the moment that we were looking for any straw to grasp at. Seeing that Kim was willing to accept this argument for the time being, I tried a little humor to lighten the mood and move us along to the next step (which was cleaning up this mess and getting dressed!). "Kim...look at this mess! Do you know what happened here last night? We made love over there, and there, and there, and even in there, in the shower! If we can do all of that, we can do anything!" Kim laughed brightly, and her laughter was like music to my ears! But she turned the tables on me. "Jason, you know what the problem is with you men? You never get the facts straight! Take the bed, for instance! Yes, we made love there...beautiful love...never been close to that place before, my sweetheart I mean it. "But you also FUCKED me on that bed! As a matter of fact, you FUCKED me on that bed for three solid hours without a break, you insatiable beast!!! And we didn't make love on the couch -- we FUCKED on the couch...all over the damn thing actually! And when you bent me over that chair and ripped me from behind, I call that FUCKING, Jason Bradford, not love-making! I was scared to death you were gonna stick that big pole up my ass, and thank God you didn't try! And standing in the shower, with one leg braced up against the wall in an impossible contortion while you rammed that MONSTER into me? Is that you idea of romance, Jason. Hell no! That's FUCKING, Jason!!!" "Gosh, sis, I'm sorry. I thought you kinda enjoyed it..." I said in mock dejection. "No Jase, I DIDN'T enjoy it. I really didn't." Kim was struggling to control her laughter. " I LOVED IT!!!!! I LOVE FUCKING YOU, JASON BRADFORD, AND I'M NEVER GOING TO STOP LOVING IT! Kim broke into silly giggles, hugged me tightly and showered me with playful little kisses. Our wondrous cruise was over; our lives had just begun. Like Forrest Gump said, "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." You take what life gives you. 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