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