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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 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 my self, "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. Sometimes, you just can't ask for much
more than that.
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