Christmas Cruise – Chapter 5 – by GSpot69

True story: Christmas Cruise – Chapter 5 – by GSpot69

“Damn,” Steve said as I rocked our bed. “Hit that pussy!”

“Do it,” Linda added, watching us, intrigued by the interplay going on. “Nothing that feels this good can ever be wrong.”

“Oh fuck,” Jill groaned as her body went stiff in front of me. She twitched and I kept fucking her until that twitch turned into her orgasm. “Oh fuck!” she yelled and thrashed along side of me, bucking backwards against me. “Do it! Do it! Do it!”

“I’m going to come inside you,” I told her, feeling my next orgasm welling up inside my balls. “All the way inside you,” I insisted and buried my cock deep as her pussy rhythmically squeezed my rock hard rod. I gave one more mighty thrust before holding myself deep and shooting off my load. I came deep inside of her, throbbing against the last of her orgasm.

It took me a few moments to regain my breath. Once I did, growled at her, “Are you happy?”

“Aren’t you?” she asked, once more looking over her shoulder at me.

“Perfect,” I said as sarcastically as I could. “Absolutely fucking perfect.” I pulled out of her, climbed off the bed and went into Linda and Steve’s bathroom. I wiped off my cock on one of their hand towels and tossed it on the floor. Had I gotten what I wanted? I got to fuck Linda, didn’t I? It only cost my dignity. I crossed to my clothes and got dressed as three naked people watched me from the bed.

“Wait,” Jill said, scrambling out of bed. “Don’t leave without me, please?” She snatched up her dress from the floor and darted into the bathroom. I’m sure she needed to after I had filled her pussy.

“I’m sorry,” I said to our hosts.

“Hey, it’s okay. The lifestyle isn’t for everyone,” Steve said, reading the situation wrong.

“Take her back to the room and talk it out,” Linda suggested.

I was glad when Jill came back into the room quickly. “Sorry,” she said, looking embarrassed. I didn’t have anything to add and headed towards the door. Jill was right behind me. As soon as we were in the hallway, she tried to stop me with a hand on my arm. “I’m so sorry,” she gushed.

“Save it,” I said and we walked side-by-side back to our room.

It wasn’t until we were behind that closed door that Jill broke our silence. “Can we talk?” she asked. I shrugged. “I’m really sorry if you think I led you on. I never thought we’d. . . you do know. . . do it.”

“We’re brother and sister,” I said, confused why I had to remind her of that.

“I know, but so what? They don’t know that and no one else knows that we did anything.”

“I know,” I said.

“Okay. You’re right. You know. You know you fucked me. You know I sucked you off. And you know what else? I don’t care. I liked doing it and I’d do it again.”

“Do what? Set me up?”

“I didn’t set you up,” Jill said. “Unless you mean with Linda. That’s all I was trying to do, set you up with Linda and me up with Steve.”

For a long time, neither one of us said anything more. I’m guessing Jill was quiet because she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. I was quiet because, well, what could I say? What was there to say? Finally, I broke the silence with a stupid question, “What if I liked doing it?” Jill looked at me with her head tilted, confused. “What if I liked fucking you? Then what?”

“Did you?”

“Did you?” I shot back, turning the question around.

“What if I said Yes?”

I stared at her with wide eyes. Was she fucking kidding me? “Right. So anytime I feel like getting naked and hard around you, I should just do it?” I asked, stunned by her answer. “And if I want you to suck me or jerk me off or bend over and let me fuck you, that’s okay with you?”

Jill shrugged, but that wasn’t what go to me. She didn’t just shrug and that was all. She shrugged and squirmed. It was a small squirm, as if she was trying not to do it and did it anyway. I still saw it.

“Oh wow,” I groaned, even more stunned than before. “Well, fuck Steve and Linda! Who the hell needs them when we can have our own little fuck-fest right here in this stateroom!”

“If you want to,” she said.

“No, Jill,” I warned.

“Why not?” she asked, squirming again, except this time she was working the skirt of her dress out from underneath her ass. Balling and bunching up her dress, she pulled it over her head as if it was nothing more than an extra long nightshirt. She tossed it away, sitting in front of me crosslegged and naked. She uncrossed her legs and bent her knees so I could see everything. “You can have this if you want it.”

I felt speechless as I gaped at her bare, exposed body. I didn’t know what to say or do, so I just kept on staring with my mouth hanging open. After a time period that fell somewhere between a couple moments to a couple of hours long, I finally found my voice. “Get dressed.”

“Why should I? What do I have that you haven’t see, kissed, or fucked?”

“Whatever,” I said, unable to know how to win this argument. Instead, I pulled down my sheet and climbed beneath, clothes and all. Rolling away from her, I closed my eyes and eventually fell asleep chasing dark demons of lust and desire while wishing my cock hadn’t gotten hard again.

When I woke, the bedside light was still on as I rolled over and glanced at the clock. Just beyond the clock, I saw Jill laying naked on top of her sheets. It took a mighty effort to pull my eyes away from the sight of her full breasts rhythmically rising and falling with every breath. I stood, stretched, and went into the bathroom. As I took a shower, I tried not to think about what she had said last night. No way could she have meant it. No way at all.

After finishing my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist in a vain effort to hide the hard-on I was experiencing. I kept my back to her bed as I dropped my towel and stepped into a pair of boxers. I added a pair of shorts before risking turning around.

“Good morning,” Jill softly said from her bed.

“Morning,” I acknowledged.

She was naked as she went into the bathroom. I sat on my bed looking looking at our itinerary. We had one more port-of-call before sailing overnight back to our home port. Otherwise, I waited for Jill before we went to breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later, Jill came out of the bathroom as naked as when she went into it. Leaning against the doorway, she smiled at me. “Just so you know, I was serious about what I said last night.”

“Sure you were,” I said, unable to stop myself from staring at her naked body. I rubbed the front of my shorts. Fuck, why not? Did it matter? Did any of it matter anymore? “I’ll be sure to let you know when I need a blowjob from my sister.”

Jill flipped me off for being sarcastic and got dressed. She got dressed and went to breakfast together. When I say, “We talked,” I don’t mean about anything important. We talked about going into town and what we should say or do if we say Steve or Linda again. It was a big boat and I figured we could go the whole day (and night) without bumping into them again.

We found Mom and Dad and hung out with them in town for a while. Being back together as a family felt comforting. Hell, doing anything normal felt comforting. Jill and I sniped at each other a few times, and that felt normal. We rolled our eyes together when Mom said something foolish or Dad made one of his bad puns. What I’m saying is, it felt just like it always did, except I knew it wasn’t.

After lunch, we ditched our parents and found an internet cafe that didn’t cost too much. Sitting side-by-side, we checked out our social media pages and got caught up with our friends. It wasn’t until we were back in our cabin getting changing into nicer clothes for the final night’s Christmas party that things felt odd again. Jill got naked in front me as she got changed and I didn’t mind. In fact, I didn’t worry about getting naked in front of her, either.

Jill and I tried to hang with my parents through the Christmas party they wanted to enjoy, but it was filled with too many old people and too many sing-a-longs of old fashioned Christmas songs. “Want to ditch?” I asked Jill and we did.

Free of our parents, we wandered the ship for a bit, enjoying the night air. “Are we okay?” she eventually asked.

“I think so,” I said, feeling on firmer ground after a day of being normal.

“You don’t have to, you know, do anything if you don’t want to,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said and I grabbed her hand as we strolled. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Early,” she said, finding a clock.

“I wonder if Steve and Linda are at the club?”

“Do we care?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “But the music was better in that club.”

“Can we change first?” she asked. I nodded and we went back to our room. I changed my shirt while Jill put more effort into things. She had bought one more sundress the other day she wanted to wear. It was white like her other one, not quite so sheer, and featured a halter style top with a deep plunge that accentuated her big tits. I thought it was interesting how she got changed in front of me, but turned her back to do it. “Ready?” she asked after primping in the mirror for a moment to adjust her makeup.

“Almost,” I said, pulling her into my arms. She looked startled as I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her body close. “Just one adjustment I want to make.” I reached beneath her skirt, found the elastic of her panties and pulled them off. She gave me a confused smile before I turned and opened the door.

The club was busier than any other night. Stepping inside, the loud, thumping music engulfed us. We got lucky and scored a table near the dance floor. We got lucky a second time when the server didn’t care if we were old enough to order mixed drinks. We took a few sips of our fruity cocktails before hitting the dance floor. We were two songs into having some fun when I noticed the couple dancing next to us. Steve and Linda had found us.

“Everything good between the two of you?” Steve called over the music.

“Perfect,” I called back. He nodded, accepting my answer at face value while both women exchanged a glance of their own. I didn’t try to read into their look.

We danced one more song before drinks sounded like a better idea. Glancing around the club, I saw Steve and Linda’s were parked a table across the dance floor. That was good. I wasn’t interested in sharing a table with them.