An hour or so passed with another drink and more dances. A slow song started. Jill looked at me before stepping towards the table. Unlike before, we didn’t have to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend for Steve and Linda’s benefit. Just the same, I hooked her arm as she slipped past me. “Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. I pulled her against me and we held each other somewhere between being brother and sister and being lovers.
“Thank you,” she said, giving me a platonic kiss on the cheek.
“Shut up,” I teased before grabbing her ass and pressing her against me. I kept my hand on her ass for the rest of the song. As that song ended, another slow one started. I considered heading back to the table but saw Steve and Linda heading our way.
“Mind if I cut in?” Steve asked and I traded Jill for Linda.
“We’re leaving after this dance,” Linda said as soon as she stepped into my arms.
“Okay,” I said, cautious.
“I just wanted to say a couple things to you,” she said with her head on my shoulder and breath hot against my neck. “First: thank you. Playing with you and Jill made this cruise more fun than we ever imagined.”
“It’s been interesting,” I allowed.
“You’re a good man,” Linda said, giving me a peck on the lips. She hugged me closer and we swayed to the music for a few moments before she nuzzled against my ear, nibbling my earlobe before whispering, “Jill’s lucky to have a big brother as cool as you.”
“What?” I asked, hoping I sounded confused, shocked, and indignant enough.
“Relax,” Linda purred, squeezing and keeping me close to her. “I played with my brother, too. A lot. And sometimes, we still do. It’s okay.”
“Is Steve. . .?” I managed, wondering they were brother and sister, too.
“Oh fuck no. And he doesn’t know about my brother. And he hasn’t guessed about the two of you.”
We kept dancing, holding each other close while questions flooded my brain. “How did you guess?” I asked.
“Your eyes,” she said. “They match too perfectly. I guessed it the first night, but after last night? I was convinced. Jill has it bad for you.”
“You have no idea,” I said. “It’s weird.”
“Only if you make it that way,” she said as the song ended. Linda kissed me on the lips. I pulled her close and kissed her back.
“Thank you,” I said before letting go of her.
“Merry Christmas,” she said with a wistful grin before sliding next to her boyfriend.
“You’re a lucky man,” Steve told me, shaking my hand. “Hit that as often as you can for both of us.”
I laughed, nodded, watched them leave. Jill stood next to me. “What do you want to do?” she asked.
“That’s a great question,” I asked, pulling her into my arms for another slow dance. “Did you enjoy your dance with Steve?”
“I think he enjoyed it more,” she giggled, bumping against my crotch and I knew what she meant. He had gotten hard while they were dancing. We finished the dance and went back to the table to finish our drinks. Jill suggested one more and that sounded like a good idea. As we stood at the table, I noticed how other guys kept glancing at her. Growing up with Jill had made it easy for me to miss how beautiful of a woman she had become. It was more than her big tits and a low-cut dress. Jill truly was a beautiful woman with a style all her own. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “What was that for?” she asked, beaming.
“Because I’m mostly drunk,” I lied.
“Then get drunker,” she said, pouring part of her drink into mine.
“You’re just trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me,” I joked.
“Maybe,” she said, laughing with me.
Another set of slow songs began.
I thought that was an interesting answer and I mulled it over as we danced. I pressed her closer to me, enjoying how her big tits pressed against my chest. When I ran my hand across her ass, I was reminded that she wasn’t wearing panties. I started getting hard and didn’t back away, decided I’d let her feel me getting hard. She grabbed me tighter.
“You feel good,” she purred, grinding against me.
“We should go back to the room,” I suggested.
“Really?” she asked, pulling away to look at my face to see if I was joking. I kissed her on the lips. When that felt good, I kissed her again, deeper the second time. Grabbing her hand, I walked to the door, leaving the rest of our drinks. We didn’t those.
We held hands as we went back to our tiny stateroom. Jill was quiet. I’m guessing she was afraid of jinxing the moment. I opened the door for her and followed her inside before pulling her back into my arms and kissed her. My tongue parted her lips and found her tongue waiting eagerly for me. I clutched at Jill’s big tits, pushing my hand inside her dress and grabbing at her bare breasts.
“I want you to suck me,” I said, shoving off my shorts and boxers in one smooth movement. “Right here. Right now.” Jill smiled, gave me an eager nod, and dropped to her knees. I held the base of my cock, feeding it to her, and pressing on the back of her head for her to take more of it into her mouth. She looked up at me, her matching eyes sparkling with joy. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” I announced, not even trying to hold back. Why should I? I was horny and I knew I could stay hard enough for anything else I wanted to do. I felt her moan as much as I heard it and take pushed me over the edge. “Take it,” I groaned. “Take all of it.” I sprayed my first hot load of the day deep inside her throat. Jill moaned as she drank every drop of it and I knew I was just getting started.
“Get up,” I said after she drank my last drop. She stood, looking at me with eager eyes. I pulled off her dress and turned her around. Damn, she looked good. I rubbed my cock. It felt wet from her spit. “Get on your bed,” I said.
Jill stretched out on her back, smiling at me. I pushed her legs wider apart and dropped to my knees. I grabbed beneath her knees, bending and pushing her knees towards her chest as I exposed her pussy to my mouth. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and began licking. Unlike the other night when Steve and Linda had watched me eating her pussy, this time I didn’t hesitate. I covered her sex with my mouth, licking at her clit and poking my tongue deep inside her pussy. I ate her as if overtaken by a fever.
Jill gasped, groaned, and moaned from the sudden, intense fury of my tongue against her pussy. She didn’t know this was a signature move of mine, the fast and furious pussy licking. It was a little thing I sometimes did to a girlfriend just to remind her that I could own her pussy. I didn’t stop until she shook and shivered with her orgasm.
“Now what about this?” I asked, kneeling in front of her. I pulled her ass close to the edge of the bed, positioning her legs on either side of me. Holding my big cock, I slapped her pussy. “Is this what you really want?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Inside of you?”
“Please,” she begged, squirming.
“Tell me to fuck you,” I said. She did. “Say, ‘Fuck me, brother.'”
“Fuck me, brother. Please, fuck me!”
I fed her pussy my hard cock, sliding it slowly inside of her and studying her as each inch slipped deeper into her wet, needful pussy. She felt so hot, wet, and ready for me. Her pussy started to squeeze me.
“I’m cumming all over your cock!” she gasped.
“Good,” I played with Jill’s big tits, toying with her swollen nipples and watching as she had another orgasm. I felt my cock swelling inside of her. I felt my balls tighten up and I knew I was on the edge of another orgasm.
“I’m going to come inside you again,” I told her.
My big, hard cock throbbed, pumping my hot cream deep inside my sister’s tight pussy as she cried out with pleasure.
Spent, I collapsed on top of her. Half of me still knelt on the floor. The rest of me laid on her chest and I rested my face between her big breasts. I kissed her nipples just for the fun of it and she caressed the side of face. “Thank you,” she purred.
Tangled together, we fell asleep.
Waking up naked in a room with your sister is an odd sensation. Waking up and tangled in her arms and legs felt even stranger. We took showers and packed while the ship docked. We met up with our parents and spent the rest of the day travelling home
It was late by the time we arrived home. Nothing felt better than the idea of our beds. In the morning, our parents had to work. None of that mattered to me. I slept late and didn’t leave my room until my stomach insisted on food.
I found Jill sitting at table in the kitchen in front of a bowl of cereal. She gave me a smile as I poured my own bowl. We kept looking at each other without saying anything. I’ll admit, I stared right at her tits a couple of times. Were those still available to me? Did she mean what she had said on the ship? For some reason, our constant staring at each other became funny until she finally put down her spoon, tilted her head, and looked at me. “What?” she asked, fighting off a smile.
“Did you mean it when you sat naked on the cruise ship bed, and said I could have you anytime I wanted?”
“Do you want me to mean it?” she asked, her smile faltering a bit.
“Take off your shirt,” I said as a test. Would she do it? Would she make a demand of me before she did it? She hesitated a second before a small grin appeared on her face. She pulled off her shirt, revealing her big, tanned tits to me.
“Should I keep going?” she asked. I nodded and she wiggled out of her sleep pants. If she had been wearing panties, they came off with her sleep pants.
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