“Look how hard he is,” Linda said. She was right because eating pussy always gets to me. My cock was harder and felt more needy than ever before.
“I want this,” Jill said, grabbing at my hard cock.
I don’t know where I found the strength to resist, but I did, “No.”
“Please?” she begged.
“Would it help if we do it, too?” Linda asked, rubbing Steve’s hard cock.
I shook my head. Jill and I had gone far enough. No way was I going to fuck my sister.
“Please fuck me,” Jill begged again.
“Not tonight,” I said with a level gaze at Steve and Linda. They wanted to draw line between us? Fine, I’d draw a line, too.
“I like that,” Steve said. “A man with self-control.”
“You know it,” I agreed.
“Are you going to save yourself for tomorrow?” he asked.
“At least until we get back to our room,” I said, reaching for my clothes. Fuck this. I didn’t come here to have sex with my sister. I came here hoping to have sex with Linda. If that wasn’t going to happen tonight, then why stay? They had gotten their show. Of course, I knew I wasn’t going to fuck Jill when we got back to the room. But I would jerk off. I had to. I was too damn excited.
“Bastard,” Jill groaned.
“Men are such jerks,” Linda said, gracefully swinging a leg across Steve’s lap until she was straddling him. She lowered herself directly over his hard cock without using her hands That’s when Steve put his hand around her waist and locked her into place.
“Maybe we should wait, too,” he said, lifting her off of him.
“You don’t want me to fuck you?” Linda asked, sounding shocked.
“Of course I do,” he grinned. “But if he can wait, so can I.”
“You’re right,” Linda pouted, looking at Jill. “He is a bastard.”
Jill giggled. Meanwhile, Steve stood snagged his shorts and pulled them back on. Slowly, the four of us got dressed.
“Tomorrow?” Steve asked Jill before we left.
“Tomorrow,” Jill promised. She kissed Steve and I kissed Linda.
The pretty blonde grabbed at my cock while we kissed. “Tomorrow,” she said.
I had to hold my hands over my cock as we walked back to our room. I knew my cock would stay hard until I gave it some relief. “Damn, you’re good,” Jill said as we walked and I knew my pussy eating skills had cursed me. Every woman I had ever met loved how I did it.
“Shut up,” I growled, not wanting to talk about what had happened. We rode the elevator in silence and wasn’t until we were walking down our passageway that I couldn’t stand it anymore. “I can’t believe you went down on me.”
“What was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know,” I grumbled, working the key to our room.
“I’m serious, we had to do something. You were there. You saw how it went.”
“I know,” I said, holding open the door to our miniature stateroom. It wasn’t her fault I was on edge. I felt needy as hell. My cock ached. Hell, even my balls ached. I felt as if I had just spent the last two hours with a prick tease.
“Do you want to do something?” Jill asked, sitting on her bed.
“Yeah, I’m going to jerk off,” I said, turning the TV and searching for more late night soft porn, anything I could use for inspiration that might take my mind away from what my sister and I had just done. I turned off the bedside lamp and laid on my bed, caressing the lump inside shorts. The TV light up the room more than I liked, but did it matter? Jill had already seen me naked and then some.
I looked over and saw her watching the TV with one hand inside her panties. Women have it easy. They can just stick their hand inside their pants whenever they want to get off. My aching cock throbbed. Was it because of what Jill was doing? I didn’t know and didn’t care. I needed to get off. I pulled off my shorts and caught Jill looking. “Keep your eyes on the TV,” I said.
“Let me help you,” she said, sitting up on her bed.
“No,” I said, determined to ignore her. I kept my eyes on the TV and caressed my cock, hoping i could get off quickly, ease the tension and go to sleep.
“Please,” she said, kneeling next to my bed. She slipped her tiny hand over my big cock. “I owe you.”
“Don’t,” I said, but I didn’t stop her. I didn’t push her hand away because it felt too good.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” she said, still stroking me.
I wanted to say the words, I really did. Except her hand felt better than mine. Besides, did it really matter? I kept my eyes on the TV, allowed her to keep going, and everything was fine until she leaned over and drew my hard cock back between her lips. “What are you doing?” I said, staring down at the back of her head in shock.
“Paying you back,” she said, flashing me a smile before going back to work.
I sighed as I wrestled with my conscious. This was wrong, so very, very wrong. When we were with Linda and Steve, we sort of had to do stuff, didn’t we? Doing stuff in front of Linda and Steve helped prove we were a couple instead of brother and sister. But now we were alone. Now, there wasn’t a reason for Jill sucking my cock unless she really wanted to do it.
I opened my mouth, trying to tell her to stop, and only released a mournful groan. Like when we were upstairs with Linda and Steve, I felt helpless, trapped by circumstance. Every moral fiber I had screamed she should stop. That same conscious told me I was complicit if I didn’t make her stop. Except, I wasn’t forcing her to do it. I hadn’t asked her to do it. She didn’t have to do it if she didn’t want to do it. She didn’t really owe me. And, perhaps worst of all, it felt good. Damn good.
Unwilling to make her stop, I gave into what she was doing. I pushed past my guilt and shame and accepted the pleasurable sensations Jill offered. Her felt warm and her tongue felt wet. I heard and felt a soft moan from her. Fuck it. I gave in. I stopped fighting and allowed nature and my most animalistic needs to take over.
Jill tugged and pulled on my big, fat dick. She used both hands, one for caressing my swollen, needful balls and the other hand for stroking me. She swirled her tongue around my cockhead, delighting me in ways other women hadn’t done for me. I gasped, arched my back, and warned her, “I’m gonna cum!”
Instead of backing away, Jill doubled her efforts on my hot cock. She sucked me faster and tugged on me with greater insistence. She squeezed my balls, tempting and teasing me to release my orgasm and I did. I came. I came deep and hard inside her mouth, releasing a huge amount of spunk as my orgasm began. All my sexual frustrations left me, filling her mouth as semen.
Jill groaned and kept her lips wrapped around my dick. My orgasm was over, but she kept sucking me. “Hey, I’m good,” I softly told her, caressing the side of her face.
“I like how you feel in my mouth,” she said, flashing me a smile as she pulled away. She got naked, laid on her bed, and started fingering herself. She kept looking over at me without saying anything. I could guess why. She wanted my help and was afraid of asking for it. I caressed my cock, still wet from her spit, and considered helping her. Would it matter if I went down on her again? Jill softly moaned. Her body went rigid and she came, removing the temptation from me. I turned off the TV and went to sleep wondering if things would ever feel normal between us again.
Jill and I woke up naked and not caring about it. Well, I say I didn’t care, except I got hard a couple times from seeing her naked and being naked around her. She took the first shower and came back into the main portion of our room still naked. After my shower, I did the same thing, a bit surprised to find she was still lounging around the room naked.
The ship had docked again at our second port of call during the night. Again, we ate breakfast onboard before heading down the gangplank. We found our parents and had lunch with them. Mom and Dad looked as if they were having plenty of fun without us. They told us about the comedian they had watched the night before and seemed very happy how well we were getting along.
That afternoon, we found a cafe with good internet and spent a couple hours catching up with our friends. Of course, neither one of us could talk about what was really on our minds, the couple we had met.
Back onboard, it was my idea to have dinner with our parents. For some reason, it felt safer being around them. If we were together as a family, Jill couldn’t flirt with me and I wouldn’t think about her in a sexual way. But after dinner, Jill and I had a date. As soon as we went back to our stateroom, Jill stripped naked. “I’m so horny,” she said, squirming and clutching herself.
“Let’s get a drink before we meet them,” I said, fighting off the low fever of excitement I felt, too. Jill slipped into a nearly sheer sundress she had bought in town. That was the only thing she wore. I wore loose fitting shorts and tight t that accentuated my muscular chest and big arms and we went into the same dance club with a couple hours to kill. I watched how our server eyed Jill. We took a chance ordering mixed drinks. The server, a guy, didn’t hesitate and filled our order.
The night was early but people were in the mood to party. The music was loud and people were dancing. We sucked down our first drink and ordered a second before we hit the dance floor, too.
I was transfixed by Jill. Her sheer dress attracted as much attention as her bouncing tits. On the way back to our drinks, she nodded towards a couple women sitting together. “They can’t keep their eyes off you,” she giggled. I laughed. Hadn’t she noticed how every guy in the place was staring at her?
Jill sipped at her second drink while I tossed it back and ordered a third. I asked if she wanted to do a couple shots, but she shook away the idea. “I don’t want to be drunk tonight,” she said. “I want to remember everything that happens.” I didn’t share her thinking and wanted as much liquid courage as I could manage without becoming falldown, stupid drunk. I didn’t trust Linda and Steve really wanted to swap.
We knocked on Steve and Linda’s suite, arriving precisely on time. “Damn, you look good enough to eat,” Linda squealed as soon as she saw Jill. After giving Jill a big, friendly hug, she reached for me. “Mm,” she purred in my ear as we hugged. Linda wore a different bikini top and another flowing skirt. I could guess she naked beneath it.
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